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Lean slim legs pushed through low laying brushes and shrubbery that were flecked with frost. "I should not have come here..." a soft, elegant and rather smooth voice shivered. There wasn't even snow on the ground yet and the young bay tobiano stallion was shivering to the bone. Then again his light lean build wasn't too equipped for freezing temperatures like the heavier built Fosc. Again, he was also a slave...well used to be, Why he hadn't been caught and put back into service yet he didn't much know. For now though with his temporary, or thought, freedom he was going to roam and explore his world!
His mane and tail had grown long again though it was rather tangled as he had never known how to take care of it when he was still a colt. All slaves had short manes and tails, sometimes docked or roached too! Less maintenance he supposed, or something to do with rank? All he knew was it felt weird at times feeling something on his neck flapping about in wind. So much so that the tangled locks that sometime formed would spook him by banging into the side of his face in hard winds. Which is precisely what happened now...
A brisk gust of cold wind came up from behind the male causing his mane to flail and flap into his face blinding the poor sod who in reaction reared up and flailed. With a loud squeal the male fell backwards into a half roll landing on his side on a patch of brush.
Embarrassing....
Rolling up onto his knees the mall sat there looking rather annoyed with the now dirt and branches adorning his hair and coat. "Lovely... this is no good..." He sighed standing once again. hears half down in an irritated position. Perhaps he should of avoided this area of land. He had heard it was cold and difficult to move through, but his curiosity pushed him but now he was second guessing his decision. He turned his head about to possibly find some sort of shelter or way back to warmth. Hopefully he would see something of interest.
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Post by fleabittengray on Feb 18, 2018 17:15:14 GMT
JARO
THEY CALL ME DEVIL, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID
It was cold here, as it always was, but after many years of harsh winters, Jaro was unbothered by it. Or rather, he seemed as if he was unbothered by it. In reality, he was still shivering, cold to the bone, but his thick draft build was keeping him at least decently warm, or at least, as warm as comeone could be in Iceacre. It was impossible to ever be warm here. The landscape had a constant layer of snow upon it, though right now, that layer was wearing thing and dead earth could be seen peeking through the white. What had drawn him to this region, Jaro wasn't sure, but something in him made him think that today was a good day to visit probably the coldest place in all of the lands. Of course, the royal figure was regretting it now, but he was never one to give up so he kept wandering. Each breath made a cloud of mist form in front of his nostrils, a tell-tale sign of just how cold it was. He licked his lips, feeling the saliva cool against the scarred pink skin. What the hell had been the point in coming here? He should just turn ba-
Thud.
Well, now. That was interesting. He looked over, crimson eyes focusing on the slender figure of another equine, landed on their side after what he assumed they had just fallen over. Jaro arched a brow, drawing himself into a halt as he observed the stranger. What was such a slim beast doing in a place like this? Didn't they know they would freeze to death if they stayed too long? Holding back a chuckle, the brute began to stalk forward. An imposing beast of nineteen hands, Jaro was sure he would spook this other brujo. They didn't belong here. In fact, from the way their mane and tail was all tangled and matted, Jaro had a sneaking suspicion that this boy was on the run. "Causing a ruckus, boy?" he hissed, staring down at the smaller equine. Was he timid? Or was he going to be mouthy? It had been some time since Jaro last handed out a beating... maybe now could be the perfect day for one.
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Standing with shivering legs the 16hh male decided to leave this place. He was ever so curious about it but perhaps this was a land for summer exploration. He was about to step forward to head to warmer climates even though it was winter, well that was until a demanding voice hissed catching his attention. Freezing, not cause of the cold, Tanner stopped half stepping forward. For leg still in the air his head turned, he didn't really know what he was expecting, but a giant stallion who looked like he was the scratching posts or a wild cat wasn't one of them.
"Foos...HI!" The tobiano male squawked realizing this was a fosc or supposed Fosc as some of the drafts weren't oddly. Spinning to face the larger beast Tanner lowered his head a bit ear half back avoiding eye contact. "I.. I'm not causing a ruckus... I just accidentally slipped... and fell." He was rather embarrassed at what actually happened and hoped this other horse didn't see the entire scene. He was fidgeting with his for hoof in the frozen brown grass. "It is really frosty and slippery..."
