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Post by Welder on Dec 17, 2023 19:53:50 GMT -7
Jack had heard the rumors during his time in these lands; rumors of horses going missing or being sold for slaves were abundant yet he knew of no horse personally to have disappeared. Perhaps they were horses like him; ones who would not be missed. And unlike his former friends, he himself was a slave now. A slave to Rianne. To act as a spy, a double agent. While he was severely punished for harming her in battle, Rianne had given Jack more attention than anyone before. He never heard from those he called friends, nor was it apparent anyone cared that he was gone. This bubbled an anger within him, something he was vaguely familiar with, though in his past experience, that always lead to further problems, rather than solutions. During his gloomy stroll through the woods, the sun hidden from him, Jack embraced for a mere moment the mood of the environment around him to the feelings of despair and hatred within him.
He recognized that he must have been close to the landmark he was heading to, The Whore House. Near it would be human remains of days passed, markers made of stone with faded or lost markings, the smell of decay and death prominent in the stale air. Jack knew that for some time, he would have to face his demons, perhaps even embrace them. The lighter side of things always appealed to him but he felt that he could never contribute to this type of life. And that was okay. The realization of such startled him a little and he stopped his moody stroll, his brow furrowed as his eyes showed he was deep in this thought. It was such a deep thought for a horse lost within the confines of his anxiety and depression that he had forgotten for a moment what it was he was doing. Perhaps, in so many ways, he should be grateful for the chance to live. To live and see a new beginning perhaps. His life was never his to begin with before. Even as a slave, he felt he had more of a purpose than he ever had before.
At this point, he snapped out of his deep thought and had a deep breath. Whatever intelligence he could gain today would give him a purpose to continue. Though for the most part, he didn't know passed that. It didn't matter. The bubbling in him of strong emotions now turned to regret and despair, as he was always convincing himself he wasn't a bad guy. He was just a guy. He had to try. But for what purpose? To what end? Did it matter?
At the end of the day, he was still a prisoner of war.
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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 21, 2023 9:54:52 GMT -7
x CHARM Winter had come to Wild Equines. Another season of snow and ice to get through. Come spring time, he was sure there would be several who did not make it, and the bodies would start piling up. Thankfully, the mass grave on the furthest border of The Whore House made it so the herd did not have to worry about the corpses. They simply dumped the bodies and let nature take its course. There were plenty of bones, bleach white and cryptic, scattered throughout The Whore House. Between Rob and Snake, and even Cookie, there was an abundance of interesting objects, to say the least. However, since the summer, Snake Charmer had been housed in The Howling Keep. An agreement had been made between himself, Thomasin, and Selven that Snake would stay with them throughout the war as a personal healer for the Keep, and for the Kingdom if it was needed. He figured it gave his son and heir a good way of getting his name out there and making his own relationships. After all, Charm would not live forever - as much as that would be fun, he knew it was impossible. The day would eventually come where Charm passed away, or had to retire even, and Snake would be the one leading The Whore House. He had no doubts his son could handle it. The massive Shire was lurking in the forest that day, surrounded by shadows, the branches still thick enough to not allow massive amounts of sunlight in despite having hardly any leaves left on them. The forest was always so eerie, mist swirling between the trees and giving it a very ominous atmosphere. To Charm, it was perfect. He loved his home, and had called this place home for several years now. He had no plans on losing his home. He'd been challenged for it before. But so far, these days, no one seemed to really bother him. Sometimes he wondered if it was because the Dark alliance was getting soft. He remembered the chaos from back in the day. He wanted more of that. The violence and bloodshed called to him. The chaos made him feel alive. Perhaps that was why he had snatched Orel away from the Neutral Kingdom and was keeping her locked up tight in his brothel, unknown to the Neutral Kingdom. Or to anyone. He had not told anyone who Orel was. He supposed Tefached probably knew, but he trusted Tef not to say a damn word. Everyone else might have suspicions of who she was, if they saw her in her cell, but... no one had come knocking looking for her, and it had been several months now. He figured he was in the clear by now. His thoughts were lazily going back and forth, wondering just what he should do today, when he caught a whiff of an unfamiliar scent on the wind as it changed directions. Inhaling deeply, the black sabino made sure to memorize the scent. He rarely ever forgot a scent. Or a face. Licking his lips, ready to defend his home should it come to that, the large beast trotted off in the direction the scent was wafting from. He did not try to be quiet. Let the other brute know he was coming. Maybe it would frighten him a little. Smirking, Charm hummed casually to himself as he trotted along, hooves kicking through decaying fallen leaves and underbrush. Twigs snapped underfoot and, finally, he emerged into the shadowy area that the lone male was within. He was fairly shorter than Charm, and not nearly as bulky. He seemed... timid? Unsure of himself? And he certainly did not look like he belonged in a place like this. Amused, Charm came to a halt and placed himself before the stranger, making sure he could not enter any further into his home. "Who are you, hm?" the Dark land leader questioned, chuckling, clearly not at all intimidated by the more slimly built brute. "And what are you doing here?"Welder w/ Gentleman Jack 673 | ProfileVery excited for this! 11 years 3 months, winter, mid-day
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Post by Welder on Dec 22, 2023 20:15:58 GMT -7
The quick pace of hooves meeting the ground snapped Jack out of his reverie as a drafted sabino crested through the darkness and trees, making his presence known. He was very clearly interested in what Jack was up to, especially since this was a foreign territory to Jack and his face was not known. Jack didn't flinch all that much though; several weeks ago he would have turned tail and run. He was still slightly out of his element in meeting others he did not know. He took a deep breath and did not look away.
