The Centaur's Captive (KaitouKid and E1Alpha)
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				Title: <strong>The Centaur's Captive (KaitouKid and E1Alpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KaitouKid</strong> on <strong>15-08-2015, 23:30:57</strong>
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				CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! The large brass bells in the watch towers clamored their alarm call, the warning for an attack, and during these days there was only one enemy that it could be, Centaurs. The streets of the village of Varius were soon flooded with women carrying or pulling along their children only small packs of some essential supplies and one or two valuables that they could not bare to part with. "Keep it orderly everyone, there is no room for panic here. Make your way to the secret path near the East gate the enemy is attacking from the west, try to keep the&nbsp; children as quiet as possible." Maeve the daughter of the Village's chief was standing near by keeping order, "Marta you cannot take that with you it is too heavy!" she snapped to one woman stubbornly trying to carry an effigy of her household goddess with her. "Leave it unless you want to be over taken, now get a move on!"<br><br><em><strong>Maeve:</strong></em><br>(http://media1.picsearch.com/is?JNc80ovy7WG3fz6sRFIEq6GA5_Nz4055ulqpxUeFIoE&amp;height=272)<br><br>Most of the women and children had cleared out at this point, Maeve scowled knowing that her father had ordered her to go with the trainee warriors&nbsp; and accompany and protect the women. She knew the young men going with them, they would not need her to help with protection they were all strong and capable warriors in their own right. Her father was trying to protect her again, and make her behave more like a lady. That was when a shriek caught her attention as a horn was blown signalling that the enemy had broken through the gates, "Maeve! Maeve! Please you must help me!" a woman panted as she collapsed into Mave's arms. <br><br>"Cassandra. what is the matter?" She frowned, Cassandra and her family should have left already... why was she here?<br><br>"It's Helena... sh-she wandered off while I was getting the boys ready to go. I can't find her anywhere! Please, Please you have to find her!" The woman was in tears now. Maeve knew what she had to do, and the fact that it helped her justify breaking her father's orders did not bother her in the slightest.<br><br>"Cassandra you must go and catch up with your family, I will find your little one don't fret." The woman hesitated only slightly before she turned and ran off. Maeve turned and&nbsp; hurried off to look for the missing child. The warriors should be able to hold off the&nbsp; Centaur forces for a short while but there was no guarantee that the child would be safe after that.But where would a little girl go at a time like this, all of the animals have been evacuated with the women, or else hidden away if they were noisy animals like chickens. She tightened her grip on the staff of her Naginata, a long pole arm with a thee inch razor sharp blade on the end, a very good weapon for facing down the half horse half human centaurs. Her mind raced, where could the child be? She could hear the sounds of combat not too far off, then she had a thought, the public square, there was a fountain and garden there. She turned South and raced off in that direction. She could hear hooves on the cobbled streets, she had to hurry, as she rounded the corner to the square she caught site of the child, she was six or so long dark waves braided down her back. As Maeve moved towards her the child caught sight of a butterfly and raced after it even as a centaur came around the other corner and the child tripped on an uneven cobble stone and fell right into the creatures path.<br><br>Maeve thought fast and raced forward at top speed as she reached the child the centaur was almost on top of them, she turned her naginata, the blunt end being the only end she could get up quickly enough, anchoring the blade she shielded the child with her own body and&nbsp; winced as she felt the but of her staff make&nbsp; contact with the centaur there was no telling where she had hit it though. She heard it trot off a short way she picked up the child, "Run and hide," She said firmly her face so stern that the child stopped crying at once and simply nodded racing off&nbsp; around the corner, Maeve stood pivoting to put herself between the centaur and the child. She was glad that today she had been wearing her training clothes when the bells sounded, a short white top ended just below her bosom, she wore a long leather vest and tight cotton pants that hugged her legs and hips along with well worn black leather boots, her leather gloves creaked slightly as she adjusted her grip on the pole arm in her hands, amethyst eyes narrowed at the creature before her. A female, that was rare in a battle like this, you almost always got the cocky, entitled males, their over confidence being their biggest weakness, this female was a big unknown though, she would have to be cautious. Her full coral lips curled up on one side in a crooked smile, at last, a challenge~ "I will give you one chance, centaur, to turn around and walk away. If not, then you will deal with me!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur's Captive (KaitouKid and E1Alpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>E1Alpha</strong> on <strong>16-08-2015, 01:06:47</strong>
