.as sweet as [candy];; as lifeless as a [puppet];;

[x--- αbel♥]

A slumped figure made it's way lesurely down the slope leading to the rock. Fire still burned within her soul, yet was bottled up from veiw. The fem dragged her feet lazily in the dirt, her head down; she had no pride whatsoever, and her father had made sure of that. Beautiful as she was, it never helped her. Her beauty just brought more pain, making her as helpless as ever. Why? You know how masters are. The prettier the better, and that's when they usually get rough. This gal didn't care anymore, she dealt with anything. Her helping mother could never manage to get her spirit out and free; it made her a walking puppet to all the masters who came her way.

The male in front of her stopped. His neck twisted back to her as he gave her a crazy grin. The slave stood idle as he watched her with a sharp eye, deciding whether or not to rape her once again. Inside she screamed no, but none of this was portrayed physically. Why couldn't he leave her alone? Only when she decided to look up at him that she got a blow to her side. He never liked that, and she took it with ease. All she wanted to do was be away from him, with any other cruel master, and then she'd be happy. None of them treated her like a living being, but this one was the worse. She knew she would never meet a stag as creative as him.

Caramell was the slave's name. Very obvious, if you looked at her. Mel's downy fur was indeed the color of caramel, silky and smooth and warm to the touch. Although she never spoke much, the abnormal shade of green in her optics spoke for her. Right now they burned with hatred of a thousand suns, telling her master to lay off. He was going to sell her anyways, right? He didn't need her anymore, and she was glad of it. Mel closed her mouth and continued to stare at the ground, waiting for her masters decision. He had dealt with her before they came, and her ribs burned in agony. He scoffed suddenly, walked to her backside, and did it again. She was tired of him. When he came back to her head grinning, she bit him long and hard on the muzzle, reaching out and scratching his soft chest and she did so. She backed away, her body more sore than ever after carrying his weight. She ducked a few blows, but her master only was enticed. Great. She tried to turn and run, but he was too quick for her. His body crashed down on her, pulsating through her more painful than ever. His ivories wrapped in her scruff, climbing onto her and securing hmself. Tears rolled down her light brown face as she endured his tortue.

He spent himself for a while. A while later, the sun now setting, he let go of her and threw her against the ground. He was panting, but had a dazed, pleasured expression as he looked her over. She had been good for him, but he needed to sell her off anyways. Bumping her rump, he trotted off into the underbrush, his black tail disappearing from sight. Mel, however, lay quivering on the ground, in too much pain to even think about moving. She got up to her haunches atleast as she leaned against an oak tree, her pelt aglow from the red and purple rays of sun. The wind blew her fur around, mocking her with the coldness of it. The snow lay immobile on the ground, nestling itself against Caramel. She shivered. It was going to be a long night.

[Bengal Brat]

Shanook, the massive maned wolf alpha of Benstripe Woods, stalked once again into the wolves' section of the Auction Rock. Oh, how he loved this place. The smell of blood and the sounds of pain and suffering were very enticing to him. A crazy grin spread itself wide across the brujo's maw as he looked around, admiring one pretty femme slave after another. Right now, he didn't give a d.mn if there were any male slaves, and if there were, how strong and powerful they were. Shanook had one goal for this particular trip, and one goal only: to leave here and go home with a pretty little fae as a slave. True, he was happy enough with his two toys, but he could always use another one. It all depended on how well that one particular she-wolf happened to work, though; if she was a good hunter and was as swift as a rabbit, then she'd forfeit the title as s.x toy to Shanook and become one of the slaves in which he brought to the Master's Onslaught. He'd heard about it through the grapevines, and the cold-hearted brute could only think about standing on the sidelines of a big slave race, calling out taunts to speed his own racer up. Then, he'd either be able to take home some sort of prize and spare the vix the rest of the night and the whole of the upcoming day, or beat the sh.t out of her because she was way too slow and didn't take first place. Oh, the joy of it all--for Nook, anyway.

