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 Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 12:36 pm
 Garuda paced back and forth, his mouth a grim line. Shikoba was out doing her part of duty to the flock. A little twinge in his stomach caused him to hope that she brought home some extra berries for them to share. His owner was very giving as far as master's go. She cared for him, and treated him nicely. It was so much more than he could ask for.
Most males in the Flock weren't taken care of with as much fairness, as his master shown him. This was not saying that he didn't play his part for her. He viewed himself as a good... 'pet', and did her bidding as she willed it. Lucky for him, it wasn't anything too harsh. Garuda would keep her ("Their") nest clean while she was out and do a few chores that required him to go out into the flock, and when she would come home at the end of a days work, he would be there to serve her every command. Sometimes though, he would be sent to a grouping of sorts- with all of the other male slaves. It was a depressing time. There wasn't much to do around then, since most of the slaves were either new -and thus scared out of their wits-, or broken completely. During these times, part of him missed Shikoba, and wished for her to be done with her duty early. Garuda's feathers ruffled uncomfortably. That's where he was right now. None of the males paid much attention to each other. The few the cowered got a disaproving look from Garuda.
Of course, he knew that this life wasn't for most males. If only they had submitted, life could be so much easier for them until they could find a way to escape. Their pride ruined their chances. Garuda knew that escaping from Shikoba wouldn't be all too difficult. The Flock has taken precausions with him when he had joined. Clipping his wings was one of them. But it had been some time since his last trimming, and Shikoba was supposed to make an appoitment for them to be clipped again soon. Right now, Garuda knew that it wouldn't be a challenge to take flight and escape.
But he stayed, and the thought didn't cross his mind again. Garuda's eyes glanced around him before he found his place near a corner. From the sun's place in the sky, he knew that he still had some time before Shikoba came for him. It was to be a long day.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 10:14 pm
(OCC: Note, I'm not really "Godmoding" Zahraa since I'm using information from an RP Beejoux posted. This is set at the same time.)  A little way's away from the area of the male safezone, Cabriole lay quietly under a thick, sturdy branch, skin twitching slightly as Zahraa', one of the commanders and his captor, trailed her claw playfully along his back with her hind claw.
He hadn't been away from her sight since he arrived almost a week before, the warm colored stallion quickly learning to stay close for protection since the other mares seemed quite fascinated by him at times... While a few seemed, compared to the others, non-threatening, the majority of the 'sisters' of the flock were disturbing in their words, implying a want to hurt him for the sake of entertainment.
He had learned quickly that Zahraa' made a good protective shield, and was much easier to deal with, especially if commands were acted upon quickly. And since she had promised to give him work in order to occupy his mind, he was slowly learning to relax, even if the meat rending claws she possessed still made his skin ache for freedom from his own body at times, as if it was attempting to crawl away.
He had grown used to the chirping calls of the Harpies, and was quickly learning which voice was which mare, and the call of the Queen, even if he didn't understand its meaning, caused his head to swivel in the direction it came from.
With only two responses -- Zahraa and the frightful Celaeno, Cabriole was already shifting himself in case he needed to stand when the command was given, quickly but carefully going to his feet with the jingle of his remaining bells as it did, indeed, come. The Harpies seemed to be quite fond of them, and Zahraa herself had decked herself when around the nesting grounds with some of his own accessories. She seemed to take great pride in having caught him.
Why, the stallion mused as he followed her, Is beyond me. It's not as if I was difficult in any way to capture. No struggle was given. Considering my stumble, you'd think it'd be seen as weakness and wanted to be kept out of their supply of males. One would assume I'd be a poor trophy for all of that...
Soon, he was suddenly alone in a small pond of testosterone, surrounded by a small group of depressed and frightened males.
Well, Isn't this cheery...
