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 Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 1:29 pm
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 1:34 pm
Morsmordre tugged at the rope around the small filly's neck. She was grown persay, but still young. She had not yet grown into the adult body she had--that awkward stage of being. The little thing--Umeko--was obedient for the most part, but willful. She didnr't like being dragged around, but she would submit with a word even if her eyes blazed in defiance. She was much like her sister Alma.
They had not been able to discourage Alma from coming after her over and over, so in the end they had faked Umeko's death so that Alma would submit. She was probably somewhere back home crying over her lost sister, and the basket sold long ago.
That basket had fetched a nice price, and this girl would as well. She was beautiful, she could do some healing, and she was obedient even if she might come to slit your neck in the middle of the night. But that didn't matter, the girl was the buyer's problem then and not hers.
She paused in the clearing, waiting for the buyer to come.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 1:42 pm
Umeko went along willingingly enough, it was futile to fight Morsmordre--she had learned that early on. She had seen her hit her mother and her sister, and she had promised terrible things if she did not come with her. So she had, leaving behind the only family she had known in order to protect them.
But the further she got from her home--her prison--the more she wondered what Morsmordre had told them. Had she promised that she would be safe? Cared for? What promises were being broken now?
Umeko knew that nothing would dissuade her sister Alma from coming after her, nothing in all the world. Her mother was weak, but her sister was strong. But a month had passed and she had not come. What had Morsmordre told her?
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 1:55 pm
Tristan had heard rumors of a slave trader in the area and had grown curious. He wasn't the sort of stallion to buy slaves, but there had been one in particular that had caught his eye. Most slaves he had ever encountered, though his experience was notably lacking, had been well past their prime. This one, however, was quite young and had plenty of life left in her. She showed great potential and had a strong will about her.
His mother, Mercy, had taught him to treat all creatures with respect and kindness. She hadn't believed in slavery and had raised her son to be a proper gentleman himself. As much as Tristan wished he could buy up every slave there was and set them free, he knew that it was an unobtainable goal. For starters, he certainly did not posses the wealth that would be needed. However, even if he could not free them all, he could at least help one.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 2:19 pm
Morsmordre saw the stallion approach her, he had contacted her last time she was by and had requested to see the mare Umeko. He wanted to look her over and see about buying her.
He was not the usual sort, his body was all tension and apprehension. He seemed a man of iron, who did not bend. Stallions like those broke, if you could not bend them it was the best way. She did not know why he wanted the mare, or what he had to offer. The former was none of her concern and the latter decided everything.
"Here she is," she nodded the girl. "Look her over, then make me offers."
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Umeko kept her mouth shut as she watched the stallion approach. She knew better than to talk in Morsmordre's presence when there was a buyer. Things would not go welll if they did.
The stallion seemed rigid, conflicted. His eyes were soft, and his body was tempered steel. Perhaps...a knight? But what did she know of knights. There were no knights left, no saviours in shiny armour. Alma had told her that time and time again.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 2:27 pm
Tristan looked the usdia up and down. The little mare was in her awkward stages of life. She was neither a foal nor yet a grown mare. He wondered how long the trader had had her for or how she had been treated. The fire in her eyes showed him that her spirit had not yet been broken, even if she did appear to be obedient. This one he could save, it was the broken ones he couldn't.
"She's a little older than I had expected." Tristan didn't particularly care how old she was, but he couldn't seem weak in the trader's eyes either. If he simply accepted the mare for what she was he'd likely pay more as well. His goal was to get her for as cheap as possible so that he might be able to buy another later.
"Though I suppose she'll do. At least she seems to be in decent shape." He rather hoped that his words did not offend the mare, though he suspected that once he freed her she wouldn't care so much. "What sort of price are you looking for?" It was never a good idea to make the first offer. If you made it too low you were likely to offend the trader. Too high and you were over-paying.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 8:30 pm
"You're green," she spit the words out. "Don't try to lowball me, or pretend you know what you're on about. What do you want her for?" She growled a bit. "And if she's not good, I can bring you something more broken in or younger for you to train."
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Umeko looked down, kept her eyes veiled. She wanted to get away from Morsmordre, but she wondered if this stallion would be worse or not. Was he going to be good or evil? What would he force her to do? What would happen? She didn't know, and she had to admit she was a little nervous.
She looked back up at him quickly.
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