//And Im here, yet again. Again.\\ [Open]

[dutches401]

.Nykledermik.

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Again. Again...Im here again. The thoughts ran through his head like a broken record, repetitive. A thick, rusted chain hung tight to his neck, so tight that his skin had almost overgrown it, as if he where the young pup placed out in the back yard and forgotten about. The wolf encased in the chains was tall, and quite lanky, deffinately with a look of pure speed, but there was strength behind it, and he knew just how to work his abilities to his advantage. The brute was scarred, used to being in fights, he knew what he was doing, and he was a determined young mongrel. His head was broad, but proportionate to his lanky body, and he had the usual facial markings of the traditional timberwolf, with slightly more cream than average. His back was covered in many black guard hairs that faded into cream as it crept towards his stomach, but one exception was the way the grey just above his shoulder fanned out under his throat where it receded in a point. His tail was fanned and fluffy, with the usual amount of grey, guard hairs and cream, the rest of his body was a dark beige or rich cream colour. And his pelt fanned out in many places, giving him an almost fluffy young pup look. But he was a full grown adult, as obvious by size and amount of battle scars that call his body 'home'.

The chain nearly slipped from the large master's hands as the brute pulled against the chains violently, snarls erupted from his throat and he pushed hard against the chain. So much that it hurt, he could barely breathe with the pressure of the thick coils to his windpipe, but he wouldnt give up without a fight. And he yanked and he pulled, until he was gaping for air as his master placed the chain onto a stake in the ground. And then, he was just left there, abandoned, like the christmas pup the boy got bored with. Again. This place. Again. and the record played again. As the timber wolf regained his breath, he began to take in his surroundings. When he actually began to notice the thing around him, the first thing he saw was the ever so common site of the large rock he was tied near. Large, stone grey, the only thing woth looking at in this wretched place. The auction rock. Everything else was a pitiful sight, tortured souls of slaves scatter the ground like filth, and the masters that bid on them jumped excitedly at the thought of taking home yet another new slave to their inventory. The thought of this made Nyk angry, his legs burned with rage and out of the blue the tall brute exploded into a series of snarls, growls, and barks while pulling and tugging at his chains. He whipped through the air like a kite on a summer afternoon, turning everywhich way, determined to break free. But with every leap and every twist, he just brought himself closer to breaking his neck.

The silver guarded hairs on the back of his thick skinned neck rose like needles on a pin cushin as he began to go mad, snapping at the smallest of things, like flies or the slight movement of a master in the distance. It would be deffinately hard for him to get a master this time, his rage was worse than ever, he was even more unpredictable to with the previous master. Heck, who knew if he would even get a new master. He might just be stuck at auction rock for the remainder of his time, which wouldnt be long without food or water. With this, the brute slowly settled, but his uproar began again if any on the creatures began to near him, and they quickly hightailed for either a better conversation or an easier slave to deal with. His effots to escape, though, where futile as ever, the chain was to thick, and much too tight, almost as if he had become one with the peice of junk metal that was used to keep him around. Maybe if it wasnt for his attitude he might be worth getting a new chain from time to time, or maybe being allowed the chain slightly looser so that maybe, just maybe he could feel the breeze on the band of skin under the ammense weight. AGAIN!! He shouted in his head and his eyes turned to depression, which quickly switched gears and became rage and anger, betrayel and hatred.
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Muse;; Nothing, I had no music at all during this DD:
Word count;; 776
Notes;; Soz, its horrid I knows!

[Pink Rose]

Sweet Dreams
Could You
Possibly Change...


Dream was not in a good modd to day, and she felt like getting a new slave to boss around. It wasn't her nature, but... it was her mood today. She growled and stalked around, looking for the right slave to pick a fight with. She knew, Realm might not like him, but the the heck. Dream shook her head and dragged her paws along. She missed talking to Realm. Recently, they hadn't been talking much. She sighed. Maybe that was getting her in this mood? She growled as she saw that male. In the back of her mind, she was frightened, for he was a mean looking male, and she was in heat. Dream shook her thoughts away and walked up to his pen in disgust.

