||= Little Puppet Boy //closed- Shady

[Black Thorns]

"I don't mean to alarm you, my dancing one. We shall speak no more of these if it upsets you. How about a little history then? You seem to be one who would be fantastic at telling stories. How did you come to be here, Sobrius? I'm sure it is an intriguing tale." Her voice was soft, low, soothing his frazzled nerves. Her gentle-seeming brown eyes focused on his, trying to coax the story out of him. Should he tell her? He ducked his head in apology, regret coursing through him for yelling at her.

Never yell at a lady, his mother scolded him, They are worth more than my little puppet. A lady should be treated as nothing but the highest of deities... Sobrius nodded slightly in recognition.

Good. Now, as to telling her... this one was different, male. His hands were rough, unkind, as Sobrius remembered.... he was the one who loved to hurt. The one who loved to hurt him. Sobrius lowered his head even further, the sparse grass being blown by his breath. Show him nothing more than respect and he won't hurt you... Right?

Respect them all. Worship them all. You are worth no more than the dirt beneath your hooves... Oh, and yes, go ahead and tell her. Tell her whatever you may...

Sobrius did not raise his head to speak, too frightened that he should do anything like his little fit. He didn't want to scare her, and he didn't want her to think that he was as good as her... he wasn't. He was nowhere near as good as her...

"Dancing, dancing, always dancing..." he began, his voice quiet, "They always like the dancing. It keeps them happy. So I dance. I danced as a foal and I dance now. They have always been there, see, they have always told me how to live... They tell me who should live, who should die, what I am worth... And I am worth far less than them, as they tell me, 'I am worth no more than the dirt under your hooves...' I was young, very young, when they told me that they didn't like someone. If they didn't like someone I had to take care of them... and so I did, and then I was not allowed to live in the valley where my herd lived anymore. I was banished, and the herd was told never to even utter my name or they were punished. I was dirt... And they rejoiced, glee from my misery. They demanded that I dance more, dance for them and let them do whatever they wish to me, let them choose what I do. Oh, how they hate me! Yet how they love me... and how they love me all smashed up! All love-colour red! THey won't let me show that I love them unless I let them smash me all up because little puppet boy is so pretty all smashed up! SO pretty!"

--behind the post--
Okay. Dood. she's gotta figure it out now. LOL

[lady shady]

Sheba

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"Dancing, dancing, always dancing...They always like the dancing. It keeps them happy. So I dance. I danced as a foal and I dance now. They have always been there, see, they have always told me how to live... They tell me who should live, who should die, what I am worth... And I am worth far less than them, as they tell me, 'I am worth no more than the dirt under your hooves...' I was young, very young, when they told me that they didn't like someone. If they didn't like someone I had to take care of them... and so I did, and then I was not allowed to live in the valley where my herd lived anymore. I was banished, and the herd was told never to even utter my name or they were punished. I was dirt... And they rejoiced, glee from my misery. They demanded that I dance more, dance for them and let them do whatever they wish to me, let them choose what I do. Oh, how they hate me! Yet how they love me... and how they love me all smashed up! All love-colour red! They won't let me show that I love them unless I let them smash me all up because little puppet boy is so pretty all smashed up! SO pretty!"

The stag was talking faster and faster, speaking in a rush, so quickly that by the time he finished, it was almost an incoherent babble. Babble. Sheba gave him one last critical look, decision made. Sobrius was insane. He had to be. What spirit would want to intentionally kill off his host in such a manner? She saw it now, in his wild eyes and tense stance, a fear so flimsy and yet so strong that it could only be self-induced. She gave the slightest shudder, turning it into a twitch at an invisible fly. His fear was irritating her. But she could use it. Play with him, twist him a little. Because. Because the stag before her was good enough for what she wanted of him. This one, she didn't want to just steal his heart so that she could throw it on the ground and watch it shatter into a million pieces. This one, she wanted for her own use. To make him do her bidding. His insane mind would make him crazy enough to do anything she asked of him without blinking. Even if it put his own life on the line.

She smiled internally, mind already turning, thinking about the things she would be able to ask of him. Things he would have to do for her. Things that she herself wouldn't be able to do with this foal weighting her down. Such a lovely long list of potential things...she must start small though. Gradually. Patience. Sheba slowed down her mind, bringing her attention back to the moment.

"I see." This she offered in response to Sobrius' story, allowing the tiniest bit of boredom to tinge her silky voice. Let him think her bored. Stags typically would pick up on it, and quickly try to recapture her attention with more information. It served as a 'tell me more' in a way, though it was much more subtle. Simply asking for more would be admitting to him that he had her attention. It would be admitting that his information held a little power for as long as he could hold on to it. And power was something she did not want this stag to think he had. He was to be her little serviteur, not an equal.

Suddenly, from within, she felt a shifting. She flicked her ears back, giving her tail a swish just in time to mask the fact that the foal had just kicked her, hard. Distraction. He mustn't see her secret. Secrets were for Sheba, not Sobrius. "Tell me, Sobrius," she cooed, forgetting to omit his name in her hurry, "tell me, do you do everything that these...these...they ask of you?Everything?"