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				Dust rose from the horizon. It was as if the sky darkened to announce the incoming disaster. Tattered banners rose up high, adorned with the dirt-stained skulls of humans, as the cacophony of stampeding hooves rumbled along, shaking the very earth.<br>However, the tide seemed to slow its advance at a fair distance from the walls of the village of Varius. A horde of centaurs, armored in a way that would describe true barbarians, with large and easily recognizable banners held up high in the front lines.<br>One particularly decorated centaur marched up to the front, intricate warpaint covering the parts of his body that were exposed, while the others sported crude and worn, but visilbly effective armor.<br>The man was gruff, like most centaur, his dirty, long black hair braided back along the rearside of his neck, stopping about halfway down his shoulders. He gazed at the distance village… and waited.<br><br>It didn’t take long, before the distant sound of alarm bells went off, which made the man grin. “Good. They have seen us. Now they can fight and die knowing that it was our unparalleled might that overran them. They should be honored to be trampled beneath our hooves!”<br>Next to him, a small, but definitely also imposing figure appeared. Notable was that she appeared more feminine. Her own black hair was pulled back in a long ponytail, reaching almost all the way down to her equine lower body. Her chest was covered barely by a crude breastplate over a roughly-made, leather jerkin. He stomach was completely exposed, as were her arms… However, armored plating once more began just above her hips, covering the area where her human body flows over into a horse body. This armored plating continued on down along her lower side, as was the case with most centaur this day.<br>The hooked spear in her hand was decorated with three ripped cloth strips, seemingly torn from flags and tied around the shaft of her spear like trophies.<br>The female centaur, while not looking like one to have mercy, still have surprisingly soft facial features. The only thing that blemished her face, was an intricate pattern of war paint, spread down along the rest of her human body aswell.<br><br>“Why do you give them time to be alerted to our assault? Had we charged full-on… We would have been able to take them by surprise.” The man next to her grinned. “Pfah! I’m sorry, Hoeka, but as skillful of a warrior you may be, you are not quite the accomplished general you wish to be. Your father has much to learn you still.” The girl huffed, one of her rear hooves, scraping over the ground in annoyance. “My father is hardly even acknowledging me. It was only after beating my brothers in a duel TWICE, that he agreed to let me train.”<br>“Perhaps… But so far, all you managed to do was clean up after most of us did the heavy work. Let’s see your kill tally after today. Though I do not expect much from it…”<br><br>Before Hoeka, daughter of one of the most successful centaur conquerors could form a response, the centaur next to her took in a deep breath, before shouting out. “Banner bearers! Sound the warhorns!”<br>With only a second of delay after his command, a rumbling and low horn rang out across the landscape, mixing with the sound of the alarm bells. In quick succession, more horns sounded, followed by warcries that have before spelled nothing but death and destruction in human lands.<br>Rearing back on his hindlegs, the man called out. “Leave none standing! CHAAAARGE!”<br><br>The centaur approach, the breaking through the gates through sheer force and the horde of quad-legged warriors pouring into the village all happened within mere minutes.<br>While brutal and barbaric in nature, one could not question the centaur were foes to be feared, trampling almost any defense beneath them.<br>Only minutes after the centaurs broke through the gates, the loss ratio on both sides was atleast 5 humans per slain centaurs, and that was for the unlucky centaurs. Even those that were slain would sometimes use their last breath to crush their killer beneath the sheer weight of their body.<br>Warrior or villager. Man or woman. Young or old. None was spared, as none never was. While the initial files of centaur came equipped with spears and polearms, many came charging in carrying lit torches, running along the houses as they grab rocks, coated in a highly flammable fabric, lit it ablaze and threw it inside the buildings. This quickly began to turn the village into a hellfire, either burning hiding villagers alive, and smoking them out only to be caught in the centaur stampede.<br><br>Hoeka was amongst the front lines, and while she wasn’t the only female centaur running along with the army, she was one of the very few that ran in the front lines. But indeed… Her kill tally was not impressive compared to her brethren. So far, only a few unlucky guards met their end on her spear.<br>She was tired of this. But this village was fairly large, thus, she still had a chance to cause more havoc. With the gaze of her superior no longer latched onto her, she rushed off between the alleys, mercilessly trampling over a man that sought to scamper to safety, dragging the hook of her spear along the man’s body to slice him open and leave him for dead.<br><br>Racing out of the alley, she turned a corner. She had left most of the heavy fighting behind… But the streets were devoid of most life. Seems like this village had time to evacuate most people. It was not uncommon for separate centaur parties to circle the village at a distance and slaughter anyone fleeing, but today, there were none of those… Mostly because the man with whom she spoke before wanted to show the true overwhelming might of the centaurs, and demanding every soldier under his command to join the main assault.