you don't know me

[stormbringer]

Chained

^{_{you don't know me}}

It was actually a nice day out, but not really. The sky was covered in low gray clouds that huddled over the landscape. A gentle drizzle covered the land like a blanket. In the distance, thunder rumbled. Far off, a silvery-violet streak of lightening whispered across the glowing sky. A far-off rumble filled the ring beside her. She sat atop the rock, feeling the air pressure drop as crystal rain splattered the earth.
Long ago the dark shape of the General had faded into the gentle fog that cascaded beneath her white paws.
‘Get out of here, Scout.’ His cruel voice still echoed in her mind. His onyx tail had whapped against the chain markings that marked her, and then he was gone. She was no longer a soldier of one of the most successful Alphas, but just an abandoned slave. She sat at the highest point and half-prayed she’d be struck by lightning.
Fluid movements carried her down, into the gentle mist that now hugged her, silver-gray eyes searching for any shape, any Master come to take her away. She’d heard rumors, a free-roaming alpha coming to sneak slaves away. She wasn’t exactly sure she wanted that. How could she cope, how could she function, without being told what to do, where to go, when to sleep, eat, and wake? Other wolves talked around her. She felt isolated, though, if not by the weather that seeped into her coat, but by her withdrawn nature. Either way, she wasn’t prepared to talk to any other slaves… She just wanted somewhere concrete to go, so she didn’t have to stay here, where bad memories, and not just hers, haunted the air. SO many had been stolen away to lives of intense cruelty and slow death from this very stone, the stone she now pressed against, cold penetrating her thin coat and chilling her to the slim, fine bone.
So long, she’d waited for this moment, the next trade off. She wouldn’t have survived under the General’s fighting force. And really, he hadn’t needed any more scouts. He’d have put her in the front lines to die, or something…

^{_{and you don't wear my chains}}

[malice]

The [M]alice in my heart

It was indeed not the most beautiful days. To him though, it was the most calming thing. He couldn't wait to hear the soft drip - drop of the dropples before it cascaded over the land. Everything was made fresh again it seemed. To someone like Malice, it didn't seem anything could make him happy. Maybe it was because he was to lazy to give a smile to the most loving of things. Loneliness had finally dug its way into his mix colored coat. His soft blue eyes contrasted his fierce appearance. A large wolf with many scars of the past. He looked slightly older than his actual age. It was the least to say that this was his prime, not only as a wolf but as the alpha of his own territory. Large paws flexed in the dirt beneath him, almost enjoying the moist feeling of the air.

The auction rock, his destination had finally come. A place he would not only buy slaves, but form his pack. Not everyone would mercilessly be beaten, if any. Then again he didn't even plan half of them to wear the title of slave. It depended on how everything went. Walking around the rock, his eyes scanned the crowd of slave, awaiting their possibly horrid fate. 'Which one gets lucky today?' He thought before spotting a white and gray wolf all on her own. Dropplets of water had already begun to hit the earth and he had already made up his mind. She stood out, somehow some way. He bound toward her and stopped only a foot from her. She looked so miserable, even his facial features turned blank instead of the normal glare he was used to, "What is your name." He stated, his rouch voice ringing out.

May never fade...

[stormbringer]

Chained

^{_{you don't know me}}

She saw the multi-huied pelt moving before he spoke to her, but still kept her eyes focused into the distance utill the words fell from his mouth.

'What is your name?' Her name, eh? The very thing that probably marked her as a slave more that the chains that adorned her coat. The chains that matched.

"Chained, sir." Her voice barely rose above a respectful whisper, and she fced him, and only caught that his eyes were sapphire hued before averting her moon-struck gaze. She dared not look into his eyes, thus directly challenging him, a Master, yes, but by his scarred bearing, an Alpha. The musks of the autumn woods hung like a beautiful perfume around is frame, his shaggy pelt a mixture of rocky shades, brown gray, black and white blending in an ever rising symphony. All she had were chains, some smudgy eyeliner-like markings, and speckling, up and down her nose, in a steely silver, laying on her smooth, thin white pelt, not a beautiful melody of colors mixing and rising up and over her tiny frame.

"Chained." She repeated, more to herself than the Master above her.

[malice]

The [M]alice in my heart

His large skull lifted a little higher, he was indeed a proud wolf and earned the right to be so. Her eyes were a very interesting color, a different shade of blue perhaps. She seemed cautious about look straight at him, that fear had to go. Having his slaves utterly fear him itself made him swell with slight fury. Still, she had probably been through a lot and taught different. He couldn't judge, and by her slim appearance she probably had a beautiful body with very fair markings that made her different. Her name suited her coat, and probably her life. He was reminded why his name was Malice, but it certainly wasn't because of the shade of his fur. The water hit his coat and sunk in, he picked the perfect day to come here huh?

Bowing his head slightly he tempted her to catch his eye,"My name is Malice, and is you wish, you can be the first, other than myself, to live in my territory." He offered, simply to be courtious an not raise any tempers she might have. His mind lingered on what position she would carry well. He would think of that later, his blue gaze bared into her, almost daring her to meet his eyes head on. If she did, then he knew she still had life in her. She looked kind of fragile there against the rock, it was alluring in a way. Chained, such a depressing name, though he really shouldn't think of such things with his own problems. Perhaps she could learn to love being in his territory and perhaps ease the burden of being called a slave.

May never fade...

[stormbringer]

Chained

^{_{you don't know me}}

She could feel it as she looked down. hsi gaze dared her to look at him...

'Never look an Alpha full on, sweetie.' Her father instructed. 'It's disrespectful.'
'Why Daddy? I can look at you!' Her small voice filled her mind.
'Well I'm your father. That doesn't count.' He informed her.
'It doesn't?' She asked. Then she batted at his paw, her little baby foot as white and pure as snow...

She almsot apologized to her father before snapping her head up, his blue eyes holding her silver ones, for half a second, a spark flew through the air between them. Then more than a spark touched down somewhere in the forest with and earth-shattering split of a tree falling.

The tension was gone, like a rubber band had snapped. But now he knew. Soemwhere in there, the bubbly child Chained had been lived on.

"That sounds just fine." She said, a samll grin gracing her lips for the first tome in a long time.

^{_{and you don't wear my c h a i n s}}

[malice]

The [M]alice in my heart

His demeanor changed as their eyes met. In that instant it was as if some sense of barrier had broken. His gaze had been the one that wavered, yet he managed to hold such a beautiful contact. He blinked as it ended, he had found life in Chained. A smile, this one not faked, graced his maw for a moment before returning to its blank features. He even got a friendly grin out of her, oddly he felt accomplished. His voice cleared and he stood straight, "Well then, lets get out of here before some filthy mutt catches sight of you." He winked, in the process covering up his earlier show of affection. He wasn't the top dog when it came to exposing a lot of emotion, he supposed she would look around it and see it as normal behavior for him. He turned and flickered his head toward the exit before walking calming away, confident she would follow.

Has wavered today...