If this brute was a fosc tanner hoped he wouldn't get in trouble. Sense it wasn't his fault that he was stray and wondering. He was under service from his mother and when his mother passed he was left to his own. He found that rather odd as he felt as if he wasn't useful and just a burden to his mothers old Owner, but shouldn't he of been sold or at least trained more? Nope he was just sluffed off and forgotten. So now he wondered. Nervous to go back and face the Fosc asking for service as he was raised to do, or to leave the land entirely. Now that he was under the shadow of a rather large fosc now his mind raced what could of been, what could happen and how he should react.
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Post by fleabittengray on Feb 20, 2018 0:27:22 GMT
JARO
THEY CALL ME DEVIL, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID
Jaro wondered what this boy, because to him, he really was just a boy, was doing out here all alone. He seemed much too... timid? to be a part of Fosc. He held himself like a slave. His whole demeanor was very... awkward. Like he wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. Jaro glared down at him, his hulking form casting the other stallion into partial shadow. Red eyes seemed to gleam with devious intent as he looked upon him, scarred lips lifted into a sneer. "Foos...HI!" Beneath the ram skull that adorned his head, Jaro arched a brow, snorting. He did not return the greeting but waited in silence for the brute to explain himself. He better do it quickly. Jaro had never been known for his patience, and never would be. He was not a patient man. When he asked a question, he expected an answer right then and there. And not only that, he expected the truth. Should he find out you were lying... it was beating time. And Jaro was never easy with his beatings. He never took it easy on anyone.
The boy lowered his head and avoided eye contact. Was he afraid? The way he had frozen to the spot the instant Jaro had spoken led the draft brute to believe that he was. "I.. I'm not causing a ruckus... I just accidentally slipped... and fell." A harsh laugh fell from the behemoth's maw, a near cackle, his ombre banner snapping against his flank. "Little man can't keep his footing, eh?" he teased, taking a half-step closer to the smaller equine. Not for any particular reason other than to fuck with him, really. "It is really frosty and slippery..." Had this guy never seen snow before? What had he expected, coming to Iceacre? "Were you expecting summer grass beneath your feet, sunshine?" His brows lifted and he arched his neck, aiming those ram horns right at the smaller equine, his eyes peering out from the eye sockets of the skull. "What's your name, boy? You don't seem like you belong here."
Tanners sight turned slightly darker as shadow overtook his face. Looking up he noted the Fosc was a step or two closer. He was a bit stiff at first expecting some sort of attack or throttle for no apparent reason. Then again he was born a slave and slave could be treated as their owners or superiors pleased. Tanner however wasn't owned so he was a bit out of sorts for where he belonged really. He waited till the larger male finished asking his questions. Odd for a Fosc to be so attentive to a slave. Perhaps this skull faced male was of a higher rank then thee average. Or He was also just bored and needing something to do.
Tanners ears suddenly perked instead of being partially pinned. The smaller stallion faced the fosc confidently out of seemingly no where. A slight switch of demeanor oddly? "No Sir, I didn't expect rainbows and sunshine with little bunnies bouncing around. It is winter in the entire land... I was let go my by former msater after my mothers death and have bean roaming sense. I didn't know exactly what to expect and am merely curing my natural curiosity about my own world. Is that such a bad thing, to explore and learn when given the chance?" The male tilted his head at the skull faced larger male. "Plus Mr Fosc sir....."He was well trained from youth to be respectful and use titles even in a testing notion. A well formed or annoying habit depending on how one looked at it. "I don't think even you have never tripped or slipped on something before in your life. No one is perfect and if you claim to be then your not being to honest with your self are you?" The small male was poking at the large male a bit seeing who he was.
Tanner may have had no real choice sense foal hood where his social status was and he was most of the time rather standoffish and timid, honestly he didn't know where half of his brave moments like these came from. They were far and few between and he thought about them many times as they have gotten him in trouble before. He supposed it was an override of sorts. His curiosity overriding his shyness out of wanting to know.
