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Post by 'Sanura on Aug 23, 2008 20:46:18 GMT -5
Mange I'm just a bit...[/color] Cue, Auction Rock. Slaves tortured screaming rings through the air. No one would willingly visit this place and masters only come out of the pure necessity of finding more slaves to beat. You can find all manner of wolves and horses here. From the rebellious ones to the meek timid ones, to the ones with a hidden secret that is driving them insane. Yep, you can find them all here, but off to the side is maybe the oddest creature you could ever see, even at Auction Rock. Grey shiny fur was placed at different intervals but was vastly outnumbered by the patches of furless pink skin. Some areas of the skin were broken and oozing pus from recently opened wounds. This creature is Mange. She is a five year old slave, and surprisingly has had only one master. This was not to her advantage though, since he was quite possibly the cruelest master anyone could ever have the displeasure of meeting. She used to be pretty, but now not even her mother could recognize her. A pink tongue lulled out of the emaciated creatures mouth showing broken and missing teeth. She was in a more normal mood at the moment and did nothing stranger then humming quietly under her breath. The deep scar underneath her right eye seemed almost to glow bright red, even though that wound was long ago healed. Her shoulders and hips sticking out much too much. She is practically a walking skeleton. Her sides heave with the effort of breathing suggesting broken ribs. This is quite possibly the most derelict creature ever to grace the accursed Auction Rock.
So, this is Mange. Do you dare take on her challenge? hungry? |
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Post by Lutan☼ on Sept 1, 2008 11:48:13 GMT -5
Perfect. Here once again. Malou was his name, and slaves are his game. He loves t play with them in every way. The beast stretched then looked back at his sister, Isyss. She decided to tag along, this irritated him a bit, yet, he had to put up with her. Snorting, the hellion trudged across the poison spilt lands. A toothy grin spread across his handsome facade as he travled further. Searching for a slave, he spotted one of the most ugly slaves he had ever seen. Malou laughed and trotted over towards the creature. He smirked and then sneazed at her odor. A female? He thought as he scanned her mangy frame.Beast, what is your name? Speak up now.Ha ha, beast . . .yes, a sort of cruel word for only the mongrels. Malou stood tall, his gruff bristled as he felt the desire to rip the fem's throat out and do her a favor. But that would be helping, right? Well, Malou never put any thought into any of them, so, he quickly forgot about what he was thinking about. Small white flowers quickly turned brown at the scent of the femora. Malou snickered and turned back to look at his sister.
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Pondering about whether she should just leave and head back to Jarden, or stay and see what exactly her brother did all day. Well, as much as she wanted to go back to Jarden, she had to stay there with Malou. Isyss sighed and followed her brother. He was so stupid he hadn't even noticed that she had tagged along. Isyss rolled her eyes and slyly trotted as Malou quickened his pace. Why was he going this fast? She thought as he began to go quicker. Isyss had to run to keep up with the brute. As she peered over his shoulder to see what exactly it was, she spotted a nasty looking fea. she pittied her then thought of what she had just siad to herself. What a b.tch, she thought as she haulted. Beast, what is your name? Speak up. How evil of him, to say beast. Beast was a calling for the hideous and unattractive. This fea was no ugly monsterous creature. She was a lupine, and all lupines had the same facade whether ugly or not, they looked the same. Peaking out of the cornor, Isyss walked carefully towards the slave.Hallo fea. Now, ignore my brother, for he is,Isyss paused and looked back at her brother.A bit, challenged. I will claim you as my slave. Now, let us go get cleaned up, shall we?Isyss smiled and acted out her friendly gesture towards the exit of Auction Rock. |
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Post by 'Sanura on Sept 2, 2008 21:18:41 GMT -5
Mange Niceties and Insults...When the very large, very black wolf approached Mange she thought she should feel some sort of fear, but her mind was too far gone. Her body however reacted with an involuntary shudder. He snarled at her and she looked behind her as if he was talking to some other wolf. She was about to answer curtly when the other wolf came in and spoke to her kindly.
"Clean?" asked Mange. Who cared about if she was clean? Her whole life all her master had cared about is if she was around so he could bash her head in. The poor creature knew nothing of clean. Slightly Mange relaxed, and a slight lopsided grin spread over her face. Her eyes had a gleam that was not quite natural. Absently Mange worried a small sore on her leg. The wound was open and festering, quite nasty really. One would wonder if a good wind could knock the creature over... [/blockquote] are lost on the Insane. ooc. -jumps up and down screams- THANK YOU LUTANO!!! I've been waiting FOREVER for someone to post with poor little Mange! THANKS SOOOO MUCH!! -ishappynow- |
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Post by Lutan☼ on Oct 25, 2008 12:32:53 GMT -5
-let's just say malou left^^-
Malou has left the scene . . . in anger^^
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"Clean?" Isyss nodded. She felt an odd, tingling feeling in her gut that made her smile. Happiness had always made her help someone. And today was one of her good days. Yes, now hurry up, we are to be going back to. . .well, Malou's lands, but, none the less, you are mine. And I will clean you up Isyss grinned happily and began to leave the area. Malou had already left, probablly to his lands or to Hayashi. Who cares? She thought. Heh heh, not me. Now, no, she hadn't met her match, but, someday, she might just find that perfect fellow to come and sweep her off her paws. Remembering what she was first going to ask the vix before, Isyss turned and opened her maw. One more thing. What is your name dear miss? She asked so carefully as not to frighten the poor, troubled girl.
