Alone In The World [Secret]

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[bg=232436] The chocolate colored stag hadn't been in the Caverns for very long, but for being such a newcomer, he had been able to find his way around the long twisting halls quite easily. To his suprise of course. The green eyed boy knew he wasn't the only slave to drag along these numerous hallways, and probably wouldn't be the last one to be drug into this place. Bronx was quite depressed at the fact that he hadn't been lucky enough to run across another slave of the caverns, but then he suspected not many of them had the time or freedom to move about as they please. Bronx wouldn't unless his mistress, Norml, wasn't too busy trying to win her stag back after seeing him running around with some other mare. The stag shook his crown, the one that once had the oppertunity to carry a crown upon it, chuckling to himself at the thought of someone being interested in Norml, she was such a strange mare. Pretty sure, but something about her just seemed off to him. As he wandered through the damp, dark tunnels the young stallion cursed himself for getting himself into this. He could have joined the Bachelors and gone around raping mares..which according to his father's herd, was his speciality. Goddamn The stag thought out a string of profanities, knowing better then speaking as it would draw attention to him more then his coat already would. If the pretty little roan mare hadn't led him on and then told the herd that he raped her, when it was clearly consented, he wouldn't be in this goddam mess. Bronx felt as if he was just biding his time here, maybe one day he would be strong enough to break free. But for now he was still just simply not fit enough after that three day run away from his crown. Reachimg a fork in the tunnels the silver dapple stag realized he had no idea where he was anymore, that his thoughts had put him off of his path back to the servant's area and instead into this unknown area. Turning his emeralds so he could look down one turn, he couldn't see too much, so he cocked his harks in that direction and heard nothing. So he glanced down the other one, hearing and seeing the same as the last. Bronx stamped nervously, this was not good and he wasn't in the physical or mental shape to be beaten for being where he didn't belong.. Speech Featuring;; Bronx ll 3 ll 16hh ll Rocky Mountain x Spanish Mustang ll Green ll Silver Dapple ll Slave ll Tags;; Secret & Deliah. Words&Muse;; 423. My muse is alright, I am trying to show a little bit of his personality and keep him in the whole defeated, torn down, pretty unhealthy state at the same time. Notes;; Okay so the word count is a lot better then I thought it was going to be. I kindof rambled and I don't like the post much, but I'm tired and having a little trouble working his personality and his current state together. Bronx is normally a trouble maker and a very confident horse, but he's in a bad state since he was ran out of his home..read his thread with Norml at the Springs to understand his state a bit better xD Sorry it sucks so bad.. Credits;; Table by Its a secret; all images are copyright to their rightful owners [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

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[atrb=background,http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/005/7/9/delilah_by_morphineproductions-d4lg4dm.png] I walked through tunnels with my foal, who has only walked among these tunnels for mere days yet she managed to drag me through a lot of it, its horrible when she gets mad or bored because she knows how to throw a fit and argue so its to her advantage. though lately I have been becoming more strict and showing that I will not allow her to disrespect me to such an extent. We wandered down an extra dark tunnel that only seemed to excite Riata more then anything. I moved into a trot keeping up with her pace easily, though her legs were much stronger now. At the back of the tunnel she decided to stop and take a nap, I sighed and stood over her keeping watch and listening to every little sound. After a few minutes a new smell met my nostrils at almost the same time as approaching hoof beats. I started walking toward the exit of our little tunnel, stopping when a stallion came into view, he seemed to be debating on which tunnel he should go down, he even looked unsure like he did not know if he could be here, and truthfully I had no clue if we were aloud here either being a slave and all. I got away with more then most did because of Riata being the leaders daughter and I have to follow her and make sure none of these asses harm her in any way. I was about to step out and say some thing when a warm little body trotted past mine and right out to the stranger. Who the heck are you?! and why havent I seen you before. Are you a trespasser? Oh boy do you know what happens to trespassers?!" She demanded. Her ears pinned against her skull as she verbally attacked the stranger. Stepping out I pinned my ear nipping her on the rump hard enough to show her I was serious. "Riata back off the stranger now! And get back in this cave." I snapped Riata pinned her ears but walked back into the cave and stood next to me staring at the stranger. "I am sorry for my daughters rudeness. But who exactly are you and why are you in these parts?" I asked watching him ______________ Delilahs Speech Riatas Speech Featuring;; Delilah ll 3 ll 14.3 ll Crossbred ll Blue ll Chestnut varnish ll Tags;;Grey/Looking Glass. Muse;;Great. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by Its a secret; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[bg=232436] The sound of little hooves clopping down the dark teased the dark brown ears of the stag, causing him to quickly turn his head in the direction of the noise. But nothing emerged from the dark. Then the scent hit his nares, one was clearly a foal, judging by the scent of milk fresh around it, and the other Bronx assumed to be it's dam. Worry flickered in the stag's very being when he thought it could be the queen and the king's foal. If there even was a queen, Bronx wasn't quite sure. It sucked being the slave and he was quite sure that if it was the queen, and he was seen socializing with her the punishment would be beyond dire. A sigh slid through his dark maw. Then a filly emerged from the shadow, yelling at him and asking him what his purpose was here. Bronx's heart dropped to his feet, it had to be the queen, he was in serious trouble now. Until the petite mare stepped out from the shadows, her white and chestnut coat shaded darkly by the emptyness of the cave. The way she spoke to him and the way she carried herself caused Bronx to relax slightly, she was one like him. Or at least a lower rank. Much, much better then the queen. A small smile slid acrosst his maw. "No worries miss. I would have reacted the same way to a stranger being near my dam." The smile dissapeared when the little mare asked him who he was and what his purpose was here. "I am Bronx. Norml brought me here, and I was wandering. Quite lost I believe. Not even sure if I am supposed to be in this part of the tunnels..." He allowed his voice to trail off, not really sure if he was getting himself in trouble by speaking to this mare, but also not really caring too much, he was slowly gaining his strength back. The only visible way to tell he was still weak was the slick spots of sweat on his neck and the few on his barrel and back, and his eyes had a lackluster glow to them. Internally his muscles were screaming at him. Speech Featuring;; Bronx ll 3 ll 16hh ll Rocky Mountain x Spanish Mustang ll Green ll Silver Dapple ll Slave ll Tags;; Secret & Deliah. Words&Muse;; 377 . The Patriots won! Muse is pretty great! Notes;; Credits;; Table by Its a secret; all images are copyright to their rightful owners [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