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Post by fleabittengray on Feb 24, 2018 0:56:34 GMT
JARO
THEY CALL ME DEVIL, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID
A frigid winter breeze brushed past the duo. Jaro's withers twitched, the smallest of shivers, his black mane fluttering against his thick, scarred neck. The frosted tips of his tail danced between his feathered hind legs and he stood in silence, observing this obvious slave. Who was he? What was his name? Who did he belong to? Was he a runaway, or had he been set free? Jaro had half a mind to bring him back to Fosc lands and sell him off, or trade him for something, or someone, more useful. What use could this boy possibly be? He was an awkward thing. Seemed too frail, too stupid, to be of any real use. But maybe he could bring him some wealth of some sort. And even if he didn't, it was still always fun to drag a slave back to the city, kicking and screaming. Would this boy kick and scream? Would he resist? Would he cry? A sickening smile began to spread across the roan sabino's maw, ears swiveling to listen around them. They were all alone. Jaro could do whatever he wanted (he typically did, anyway). Being a retired and respected Shadow Knight as well as part of the royal Fosc family kind of gave him free reign as to doing whatever it was he wanted to do, and the eleven-year-old liked to use that to his advantage. Frequently. Whenever he could.
The boy seemed to get a sudden burst of confidence, holding himself with a bit more confidence, and Jaro couldn't help but give a hearty chuckle. Oh, really now? Was he going to get tough? Jaro had seen much more terrifying things in his life than a slave with some pep in his step. "No Sir, I didn't expect rainbows and sunshine with little bunnies bouncing around. It is winter in the entire land... I was let go my by former msater after my mothers death and have bean roaming sense. I didn't know exactly what to expect and am merely curing my natural curiosity about my own world. Is that such a bad thing, to explore and learn when given the chance?" The Fosc royal studied the boy in silence, keeping his breathing even despite his annoyance building. His tail did give a small twitch - a subtle warning sign. Watch your mouth, boy."Plus Mr Fosc sir....." Did he really have no idea who he was? This poor bastard. Did he pay no attention to those that ranked way up above him? "I don't think even you have never tripped or slipped on something before in your life. No one is perfect and if you claim to be then your not being to honest with your self are you?"
The silence stretched between them and then Jaro was laughing again, throwing his head back before taking another step towards the slave, aiming one of the ram horns directly at the boy's jugular. "You better watch your mouth, boy. Do you even know who I am, you poor bastard?" His voice was a low growl, a warning, but it still held a hint of amusement. This boy was lucky. "Tell me your name. That's a command."
Tanners thin almost starved looking build gave him and odd amount flexibility and agility though right now that wasn't helping much with the cold as a few shivers flicked up and down his flank and rump. This flexibility however showed when the Draft reared his head back only to come at him with a sharp horn. The small saddlebag's neck arched and was nearly vertical in flexion with a tucked down face. "No I don't know who you are Sir, I haven't known much of anything for a few years...considering I was a slave, now unowned, and have no ability to gain access to most places to get any information." The small males eyebrows were lifted though one was slightly lowered as if he was a bit amused with the situation. He wasn't sowing much fear at the moment though, then again he was a bit more confident in himself sense being set free. He did still show that he was obedient in the right circumstances which this large male was clearly missing. Apparently Tanner was a bit to testy of his superiors then his old owner wanted. In all honesty, he was very testy, but that was for a reason. He was very loyal and obedient, to those that dominated him, but they had to prove their dominance. Being a simple jerk din't count either as this large stallion was for the moment proving to be at least to the smaller tobiano. Tanner was looking for more intelligence of them self then anything. It didn't matter the intentions of his superior as long as they were the right personality for tanner to tolerate listening to.
The fosc suddenly asked for his name which made Tanner tilt his head confused. "It's Tanner, but Why would my name matter to you?" He blinked and completely bobbled his head to the side, his neck making a rather dramatic sideways arc aimed away form the fosc's horn. Tanner had apparently kept his foal like ability to be a flipping rubber contortionist probably his only real physical ability as he wasn't very strong and had never learned to run very fast or fight. "I thought Fosc didn't care what a slaves name was as long as they obeyed and did what they are told?" he asked while looking rather ridiculous, he normally wouldn't be quite so idiotic but he was being testy like usual, he didn't answer the brutes question.. in his own way that is, so he technically wasn't disobeying.