Waiting patiently, Isyss sat, licking her paw. A small cool breaze hit he skin, making her shiver. She looked up, staring at the girl. she pittied her. Patches of her fur were gone, and snow was one thing that didn't help her at all. Sighing, Isyss made a gesture with her head to follow. Small snowflakes clung to her white pelt as she stood. The sunthat stood at its highest point in the sky, melted the snow a tad, leaving a slush and a squish on the grassy floor. Birds sang cheerfully and swooped past their heads. Malou would have hated this, but, it was sort of peaceful right now.
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Post by Bengal Brat on Nov 2, 2008 8:28:46 GMT -5
Ooc: Well... since Luta's banned, I guess you're going to want someone to claim her... again. 
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The massive bodice of a powerful, very well muscled maned wolf brute was outlined with red from the setting sun as it emerged from the shadows at the edge of Auction Rock. The first thing that he saw was a filthy femme who was nothing but skin and bones; her ribs stuck out and there were a great many open wounds leaking out both pus and blood. What a revolting sight! Shanook had to look away for a moment to stop himself from vomiting at the sight of Mange. She isn't even a creature! Oh well... anything was possible, so perhaps, with the help of the more motherly wolves in Benstripe Woods, like Spindle and possibly Zara, she could be restored to your average looking she-wolf. Auds pricked as Nook neared enough to hear the wolf Malou and his sister, Isyss, speaking to her.
"Beast, what is your name? Speak up now!"
Malou.... cracking those stupid jokes... yet again. D.mn him. The all mighty alpha of Benstripe Woods couldn't help but smirk and let out a mocking growl when Isyss spoke, and her brother turned and stalked away, no doubt furious with her kindness towards the almost not-living femmora.
Hallo fea. Now, ignore my brother, for he is... a bit...challenged. I will claim you as my slave. Now, let us go get cleaned up, shall we?"
Oh, lord. Not another nice master! Those who felt pity for every slave that they ever laid eyes upon shouldn't be allowed the title of master. All wolves who own another should be nothing but a jerky, head-strong b.tch!
Nook cocked his head to the side slightly as the needy femme slave inquired about being clean. Hadn't she ever taken a good bath before? Judging by the many wounds in which she had and the fleas that leaped off of her body in massive groups, the maned wolf alpha thought no.
"Yes, now hurry up, we are to be going back to. . .well, Malou's lands, but, none the less, you are mine. And I will clean you up. One more thing. What is your name dear miss?"
Geez... couldn't the so-called 'master' she-wolf just shut her big yap? Nothing but kindness and sincerity was flowing from it! The puzzlement in the slave wolf's eyes drew a smirk to Nook's fascade, though, and he knew that her kindness was getting Isyss nowhere.
Strolling up boldly to the two femmoras, he used his tail to flick Isyss in the nose with a slight growl.
"No... she'll be coming with me, thank you very much."
Shanook gave the so-called alphaess a shove with his hips before advancing in the direction of the flea-bitten, pus-leaking fae slave. She was probably once pretty... or even beautiful. Perhaps we can fix her up.
"Well... now that that's settled, what is it that you wish for me to call you, besides slave? You do have a name now, don't you?"
By now, it should have been made obvious that he didn't expect Isyss to react to his 'challenge' whatsoever; he was definitely the c.cky sort of brute who knew when he had won. No sort of anger or cruelness flared up in his eyes... but something else did. Could it be... no... there was no chance of that. Or was there? Was some strange emotion, such as concern for the fem's well being, beginning to flare up deep inside of the Benstripe Woods alpha's chest? What about his heart of ice? Well... not that Cecilia, the she-wolf of his dreams, had tamed and thawed out the brute's heart, he was free to feel emotions, even if they were almost always nothing but anger and cruelness.
"I'm Shanook, and I don't mind you calling me that so long as you don't over-do it. Now... come along, and I'll have some of the fems of my pack fix you up." |
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Post by 'Sanura on Nov 14, 2008 15:12:27 GMT -5
Anger, dear, I don't think I want little Mangeh here to go to Benstripe I have what four/five wolves their already? But thanks I appreciate it, if you really want her though, she can go there?
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Post by Action on Dec 13, 2008 18:32:32 GMT -5
Would you mind Amareta, or would you rather not? You have too many characters. XD
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Post by 'Sanura on Dec 14, 2008 18:13:50 GMT -5
I think I'll just kill this poor girl. She's pretty much dead. She could be in the Clawcaust plot?
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Post by Bengal Brat on Dec 17, 2008 7:49:04 GMT -5
Sounds great, Sunny. I totally forgot 'bout this post
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