She twisted her neck back so as to watch his reaction. Just how far could she push it with the subject before he broke? How would he react? If it was to be rage, that would be useful to know. She waited quietly beside him, ready to observe. Her conquest had begun.

--commentary--
I. Cannot. Think.
Sorry, sort of weird post, but at least she knows now.

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[Black Thorns]

"Why would I not?" he asked, confused at her question, "What one likes to be punished, tortured, if he does not do as he is told...?"

Play with the puppet strings don't let them snap

"And he- and he- and he- Oh and doesn't mother tell me do do all that the little mares think I should...?"

He took a deep breath, stepping closer to the ledge of the cliff and feeling land crumble under his hooves. "I am below them..." he whispered, gaze dropping to the death awaiting beneath. "Too low to even escape it all..."

Oh puppet, you tell such wonderful stories! You would never leave us...

Maybe he should leave! came another voice, low and furious.

Never! Never! some shouted in reply, Sobrius' face contorting in an attempt to keep from letting them pound a throbbing headache through his skull.

He stepped away from the ledge, but was careful not to move a millimeter closer to the mare. She didn't need him, no, no! He couldn't touch her! She had stayed and she was sacred. He couldn't let her get hurt.

Oh little puppet-boy, you know you must kill her.





OMG THAT'S SHORT.

[lady shady]

Sheba

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"Why would I not? What one likes to be punished, tortured, if he does not do as he is told...? And he- and he- and he- Oh and doesn't mother tell me do do all that the little mares think I should...?"

He began with real information useful information before drifting away from the question into barely audible muttering about mothers and mares. Should he what? Do what the little mares told him to do? Interesting. He stepped closer to the edge of the cliff as if daring her to take notice and stop him. She watched impassively. Perhaps he would teeter over the edge, perhaps he was crazy enough to actually do it. But what would her loss be? She didn't even know him. When he stepped back, she followed him with her gaze. Sheba had remained silent this whole time, but when she saw that he was looking at her once again, she spoke.

"You do know, dear Sobrius, that mother is always right. You must always do what mother tells you you should. After all--"here she stepped closer, running her white side down his as she stepped past him--"after all, mother knows you best."



--commentary--
idk, under the limit though
RUSTYYYYY

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[Black Thorns]

"You do know, dear Sobrius, that mother is always right. You must always do what mother tells you you should. After all," the mare murmured, voice soft and low and she pressed against him, walking past him, going away, away..."after all, mother knows you best."

Sobrius nodded quietly, turning back to the mare- careful, however to keep his head lower than hers. She was superior; he shan't forget it. He shuddered as he saw something move around her stomach, something he thought was another life. Couldn't be! Couldn't! Something, someone like her couldn't carry such a- a- an abomination inside of her! It had to have been him. Just him. But was she?

Oh little boy, just ask and she will tell!

"Why are you here?" he asked quietly, "And are you- are you-" he couldn't finish, instead pinning his ears and snorting into the ground.

You know what to do if she is.

[lady shady]

Sheba

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"Am I?" she repeated, voice suddenly deadly.

"Am I what, Sobrius?" she asked silkily, pressing up against his side. "I see your hesitation, but no matter, I shall answer you this once, though it is never a polite question to ask a lady. The answer is no. No, I am not."

"No matter what they tell you, it is a lie."she hissed. "There is nothing there. Nothing."

She twined around him once more, knowing he didn't like her touch. Running her muzzle across his pelt, she reminded him who was to be superior in this relationship. Her lips were velvety, but she let them part the tiniest bit to expose her teeth to his hide.

"Remember that."

--commentary--
SO SHORT o.O

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[Black Thorns]

Sobrius shrunk away from her sensual touch as he took a sharp intake of breath. She was angry... she was so angry with him! Oh how horrible he was! He craned his neck away from her as she ran her muzzle down his pelt.

Nothing was there, she said. Nothing was there. She had said so; and thus it must be true. She was respectable. She would not lie to him! Nevertheless he froze as he felt another kick as she moved around him.

"You lie!" he shouted, jumping away from her in fury. "You despicable thing! How could you let such an abomination exist! You- you-" he searched for a word but could not find it, instead shrieking in frustration.

"You MOTHER!"

[lady shady]

Sheba

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"They lie!" she screamed at him, snaking out her head and sinking her teeth into his neck. She was growing impatient with this one. She backed away, facing him, her eyes furious as she continued,

"What have they ever told you that was true, Sobrius? Tell me that! They lie, Sobrius, They lie!"

Sheba began to pace now, voice lowered, shaking with emotion.
"Oh Sobrius, if only you could see...but their hateful voices cloud your vision, proclaiming their love! You are better than that, Sobrius, much better, but you know what you are to them? Their little puppet boy, yes, a little toy for them to toss around at will. You don't need them, they need you! Oh, my friend, if only I could help you see. But perhaps it is too late for that now..."

And she turned and fled into the brush, body ghostly in the fading light.

--commentary--
I'm mad.
As for Sheba, blame it on mare hormones or something.
I suppose they'll either get really mad at her or he'll somehow believe her and become dependent. Or both. Idk, I just needed to type up a reply, so here.
xP

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