Daddy, like my new pet? (Thrace/Crixus)

[Rambo-Jam]

A jezebelle with refined beauty that could only be planished from the hardest curves of the best of quality of warrior's armor, strode across the edges of the plains with the elegance of a princess with meaning. Indeed this two year old filly was well poised and a bit more delicate than her dear mother ever was, to say the least. She thrived on the fact she knew she was gorgeous and only gaining beauty by the year. From having a wondrous champagne painted canvas, to now a dappling out grey, ever so slowly, as if marble was tenderly laminating her precious statue as slow and sweet as a summer southern lullaby being sang on a warm evening night to a dear lover. Though her matron was an amazing actress and warrior, Neikea desired to rather watch the bloodshed instead of be involved in it. It was far beyond her taste to taint her flesh with another's impure oil of life, it was disgusting to even imagine a single drop of crimson staining her porcelain skin, it made her shudder mid-step.

Huffing a hot breath at the thought, Neikea glanced lavishly behind her with her emerald visionaries, "Keep up my dog, you do not serve well as a guard if you do not stay near to protect me. Hurry you impudent fool, my patron is somewhere in these regions and I desire his audience. After all I need to show off my little prize. He should be proud I have acquired my first servant purely on my own.. " Her sneer was harsh and unrelenting, there was obvious no love for her newly claimed pet, he was pure property to her. All her's to command and control, oh the things she dreamed of having him do for her. The imbecilics she would sick him upon, the mares she would demand he force for her small revenges. He was the perfect mindless brute for her to have and by the gods she wanted her matron and patron alike to be proud of her small win of life.

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[<{Txepster}>]

The so called dog followed, perhaps a bit too slow for his mistress's liking so he pressed his heels in deeper and lengthened his stride till he caught up to her. Keeping his brainpan lower than her's, an expression of only of which a broken soul and spirit could behold, blank. Blank as a dark cloudy sky with no hope of letting the sun shine through, Crixus followed his new owner obediently with no question, he never did when the two-leggeds told him what to do. So he wouldn't now. His form towered her delicate one easily, yet he was her slave, head tucked low to his chest, dark blue pools adverted to looking at her flawless heels. His entire appearance spoke that of a whipping boy, completely beaten and broken for every wrong he'd done in his life, his once spontaneous self to a hollow shell only to be told what to do.  

 The human destroyed statue stopped several paces behind the greying champagne mistress, what was left of his mane tossled lightly as his mass quit all motion as she blabbered on of showing him off to her sire. Crixus cringed knowing he was no prize, white scars littering his body, burn scars marring his neck and shoulders, half blind in his left eye, he was a monster to witness even for a slave, he wasn't worth her time to show off. By the gods how he hated how much he took away from her defined beauty, the thought made him step back once more as to not hinder her glowing presence. He was a Beast without a soul, nothing more. Hence why he would only ever do as other's told him to do, he had no right to ever make a choice of his own, the humans proved that to him a long time ago. 

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[Bandit]

It was mine. Finally.

My ultimate birthright, the pinnacle of my inheritance, the Foggy Hills, was finally under their proper rule once and for all. The dark cloud of ineptitude and shame that had been hovering over me since I had matured in one instant was eliminated. It felt so freeing, so exhilarating, so right to finally sit on the throne of my father.

So now began the task of collecting up those that followed me, my family, and any others I deemed fit and bringing them home. Neikea was my first priority, my daughter that had been shaping up so well, falling in so close to my standards. I was silently proud of the girl, and mostly satisfied with how her mother had begun her training. I would find her and introduce her to the Hills then go and finally return Persephone and our second child to my side. Now that I had a proper home and title to give her I knew she could return to me.

Moving stiffly through the plains in the South on my way back to Cattail Lake, where I assumed Nei would be, I paused for a moment letting the throbbing pain course through my body. My burns from the fire still buzzed and thrummed with pain, my skin was pink and raw and cracking with every step I took but in the end I knew it wouldn’t matter. This pain, this injury would only serve to make me stronger. Yet, for now every strand of grass, every fly that touched my body sent an intense jolt of pain through my tender skin. It was a constant reminder of what had happened and my current infirmity.

A harsh snort left my nostrils and my deep blue eyes scanned the plains, just looking ahead of myself, searching for anything of interest. In the distance I saw a lone pair walking through the long grasses, and my head tilted slightly as I watched them. Moving out in a controlled trot, I kept my head high, proud, as I approached, and as I drew closer I was able to tell that the leader of the pair was in fact my daughter. Curious. But who was it following her? The other beast looked far too familiar for my liking, but I couldn’t place him either. As they came to a halt, I closed the distance between myself and them quickly and stopped atop a slight rise in the land. It was only now that the familiarity of the beast at my daughter’s heels dawned on me. His sickly pale color and build all reminded me of the little beast I was cursed with in my childhood, but it was the darker cross on his shoulder that I could see clearly now that I was closer that eliminated all doubt from my mind.

