can't break free [c]

[BRUISER]

``TOBIAS DAWNING
so this is what it feels like
when you’re back at the start
and both your hands are tied

He'd failed.

The thought had made his heart sink, terror sinking into his bones when his chain was handed off to another servant, and he was led off to whomever had purchased him, occasionally stumbling over the chains that were locked too-tight around each ankle, the links between too short to allow him a proper stride. They kept him chained for fear he would run, not fly - the golden pegasus had never learned, his wings clipped by fear of falling from the clouds above him.

They walked for what seemed like days, marching steadily until they entered a kingdom he had heard whispers of - the Darks. Why was he being brought here? He had thought he had been sold to yet another young princeling, to be their servant until they too tired of their broken golden toy. "Won't you have fun?" His guard sneered, making him shy away with wide eyes only to be jerked back into line by biting chains. "A gift for his lord Cicero, a golden offering from our lands to his.

This was worse than failure. He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry, as he was led underground to meet his new master. They stopped, and those around him bowed - realizing a second too late, his mind dulled by hunger and travel fatigue, he hurried to bow as well, his knee bending until his nose touched the floor. He froze like that, like he had been trained - awaiting the verdict of his new master.

[DEAD-NAiL]

What in his right mind had made the decision to physically purchase another equine was beyond him. Even the dark king could not find footing on a logical answer as he traipsed knowingly through the dark halls of his mountains. The faint roar of a distant water-fall tickled the fur of his ears, black nostrils wide and hungry as he made his way meticulously over the rocky trail. A few horses jostled to move out of his way as he came, neared, and passed; The king paid them no heed, his mind focused on his current destination.

After meeting the outrageous Mok'Tagar he was grateful to be back home, in his caves where he belonged. Once again though he was summoned forth to the outer-reaches of his domain, hooves carrying his thick figure toward the primary mesa of his castle, the entrance to his personal hell-hole. Cero shook his head, black tendrils escaped to the sides of his face as black eyes searched left and right.

He was obvious, the golden pegasus bowed low and trembling to the ground. He was a broken creature, a thing born of beauty and ground into meat by the ones who created him. Cero smiled and approached the frightful being, pegasi by nature were much larger than normal equine, and this boy was no exception. Yet there was an excitement that danced at the back of Cero's eyes as he realized this did not matter, for this wretched waif before him was his, and size would do nothing to save the poor soul.

"WELCOME TO HELL BOY, YOU BELONG TO ME NOW."


`Cicero the train-wreck
`Ooc; so shitty </3
`Inspired by nothing

[BRUISER]

``TOBIAS DAWNING
so this is what it feels like
when you’re back at the start
and both your hands are tied

He stayed kneeling, trembling beneath the heavy gaze of his new owner - only his eyes raised, careful not to make contact or appear defiant in any way, only straining to get a glimpse of who he would now be controlled by. He was terrified of what he saw - muscles and bulk, that meant strength, something his own wiry - if tall - frame had never possessed.

(Not true. He was powerful, but ignorant. He had never known his own true strength - chained from shortly after birth and kept captive, and what good was a slave who knew he could fight?)

"He is called, my liege, Tobias Dawning." The guard spoke up, placing the chain that acted as his leash at the king's feet. "I hope you enjoy your purchase." With that, the retinue of guards turned and left him alone with his master, his body starting to shake with the strain of remaining locked in that position.

[DEAD-NAiL]

The guards spoke of a name and Cicero was only half-listening, thoughts tumbling through his mind as he conjured some sort of task he could put this pegasus to. He had never had a pegasus before let alone a pegasus slave. To be honest Cero had never had a slave before, only prisoners that were soon to be or soon butchered for the sanctum of his empire. The black and blue stallion lowered his head as the plethora of guards took their leave, purchase, the word rolled itself over his tongue like and acrobat. He wasn't sure how he felt about it.

"Oh get up you giant pin-cushion, come with me I have something I want you to do," His voice barked the order as his eyes wandered once more over the creatures golden figure. To tall, beautiful, a variant of both normal and fantasy and it was all his. The dark king then turned on his heels, fore-feathers bustling against the earth as he broke into a trot and gave the pegasus almost no time to catch his path. That was alright, the giant moron had plenty of time to get used to his new duties, Cero had been itching for a scribe for some time now. With the new alliances becoming more active he needed somebody to write down his every move didn't he? What better than to put this scrangly, winged thing to the task.

After-all Cero was not one for the sexual end of things concerning these ordeals.

They traveled through cave after cave, sometimes the turns were long and appeared endless, perhaps it was night time before they reached their destination. No one would know, nobody knew much of anything about the surface below the mountains ground. This was satisfactory to the King as he came to an opening draped with surprisingly virulent moss hanging in his way. The green plant-life was a shocking splash of color against the mundane tan, grey, and black back-drop of the caverns they'd passed through.

Cicero glanced once behind him to see that his prize was still following before pushing onward, ignoring the scrape of leaves against his withers.

Inside there were naturally molded rock-formations, one of them seemed to look much like a crooked horse-shoe and atop it were piles of random things. It ranged from supplies to what looked like white parchments, and those you might say, were in dire need of organizing. There were black stains mingling with the already dark shadows of the rocks, perhaps a history of ink-spills? Cicero went right to it and nosed his way into the cascade of papers and memento's, searching for something although he wasn't quite sure what. It took some time, tossing things here and there, grabbing stray quills with his teeth and chewing on them to assuage his rampant irritation as the King glanced frugally over his room. Finally a harrumph of victory escaped his full jaws and he moved forward to what looked like an over-hanging shelf. The ledge honestly looked about ready to drop off, like soft shale that had been plastered to the wall. But it held fast as the king raised the upper half of his body toward it, platter-like hooves resting tentatively against the wall as he reached his head over the side and rummaged for his goal.

When he dropped it was heavy and his bones shook with the impact, otherwise he was un-harmed as bright brown eyes twisted to face the golden horse.

"Here boy," He spat the scroll of paper to the ground and pawed as gently as he could at the beautiful golden band that held it, the ovular center was intricately wrought with insignia that not even Cero recognized. This was most definitely what he was looking for though. "Sign the bottom of this with one of your feathers, no 'buts' just do it." He pulled his lips shut and settled back to watch.


`Cicero the train-wreck
`Ooc; better, lol
`Inspired by nothing