Snowflakes gently fluttered down out of the sky, hugging the brujo's brow as his paws kissed the snow-covered ground, leaving a track of delicate paw prints. The setting sun was creating a marvelous sight; the ice frozen to the branches of the surrounding trees were glistening in the light, and so was the blanket of white upon the frozen ground. Falling flakes appeared to be turning a hue of orange and red as the mighty ball of red-hot gas's rays bounced off of them. This was the time of year in which the Auction Rock seemed to be almost welcoming. Almost.

Head and tail high, Shanook pranced around the area, boldly nipping the backsides of any Alphaesses nearby and smirking at the snarl and dirty look in which he received from both her and her mate. Oh, what a day. In this type of light during this very time of day, Shanook's coat was as striking as ever; it almost looked to be nothing but fire. Because of this kind of light, his normally red hued long, silky pelt was the color of flames; where most maned wolves' fur coats turned black, Nook's really were brown, and right now, they were such a shade of chocolate brown that they appeared almost good enough to eat. However... you musn't be fooled, for the cold pools of coal black that glittered cruely out at you were almost enough to make anyone drop dead, right then and there.

Tossing his head arrogantly, the alpha of Benstripe Woods stalked throughout the most dreaded place in the world. Out of the corner of his left eye, he saw a caramel colored she-wolf--no doubt a slave, as well--weakly challenge her master's authority, only to have him mount her again and again. Shanook almost wished that that was him up there, doing whatever it is that he felt like doing to the femme without her doing anything at all. When her soon-to-be-ex-master finally dismounted her and disappeared into the darkness of the nearby bushes, Nook began his strong strut in her direction. She was a pretty thing! The vix's pelt of caramel was almost blinding, and her green eyes quickly grabbed any brute's attention. However, it didn't take the almost-heartless brujo very long to notice her ribs sticking out slightly, the scratches her previous master had left on her bodice, or the dullness setting into her eyes. Even if Shanook was a professional .sshole, he didn't like seeing a vix this pretty looking as miserable as she did. He even saw her shiver a bit, which showed she must not have been well-taken care of enough to the point where her pelt would grow long and thick and shield her from winter's cold clutches.

"And who may you be? I'm the alpha of Benstripe Woods, or Shanook."

[Pyrrhüloxia]

Fear of Darkness
Retuning Home-- Oops, what's this?

The piercing gaze of The Maggot Lord gazed out from the dense foliage surrounding this place. It was much easier to lurk in the wolves’ territory than it was in the wide open spaces of the meadow where equines were securely kept. Oddly, Heathen King, sitting at his feet, had been unusually quiet since they began their stalking. A good thing, for his constant howls were beginning to bug him like nothing before.

Darkness was just returning home with this vicious brute when he heard voices. Or thought he heard them. For the next half hour or so a pair of wolves were followed. A fae of beautiful hue, and a male wolven who definitely thought himself all that. Heh, Darkness had to roll his eyes at the male’s tactics in ‘torture’. Breeding was in no way torture, no matter how much it hurt. Eventually you’d find yourself returning to it without one thought about how torturous it was. Eventually.

After witnessing the fae’s weak portrayal of backbone by biting her master’s muzzle and swiping an eager paw his direction, he found himself admiring her just a tad more. Returning whence he came, her master vanished into the brush after breeding her multiple more times. Amusing to watch it was, if not stupid. As the massive equine was about to present himself to the lovely female wolf and sweep her away to a land much better suited for her, a haughty looking creature strutted oh so arrogantly from around a bend. Perfect. Someone obviously about to test his superiority. Bah, he was just a measly wolf, and no wolf was a challenge for the Maggot Lord. Master or no, this fae was his. She would be an excellent addition, even if she were in no condition. A smirk tugged at the corners of the sable brute’s maw, shifting abruptly into a vile sneer as he pushed through the course foliage. Approaching the two with a proudly raised head and high-stepped gait; the fierce equine, heart blacker than any before himself, drew near. A sharp growl penetrated the air behind his great, stately bulk as a savage looking wolf of 42 inches trailed behind his angel.

Both intimidating figures, matching the blackness of night with dangerous eyes shining vibrantly against charcoal coats, stood with dignity. King bared his teeth at both wolves, finding neither one to his taste. Of which he had no taste. He wasn’t sure what his ‘other half’ was up to, however, he was prepared for a fight. His nose was wrinkled all the way up and the hair upon his back bristled intensely.