<br><br>Whatever! It’s not like that mattered to her, she had to prove her worth. She was done being the pitiable daughter of a high-ranked centaur. No, she wanted to be respected in her own right.<br>As her hooves slammed onto the cobblestone, almost shattering it, she glanced around the abandoned market square she was rushing onto. No guards here it seemed… And with most of the population evacuated, it seemed her luck of finding prey was starting to run dry.<br><br>Hoeka blinked and let out a gasp as out of nowhere, a human child appeared in her path. Crap! There was no way she could steer clear! She had no problem killing… But a child! Her superiors would call her out on it, but none of them near, she had no reason to kill her. However, there was no stopping her now. Were she to slow down, then the uneven cobblestones underneath her hooves would send her crashing into the ground, which she could not afford.<br><br>She didn’t even have a chance to try anything, though, as suddenly, she felt herself slamming onto a stick of sorts. A very sturdy one. Her armor plating protected her from spears, but her sheer force with which she was charging, sent her crashing towards the side as the stick deviated her route, sending her straight into a wall.<br>For a moment, Hoeka’s vision was blurred with the white of slamming into something full force, as well as dust whipping up as she managed to keep herself standing, snarling as she tried to focus her gaze again.<br><br>By the time her vision returned, she turned her attention to where the child was. But she was gone… A bit further however, she could see someone… A woman… Naturally, she was wielding a polearm of sorts… So atleast she was one that was prepared to face her kind. She could barely notice a glimpse of the child rushing off behind a corner.<br>The logical conclusion was only one thing… This woman was the one that deviated her charge. As compared to a child, this would make a fine kill indeed. However, unlike most female women she found, this one did not fear her… Not visibly atleast. She was smirking, and even more surprising, was the threat coming from her lips, following by a challenge.<br><br>Hoeka narrowed her eyes, her hooves tapping on the cobblestone as stepped a bit to the side, to make sure the fountain was nowhere in her way. “Well… This is new… Most women of your kind would be running in fear… Considering yourself honored, human, for you have impressed.” She smirked, actually being quite satisfied with finding herself a kindred spirit, even though she was only a mere human.<br>“The fool I would be to not accept this challenge! Rejoice! For your blood shall be honored in being spilled by my hand!” She grinned. While she usually wasn’t one to be for all-talk, she did admit, it felt good to bring up some good old centaur bravado!<br><br>Whatever the case was! This woman was not an enemy that could not be allowed to walk away! Rearing up on her hindlegs, Hoeka rose her spear. “Hyaaaah!” Her cry echoed out, while not as intimidating as the males of her kind, it was still thundering in its own right.<br>And as soon as her front legs connected to the ground again, she charged forward, holding her spear in one hand as she prepared to lunge forward at her prey, while her hand rested on the hilt of her blade, dangling above her hip.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur's Captive (KaitouKid and E1Alpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KaitouKid</strong> on <strong>16-08-2015, 02:18:51</strong>
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				Maeve knew that she shouldn't be glad that the centauress had accepted her challenge, but it had been so long since she had been allowed to fight any one but her father's men, and she had been forced to beat them free of their habit of going easy on her, after all would they hesitate to give all their strength in fighting a female enemy? Not if they wanted to live. "hmph I am surprised I thought you brood mares usually stayed at the back of the charge." she sneered, equal to the trash talk that the centaur offered her. The rear did not intimidate her much, she grew up around horses, riding horses and the large draft horses used for farm work, she knew her attention should remain on the weapon being brought against her. In a split second as the centauress began her charge she noted that she held her spear one handed, using her fore arm to brace the staff. The second hand at her sword hilt might have been missed by most but not by Maeve. So even if she deflected she had to be ready for a back attack from either the spear or the sword, good to know. <br><br>Settling into a solid stance she braced herself for the attack even as the her opponent charged, she knew that the centaur was stronger than her even with all of her extra training, which showed in her&nbsp; muscular cat like build, but she shifted her grip bracing the naginata with her forearm she had a long sword also had her waist, the pommel decorated with an intricate engraving and several small sapphires. It seemed that the spear was coming in first, putting her strength into it, she swept the spear aside, mindful that the hook did not catch the shaft of her pole arm, in a flash she had her sword out and clashing with the long sword of her opponent, "clever of you," she said not out of breath yet as she skipped back away from her opponent, not giving her a chance to bare down on Maeve with her full weight, her foot work was light, dance like as she bounced back on the balls of her feet and began to circle the centaur sword in one hand, reafirming her grip on the naginata with the other. "Not bad for a first attack, you <em>almost</em> had me worried." she grinned.
