Another sketch which I may never finish.

Slaves toil to dress the carcass of another for their master. Though their work saddens and horrifies them in every way, they tell themselves that they do it by command because it would be done either way, because they will at least show as much respect as they can for the deceased, and because they know they will be next if they refuse.

In a world ruled by those who bare little concern for them, they work on a small farm carrying out the controlled tasks given to them in the hopes that they may be allowed live a little longer and a little farther from the horrors.
I imagine the master as having structured the ponies in ownership into multiple tiers, with more freedoms, comforts, and a smaller chance of slaughter being provided as one rises in level. The stock are those intended for consumption sit at the bottom and live the shortest lives in small pens where their only choices are to eat or sleep and have little chance to rise to a better station. Next are those who dress the carcasses and are shown in the picture. Apart from the room they work in, they are provided a room in which they all can reside There is little to separate them from becoming the carcasses they prepare, except that if they show great obedience to the master, they have a chance of becoming those who labor elsewhere on the farm or maybe even inside the house. As those who serve the master well may be rewarded in moving to a higher station but mistakes often result in being move to a lower one, and disobedience will lead to demotion as stock or death.

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