A dark scowl fixed upon his face, head bowed as he endured a hurried grooming. The people who called this place home had become so skittish over the years, their hands flitting about his body nervously as if they were afraid he might lash out at them. Bound as he was, there really wasn't anything to fear from him aside from a bite. He didn't really have the mean streak they expected of him, though. Angry outbursts were entirely driven by frustration with his circumstances, the people were generally kind to him and he knew it was not them that had taken him from his home and life.
The one he had to blame was their master, a cold vampire that he had seen less and less of every year. Ko'sah assumed his novelty was wearing out, but he wasn't sure if that would be a good or bad thing for him in the end when he lost his value to him. Still, it was strange to him and frustrating to watch humans act out of fear, to aid his captivity by sheer volume of compliance with their master. It was heartbreaking to see such little free will among them, so little outspoken opinions. It infuriated him to hear the silence among them as they performed their duties, to see no regret or guilt in their eyes. He was not a person to these people, he was an object.
Habit could only tell him that they were expecting their master again soon. It was the only time they bothered to primp him with such care. As the trio of men finished with him he heaved a heavy sigh as they checked his bonds with gloved hands. He watched with interest, tugging sharply against the metal once just to rattle them before settling back down into obedience. The shadow of power always scared them, he could see it in the way their faces drained of color, their eyes blown wide and white and that day was no exception.
"When?" he demanded in a huff, stamping his front hooves briefly against the floor of his stall. The men scurried to be out of his way, none of them wanting to risk being trapped under a centaur's hooves.
With the door to his enclosure shut and locked once more the centaur sighed and shook his head in disappointment. He leaned against his bonds, stretching to peer out into the stable aisle. There were empty stalls and silence immediately around him but it served to carry the conversation at the end of the barn down to his spot in the middle.
The horses were being brought in early, presumably for the night as he heard their soft snorts and nervous whinnies at the change to their routine. Even through the sounds around him, though, he could hear the men from before quietly discussing "their" arrival.
He could only assume his master was a part of that group but he had no way of knowing who else had been brought along. He would be viewed, no doubt, like a living statue expected to stand and be scrutinized. Ko'sah was used to it, but the notion still irritated him every time it happened. It was slowly draining his sanity to remain a captive as he was, an item to be owned and not a creature to share the world with. He didn't understand his master's need to possess him and control him, but his attempts at escape had all been thwarted in the past.
The sounds in the barn settled into a more comfortable silence as the humans left, the only noises around him the soft pat of hooves on dirt and straw and quiet munching on hay. He could see a small opening to the outside from his stall through the barn doors. He could tell the day was ending, the sky taking on an orange color with the setting sun. Perhaps he would be seen the next day, but he could already feel the tension of anticipation settling in.