Sing Me to Sleep with a {::Lullaby::}

['Sanura]

Lullaby

Sing me to sleep...

A midnight wolf glided onto Auction rock. The day was cool and it was steadily growing darker. The wolf behind her steadily nudged her forward even though she was bone weary. She stumbled and almost fell, but managed to pull herself up. She looked about and glared at anyone who might be laughing at her. She was nudged once again and she snapped at the other wolf. He shrugged his shoulders as if to say sorry, Lullaby calmed down some, she knew he was just following orders. She glared heatedly at all the filth and muck in this place. She hated auction rock. Finally they came to a relatively clear spot, here the other wolf left her. It was right by the actual rock of auction rock and had odd veins of black running through it. There was also a small indention in the rock that could protect you from the elements. Here Lullaby settled her lean black body. By now the sun had fallen from the sky and the stars were coming out to twinkle. Lullaby's ebony pelt glittered with the light from the stars. It was almost like looking into a lake her fur was so shiny you could see every individual star. The white spot on her forehead glowed the brightest, one white spot in a pool of black. Her big black eyes twinkled with the light from the moon. Softly Lullaby howled, it was tradition for her, to howl at each new place she came to, in hopes that her dear brother would find her. That they would be reunited. The soft almost musical howl, drifted over auction rock like a lullaby, soothing the poor wretched creatures that had the misfortune of being a slave. Her duties complete Lullaby fell asleep as easily if she had been with her family in their comfortable den.

with a Lullaby.

For: Open.
Word COunt: 345.
Muse Level: Okay.
Comments: She's not for any particular master. I would prefer her not to get forcebred right off the bat, if at all.

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^{Ehh, if she was/is for a plot, please add "[closed]" in the title. That way people don't post when they really can't. Dx}

['Sanura]

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[Locura]

Morphine.

&& set your soul on fire.

OOC -- Yayz! Morphy is here!
Word Count -- 734

Bah. Another trip to the auction rock. Certainly it was the last thing that Morphine wanted to do, but it was necessary. He didn't have nearly as many slaves as he wanted, and what other way was there to get them without traveling to the wretched rock? Well, the brute could think of several other ways, but none of them were quite so easy. Going to the auction rock was like going to the grocery store. You walked around, looked at all the "produce" and picked out what looked to be the best quality. Morph had a good eye for quality. The sun was well into setting by the time the beast began his rounds of the place. He avoided the areas where he'd once been locked up, instead moving around toward different pens that he hadn't seen before. Red and yellow eyes looked at all the slaves and masters with dis-contempt. Pathetic beings. What made them think they could ruin the soil with their paws? Especially the masters. What made them any better than everyone else? What made them better than him? Sure, Morphine wasn't royalty, but he certainly deserved his hard-won master position if anyone did. However, that did not stop the other masters from scorning him. So be it. He didn't need them anyway.

Moving right along, the golden sun dipped below the tree line, taking with it the orange and pink streaks of sunset. The canvas that was the sky was filled with twinkling stars and a bright moon that gazed down upon the rock with a critical eye. The beasts time had come. He was at home during the night. The shadows seemed to pull at his coat, making him look like a demon of shadows as he moved his way around. Several slaves bumped into him, not picking him out in the dark corners, only to find themselves running from yellowed fangs. A lone howl echoed in the brute's badly torn ears. The dark-coated male swung his large body around toward the direction of the noise. He emerged into a part near the auction rock where he'd never been before. Looking with critical red and yellow eyes, the brute spotted a dark coated female with a white marking upon her face. Asleep. She was rather stupid to deliberately howl and announce her presence, then fall asleep. Did she not fear the demons of the night? Or was she just too dumb to realize that she'd made herself a target? Morph was curious enough to find out. Heavy paws carried him closer until his barrel of a chests was above her head. The male glared down at her with glowing red and yellow eyes, baring his yellowed teeth slightly.

"'Et up 'efore I 'et angreh." Morphine practically growled out his slurred and badly broken words, they rasped out of his throat, grinding like grains of sand in his ears. It was fortunate that he'd been born with a bad voice to begin with, for years of harsh slavery had done nothing but make it so bad that his speech was hardly understandable. His throat was more use to growling than to speaking, so naturally Morph was not one to waste much breath on words. However, he'd found that it was sometimes necessary to get specific points across. After pausing for a few seconds to give her time to wake up, he asked her standard questions that masters were supposed to care about. Things she'd most certainly expect. "'ame 'n age." More words, spat out like stones. Demands for information that the beast cared little about. If she could work, and if she obeyed, then that was good enough for him. It wasn't like he'd remember her name anyway. What was he, a genius? Far from it. In fact, the brute was surprised that he remembered his own name sometimes.

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['Sanura]

Lullaby

Night time...

Lullaby was startled from her deep sleep by a low mumble. Sleepy eyes opened to stare at the large male in front of her. Instinctively she stood up and snarled at him; his next words were almost as unintelligible as the first but Lullaby guessed he "wanted" her name and age.
"Lullaby, and I don't know, not that you care" Her words were full of venom this wolf made her fur stand on end, but standing up to him she knew was foolhardy. She had been batted around enough to know that, so she lowered her head and tail to a more "submissive" posture. The midnight colored wolf wondered how the other wolf had snuck up on her. He was so big, but his fur was nothing like hers. Her was so shiny which made her easy to spot on a star filled night like tonight. His, on the other hand, seemed to shadow him. This gave him a very sinister look because Lullaby couldn't see much of him. In a fight he would have all the advantages.
Which is why I'm no fool and will be respectful to this wolf, thought Lullaby, for a bit superstitious she might be but a fool she was not.

is MY time.