Darkness on the other hand showed nothing that hinted towards hostility, he smiled half-heartedly, hidden eyes running over both sorry figures. Suddenly his mouth opened to release deep, resonate vocals of thunderous .strength. “Sorry If I am interrupting, Shanook. That is your name correct? But I believe this lady has already been claimed. Ugh, of course I am using wording you would ultimately use, seeing as ‘claiming’ someone does take away the fact that they too are individual beings like you or I. That being that, I cannot allow someone so devious looking as yourself to torture this lovely girl by carrying her away to a land only to be selfishly used again and again.”

Darkness spoke sincerely, his gaze flicked ever so often down at Caramell with a hint of sympathetic sorrow in his eyes as he spoke. He knew, as well as many others, his acting was something hard to see through. In fact, it was almost impossible to see through such a flowery yet convincing façade. To heighten sense to his words, he spoke a bit more, King growling ferociously at his feet the entire time.

“I on the other hand would offer so much more to such an empty soul. Perhaps even bring hope back to her heart. I am quite certain you do not want to remain under the despicable title of slave, only to be tortured throughout your life?” the formidable equine asked, turning to give full attention to the soft furred beauty, Caramell. The stallion dipped his head low, not allowing his long forelocks, cascading down from his forehead, to move and reveal his malevolent vermilion eyes. “I am Fear of Darkness by the way, a King as well. And I wish to free you, if you will accept?” his smile widened into a warm smile. As he beamed down at the femme, King continued to bristle and snarl at Shanook, seeing as his ‘angel’ did not attack the girl, she must not be a threat to them. But earlier, his dangerous eyes scrutinized the male harshly, a sign of dislike.

Status// Complete
Word Count// 793
Notes// Erm, idk. Just hoping I ain't interrupting too much. =X

[x--- αbel♥]

Coming. xP

[Bengal Brat]

"Sorry If I am interrupting, Shanook. That is your name correct? But I believe this lady has already been claimed. Ugh, of course I am using wording you would ultimately use, seeing as ‘claiming’ someone does take away the fact that they too are individual beings like you or I. That being that, I cannot allow someone so devious looking as yourself to torture this lovely girl by carrying her away to a land only to be selfishly used again and again."

Shanook raised his eyebrows, mostly in surprise, as a massive horse made his way towards him and the fem slave. He dipped his head slightly after the stallion was done speaking to the she-wolf he was wishing to claim.

"Torturing was not one of the things in which I was planning to do with this vixen. However... even a thick headed brute such as myself would know not to challenge one who will win in a battle, especially if the opponent is a horse. If the fae is who you wish to claim, then so be it."

Although his lyrics were smooth and hinting no hostility, Shanook's eyes were gleaming oh so faintly with mischief. He knew that Fear of Darkness was already showing extreme dislike towards him, and Nook was one to return it in a heartbeat. However... he knew that as strong and intimidating as he was to a wolf, the brute was smart enough to realize that a single blow from a horse's hoof could cause some serious injury in which the alpha was not about to risk. Hostility flared up slightly in Shanook's eyes as he looked up at the horse once again. It was not necessarily a glare that he shot him, but it was definately not a friendly look, either.

"Besides... what with that idiot Miro hanging around, it might not be the best thing to bring a girl like her home anyway."

His shoulder's fell into a shrug for a moment as the brute opened his mouth to allow lyrics to escape. One of the last things that Nook needed right now was for Miro to attempt to breed with his new slave; all of his training would go right down the drain.

Shanook's head tipped into a curt nod in the direction of Caramel, but he did nothing to even acknowledge Darkness's presence; this was one brute who was not the kind who would fall all over himself to please someone who could possibly kill him. Now, don't get me wrong; it was by no means fear that made Nook give up his almost-claimed prize, but the smarts that decided to actually make an appearance.

With that, the massive wolf turned, head and tail as high as they usually were, and made his way throughout the rest of Auction Rock. Perhaps he'd find an even better prize if he looked harder.

[x--- αbel♥]

DDx Eee Pyrr, if you got her could you keep her slave, please?

[Pyrrhüloxia]

Okay ^^

[Pyrrhüloxia]

'Ello? Is it my turn to post?