Post by amity on Jul 27, 2014 2:03:09 GMT 10
A p h r o d i t e
Skin and Bones
That’s all that is left of the once pristine minx, that’s all anyone would see when they looked at her. Matted two toned pelt crusted with dashes of blood, scars that could easily send the wrong idea to anyone viewing this waste of space. Her boa hung her skull low, there was no energy to hold it high, nor was there no pride to be presented. She thought no more of herself than how that bastered had treated her. A slave, a toy, a demon. A cool morning breeze swept across her fail frame, she shuttered and shook, cool shock waves only met with the hills and valleys of her ribs, the ridges of her back all of which were easily exposed. Heavy snorts dusted the air with a cusp of heat misting the unforgiving cold, coming to a halt her mug lifted and was just above her knee as she peered with aqua blue eyes into the unfamiliar terrain. No one was in sight, and as another chill came sweeping across her frame she decided that now would be the best time to find some sort of cover, to give her peace from what others would consider a decent summers day. Sad hallow orbs searched until they came across a cluster of trees and shrubs, forming almost a cup shape in the corner of the clearing she was standing in; and so she lowered her mug again feeling frightened and afraid and worked her way, slowly to shelter.
This isn’t the picture that comes to mind when you think of royalty. Scars on her underbelly, her rump and neck; blood dried next to newly formed wounds; a corps worse than that of a prisoner at a war camp. Who knew you could take everything from someone in just 2 years? Going from having everything, a mother who was queen and father that was king, an attractive frame, plenty of quality grass and water. To a war, watching your loving parents die right in front of your face, by the same daggers of the brute who would mount you time and time again. Steal your dignity, make an example of you to the other countless POWs that he had; called them his ‘prizes’. Used them as examples to anyone who tried to defy him. All of the mares were held for breeding or pleasure to any of his ‘shoulders’; any mare that proved to not bare young was disposed of, especially if they were in poor condition. That’s how Aphrodite got to where she was now.
“Get off of that bitch.” his voice echoed in her head as the flash back of the last encounter played yet again in her head; “It’s my turn…”. A large framed stallion came into sights view, and the pressure and trusting that was on the frightened mare’s back became heavier and then a harsh pain as he dug his daggers and ivory pinchers into her pelt as he withdrew himself from her and dismounted. Snorting out of discomfort, her boa jolted up and she pushed herself forward and away from the dismounted steed. Pinned towers upon her defensive crown guarding her boa, she watched the large framed masculine steed as he circled her commanding his companion to leave the area and tend to other duties. “You have yet to produce any young, and we both know what good a sterile mare is worth.” A dark chuckle came from deep in his thick neck, “especially one that is so… how should I put it?” Lashing out he bit down on the defenseless mare’s rump, missing her hip bone by a few hair lengths. “One that is so unresponsive. There isn’t anything pleasurable about not having a challenge. One might think you are a whore and just take it from whomever is attempting.” He stopped circling her, stopping to where his tail met her front daggers and his mug at her rump. “It’s a shame, because you used to be so wild and determined. Hell, you even gave me a few scars of my own!” Another chuckle, and the mare shifted herself away from his body. She was tired and malnourished and had no fight left in her, she had nothing to live for. “Oh now sweet heart. We both know how this goes.” He quickly repositioned himself, put his snout by her tail to move it out of the way, catching a fragrant whiff of her sent. He threw himself up ward, put his kissers to her pinned back towers and in heavy, unforgiving whispers, he slithered these words into her mind “too bad if you do produce something after this. You’ll be dead before it’s even born.” And thrust himself inside of her, his aim was to hurt her and that he did. He drew blood with daggers and his ivory pinchers, it dripped down her pelt. She protested but to no avail. When he was done, she collapsed, tears streaking her former beauty. “Such a waste.” Turning to her the stallion spoke. “Good bye Whore. I’ll see you in Hell.” And that was it. He left her there, as her orbs closed and everything went black. The herd that she had been held with was moved, the conditions had gotten so bad that not even the devil himself would have stayed here.