“Crixus,” I growled, my lips curled back in a silent snarl as my blue eyes bored into my pitiful excuse of a half-brother’s side. What was he doing here, and even more importantly why was he with my daughter. My ears pinned flat against my skull and I pushed myself forward hard, pushing through the screaming pain in my limbs and burnt side galloping toward the pair that weren’t far from me now. Lowering my head and baring my teeth as I approached, I raised my head at the last minute meaning to ram into Crixus’ side hoping to knock him to the ground. Maybe I would kill the little retch once and for all, kill him like I should have years ago when we were both still children.

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OOC: Rambo-Jam for Neikea and <{Txepster}> for Crixus
thrace // stallion // 9yo // grey sabino (blue roan base) // warlord x ambrosia
black crescent moon rising over a corinthian helmet on shoulder
burned from summer S&D

[Rambo-Jam]

The militia diva smirked delightedly as her little whipping boy was stooped low and bowing behind her heels, oh how she loved having the power over another. Giving order to it and everything just was splendid. Neikea flung a disgusted flint at the scarred littered baheemith behind as he retracted from being so close to her, she did take disgust as the thought of the thing even touching her. He'd ruin her flawless complexion undoubtedly if even one strand of his locks tickled the hairs of her hock, it made her skin crawl at the thought. And so she kicked up her heels with her refined prance of a princess to continue her search.

Indeed the quest didn't take long after setting afoot as it seemed her quarry of interest had found them instead. The DNA donator himself seemed to arise over a small rise in the grass as if the gods had just laid him out off the palm of their hands. Perfect timing one could say. An extremely pleased smile graced the young doe's lips with pleasure of her visionaries falling upon his strong sturdy form, indeed understandable why he was considered a demi-god in the least. "Patron, my si.." Yet before her nicker of greetings was finished the flash of rage and fury the covered her father's face was insanely quick and vicious. The graying god was charging right at them! Harks pinned instantly and lips pursed, side stepping as not to be entangled with this red-hazed seeing brute. She'd never seen her patron act so quick and angered before.

Emerald orbs wider than ever with instant fury of her own as Thrace barreled after her slave, "THRACE! Leave my servant alone! He's a nameless fool that I've claimed as my property." Neikea snapped at him, not afraid to use her patron's name in his presence so long as it stopped him from assaulting what was hers. Even surging forth to nip at his flanks to grab his attention away from his target. "How can you know the dog, my Patron?" She hissed hastily at the gray god, glaring at the smokey cream moron as if it were his fault her patron was attacking him so quickly upon sight. Keeping her distance but yet half rearing and striking out towards her slave, "Do not touch my father or you will pay Cur." A bit of growl was now in her petitely angered lyrics, snorting at both of them. She would not stand for any of this. Father or not she would not tolerate either if the heathen retaliated or if Thrace destroyed her property. Letting out a sharp whinnie to stop this nonsense. "Enough, Sir Thrace, explain."

Neikea stood fuming from the nares keeping a cruel eye on her property as she waited her patron's explanation on his actions.

Bandit <{Txepster}>

[<{Txepster}>]

The young mistress's peon hardly had time to glance up at the rustling of hooves up ahead of them before realizing there was a rather hefty sized brute barreling his way. Deep blue pools widen in alarm, he had no idea why he was suddenly being attacked, yet he stood his ground looking to his keeper with great confusion. A heavy grunt was exerted from his muzzle taking full impact into his shoulder and side. Pushing his creme scarred frame back a substantial amount as his shod irons dug into the earth to keep up right. All natural instinct screamed at him to retaliate against this stranger and return the uncalled for assault, yet like the reins that once controlled his every moment, her words peirced the air. As if he'd been whipped by that of a real one, Crixus snorted lightly looking appologetically to Neikea as if he had been the one to attack.

Gaze dropping quickly to the earth, and his head held back and low, submissively dropping back even, "Yes Miss Neikea." He complied, voice hardly above a whisper. As well keeping his orbs averted from even the brute that had attacked him and from what he gathered was Neikea's father. With rather timid glances did he catch the same marking upon their shoulders... a marking that seemed to tickle his mind. He couldn't ever remember it at the moment but something of it spoke familiarity. It made him look back at his own shoulder confused, his cross was so different to say the least but wasn't a brand or scar to say the least. It still puzzled him of what it meant or where it came from. And now, how did other's behold different markings on them that were not brands or scars? Had humans touched them too?

"Who's Crix..ix..xus?" The name that the gray brute had muttered strummed a familiar sounding string in his mind as well. More so mumbling to himself by now, not wanting to cause anymore trouble as it seemed his presence stirred great strife. Was that how they treated humanized horses in the wild? He didn't know as he ran the name over and over in his mind, he just couldn't place it at all. As far as he knew he had never had a real name, just what ever adjective or noun the humans could spat at him depending who they were. Creamy was a popular one, dog or mutt, cross or crucifix for his marking, it, thing, stall 9, oh the list of what he'd gone by were endless. He had no identity in a name, he looked to his young new mistress with envy as she seemed to know herself through and through with the name she was given. Sighing he shut out all thoughts and kept tuned to the conversation in case he was ordered to do anything.

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