M-My n-na-name i-is he could hear the sneer from Rianne and he felt ashamed. J-Jack.. He was no longer worthy of being called gentleman.
He kept all four hooves planted and he so wanted the earth to swallow him up, but he had to stay alive and if that meant working for Rianne, that meant doing things that he was not entirely comfortable doing. He only looked down once before speaking again. I h-have n-no real the fact a word came out in one piece shocked him but he did not stop b-b-busi-ne-ss h-h-he-here e-ex-exc-ept to g-ga-gath-er i-in-info-r-m-ma-ti-tion he swallowed a dry lump in his throat f-f-fo-for R-Ria-Rianne. His voice was steady, in spite of his stutter. Jack had no reason to lie, though in these times, no one could be too careful. He did periodically hope at some point that someone else would end it all for him so he would not have to go back to being tortured.
In the back of his mind though, that would be inevitable. He would have to return to the mountain soon and give a report. Maybe if this fellow blessed Jack with a gash on the face or something, the torture would not be as terrible as it normally was. Or maybe it would infuriate her. There was not pattern to the way he was treated, not that he expected anything less. He almost felt like he was back in that place again, where he was so long ago. He was too uncomfortably comfortable with the situation he was in, especially the present moment in the graveyard.
He waited for this brute to be just as cruel as his captor.
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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 31, 2023 6:05:06 GMT -7
x CHARM This brute was so incredibly timid and out of place here. Charm wondered why someone so seemingly frail would come to a place like this, willingly. Had he not know where he was heading? A newcomer to Wild Equines, perhaps? Or just some clueless idiot or didn't pay attention to things like the Kingdoms and claimed lands? Charm's breathing was even and steady, black eyes trained on the pinto as he waited for an answer to his questions. Time was of the essence, of course. The Shire was not known for being very patient. The stranger did speak eventually, but it was with a heavy stutter, their voice faltering with every syllable. M-My n-na-name i-is J-Jack.. There was no recognition from the brothel owner. "Enjoying your stroll through my woods, Jack?" he asked, all too casual. Alarmingly casual. Eerily calm for someone encountering an intruder in their home. He made sure to emphasize that these woods were his when he spoke, peering down at the slightly shorter equine. Jack looked down once, before speaking again. I h-have n-no real b-b-busi-ne-ss h-h-he-here e-ex-exc-ept to g-ga-gath-er i-in-info-r-m-ma-ti-tion A brow was quirked at that, a question on the tip of his tongue as to what type of information Jack was after, but then the stuttering wimp of a man was speaking yet again. f-f-fo-for R-Ria-Rianne. Rianne. That name he knew, if only because he had been involved in the Dark Kingdom for so long. A sly little grin spread across his muzzle and he laughed, loud and amused. "Rianne sent you?" he mocked the brute, dark eyes alight with amusement. "For information - and what, pray tell, does she want to be informed about?" His head cocked to one side, forelock shifting away from his eyes, allowing him an easier way of staring intensely down at the other brute. Charm was immediately skeptical about this guy. He had half a mind to tear a strip of flesh from his bodice and send him packing however... He also didn't want to upset another Dark land owner, if this was some sort of messenger from the leader of Ittudale. It seemed in poor taste, to him, to use a messenger who couldn't say more than a word or two without stuttering, but, hey, to each their own he supposed. Welder w/ Gentleman Jack 383 | ProfileHe's a big ol' meanie 11 years 3 months, winter, mid-day
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Post by Welder on Dec 31, 2023 8:56:12 GMT -7
It wasn't that this horse was necessarily cruel to Jack, but the way that he looked at him made Jack cringe. It was a very long moment for Jack, as he lifted his eyes to meet with the other's, but in that moment, through the pain in his eyes, Jack realized something. It did not matter what he said, or what he did, he would always be the one to be beat around, to be doubted on. He would never be enough. He would never be worthy of anything. Just some puppet for others to fling around. But he had to answer the questions. He was a slave after all.
Ri-rianne r-re-requested i-if y-yo-you- it was this moment that the thoughts he had and the struggles he had came through without him realizing for a second that he was about to act. The frustration of the situation, his stutter, everything came through with a simple stamp of his hoof. This seemed to help him finish his sentence. had any information that could sup-po-port her. Well, almost.