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				Post by: <strong>E1Alpha</strong> on <strong>16-08-2015, 11:39:40</strong>
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				Hoeka cursed audibly as her spear ground along the edge of her opponent’s naginata. The hook on her spear just missing the chance to latch on to her weapon. However, she was prepared for that, as her sword was rapidly produced, only to find metal meeting metal again. This girl also carried a sword and seemed to have expected her attack.<br>As per usual, Hoeka’s charge kept on going a bit further, creating more distance between the two of them again as she pulled to a halt, before turning herself to look at her opponent.<br><br>This girl was skilled, no doubt. Trained to deal with centaurs in specific. She seemed smart enough to avoid facing the blunt strength of a centaur, a mistake that many humans made… And her attacks were perfect counters to her own, which were usual centaur methods.<br><br>The girl’s&nbsp; somewhat mocking praise, but praise nonetheless, had not gone unnoticed, and Hoeka couldn’t help but smirk in response, spinning her sword in her hand once, before sliding it back into its sheath. “I could say the same to you, human. Many of your kind are foolish in thinking they can match the brute force of our kind.” However, she had not forgotten the previous mocking words. Like so many males of her kind, this human even saw her as nothing more than back-up and a breeding machine. Quite infuriating to say the least.<br>With a smirk, she placed the hooked end of her spear on her horseback, holding her weapon close to the actual spearhead, while placing her hand on the handle of her sword again. “Perhaps your technique could have even slain many a centaur warrior… However…” She grinned, her hooves clattering again as she charged forward. “Allow me to show you how outclassed you really are!”<br><br>Her eyes were focused on the girl. If the girl rushed to the left, Hoeka steered in that direction aswell. Same went for the right. She wasn’t going to let her slip away. She wasn’t even all that close yet, when suddenly, the hand on her sword hilt shifted, sliding beyond the sword and suddenly yanking forth a pair of heavy balls, held together with a single, strong chord. A pair of bolas. The immobilizing weapon&nbsp; soared through the air, aimed to latch onto the girl’s legs and wrap them together.<br>Hoeka would be right behind her bolas, spinning her spear around to bring the large, hook end of it to bear and sought to grasp and yank the girl’s naginata out of her hold, while also holding the length of her spear between the two of her to block any attacks from the girl’s sword.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur's Captive (KaitouKid and E1Alpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KaitouKid</strong> on <strong>16-08-2015, 18:24:09</strong>
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				Maeve knew that with the adjustment of how she held her spear it would be harder to avoid losing her weapon, so she attempted to dodge to the left only to have the centaur adjust to follow her movement. her eyes widened as the centaur revealed the bolas she cursed as they were sent flying, she couldn't avoid them at this point, she shifted her weight thought, so that she could fall on her back still able to attempt a defense.&nbsp; She tried to keep a hold of the shaft of her Naginata but the centauress was too strong, she yanked out her sword only to be met with the other end of the spear, "gods damn it!" she hissed as her arms burned from the weight bearing down on her only remaining weapon from the spear above her. The air was full of smoke now as well, "Burning the village? very original," she panted slightly as she tried to think a way out of this situation, "Are you proud of yourselves?" Her arms burned and ached, damn these centaurs! what had her village ever done to them to deserve this!? this was all her people had, and while they could be considered well off as far as villages went, with everything going up in smoke they would be hard pressed to rebuild, not to mention the lives that would be lost this day.&nbsp; Her sword fell from her hands clattering against the cobble stones as she was finally, completely over powered. Her violet eyes narrowed stubbornly as she glared up at the centaur and lay her arms at her sides, she might be staring her death in the face but there was no&nbsp; way in Hades she was giving this creature the satisfaction of hearing her beg for her life, "Go ahead and kill me then."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur's Captive (KaitouKid and E1Alpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>E1Alpha</strong> on <strong>17-08-2015, 23:43:45</strong>
