Another Slave, Another Challenge{Miro}

['Sanura]

Miss Havisham

Miss Havisham walked with a new slave-trainee and his master. According to this one's transcript he was the cocky sort. Miss Havisham bared her fangs, she detested the cocky sort. She watched as he arrogantly strutted around the slave pen his master glowering at him. She nodded towards the master, she felt his pain she truly did, but then again he didn't have to train the stupid slaves, and she did. Ah well she had asked for the job.
Approaching the two wolves Miss Havisham spoke to the master,
"Master Shanook, I presume?" she greeted everyone that way. Such an odd old hag, "And this is, slave Miro?" She nodded her prim head at the smug looking slave next to him.
"Please, come tour the facilities with me, and choose what type of pen you would like your slave to be housed in."
She smiled wickedly, the pens were very important for her training. Row upon row of very high wooden slats separated the slaves from each other, and though Havisham knew they could not run away the slaves were never allowed to leave them except for training purposes.
"Choose carefully, sir, for the pens are very important," she warned Shanook. Her chilling grin settled on the slave and for the first time she spoke directly to him,
"My name is Havisham by the way, Miss Havisham."

For: Anger, and Misty.
Word Count: 247.
Muse Level: Maybe recovering.
Comments: A bit repetitive.

[Bengal Brat]

Shanook trotted proudly into the lands of Miss Havisham, his newly acquired slave, Miro, in tow. Miro was a big-headed .ss who was obviously taking a liking to Shanook's mate, Cecilia. The brute master himself didn't have the time to deal with the slave, so he was handing him over to Miss Havisham for a temporary amount of time.

"Master Shanook, I presume?"

The femme's lyrics fell evenly out of her mouth. The brute in question's head tipped into a curt nod.

"That's correct."

"Please, come tour the facilities with me, and choose what type of pen you would like your slave to be housed in. Choose carefully, sir, for the pens are very important."

Shanook gave yet another brief nod as he gave a stern growl at his slave, no doubt telling him to move his fat .ss. Miss Havisham introduced herself to Miro, and Shanook felt a slight stab of satisfaction at the note of sternness located deep within her musical voice. The brute followed her throughout the territory, inspecting almost every single pen that he came across. Finally, he stopped in his tracks at a 'den,' if one could call it that, that was big enough for two Miro's to lay stretched out on the dirt floor on either side. The walls were high and close together, allowing no light to shine through the sides, so there was obviously no where for the slave brute to escape through. A sharp spike from a stick stuck out into the pen every few feet. This enclosure was also in sight of Miss Havisham's den, so she could keep an eye on Miro at all times, even when she wasn't working with him. Perfect.

"I feel that this would be a suitable pen for my slave."

Shanook's voice was curt and rough, a lot more masculin than usual. He currently was so d.mn irritated wiht Miro that he felt that the slave didn't even deserve to be called by his real name, or even acknowledged, for that matter. His eyes shifted into a glare directed at Miro and Miro only for a few brief moments before turning to rest upon Miss Havisham; pools of coal black were almost daring her to disagree with his choice of den.

[misty]

Miro's Promise
^{There's nothing you can 'teach' me.}

<sup>Crest held high and tail almost vertical, shaggy fur rustling in the wind, million-dollar smile flashing, orbs giving some lucky femme a wink to swoon over; that was Miro's entrance. He looked quite the opposite of a slave being dragged of to 'school'. In fact, one would almost mistake him for the master, and his obviously distressed companion as the slave. Well, almost. No master would act so cocky and inattentive to his slave, and no slave would have a presence that commanded respect. Miro, on the other hand, commanded nothing but his own fantasies.

"My name is Havisham by the way, /Miss/ Havisham."

Miss Havisham? The name was as stuffy as its owner. The girl probably never let loose in her whole life! Miro knew her type, everything had to be done just so with her. First instinct told him to rebel, but a small light bulb lit in his head, giving him a new idea. If the lady was going to be the one pounding her silly ways into his head, he might as well get on her good side.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Havisham."

After introducing herself, the hag ignored Miro and began to discuss pens with Shanook. Miro paid little attention, he had no say in the decision anyways. Besides, there was a pretty little vix in the pen nearest him that would serve to occupy him till the two were finished. The femmora was a lovely creature, with fur the reddish color of the setting sun and orbs stained a rich green. The brute threw her a wink, but she only growled and turned her back to him. No wonder her master dumped her here.

"I feel that this would be a suitable pen for my slave."

Abandoning the she-wolf to inspect his new den, Miro almost fell to the ground when he saw what Shanook had picked. He was not to live in a den, but a crude, dark pit; a prison! The brujo had to restrain himself from biting at his master. This was no place to put a wolf like himself, its ugliness was a stark contrast to his godly frame. The b*stard!