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[atrb=background,http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/005/7/9/delilah_by_morphineproductions-d4lg4dm.png] I nodded as the stallion told me, that it was okay, he under stood and would have had the same reaction to a stranger. It was a relief knowing he did not take the way Riata acted offensively, my foal was quite lucky in the matter, even though he looked worn down and tired, im sure she was still strong enough to take down a foal. Of course before that could have happened I would have stepped in. It was then that I realized I did not feel the same around him as a always did with Looking Glass, was it because we were both in a similar situation? Or because he looked tired like he could not fight me in the first place? I did not know that answer and I was not about let myself over think it either, because anyway I look at it he is still, the same as I a slave, to the dark king who ruled this place. I hated him, not only because he force bred me but because if it weren't for him my precious daughter most likely would not be ass mean as she sometimes proved to be. My attention was brought back to the stallion when he spoke his name, and the fact he was quite lost. I nodded slightly in understanding. "My name is Delilah and this is my daughter......." I was cut of with a very loud screeching whinny from my daughter. It was her way of telling me to shut up, and I was so taken back at that moment I did exactly what she wanted. "I am Riata, Princess Riata if you may. My father is kind of this land. And pathetic slaves should be in the slave area, not wandering around like dumbasses." Riata snapped. I looked at the stallion with a shamefully sorry look, before nipping Riata harder then I usually do to show her ot shut up. She let out a little squeal and pinned her ears but other then that remained silent, staring at the stallion with the name of Bronx like he was nothing more then a slave, I suppose to her he was only a slave, as am I. Just the thought saddened me. ______________ Delilahs Speech Riatas Speech Featuring;; Delilah ll 3 ll 14.3 ll Crossbred ll Blue ll Chestnut varnish ll Tags;;Bronx/Ever. Muse;;Great. Notes;;Riata is horrible O.o Credits;; Table by Its a secret; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[bg=232436] Weary green eyes watched the light colored mare and her foal carefully. Not wanting to allow his gaurd to fall around them just yet. Bronx still wasn't quite sure if they were friends or just a few of his oppressors. The chocolate colored stag still had yet to meet the king of these lands, or any of his followers other then the paint and her dappled gray obsession. And so far they hadn't left a very good impression...not that he was suprised. His mind wandered back to his homeherd, where he was respected and adored. Until Rosalee came along and screwed it all up, regret flared up in him and then the little mare infront of him spoke. Her light voice taking him back to the present. "My name is Delilah and this is my daughter..." The mare had barely been able to get a sentence in before the wretched little creature who stood behind her jumped up screeching at the top of the tiny lungs. The stags chocolate colored ears flicked back and pinned to his skull while he lashed the air with his blonde banner. She spoke of him calling her a princess and it took all of his willpower not to respond to her. The filly continued on, going on about how slaves should be confined to one area. He turned his green eyes back on the little mare, his gaze full of curioustiy as to why she allowed her offspring to behave in this manner. But instead of asking he simply nodded his head then continued talking to the mare. "Nice to meet you Deliah. Are you a part of the Saints?" It was hard for the stag to tell, the mare had a look of deep saddness etched across her face but that could very well be from having an out of control foal at her hooves. Speech Featuring;; Bronx ll 3 ll 16hh ll Rocky Mountain x Spanish Mustang ll Green ll Silver Dapple ll Slave ll Tags;; Secret & Deliah. Words&Muse;; 319. Notes;; Credits;; Table by Its a secret; all images are copyright to their rightful owners [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

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[atrb=background,http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/005/7/9/delilah_by_morphineproductions-d4lg4dm.png] I stood still watching my foal as she turned and trotted back into the cave, relief filled me as she left but so did worry, because all I am to her is a slave like all the others, she thinks of me as trash and its bother some to know exactly how down she looks at me. I looked up at the stallion as he spoke, asking me if I was part of the saints. It saddened me more, because no I was not, I was just like him, a slave, a plaything, alone. I returned my gaze on the stallion. "No. I'm not part of the saints, I am a slave and because my daughter is a saint, she can treat us how ever she feels...." I said in a low voice. Returning my eyes to the ground again. "Thats right. You both are mere playthings, that will be disposed of when your masters are done with you. I however dont care where either of you end up." Riatas voice suddenly appeared beside me. I look at the cave walls not saying anything, for what really could I say that would make her change her mind? I did not know and I doubted anyone could ever change her mind about slave. I looked at Bronx. "Please excuse my daughter, she likes to mess with others to the point that they say something no slave should say. She loves to get others in trouble, and hurt them." I said looking at the stallion. ______________ Delilahs Speech Riatas Speech Featuring;; Delilah ll 3 ll 14.3 ll Crossbred ll Blue ll Chestnut varnish ll Tags;;Bronx/Ever. Muse;;Great. Notes;;SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER!! Credits;; Table by Its a secret; all images are copyright to their rightful owners