Jack realized that in doing the stamping, that could be a very dangerous move. But the look on his face after hearing his own voice finish a few words was complete surprise, totally startling himself that he could even do that. But also terrified that this horse could very well take the action any way he wanted and seriously let Jack know about it. Jack wasn't challenging but in this world, that did not matter. This horse literally could send his head to Rianne and make her day, or start a war because she wanted dibs. It was so confusing but the thoughts that Jack had swirled as quickly as they came and he did not know what to do in this moment. Feeling an extreme but not unfamiliar mix of defeat and a little pride, Jack gave a meaningful look to Charm.
I-I he swallowed the ever present lump kn-know I-I'm wo-wor-worthless...j-j-jus-just d-doi-ng w-what I-I w-wa-was t-told.. Jack didn't know what Charm would do next, maybe he would slash him up and send him off or take pity, which was the less likely of the two options. Jack was not very good with words and as pitiful as he already was, figured he could just tell the truth. The sound in his voice would not argue how he felt about himself, rather, he would be genuine in a world of liars and thieves. To the weaker of the two horses, it was his only card to play. However, with that in mind, the anger was boiling again within him, deep within Jack, and it would continue to fester, no matter the outcome.
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Post by fleabittengray on Feb 23, 2024 6:26:11 GMT -7
x CHARM It was cold out. Charm wondered if this brute was feeling the chill in the air. He was of a much lighter build than the Shire beast, who was not even shivering from the wintery atmosphere. Then again, if Jack shivered, Charm would be quick to assume it was more do to fear than being cold. This guy just seemed so pathetic, so weak. It made him want to laugh. So what if Rianne was a member of the Dark Kingdom? Did that really mean he couldn't torment this weakling of a man? One way or another, Charm wanted to get under his skin and made him feel like he was less than nothing. The stuttering wasn't even the problem. It was how he presented himself! A strong man could still stutter, but a weak man with a stutter? Jack was truly hopeless, wasn't he? Ri-rianne r-re-requested i-if y-yo-you- He seemed unable to get the words out, stamping a hoof down upon the earth that had Charm arching a brow at him, snorting softly. The audacity of this guy to come into his home, stamping his feet like some colt throwing a tantrum! Good thing he was amusing. For now, at least. had any information that could sup-po-port her. Support her in what way, though? Charm barely knew the woman, other than her name and her being a leader of Ittudale. So to that, he just gave a shrug. "Maybe," he spoke, lips curling into a wicked and cruel grin. "Maybe not." Silly Rianne. Stupid Jack. If they had known anything, they would have known that Charm did not give anything, least of all information, away for free. There was always a price. And as Jack looked up at Charm, looking pitiful as ever, the black sabino wondered if maybe, just maybe, Jack was aware that there would be a price due of his visit. I-I The shorter beast swallowed. Charm twitched and ear forward, lazily swishing his tail. kn-know I-I'm wo-wor-worthless...j-j-jus-just d-doi-ng w-what I-I w-wa-was t-told.. Silence for a moment and then a loud laugh erupted from Charm. He shook his head, utterly amused as well as disgusted by the pathetic waste of space in front of him. "You really are pathetic, but I'm sure you know that," he snickered, beginning to walk a circle around the other. He studied every inch of him, black eyes surveying every potential strength and weakness that he could find. "But you must be a good listener, if you always do what you're told. Is that right?" His tone was slightly teasing, but still sinister as he came back around to face Jack. "That means you could have potential."Welder w/ Gentleman Jack 446 | Profilenotes 11 years 3 months, winter, mid-day
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Post by Welder on Mar 22, 2024 19:42:14 GMT -7
Charm's words cut into Jack but did not bother him in the manner that would have before. The stallion knew he was pathetic, through to the bone, but what startled him was that Charm thought he had potential.
Jack? Potential? Those words in the same sentence? Listening was a skill he adopted to make sure that he survived the worlds that he had lived in, considering all the decisions that he had made in his life. He looked up at Charm, with a rare, fleeting sense of hope and genuine curiosity. He did not trust Charm to be completely honest but Jack did not suppose Charm to be one to make a note of a basic skill and combine it with the word potential. The stallion felt the anger subside just enough within him that he raised his head slowly, not saying a word. He did not trust his tongue to speak what was on his mind but he was genuinely curious. He nodded his head in acknowledgement that indeed he did know how to listen and follow orders.
But so much of the time that had caused a lot of problems for him in his life. He was never good enough. Not a good dad. Not a good horse. Just overall a piece of crap. He had met other horses who felt pity for him and talked to him to try to get him to continue living but that did not give him a purpose really. That mainly made for a bad day and made his self-loathing even worse. But to find that someone possibly saw potential, fake or not, was a different matter all together. Perhaps in so many ways, he was his own prisoner...
The anger within him was quieted enough now that he was listening, his full attention on the brute before him. It didn't matter to him if Charm was a snake; Jack no longer wanted to be pathetic.
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