But there was nothing Miro could do, shy of risking his neck so he could live in the gross hole with a few scars as well. At least there he wouldn't been here forever, he would make sure of that. Whatever Havisham decided to teach, he would learn it, for the time being anyway. Though it would be difficult to lower his pride, it just might make sure he wasn't stuck in this waste pit for the rest of his life.

This calls for vengeance, Shanook.</sup>

['Sanura]

Miss Havisham

Miss Havisham payed close attention to slave Miro. The way he reacted now would determine how Miss Havisham would deal with him later on in training. She turned her head to survey the den Shanook had picked for his slave. A class F pen it was used for the least suitable slaves, Miss Havisham wondered what the slave had done to warrant his masters wrath. She nodded her head. Very well this was to be slave Miro's new home. Time to get him settled, howling long and loud she called for her slave Salira to come assist her. She needed to speak with Master Shanook and she needed someone to make sure Miro got settled in his pen while she was gone. She turned and spoke to Shanook,
"I have summoned my slave to assist me, there are some matters we have to discuss before you can leave." Her words out she waited patiently for Salira. This would be a test for the slave, Miss Havisham hoped for her sake she would perform well.

For: Anger, Misty, and Flower.
Word Count: 191.
Muse Level: Not all that good.
Comments: Sorry!

[flower]

_{Salira's eyes opened at the sound of a long wolf howl. She knew it was probably Miss Havisham calling for her assistance. She cantered out of her den and toward the sound of the wolf. She was still not happy about this whole set up, but it was better than being in a mean master's home. Maybe even this way, she would be able to boss other slaves around. Just maybe...
Salira saw Miss Havisham and two others standing in front of a horrible pen. She was so glad that was no her at the moment. She could not stand to sleep of even be near that pen. She looked at Havisham, and wondered what she had needed from her. Salira felt tension in the air. She kind of guessed that the slave was upset about his sleeping quarters and his master was very smug.
"Yes Miss Havisham?" The horse said. She stood there patiently waiting for anyone to speak. She did not know how her first task would go, but she figured she would soon find out.}

[Bengal Brat]

"I have summoned my slave to assist me, there are some matters we have to discuss before you can leave."

Shanook merely dipped his head in acknowledgement towards Havisham's statement. He was almost positive that there was going to be a discussion about what Miro did to displease his master so much, and boy, was the brute ready to let the world know what an .ss his slave was. His thoughts were soon interrupted, though, by a slave's lyrics.

"Yes, Miss Havisham?"

Shanook glanced over in the slave's direction before looking back to the she-wolf before him. Then, unsure of what he really saw, the brujo couldn't help but do a double take. A horse? Miss Havisham, a wolf, had a horse as a slave? Wow. Perhaps there really was hope that she could whip Miro's .ss into shape after all.

"Shall we find somewhere quiet to discuss matters?"

His attention was then given fully to Havisham as he spoke, his vocals as rough and bland as usual. He knew very well that Miro was privately wishing that he could maul his master, but Nook honestly didn't care. Wish what he wants; there was nothing that the pathetic excuse for a brute wolven could do to someone of his level.

[misty]

Miro's Promise
^{Woah now. What's this?}

<sup>"I have summoned my slave to assist me, there are some matters we have to discuss before you can leave."

Come, Shanook, we must discuss other ways to torture Miro before you go. Oh how fun this shall be!

If he had dared to say them out loud, Miro's vocals would have been mocking and spiteful as they formed the words. Shanook was definitely not his favorite wolf, but Miss Havisham was pushing it. Not only was she going to be pushing him around for the next who-knows-how-many weeks, but she acted like this villainy was perfectly fine! The idiot hag was going on his "To-Be-Killed list" as soon as he got out of here. Right under Shanook. Her horse would go on there as well.

Wait, her horse? Yeesh, this lady was tougher than he thought. If she whipped that big thing into submission, what what would she do to him? Miro shuddered slightly at the thought of of what he could be confronted with: dozens of rabid wolves to fight, a stamped of wild horses to escape from, giant pits of snakes . . . Maybe he was going too far. His imagination must have run away with him for a moment. Just in case, he might want to behave for now.

"So your Havisham's slave? Could you give me a quick tour of the place, just so I know my way around if Havisham takes me outta that thing sometime? Sorry, Miss Havisham."

