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Post by Action on Mar 11, 2008 18:42:17 GMT -5
Dark Raven felt the long grass brush against his belly as he walked along with his master just a leap behind him. When he slowed down just a bit, a reminding nag snapped at his flank, forcing him to move on. Soon, Auction Rock came into view. He knew this place all to well. His master herded him into a near by pen and he blanked out.
Next thing he knew, a tight coller was clipped around his black neck. He traced a chain back to a large rock that seemed to be placed there to hold slaves from running away. He would not run away. He would not sink that low. He was not a runner. He yanked at the chain though, to see how tough it was. A sharp pain shocked his body and choked him. He really did hate it here.
He scanned the area around him, looking at all the other filthy brutes and faes that had been treated so badly that every scar could be seen if they had a short pelt. He was a lucky one and his silky black coat covered all of his scars except the one that traced a circle around his muzzle. Sighing, he lay down and awaited a new master.
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Post by pandora on Mar 13, 2008 6:53:55 GMT -5
[[Hey Action, hope you don't mind me posting.  ]]
Though of course her life had always probably not been that difficult compared to some of the slaves here, she now knew pretty much how they felt. She was in heat, and so every single male, pretty much slave or otherwise, had been chasing around her, bothering her at every step, so much that she had had to physically attack one to get the message across. Despite the fact that she was generally a kind master, Sabine was in a hell of a mood today, and it wouldn't really have been surprising if one would have taken a moment to see why.
Her auds were flattened to her skull as another male master came prancing over to her, met by a sinking of her teeth into the top of his muzzle. Daft fool. And yet, what was she looking for? A male slave or two to take back to her land, she wanted a litter of pups, and although this was not the complete reason why she was getting some slaves, they were sort of an option, if Hiroshi did not show his support on the idea sometime soon.
Her gaze was met with Raven, the sight of him pricking sympathy within her, though she kept it well hidden, the last thing she needed was a sign of weakness. Her size did not lead one to believe that she was all that strong, but as she walked up to where his collar was, ripping it off almost easily, it became apparent that she was in fact quite strong. "Hello brute. My name is Sabine, what is yours?" She took a step back, tempted to start cleaning him up, but she wouldn't, not until she decided that she would take him back with her. |
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Post by Action on Mar 13, 2008 16:16:00 GMT -5
[[Not at all Pan! I am honored that you chose me to RP with! *giggles and hugs*]]
Raven jumped to his glossy black feet as a female master trotted his way. Lowering his head, he felt the snap of the collar as she pulled if off as it were a leaf on a tree. He heard the clinking of the chain as it fell to the ground at his feet. Looking down at it, then looking up at her, he replied. "Raven M'lady." Looking back at the ground, he wanted to show no expression. That was one of the things that might kill him.
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Post by pandora on Mar 14, 2008 15:42:27 GMT -5
Sympathy fluttered across her features as the young brute put his head down, responding to what she had said. Her body was completely still for a moment or two as she stood there, considering his almost small appearance. "Raven...beautiful. Well Raven I am alpha of Crimson Rock, and would wish for you to join my pack." Her eyes shone kindly as she stood there, muzzle lowered so that she could nuzzle the side of his muzzle briefly with her nose, showing that she meant him no harm. |
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Post by Action on Mar 14, 2008 15:58:24 GMT -5
Swallowing down a laugh, he murmmered an answer. "I will go where you go, Master." He was a slave. She was a master. He belonged ot her. He HAD to go where she went or get beaten. That was what had happened to him many times. He had given up by now. The scar on his muzzle told of when he had decided not to go with his new master. He had been beaten and given him that scar.
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