☼ Corral

@☼ Baekhyun /bites my lip then hastily nods in agreement/
I'll be investing in new guards as soon as possible then dear
/chuckles and ruffles your hair soon perking up/

/grunts puffing my chest at the poke to lessen the little damage there/
damnit killjoy you're no fun
/flinches at the statement, scrunching up my nose/
C'mon... I do NOT need to be breaking out in hives anytime soon

/snorts merely rolling my eyes over everything and shakes my head before sighing/
/just got there myself and started saddling my horse, not sure which one you'd pick but got a blanket and saddle out for you anyways at least then/
/starts petting at her mane affectionately then purses my lips realizing I still haven't named my horse then wonders if I even should due to how easily we can be attacked or creatures can die from the heat out here/

@☼ Hamin Sandara was smug. She'd won and she loved the look on Hamin's face.

"Hey," she . "This was your idea."

As they walked towards the tents, Hamin's voice suddenly became serious, warning her about the men in the bar. Sandara tensed up. She didn't really like thinking about work when she was home. That was separate, that was her job, what she had to do. Sure, she enjoyed it. Not the dancing, not the sleazy men. The power, mocking the customers. That's what she enjoyed.

But, out in the desert, that didn't mean anything. Out here, lives were carefree and she could forget about the town and the thirsty men.

"I know how to protect myself," Sandara muttered, just loud enough for Hamin to hear her. She was her own protective mechanism; beyond the rules of the bar that never allowed her to be alone with a customer.

But she was thankful for Hamin's concern. She knew he'd protect her in a heartbeat.

But she was her own hero.

She was beautiful, alluring, dangerous.

That was what she told herself every morning. She actually believed it after telling herself that enough times.

The Celebration Tent was just in sight. Sandara grinned, an idea coming to her.

"Oh, you're going to enjoy this one."

((Part 1~ I will continue at the Celebration Tent))

@☼ Dara ”Iyaaah come on moon knight ” He shouted, the faster and faster they went. It was so close, but then, dara with just a small difference arrived to the corral first. The boy stopped his horse and hissed in annoyance for a short moment. ” dammit I almost won that one !” he huffed, raising in eyebrow about the announcement of the danger scale of dara`s punishment. Dara had a great imagination and she knew how to make hamin do the worst things ever. She was a genius evil mastermind. This didn`t sound too good.

” Don`t be too satisfied with it.. wait till next time!” he snarled back at her, breathing out a little. They were soon home, and to be honest, he wanted to walk the rest of the way. ”H-hey Dara… Remember to be careful around those men at the bar… Just, don´t let them hurt you ok? ” he said, just by thinking a little. If someone just dared to hurt his noona, he would definitely slaughter them. ” You know how much I hate those people… ”


Because even if she had a lot of control, they still could come up with this absurd idea, and kidnap her, abuse her, and maybe go so far and make her a slave. He never want that experience to happen to her, never. Thats why he keeps an eye on her. But she probably already figured out so. She wasn`stupid!



” Oh…” he smiled, turning to her. ” What do you have in store for me? He asked out of curiousity, after all he had to accept his loss one time to another. He wondered what she of an crazy idea had this time. Last time he had to drink a mixture of horse poop and some rotten eggs, which tasted awful, and then he had to pretend making a commercial of it around their camp, telling people it was so good. Luhan found their little games entertaining it seemed, it kept the camp alive. As hamin and dara both were troublemakers. ”Oh… and wear the necklace tonight, for our celebration! It suits you!”

Sandara cheered as they rushed through the desert, the hooves of the horses pounding across the sand. Puffs of sand billowed below them. The air was hot. It caressed her and set her free.

In reality, Sandara felt relaxed in Hamin's presence. He would never hurt her, she knew that. For all her seduction of the rich men in the town, she knew she was in danger. She would never let herself be alone with one of them. Who knew what they could do.

But Hamin was not like that. She was thankful for it.

"You're on!" She grinned at her racing partner when he challenged her. She was going to win this. There was no way he was going to order her around.

In all honesty, she didn't know that much about his past. When she'd met him, she knew it was a sensitive subject. So she'd never brought it up. He wanted to keep it secret. She respected that.

They didn't need to know everything about each other to be as close as they were. She didn't need to dive into his past or his into hers. They were content as they were.

The Corral was in sight. Sandara smirked as she willed her horse to speed up. They raced towards the compound, skidding just past Hamin, coming in first.

"Woooo!" She cheered, punching the air with her first when the horse had stilled.

She grinned wickedly at Hamin. "Be afraid," she wiggled her eyebrows. "Be very afraid."

Climbing off her horse, in her mind, she plotted what she could make Hamin do. This was a lot of pressure. It was a lot of power - more than she ever had in the bar. She had to get it right, she wanted to see Hamin's humiliated face and laugh at him.

This would be fun.

Releasing the horse into the compound, she turned to Hamin and crossed her arms. Shall we head to this party? She raised her eyebrow cheekily. She wanted him to fear what she had coming.

She was going to brew up a great punishment.

* rolls dice * gets a 5

* rolls dice * gets a 6