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Shaded Fullbody 4 AP
Full Background 2 AP

3 AP

5 CS

2.5 FVR
BASED ON POST: *Morrison Post
When the door opened again, and the chevalier entered, Algren shot to attention. His heart tightened for a second, as the stallions eyes gazed over him. But he chose the mother mare. As words were exchanged among the others, Algren's eyes focused on the opening between the chevalier and the door way. Could he fit through there? But the short thought had gone as quick at it had come. Algren lowered his head again, watching the legs of the grieving mare pass him by, and listening to the door falling shut. So it had started. They would be picked, one by one, to be marked down as slaves.

The roan colt was still trying to figure out the reason behind all this... This still seemed unfair, and unnecessary, Algren thought bitterly. Something must have happened. Perhaps it weren't vindicators, perhaps it had been slaves. Slaves that disobeyed, went out of bound. Then it hit him. Slaves that had escaped? It was a rare happening, but certainly not unheard of. Unlike Algren, there were many slaves that didn't like their position, and wanted a live of freedom. Many would try, but only few would succeed. Perhaps these slaves had succeeded. Escaped slaves were hard to track down among the common crowds of Hireath, but a marked one... Algren thought, his brow lowering. They had ruined it for the rest of them. Because THEY had to disobey, everyone else would have to pay!

Algren's face had a serious expression, his body not speaking any words. But inside...inside a fire roared with anger. Completely overpowering any other emotions. His heart tight and his stomach turned. The colt felt himself shaking, in the very ends of his hoofs. Even if he wasn't a 100% certain of his theory, it made the most sense now. And it was unfair! He suddenly thought of Illidis, his house mate. He too would be branded, a new scar to add to his collection. Algren closed his eyes, the sounds around him completely drowned out. Master Luciano... He would be furious. Not at him, or the chevaliers, but at whomever decided on this. Which rich, snobby, person of the royal council had come up with this idea, and whoever agreed on it!

Algren head shot up as he was called. He hadn't even realized the chevalier had returned, with the mare in tow. She passed them all, back into the dim room, but her shoulder that was probably marked, faced away from Algren, and so he couldn't see. But the smell was certainly there. The roan colt, took a hesitant step...before following the valiant stallion. Fear was crawling down his spine, but anger raged in his belly. How could they do this. Did this chevalier not think anything of it? The colt thought wild as he quietly followed the stallion down the corridor, and into a room. The smell of hot iron and burnt hair hung in the air. Algren seemingly calm, walked further inside. The other chevaliers present, took hold of him to keep him put. His eyes were forward, not wanting to acknowledge the situation. "You can't do this." He whispered under his breath. "I don't belong to the city... I belong to Master Luciano." His voice rose. "He will not be pleased with this." He didn't speak to himself, or the chevaliers. He spoke to Valore, to the royal council and household. It was all he could say, tough, because there was nothing he could do. He knew it wouldn't change a thing...

*Morrison heard the colt mumble. “The order to brand has come from the palace. Your master answers to the palace, regardless of what rank they hold,” he looked down at the colt with a harsh gaze. “And what the palace says is law.” He adjusted the branding iron in his telekinetic grasp, “Now, hold still.”

"Hold still." He heard someone say. A pressure was applied to his shoulder, and soon a searing heat followed. The smell of burnt hair and meat thickened the air, and Algren couldn't help but let out a struggled groan in pain, as his teeth were clamped down hard on his bit. The pain faintly subsided as the iron was removed and the colt instinctively lifted his leg. He let out a breath he'd been holding. It doused the fire within him. Both the anger and fear was gone now. He was defeated...

He calmly followed the chevalier once again, head low, jaw tight. The brand didn't hurt as much, to his relief, but it gave a annoying, humming pain non the less. Every time he took a step, moving his muscles, it washed over him. They finally made it back to the cel.

*The colt took surprisingly well to the brand. “You did well, boy,” Morrison told the colt before he swung the door open to the room.

For that short moment, Algren looked down the hallway as the chevalier made to open the door. He could make a run for it. Slip trough the alleyways like a rushing mountain creek. He could be swift ans slippery if he wanted too. Images of himself running thought the dark alleyways outside, back towards his home, ran through his mind. He knew exactly which paths to take, to make sure not to run into anyone. As long as he could reach the house, he'd be save... The fantasies lasted for only a split second, as he obediently walked back into the dim room. His eyes low, locking his jaw over and over to deal with the annoying pulsating pain of his brand. He calmly made his way back to his spot, backing up into the wall, and continued his focus on the small crack in the stone floor.
Poor bibi ;^;

My Al is now offcially slave marked, and can never be free again! D: Lucky for him, he lives for a good master c: The brand kinda hurst tho!
Wasn't really planning to do a Chapter piece fo him, but I wanted that bonus cash >3< Plus, this is kinda a big deal for character defelopment! Needed to pin point this down somewere!
Art & Al - Cat-Orb
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Description

Shaded Fullbody 4 AP
Full Background 2 AP

3 AP

5 CS

2.5 FVR
BASED ON POST: *Morrison Post
When the door opened again, and the chevalier entered, Algren shot to attention. His heart tightened for a second, as the stallions eyes gazed over him. But he chose the mother mare. As words were exchanged among the others, Algren's eyes focused on the opening between the chevalier and the door way. Could he fit through there? But the short thought had gone as quick at it had come. Algren lowered his head again, watching the legs of the grieving mare pass him by, and listening to the door falling shut. So it had started. They would be picked, one by one, to be marked down as slaves.

