[open] Come, Come and Listen

[Gemini]

Shadow-The Lamb
Let heaven roar and fire fall
Come shake the ground with the sound of revival
Let heaven roar and fire fall
Come shake the ground with the sound of revival

It was time for everything to be set in motion.

Slaves were packed in tight inside the holding pens where food and water were barely there and what was there was spoiled or dirty with mud. The Lamb's black coat shone in a sea of dust and dirt. He knew it was time, he sent up a prayer to the Gods to give him the strength he needed. The Lamb continued to walk through the pens until he came to a small rise that would just put his head and shoulders above even the taller horses. For a while he just stood there, authority emenating off of him.

Just that alone was enough for some to notice and stop what they were doing to wait and see what he would do. Some of the old slaves knew who he was already but a lot of the slaves in here were new to slavery unfortunately. After enough had stopped, the Lamb's deep voice boomed with authority yet love, "Come, come and listen to the words that the Gods want us to here. Come children, come. That even includes you guards and whoever nobility is here today." He shook his mane and swished his tail. It was time and it would be a glorious start to a few glorious years.

[masqurade]

Calirn

The Real Boogyman

| Gold Creme Champagne Tobiano | Age 7 | Forest of the Lost - King |

Large daggers dug into the ground as the massive brute made his way around the holding pens. The massive golden brute of Hanoverian and Paint breeding would stare within the pens that held the slaves, his attention focusing within them, until another's voice reached his auds. His blue eyes shifted, up towards the other that was speaking, a lift of brow and his creme colored forelock was falling over his right eye.

"Come, come and listen to the words that the Gods want us to here. Come children, come. That even includes you guards and whoever nobility is here today." His eyes held their narrowed look, he snorted softly and then looked back to the pens, perhaps a lovely auction will take place and he can get a piece of meat to put in one of his caves and bear him a child. He shook his head, his long mane falling on either side of his thick neck.

"Well, are you going to speak or just stand there?" He asked finally, his voice deep and rough lifted from deep within him. He would stare up at this brute, his huge cranium held up upon his thick neck. A back leg kicked angrily at a fly that had landed on his pristine hide, his creme tail flicking angrily as he waited, he wanted to find a piece of meat and be out of this dirty place.

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Tagged; Open | The Lamb
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