Post by Princess Gemini on Aug 14, 2007 21:56:53 GMT -5
Username: Princess Gemini
Age: 17
How long have you role played? I started in mid march of 2007, so about 5 months
Do you request a certain teacher? No, anybody is fine
How did you find us? An admin posted a affiliation request on my site, Wild Equines.
Example Post: [This is my most recent posr. I did it for my site. I usually don't post such long posts, but I had lots of muse for this one. I usually post in the 200-500 word range.]
Mahalo looked back at Flute now, ashamed and confused that he was feeling ashamed. Kamau had taught him never to feel bad for what he did to a slave, or anybody for that matter. Never to apologize. Yet, he had done just that. He began to wonder what Kamau would say if he found out. What the hell was wrong with him? He was heir to the herd, he had expectations to live up to. Yet, he couldn't help but feel bad about the way he had treated her. But why? He would probably never know what was wrong with him, or why he didn't hate and despise her as Kamau had told him he should feel for slaves. Slaves are worthless beings that deserve nothing but pain but even as he thought that, he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling. It was more than lust and more than the desire to hurt her. It was a strange and new feeling. He liked her.
But then his thoughts were interrupted as a flicka not any older than Flute wandered over. Her tear stained face was clearly visible. Mahalo looked over at Flute, then at Khepri and Calypso. Looking back at Flute, Mahalo held a gaze of shame in his orbs. He walked over to Calypso, his chosen mate. Nuzzling her, Mahalo sighed.
I'm sorry, my darling. I don't know what came over me, it won't happen again.
It was a promise that he intended to keep. It was clear that he felt ashamed of himself. How could he like a slave? A mare that's sole purpose was to do as he wished when he wished it. But still, he couldn't help but feel something. The only thing he could think to do was suppress that feeling, hide it from everybody...even Amphion, his best friend. But then the heart-broken screams of the new filly reached his alert auds. Friends? How could his dear Calypso be friends with her? Or friends with a mere slave for that matter? It was possible, however, for Mahalo liked Flute...regardless of what her rank in the herd was. Looking over at the filly, Khepri was it? Mahalo sighed. More drama for him to deal with. If he told Kamau, he might end up having to tell his father what he had done. He was sure he would be punished if his father knew.
But then his dear Calypso took off after the foolish filly. What now? Any more drama and he might just have to tell Kamau. And the chances were that Kamau already knew, or would find out soon enough. The large ebonite brute was out of site, but that didn't mean that Kamau hadn't seen or had one of his herd members spy on Flute and Mahalo for him. No, Kamau wouldn't do that, would he? The brute was unpredictable. Mahalo was confused and unsure of what he should do. Calypso had run off after her friend. Mahalo wanted to go after her, but then what would Flute do? She would be unguarded and free to run if she wished. But what else could he do? Maybe he would make her come with him. Or threaten her and command her to stay put.
Come on, sleeper, we are going after your little friend.
Vocals were cold, and sounded just like those of his father. He had to make up for what he had done with cruelty and harshness. It was the only way. Or so he thought. Maybe Kamau would never know about all of this. But if his father did find out, Mahalo knew he would be in trouble and be punished for not telling Kamau and for feeling bad about when he punished Flute. Trotting off in the direction his dear Calypso had gone, he looked back to make sure that Flute was following. It wasn't long before he caught up with Calypso, but when he did he saw her body laying on the ground. Looking utterly lifeless. Fear gripped him, and he ran to her.
C-Calypso...wake up, my dear. Wake up love.
Mahalo spoke, scared and confused. Looking over at Flute with troubled orbs that said clearly 'help', he looked back down at his mate to be. Nudging her gently, tears began to form in his orbs. Please wake up. You have to wake up. A million thoughts went through his mind as he looked down at her. Laying down beside her, Mahalo let the tears fall from his orbs. What if she was dead? But no, she didn't seem dead, only unconscious. That had to be it.
Flute, go get help! And don't you even think about trying to escape. If you do, you will be caught and severely punished. who knows, I may just let all the colts in the herd have a turn with you. I'll let them do as they wish with you as long as they don't kill you. Now go!
Vocals were cold and mocking, trying to scare the filly in case she thought about trying to run. But it was obvious he was scared. What would happen if Calypso died? He knew she needed help. And he refused to leave her side. The only one around to go get help was his worthless slave. He only hoped she came through in the end.
|911 words, my longest post yet!|