Though his words were apologetic, Miro's vocals weren't. It was his plan to get the horse to unawarely show him any escape routes. At least he would get to see where any cute femmes were housed. How's that for a win-win? Tilting his head in a friendly manner, he tried to win the equine's affections. He'd never had to actually talk with a horse before, but he hoped his friendly actions would transmit the right message.</sup>

['Sanura]

Miss Havisham

Havisham addressed Salira,
"Salira, please watch over slave Miro while I have a word with Master Shanook. Do not go anywhere from this pen," and with that she left the two slaves. She was more interested in how Salira would present herself on this first assignment of hers. If she did well, well then things would go well, that was Miss Havisham she may be an annoying old hag, but she was most certainly fair. It was an odd thing for the girl to have, considering how bitter she was. When Havisham felt they were a good distance away from the slaves she turned to Shanook.
"Master Shanook, I understand you don't want your slave injured or killed?" she laughed, though not a happy one, cynical would be a good word to decribe it, "What use would he be to you then? So I would like to know more about his 'problems' per say. And do you want him to learn anything in particular while he's here? And last of all how long do you plan on keeping him here?" She cocked her head to the side waiting for his reply, all information she asked of him was very important. She needed to know everything about the slave Miro...

For: Anger, and Misty.
Word Count: 226.
Muse Level: School is an evil muse sucker!(not to mention time sucker!)
Comments: Eh, sorry for taking so long...

[Bengal Brat]

"Master Shanook, I understand you don't want your slave injured or killed? What use would he be to you then? So I would like to know more about his 'problems' per say. And do you want him to learn anything in particular while he's here? And last of all how long do you plan on keeping him here?"

A smirk danced its way onto his maw when Miss Havisham spoke about how he didn't wish for Miro to be injured or killed. He had his reasons, and no one needed to know them. However, for her, he'd let the cat out of the bag. After all... it was very important that the she-wolf knew everything about his slave and her pupil.

"I don't want him to be injured or killed if it's not necessary. If you need to cuff him alongside the head, then that's perfectly fine. I just don't want him to come back in bits and pieces; what use to me would he be then? He's a good way to help my pack to grow in size --with my permission, of course-- without my lines going into some worthless slave pups. As for his behavior... Miro is a big-headed .sshole who thinks he's one hell of a stud. He's not. From the moment that we met him, the dumb brute has had a massive crush on my mate, Cecilia, and does absolutely nothing to hide it. There's no doubt in the world that if it had just been her at the Auction Rock, he would have mounted her right then and there. He looks at all the females, especially Cecilia, and acts as if they all love him, when quite frankly, they think he's a dooshbag, which he is. Miro also seems to think that he's the alpha and that myself and all others above him are the slaves. He has a big head that I don't have the time --or patience-- to deflate, especially with my mate expecting her pups any day now."

He had talked a streak, and was only half done. So what? Shanook was the type of wolf who would walk right up to Miro and beat the living daylights out of him within an inch of his life, but then he couldn't gain more slaves with his lineage, which definately would not do. Not for this brute. What did she want him to learn while he was here? How long as Miro going to live in the very strict she-wolf's land? What dumb questions. Well... wait a minute. Perhaps one wasn't all that stupid after all. If Miss Havisham was willing to teach Miro whatever it was that his cruel master, Nook, wished for him to learn, then why not just tell her? It would be a guranteed deflation of the idiot slave's big head, after all, and Shanook wouldn't have to lift a paw... at least... not really.

"As for what he should learn while spending his life with you, I wish for you to teach Miro the basic behavior in which is expected of a slave, especially the respect that is demanded by all who are ranked much higher than him in life and submission that will, without a doubt, be physically knocked into his thick head by me personally if he doesn't learn it now. I also would like for my ignorant slave to learn that the ladies are not checking him out, and that my Cecilia is out of his league. If at all possible, I want him to remain here until those lessons can be bashed into his mind for life."

Well... now that Shanook had told Miss Havisham what he wanted for her to teach the stupid b.stard and how long he expected him to remain here, he should probably bid Miro a 'farewell,' which, of course, will be most unpleasant, and then leave. No? Well... he'd love to see the vix, who, surprisingly, was not all that bad to look at, beat the crap out of Miro for some stupid move that he was obviously going to make within his first thirty seconds in these dreary, unpleasant lands. However, if he wanted to watch the idiot suffer from agonizing pain and his looks go down the drain, he could do it personally when he returned home to Benstripe Woods and 'forgot' all of the training in which he had 'never' received. What a fool he was to mess with the likes of Shanook. Even if he didn't have the time or patience to teach Miro that he was a stupid numskull who was by far worth much, much less than the scum of the earth, Shanook was definately able to pack a punch and inflict serious injury --and perhaps even permanant damage if the need ever seemed to occur-- so the ignorant b.stard of a slave had sure as hell watch out.

[misty]

^{((I'll wait for Flower to post.))}