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Post by fleabittengray on Nov 4, 2018 18:22:58 GMT
JARO
THEY CALL ME DEVIL, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID
Jaro was amused by this strange, almost colt-like brute. Normally, Jaro didn't find amusement from brattiness - perhaps it was because this guy reminded him of a child. Not that he particularily liked children, he'd beaten children before for not following the damn rules, but he was a bit more lenient with them. He wondered how old this guy actually was? A couple of years? Perhaps he just looked younger because he was so frail and disheveled looking, what with his tangled mane and tail and all that. Jaro's own mane and tail were in pristine condition, as was his body, aside from the ample amount of scars that he had. Some of the larger scars still ached from time to time, but he was able to ignore the pain. The actual injuries had hurt more than some pain from scarring. Most notable, perhaps, was the deep scar on his lower chest from where a ram's horn had torn him open, nearly killing him. It was the same ram whose skull he wore upon his head - a gift given to him by the Shadow Knights for going out of his way to save from Fosc youth when he was many years younger. Jaro was now retired and played his role as mentor to new Shadow Knights, weeding out the weaklings and making the tough, tougher. He amused himself for a moment with putting this puny little guy through Shadow Knights training. The thought made a huff of laughter leave the mighty draft behemoth. Yeah, right. This guy wouldn't last a day.
The way that the boy craned his neck around to avoid the horn that was aimed at his jugular made Jaro give another roar of laughter, lifting his head away from the brute with a smirk on his lips. So the kid was flexible. How... boring. "No I don't know who you are Sir, I haven't known much of anything for a few years...considering I was a slave, now unowned, and have no ability to gain access to most places to get any information." Jaro tsked his tongue, shaking his head. He figured even a lowly slave would have been kept up to date on the royal family, especially about someone like himself. He was important to the Fosc community - or at least, that's what he told himself and believed, anyway. "Your owner was an idiot, then, if they didn't at least inform you about the royal family," he said, a brow arching, unseen, beneath the skull that adorned his head. "Jaro," he finally introduced himself, wondering if maybe his name would ring a bell if his appearance alone didn't. He made sure all of his own slaves knew who everyone important was - and he also knew each of them by name. He'd always thought names were important. They were a part of history, even if the only one that would ever know them was himself. They were a part of his history, and he wanted them all to have names that he could remember - even if they were only used to mock them.
"It's Tanner, but Why would my name matter to you?" The Fosc snorted, tail switching against his flank. "I thought Fosc didn't care what a slaves name was as long as they obeyed and did what they are told?" Well, at least he was answering Jaro's questions. That showed some signs of obedience, at least. There was hope for Tanner. "Names are always important. I always know the names of my slaves, even if I'm the only one to know them. Names are a part of history, and history is the most damned important thing you could ever know," he said, giving a shrug of his shoulders. "You amuse me, Tanner. It's not every day that someone amuses me."
The saddlebred's ears wavered like he was slightly confused by his comment. "Well, I uh... don't really remember my last owners, as it was quite a while ago." He narrowed his eyes like he was thinking. "He also didn't much pay attention to me, only my mother. I don't think I was good enough for him, even though mom taught me everything she knew and she was perfect at her job." He looked as if he was disapointed in himself for not being good enough. Though he thought some more after the stallion stated his name. Sounded familiar but it didn't click for a good long minute then the name seemed to dawn on the lean beast like a light bulb went off. "Ohhhhh....." his voice trailed off. "OH! Oh .. hmm Sorry!" His voice half squeaked as he lowered his head, tail tucked slightly. "i didn't know..." his hears drooped not quite back but in a more worried state. He supposed names were a good thing to learn and know the only problem was memory. "Names are important I guess your right, I just have a hard time putting faces to names especially when I've never met someone before. Probably why i didn't know who you were." He still looked nervous like he had insulted the draft horribly.
His ears perked quite a bit with Jaro's compliment of amusement. At least it was something positive out of the awkward situation. ""Oh uh thank you, i think?" He replied to the amusing comment, not quite sure if it was a good thing or not as Fosc were kind of unpredictable in their dealings and so called compliments. Amusing in a prey set of mind or as an actual funny entertainment type. Or both. That was the internal question. Perhaps he had potential after all, but that was questionable. He looked horrendous, dirty, matted and disheveled and a bit lean on food bit. If only this fosc had seen him at his finest, clean shiny and standing at the ready.
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