He sighed, craning his head upwards to look at the mares curiously, trying to see who was there. However, as Zahraa glanced over the lip, his head bobbed slightly, as if letting her know silently that he was still there, before looking around his fellow men, unsure of what he was supposed to do there.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 10:36 pm
It was during times like this that he felt the most like a 'pet'. This pen, made for males to 'get away' from their mistresses every once and awhile, was like a cage to Garuda. He felt like a child, needing to be watched while mother was out at work.
Ruffling his feathers, Garuda lazily traced a pattern into the dirt using two of his claws. He was laying down in the shade with his eyes half closed. Garuda wished that he wasn't given as much time to sleep last night as Shikoba had allowed. It all seemed like such a waste when he could have been doing more productive things, especially with all of the time he had now to nap. A smirk fell onto his lips as his mind traveled to different, more interesting thoughts.
He almost didn't notice the new arrival.
Bells alerted almost everyone in the pen of the other male's arrival. Garuda's eyes flickered up to the movement from the corner of his eye. Part of him dared to hope that it was Shikoba, back to bring him home with her. But alas, a short stallion came into view. How long had it been since he was last sent to this pen? Garuda knew that the Harpies captured new toys weekly, but surely he would have recognized this male. Oddly enough, the younger male didn't seem fearful, like most of the newbies. It sparked some interest in Garuda. Glancing around for any lingering Harpies, Garuda lifted himself off of his stomach and made way to approach the boy. Hopefully it wouldn't catch too much attention. "Excuse me," Garuda spoke when he had reached the male's side. "My name is Garuda." He was straight to the point, always making sure that the other he was talking to knew his name. "If I may ask, how long has it been since you were... taken in by the Flock?" Captured seemed like to harsh of a word to use, even though it was the truth for the vast majority of the males.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 8:26 am
Turning quickly to assess who was approaching him, Cabriole's ears flicked upward, then down slightly. He was about the size of an average stallion, a bit tallerby about an inch or two, but the other stallion was... Large. And bore similar talons of the Harpies. Possibly this man was raised from a foal, born to the Harpies, a result of their breeding with another male.
Glancing back up at the nest his captor and the queen was in, unsure if he was allowed to speak, he hesitated, "....Cabriole Amachi... Almost... Almost a week ago."
Returning his attention back to Garuda, he perked one ear and drooped another, smiling somewhat nervously, "It's been a rather unsettling week for me, but I'm quickly learning how to avoid trouble.."
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 11:08 am
Garuda mentally patted himself on the back. He wasn't losing it yet- the male was a new addition to the testosterone. Cabriole Amachi. Garuda took note of his name. It was very foreign. Part of him was curious as to where Cabriole's home was located, and why he had traveled so far. Garuda tried to give the younger male a encouraging smile. "That is good. You will get yourself out of many bad situations if you try to learn the rights and wrongs ahead of time." Their conversation hadn't grabbed any of the Harpies attention yet. "It does get better, you know. You get used to it." It always helped if the female they were serving had a heart. "My master, Shikoba, taught me the ways of the flock. She had been very generous towards me."
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 5:11 pm
Musing about it a bit, Cabriole nodded a bit, focusing his attentions to the 'mens area'. It seemed to be marked out with rocks and sticks around the large tree the queen made her nest around. It seemed odd how they'd build nests in trees, but bald eagles did something similar. It was all weight distribution and choosing the branches used carefully. Plus, the majority seemed more.. Petite compared to most soquili, even if many normal height or taller, "Zahraa's the one that captured me. Not that I put up much of a fight after the initial attempt to bolt."
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 10:37 am
"I've heard that she is a tough one. It was wise not to put up a struggle." Garuda knew better than to underestimate an angry harpy, must less one of the higher ups. It didn't happen often, but he had had the chance to see them over power males before one on one. Their swift ability to take their opponent down was almost frightening. There was a reason why slaves so rarely escaped. Curious though, Garuda continued "Does your mistress treat you well?" He might have been judging the smaller male too quickly, but he wasn't sure if Cabriole would be able to adjust to the different lifestyle. The other male was obviously smart enough not to try resisting, a good start.
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