For: Locura!
Word Count: A pitiful...250.
Muse Level: Fluctuating.
Comments: I am SO glad you posted! Thankies muchlys...

[Locura]

Morphine.

&& look into my eyes and tell me you're not afraid.

OOC -- Yeep! Sorry for the wait xP
Word Count -- 920

The brute had the blink a few times. Was she growling at him? She? Tiny slave that she was, was growling at Morphine. It astonished the male, for he couldn't ever remember a female growling at him before. The beast's confounded mind barely registered her words. "Lullaby, and I don't know, not that you care" Morph glared down at the creature that dared to challenge him. Red and yellow eyes narrowed dangerously, lips parted to reveal sharp yellow fangs. She wanted a fight? He'd give her an a**-whooping that she'd never forget. She'd have the scars until the bugs ate her dead, decaying corps after she'd served her years in harsh slavery. She'd never forget the day she challenged Morphine. The beast's mind thought of all the possible ways to injure the female. Slowly. Painfully. Oh no, he wouldn't kill the poor thing. She'd suffer for daring to offend the ruler of the night. Suddenly, her posture changed. It became submissive, and more slave-like. Red pulsed in Morphine's vision, but he turned his head away for a minute and took a deep breath of cool night air. The red faded, and his vision returned to normal. The brute's heart rate slowed, and his eyes widened. Black lips covered badly worn fangs, and just like that the beast was calm. A rare thing. She was lucky. Oh so lucky. Morphine could only remember a few times where he could calm himself down before he made a mistake he would regret. Calm and cool? Words meant for a different wolf.

After another deep breath, the beast turned his mismatched eyes down upon the female. "Dun do dat 'gain or mornin' won' come for ye." He was warning her, another strange un-Morphine like thing. Two in a row? Somebody should make him a medal! The male took a few steps back on large paws, and looked her up and down. What was her name again? He... couldn't remember. He couldn't remember how he'd gotten where he was. He couldn't remember anything of the few minutes actually. He remembered hearing a howl and heading toward the noise, and he remembered her growling. Then it went black. The brute swore to himself. He hated his memory lapses. Every time he got worked up, he could never remember what had happened. "Wat ye name 'gain?" He asked, gruff tones grating through the cool night air. After giving her time and listening for a response, the male continued. "I be yur ne' Master. 'Ou 'ill 'efer teh meh a' such. 'Ou may le'rn meh 'ame en 'ime." The male's words got harder and harder to understand until he finally stopped speaking. He really didn't know how to say what he wanted to say. Basically, he wanted her to call him Master. She would not learn his name because she had no right to know it. To her he was Master, not Morphine. If she called him by his name, it meant disrespect in the male's eyes.

Turning away, red and yellow eyes glanced up at the bright moon that hung in the sky just over the treetops. It lit up the sky, and for a moment thoughts of the slave left the brute's head. What made the moon glow? And the stars? Why did they keep shining in that black canvas that was the sky? What drove them on? Morphine's drive had begun to die. He'd won land so that he could live the rest of his life out happily. He'd wanted tons of slaves to do whatever he wanted. He'd wanted gold to hang around his neck like a king. Yet, happiness would not erase his memories. Would not erase the reminders he saw in every speck of dirt about how he'd once lived. He'd been a slave. Cruelly treated, beaten and hated. Forced to fight other slaves for his master's enjoyment. Forced to do hard labor, and other terrible mind-wrenching things. It almost made the male suicidal to think about it, so he turned his thoughts back to the present. "Ome." He practically growled the words, and then began moving into the darkness at his slow, short-legged pace. Morphine was a heavily built brute. A large torso place on short, but strong legs. His large head sat on a thick neck, and torn ears sat upon the thick skull. The left side of his body was covered in a thick, dark and matted fur. His left eye was yellow. However, on his right side was a disaster. Not a speck of it didn't have a scar. They appeared between random chunks of fur. His right eye was a vibrant red. Like the male had been cut in half. You dun wanna mess wit meh.

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['Sanura]

Lullaby

Lullaby found her upper lip curling up in a snarl despite herself. Concentrating on the offending lip she managed to hide the disgust she felt. A deep sigh trembled through her being as she looked more closely at the large shadowy figure. He turned his head away and Lullaby realized for the first time how close she was to a beating. Not that it would be a new thing for her. She had gotten beatings in he past. Her lush fur kept the scars well hidden. Especially the ones on her heart, dark eyes gleaming she waited for the wolf's words. She took a moment longer to decipher his words.
Oh, he wants my name, the small wolf thought. She opened her mouth to answer but he spoke before she could,
I be yur ne' Master. 'Ou 'ill 'efer teh meh a' such. 'Ou may le'rn meh 'ame en 'ime." She tilted her head actually a bit amused by his words. The only word she heard was Master. Lullaby's hackle rose at the mention of this one word and she had to mentally concentrate on them to settle down. After a few moments she was calm again. Her eyes widened as she realized her master was no longer in front of her. She heard a faint word on the wind but couldn't figure out exactly where it was. Whimpering she set out from her little nook in the wall looking for a dark shadow in the midst of a million other dark shadows. She looked about frantically for the mysterious dark wolf but couldn't find him in the dark night. She however shone brightly in the faint moonlight her beautiful coat shining like a dark jewel among the ragged wolves of auction rock.

For; Locura/Morphine
Word Count; 323.
Muse Level;
Comments; doododo...