The roan colt was still trying to figure out the reason behind all this... This still seemed unfair, and unnecessary, Algren thought bitterly. Something must have happened. Perhaps it weren't vindicators, perhaps it had been slaves. Slaves that disobeyed, went out of bound. Then it hit him. Slaves that had escaped? It was a rare happening, but certainly not unheard of. Unlike Algren, there were many slaves that didn't like their position, and wanted a live of freedom. Many would try, but only few would succeed. Perhaps these slaves had succeeded. Escaped slaves were hard to track down among the common crowds of Hireath, but a marked one... Algren thought, his brow lowering. They had ruined it for the rest of them. Because THEY had to disobey, everyone else would have to pay!

Algren's face had a serious expression, his body not speaking any words. But inside...inside a fire roared with anger. Completely overpowering any other emotions. His heart tight and his stomach turned. The colt felt himself shaking, in the very ends of his hoofs. Even if he wasn't a 100% certain of his theory, it made the most sense now. And it was unfair! He suddenly thought of Illidis, his house mate. He too would be branded, a new scar to add to his collection. Algren closed his eyes, the sounds around him completely drowned out. Master Luciano... He would be furious. Not at him, or the chevaliers, but at whomever decided on this. Which rich, snobby, person of the royal council had come up with this idea, and whoever agreed on it!

Algren head shot up as he was called. He hadn't even realized the chevalier had returned, with the mare in tow. She passed them all, back into the dim room, but her shoulder that was probably marked, faced away from Algren, and so he couldn't see. But the smell was certainly there. The roan colt, took a hesitant step...before following the valiant stallion. Fear was crawling down his spine, but anger raged in his belly. How could they do this. Did this chevalier not think anything of it? The colt thought wild as he quietly followed the stallion down the corridor, and into a room. The smell of hot iron and burnt hair hung in the air. Algren seemingly calm, walked further inside. The other chevaliers present, took hold of him to keep him put. His eyes were forward, not wanting to acknowledge the situation. "You can't do this." He whispered under his breath. "I don't belong to the city... I belong to Master Luciano." His voice rose. "He will not be pleased with this." He didn't speak to himself, or the chevaliers. He spoke to Valore, to the royal council and household. It was all he could say, tough, because there was nothing he could do. He knew it wouldn't change a thing...

*Morrison heard the colt mumble. “The order to brand has come from the palace. Your master answers to the palace, regardless of what rank they hold,” he looked down at the colt with a harsh gaze. “And what the palace says is law.” He adjusted the branding iron in his telekinetic grasp, “Now, hold still.”

"Hold still." He heard someone say. A pressure was applied to his shoulder, and soon a searing heat followed. The smell of burnt hair and meat thickened the air, and Algren couldn't help but let out a struggled groan in pain, as his teeth were clamped down hard on his bit. The pain faintly subsided as the iron was removed and the colt instinctively lifted his leg. He let out a breath he'd been holding. It doused the fire within him. Both the anger and fear was gone now. He was defeated...

He calmly followed the chevalier once again, head low, jaw tight. The brand didn't hurt as much, to his relief, but it gave a annoying, humming pain non the less. Every time he took a step, moving his muscles, it washed over him. They finally made it back to the cel.

*The colt took surprisingly well to the brand. “You did well, boy,” Morrison told the colt before he swung the door open to the room.

For that short moment, Algren looked down the hallway as the chevalier made to open the door. He could make a run for it. Slip trough the alleyways like a rushing mountain creek. He could be swift ans slippery if he wanted too. Images of himself running thought the dark alleyways outside, back towards his home, ran through his mind. He knew exactly which paths to take, to make sure not to run into anyone. As long as he could reach the house, he'd be save... The fantasies lasted for only a split second, as he obediently walked back into the dim room. His eyes low, locking his jaw over and over to deal with the annoying pulsating pain of his brand. He calmly made his way back to his spot, backing up into the wall, and continued his focus on the small crack in the stone floor.
Poor bibi ;^;

My Al is now offcially slave marked, and can never be free again! D: Lucky for him, he lives for a good master c: The brand kinda hurst tho!
Wasn't really planning to do a Chapter piece fo him, but I wanted that bonus cash >3< Plus, this is kinda a big deal for character defelopment! Needed to pin point this down somewere!
Art & Al - Cat-Orb
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