Finally approaching this den for the homeless, she lowered herself to the earth that she would soon rejoin. Such a sorry excuse for what she used to be, Aphrodite took one last look and surveyed the land around her. It wasn’t as empty and fruitless as where she had been when she blacked out, it was all such a blur and she wasn’t sure how she got here.
finished!
word count: 892
Skin and Bones
That’s all that is left of the once pristine minx, that’s all anyone would see when they looked at her. Matted two toned pelt crusted with dashes of blood, scars that could easily send the wrong idea to anyone viewing this waste of space. Her boa hung her skull low, there was no energy to hold it high, nor was there no pride to be presented. She thought no more of herself than how that bastered had treated her. A slave, a toy, a demon. A cool morning breeze swept across her fail frame, she shuttered and shook, cool shock waves only met with the hills and valleys of her ribs, the ridges of her back all of which were easily exposed. Heavy snorts dusted the air with a cusp of heat misting the unforgiving cold, coming to a halt her mug lifted and was just above her knee as she peered with aqua blue eyes into the unfamiliar terrain. No one was in sight, and as another chill came sweeping across her frame she decided that now would be the best time to find some sort of cover, to give her peace from what others would consider a decent summers day. Sad hallow orbs searched until they came across a cluster of trees and shrubs, forming almost a cup shape in the corner of the clearing she was standing in; and so she lowered her mug again feeling frightened and afraid and worked her way, slowly to shelter.
This isn’t the picture that comes to mind when you think of royalty. Scars on her underbelly, her rump and neck; blood dried next to newly formed wounds; a corps worse than that of a prisoner at a war camp. Who knew you could take everything from someone in just 2 years? Going from having everything, a mother who was queen and father that was king, an attractive frame, plenty of quality grass and water. To a war, watching your loving parents die right in front of your face, by the same daggers of the brute who would mount you time and time again. Steal your dignity, make an example of you to the other countless POWs that he had; called them his ‘prizes’. Used them as examples to anyone who tried to defy him. All of the mares were held for breeding or pleasure to any of his ‘shoulders’; any mare that proved to not bare young was disposed of, especially if they were in poor condition. That’s how Aphrodite got to where she was now.
“Get off of that bitch.” his voice echoed in her head as the flash back of the last encounter played yet again in her head; “It’s my turn…”. A large framed stallion came into sights view, and the pressure and trusting that was on the frightened mare’s back became heavier and then a harsh pain as he dug his daggers and ivory pinchers into her pelt as he withdrew himself from her and dismounted. Snorting out of discomfort, her boa jolted up and she pushed herself forward and away from the dismounted steed. Pinned towers upon her defensive crown guarding her boa, she watched the large framed masculine steed as he circled her commanding his companion to leave the area and tend to other duties. “You have yet to produce any young, and we both know what good a sterile mare is worth.” A dark chuckle came from deep in his thick neck, “especially one that is so… how should I put it?” Lashing out he bit down on the defenseless mare’s rump, missing her hip bone by a few hair lengths. “One that is so unresponsive. There isn’t anything pleasurable about not having a challenge. One might think you are a whore and just take it from whomever is attempting.” He stopped circling her, stopping to where his tail met her front daggers and his mug at her rump. “It’s a shame, because you used to be so wild and determined. Hell, you even gave me a few scars of my own!” Another chuckle, and the mare shifted herself away from his body. She was tired and malnourished and had no fight left in her, she had nothing to live for. “Oh now sweet heart. We both know how this goes.” He quickly repositioned himself, put his snout by her tail to move it out of the way, catching a fragrant whiff of her sent. He threw himself up ward, put his kissers to her pinned back towers and in heavy, unforgiving whispers, he slithered these words into her mind “too bad if you do produce something after this. You’ll be dead before it’s even born.” And thrust himself inside of her, his aim was to hurt her and that he did. He drew blood with daggers and his ivory pinchers, it dripped down her pelt. She protested but to no avail. When he was done, she collapsed, tears streaking her former beauty. “Such a waste.” Turning to her the stallion spoke. “Good bye Whore. I’ll see you in Hell.” And that was it. He left her there, as her orbs closed and everything went black. The herd that she had been held with was moved, the conditions had gotten so bad that not even the devil himself would have stayed here.
Finally approaching this den for the homeless, she lowered herself to the earth that she would soon rejoin. Such a sorry excuse for what she used to be, Aphrodite took one last look and surveyed the land around her. It wasn’t as empty and fruitless as where she had been when she blacked out, it was all such a blur and she wasn’t sure how she got here.
finished!
word count: 892
ooc: yea, it's been forever since I have written anything and apologize for how this turned out? I figured that was an important bit of her history for her personal development, anyways! Open to anyone (:
Sound like a plan Amity