“If you don’t stop making a fuss I will stick a bullet right through your head, you hear me?”
Those were the words that silenced the enraged stallion that just seconds ago was bucking around wildly in a mad attempt to escape his captors. The centaur stood well over 6 feet tall, not including the majority of his human half that was quite higher up than most people in the barn. His fur was a nice shade of dark gray that faded out to white as it reached his black hooves hidden but thick white fetlock feathers. The horse body of the man was quite impressive, thick muscles were well defined from front to back. His human half was no less stellar. He had the same wavering colors on his skin as he did with the rest of his body. His carved muscles and almost Adonis like figurine complimented by the ray skin that turned white towards his fingers as well as his hair which was as white as the tuffs of fur on his feet. The hair fell past his chiseled jawline and broad shoulders, making up for what would naturally be the mane of the horse by falling just a little over his horse back. This body was currently being tied down in restraints, garnished by a black semi-quarter saddle made specifically show-offy with gems of various shades of dark blue. To match the saddle, his hair was braided and tied neatly with a dark ribbon to give him a less mangled-looking appearance.
Dark blue eyes grazed over the room, glaring over at everyone as they pushed, pulled, and rudely shoved hands where they weren’t needed at all in order to “prepare” him for what looked to be a show-case of some sort. He was decorated with new horseshoes, which hurt like a bitch, and every bit of him was scrubbed clean and trimmed down as if he was about to be put on a store line for some little girls toy pony collection. He felt emasculated, humiliated, and enraged that he fell under the tricks of these humans. He used to be a free stallion, and now here he was… waiting to be some rotten human’s play-thing. A more finely dressed man, the person who had bought him, looked around at his fellow workers with a satisfied look.
“This should be good enough to present. Just remember the bow and to chain him down so he doesn’t run off before my precious sons sees him,” the man ordered, handing over a large black bow to one of them. Then he left the barn and the workers quickly finished up, locking him down by the hooves and sticking the big bow on the top of the saddle. After double-checking everything, the workers soon left, leaving the horse waiting for whomever this “son” was. Eyre looked around the barn which actually wasn’t empty. Some average horses were each in their own stables, looking at the man with disinterest or eating away at some hay left out for them. He sneered, looking down at the chains, feebly attempting to see if he could move any. He could bring his hoof about three or four inches from the ground before a hard yank was made as the chain couldn’t lift any higher. With a groan, Eyre could do nothing but wait there helplessly, but given the chance he wasn’t going to play easy to get.
Those were the words that silenced the enraged stallion that just seconds ago was bucking around wildly in a mad attempt to escape his captors. The centaur stood well over 6 feet tall, not including the majority of his human half that was quite higher up than most people in the barn. His fur was a nice shade of dark gray that faded out to white as it reached his black hooves hidden but thick white fetlock feathers. The horse body of the man was quite impressive, thick muscles were well defined from front to back. His human half was no less stellar. He had the same wavering colors on his skin as he did with the rest of his body. His carved muscles and almost Adonis like figurine complimented by the ray skin that turned white towards his fingers as well as his hair which was as white as the tuffs of fur on his feet. The hair fell past his chiseled jawline and broad shoulders, making up for what would naturally be the mane of the horse by falling just a little over his horse back. This body was currently being tied down in restraints, garnished by a black semi-quarter saddle made specifically show-offy with gems of various shades of dark blue. To match the saddle, his hair was braided and tied neatly with a dark ribbon to give him a less mangled-looking appearance.
Dark blue eyes grazed over the room, glaring over at everyone as they pushed, pulled, and rudely shoved hands where they weren’t needed at all in order to “prepare” him for what looked to be a show-case of some sort. He was decorated with new horseshoes, which hurt like a bitch, and every bit of him was scrubbed clean and trimmed down as if he was about to be put on a store line for some little girls toy pony collection. He felt emasculated, humiliated, and enraged that he fell under the tricks of these humans. He used to be a free stallion, and now here he was… waiting to be some rotten human’s play-thing. A more finely dressed man, the person who had bought him, looked around at his fellow workers with a satisfied look.
“This should be good enough to present. Just remember the bow and to chain him down so he doesn’t run off before my precious sons sees him,” the man ordered, handing over a large black bow to one of them. Then he left the barn and the workers quickly finished up, locking him down by the hooves and sticking the big bow on the top of the saddle. After double-checking everything, the workers soon left, leaving the horse waiting for whomever this “son” was. Eyre looked around the barn which actually wasn’t empty. Some average horses were each in their own stables, looking at the man with disinterest or eating away at some hay left out for them. He sneered, looking down at the chains, feebly attempting to see if he could move any. He could bring his hoof about three or four inches from the ground before a hard yank was made as the chain couldn’t lift any higher. With a groan, Eyre could do nothing but wait there helplessly, but given the chance he wasn’t going to play easy to get.