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				It was over in a matter of seconds. The girl, still defiant and feisty, was now down on the ground. Her naginata has been tossed aside, her sword had found itself blocked against Hoeka’s spear and the centaur’s blade was soon aimed at the girl’s face. However… While killing this woman would be an achievement, none of her brethren would believe it to be. They would describe it as her just killing a housewife that succeeded in finding a weapon. This act still wouldn’t get her the respect of a soldier, which she so desired.<br><br>However, there was another thing. While the centaur would often slay indiscriminately, it was not unheard of them taking prisoners. These prisoners, most of the time women, would often be of noble descent of some kind, making them a living trophy. Any general had trophies. Even Hoeka had some herself. The colored strips of fabric wrapped around her spear, taking from the flags of destroyed villages, were her proof of combat. However… When compared to the trophies that many of the other centaurs, including her own father, carried along, they were a rather sad display.<br>But now… A woman, still possessing her share of beauty, but also lacking skill in martial arts. That was a trophy Hoeka could be proud of.<br><br>With a quick sleight of hand, she slammed her sword into her opponent’s, in order to knock it away, before planting a hoof down on the girl’s chest. Reaching onto the strapped pack attached to her horsebody, she produced a typical hunter’s net. These nets were specially crafted by centaurs for the hunt of large prey. With single flick of her wrist, she threw the net down onto the girl, as it wrapped tightly around her, the metallic ends of the net meeting eachother and sticking to eachother like magnets.<br>Once the net was in place, Hoeka hooked the rearend of her staff into the net and almost effortlessly heaved the net and its prisoner onto her horseback. After then proceded to sheath her sword, put away her opponent’s sword and carrying along her naginata, her attention turned&nbsp; to the center of town, where a warhorn was blown. Victory was declared.<br><br>“Your kind is foolish, human.” She finally spoke up, while her eyes peered up at the billowing smoke. “You believe yourselves able to live in a world without anything happening. Pathetic…” She scoffed, before trotting off towards the point where they breached the village, as more centaur arsonists rushed into the village, burning the village to the ground without even caring what the houses could contain. Any surviving soldiers were swiftly executed. This counted for most surviving villagers too, but some were latched into similar nets as Maeve, others were just forcefully pulled along. The latter likely wouldn’t survive for very long.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>KaitouKid</strong> on <strong>22-08-2015, 20:18:15</strong>
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				Maeve struggled against the net of course, she growled like a wild thing, "Let me go!" She shrieked, she had expected death of course not this, was the centaur going to draw it out? or perhaps torture her for the whereabouts of the remaining villagers? Anyone with half their senses would know that there was no way those present were the whole population of the town.<br><br>"I am pathetic? When your kind blindly wage war and attack those who never did anything to warrant such aggression! And for what? Trinkets? Riches? Or is it just that you are so blood thirsty that you must constantly spill it to satiate your own depraved minds!" She shot back, not so enraged that she would let this centauress insult her race with out defence. After this she fell silent she would not give the centaur the satisfaction of drawing her into a verbal match. She did continue to struggle as violently as she could against the net seeking some small weakness she could exploit to escape. She froze however as they reached the gate seeing the few remaining soldiers there, held at the ends of bows or with knives to their throats the centaur warriors behind them. She closed her eyes and looked away as the final blows were stuck, shuddering at the wet sound of blood striking the paving stones. Maeve knew all of those men, trained with them, she was close friends with them, they were her comrades .... and now they were all dead... and what of her father who had led their forces.... was he also dead... had these monsters killed him as well? And had he died fighting or had he been ritualistically slaughtered like these poor souls. Most of the women who were in nets like the one that bound her, were either silent or weeping... Maeve prayed that the child she had saved had managed to escape... that she did not lie dead somewhere in the streets... or trapped in one of the burning buildings.... some of the homes had underground shafts, well hidden beneath thick floors to avoid hollow sounding spots, and they should have been completely undetectable even by the centaurs as it was not a common practice they should not think to check for them either .... If the child had made it down there, she would be safe from the flames, and everything else, at least until the others returned....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur's Captive (KaitouKid and E1Alpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>E1Alpha</strong> on <strong>25-08-2015, 11:42:20</strong>