"Ignorant male. What is your calling?"

Dream growled and stood at the gate. Her eyes were narrowed and flashed in anger. She shook her head. Realm. Realm. She missed him, but, maybe she was being pushy. She needed a new slave anyway. Apache Island was empty. She hated walking around alone. Most of the slaves were 'inactive' not doing much. Dream didn't get why all her slaves were so 'quiet'. Whatever, it didn't matter. She held her head high, trying to match the brujo's height. She was female and much smaller, which made her insecure.

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"Ignorant male. What is your calling?" The voice raked his eardrums in a bittersweet tone, and as sudden as the blink of an eye he broke out into a violent rage. His body turned everywhich way, legs bracing when the clutched the ground, only to be thrown up again moments later. A snarl uproared from his throat as his legs tightened, hackles raised, the fur on the back of his neck as straight as needles on a pin cushion. His lips drew back, revealing pearly white daggers, the front of his body lowered in attack formation, and he looked as if he was a rabid dog. Then he saw her, the creator of the voice, a small, elegant female, Nyk hadnt seen any wolves that looked anything like this. But he wouldnt let her looks gaze him, he was on a mission, nothing could detour him from that. Nothing. She as well had quite the sour expression to her face. This small young female wouldnt want him, would she?

His ears drew back and pinned harshly against his cranium, a cruel, sadistic glaze in his eyes, but also the harsh depression that consumed his very soul, which in turn he morphed into anger and rage. A smirk grew on this brutes face, it was his turn to speak. And in a sudden rage of snarls, he managed to output "Nykledermik!!" his voice was scratchy and cruel, his words hung in the air like heavy ornaments. The feminine looking brute was quite tall with his racy legs, but he had a good amount of muscle that gets him out of alot of fights unharmed and fully alive thank god. And he yanked at the chain again, and again, his legs where sore, his back was throbbing with pain and he was worn out, exhausted. The way he had been acting and how long it had lasted most would have thought he would have broken his spine or atleast fell from exhaustion. But he pushed his body to the limits, he wasnt about to give up, even though he knew he wouldnt escape the chains he was tied down with.

"Foolish mongrel, What heeds your interest over here? Hmm, what is of any interest here? Your interest." He was like a broken record, definite high insanity levels apparent. Everyone else was shying away, obviously not wanting to be anywhere near the brute. All except her, this one female had the strength and bravery to walk right up to him, and of course there was a hint of fear and hesitation in her eyes, but the fact that she, and a female for the most part, could swallow her fears and charge right up to him. He respected her courage, but nothing more, and he wouldnt even dare show it, no no. Another smirk fled across his face as he awaited an answer to his maniacle questiong

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Notes;; Bleh, sorry so late, I got caught up in school work with school starting monday and all. Its horrid and short, again sorry

[Pink Rose]

Dream
Don't Let Me...

Insanity. Complete insanity. She would need Realm's help to control him. She smirked and opened the gate, walked in, and opened his chains. "You're free of chains, now come on, now." Her voice was soft. Nyk would need help. Alot of help. Dream wagged her tail, but it was still in dominant postition. She shook her fur. The poo wolf, he must have been driven insane by slavery. His haven had come. "Don't worry Nyk, your haven is soon to come." She smiled. Although he would probably need to go to slave school after awhile. Dream's thoughs swirled around her head. Again and again, she felt sympathetic. She smiled at him warmly, trying to make him feel better.

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<sup>Nyk smirked, as his chains rattled down. Of course, the chain on his neck was mighty tighy, and had molded into position, it would take much work to remove. And without it, he would surely attempt to escape, for he had no guilt or remorse, especially with the insanity that was his mind. When the chains clinked together as they fell to the floor, he shook his timber pelt, dust flew from all angers, as if he had just been given a bath and was trying to rid himself of the heavy water. 'RUN FOOL, Run! Take off! Heres your chance!' His mind screamed at him, he growled at the voices, a smirk on his face. 'Not yet. Its expected. She would be ready for it' He snapped at the air vicously, shutting the inside of his head up, returning to the mindless attacking machine he seemed like. His hackles stood straight up, like pins on a pin cushion, refusing to die down as this female stood before him, claiming him as if he was a peice of meat at the butchers or some pair of shoes at the mall. But he was hardly worth two looks, too uncontrollable for one wolf to handle, i guess thats how he ended up here. Again. For the 6th, 7th, maybe even 8th or more so times.

The chain that remained on his neck was heavy, but he was used to it, it had built up the muscles in his shoulder, though he was still framed by a feminine figure, yet tall that seemed to tower others, almost as if he where meant to be the racey time, born accidently among the timber wolves. Nyk looked up wryly as she smiled at him, warm and caring it seemed, he didnt fall for it. He had been hurt too many times to let this female trick him into something he would surely regret. And what was this talk of a haven? There was no such thing, especially if it where a place that Nyk was going, he was surely going someplace unhappy and full of abuse, it was common for him, he expected it and would gladly show his rage back. She seemed to want him to think otherwise, and he moved to her side with clenched muscles, and a tight sour expression to his face, a low growl continuosly caking his vocal chords. "You cant full me. Your all the same. All the freaking same" He mumbled angrily and sorely beneath his breath, and reluctantly stood at her side, awaiting her departure.</sup>

ooc//Sorry for lateness and shortness, i was busy studying for exams. I shouldnt be too busy tommorow after 5.30est so if you reply i might be able to get a better fuller responses to that

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Thunder
Doesn't look like that is gonna work out.

Thunder, being the ignorant brujo that he was decided to take a little field trip. He didn't come here often, but when he did, a prize he held. Slipping his worn pads over the plain dirt flooring of the filthy ground, a slow pace emerged. The kind wolven was here mostly on account of finding a new beta after Ryden had died. Just like he had wanted, a picture of something interesting played before him. Dream, a "master" was trying to take down a mighty and strong brute. He knew that would never happen and he seemed worthy to be Thun's beta.

Stepping over to the duo carefully and silently, he dipped his head into greeting to the brute and the fem. "I know Dream can offer you much, but still not freedom. I can offer you that. As well as a place in the Hierarchy." Smirking indignantly at Dream, he moved his gaze to the brute that this was over. "I need to know the name of the brute that this is over, don't I? Speak up." It was kindish...not what he usually said or did, but this brute seemed perfect and he wasn't backing down. Slipping his venomous jaws into a smirk at Dream, he turned his attention again back at the brute. He knew that Dream would probably challenge him, but he would just walk away with this new friend. But, if the brute thought that they had to fight, he would.

[Pink Rose]

Dream

Dream watched the slave, all she could do was breath. He was the craziest thing he'd ever seen in his life! The female blinked and started to walk, making sure he was behind her, until she was had the scent of Thunder. She was face to face with him! "Oh my. Sorry, I almost bumped into you." Dream smiled, her voice sounding amused. "Thunder.... Do not take my slave. I claimed him. I can offer him freedom, and I am thinking you are only sweet-talking him?" Dream smirked. Picking fights were fun! What else was she supposed to do with her anger?

Dream was caught up in her thoughts. What if he attacked? Would Realm be her savior and be here? No, that would be just plain odd. Well maybe not? Odd part is that I'm sure he's back at Apache Island! Dream sighed and stepped closer to Nyk. "His name is Nykledermik. I would rather call him Nyk, though." Dream was have joking have serious. Wow, his name was long! Nyk was much better.

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^{ooc;; I'll wait for Nyk's Rper to respond..-sucks so bad at remembering names- Sorry....-sheepish look-}

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ooc// Alright guys, I appreciate the patience. Exams are almost over, two more days then i have 4 day weekend. I may have failed a class of two, just a warning, so if im not on, im grounded. In the process of getting a reply now. Sorry for the wait.