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				Hoeka seemed to share Maeva’s sentiment about not feeling up to some verbal fighting. With the girl in her possession now, she trotted up to the centaur leading the assault. The massive, male entity peered down at Hoeka, his eyes narrowing, before his laughter burst out. “What is this, princess? Did you bring me an offering? Atleast it appears you are aware of whom are your superiors! She does look like a tasty morsel for as long as she’ll last.”<br><br>Hoeka scoffed annoyed, stomping one of her hooves down. “Keep on dreaming! I have no reason to give you any offerings. She is my trophy.”<br>The centaur leader blinked at that, before chuckling. “What’s this now? Didn’t you always just take little strips from the flags of conquered villages and put them around your spear? What use do you have for a woman anyways? You’re a woman yourself.”<br><br>Clicking her tongue frustrated, she glanced back at Maeva, before shrugging. “She put up a surprising fight for being a housewife. I’ll find a use for her.” The centaur once more chuckled out, but luckily for Hoeka, his attention was drawn as two more centaurs brought up a struggling elderly farmer. “Ah! Another one that thought he could hide!” Without even a second thought, the hulking centaur marched up to the elder man, kicking him down on the ground and promptly crushing the man’s skull beneath one of his hooves. “Not even worth to stain my blade! Coward!”<br><br>Hoeka just sighed annoyed, trotting off towards the breach in the village walls, making her way over to the retreating centaur ranks. The rest would stay behind to wipe the remains of the village of the earth.<br>She actually let the bound Maeva rest on her horseback, as the trek itself seemed to take atleast a good two hours or so.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centaur's Captive (KaitouKid and E1Alpha)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KaitouKid</strong> on <strong>02-01-2016, 01:30:39</strong>
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				Maeve bared her teeth in a snarl at the male centaurs, god they were disgusting, capturing women for no other reason than they could, what the hell were there female centaurs for? She glared through the net at the commander with eyes that burned with the threat of harm and death if he lay so much as a finger on her. She would bite it off! She was a little surprised by her captors behaviour though, she had though that Centaurs respected rank.But it seemed that this female had some rank over even the commander, he had called her princess, was that not just a derogatory nickname? Then again Maeve had never seen another female centaur fighting with their forces. She was so deep in thought that she let the House Wife comment go, through she was no ones wife, she certainly wasn't going to get the chance to be one now it seemed... For whatever purpose this centaur seemed determined to keep her.<br><br>She came out of her revery as the farmer was brought up though, her eyes widened, she didn't know him but she knew what the centaurs would do to him she closed her eyes and looked away,&nbsp; as brave as she was Maeve couldn't bring herself to watch that... She fought to hold down bile as she heard the sickening wet crunching, managing to keep from being sick. She barely moved while Hoeka bound her wrists and ankles before setting her up on her back... her eyes dark and distant as she replayed the scene... the farmer had done nothing but try to survive the only way he knew how... he was not strong enough to fight... What would anyone expect him to do? But they thought him a coward? And how was it any more noble or brave to strike down an elderly and unarmed opponent? She felt her own body tremble, threatening to give into tears, her vision blurred slightly. Maeve blinked rapid and didn't cry despite the soft crying and sobbing she heard from the few other women among the ranks of the centaurs. She clenched her fists until her nails bit into her palms and glared at the male centaurs who dared to look at her, making sure they knew that if they planned anything that she had a venomous spirit.
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