The Dainty Devil (Slave girl for sale)

[.Tally]

I watched him leave, limping for the fact I sort of scatched his paw..hard when he announced I was to be sold. I was a little testy at times. I always did as I was told in the end though. I was a pretty wolf I have to admit. I knew this and was told by my old masters. That didn't always mean it was the best though. It meant cruel making love addict wolves chose me over the others. My jet black paw tooka step forward and soon I was moving. I sat down in a spot out in the open. Right infront of the rock and noticable. Hey, I hated it here, it stunk. I mayaswell get a master quickly.

I was small I have to admit, but my size gave me a nice advantige for running sometimes. Swimming also, my old masters loved to see me swim. I could catch some bigger fish out in the water. Somehow one didn't relize how cold it was untill I pushed them in along with me. They got mad then. Ah well, it was funny to see.

I yawned and watched my surroundings. A boring looking white fae left with a black master. I saw some horses talking together off in the field. Wierd creatures those horses where.

[mynx]

My ink spilled pelt was blended well in the shadowsa of the treeline.The sun was high today and the heat atached itself to my muscular form with anxiousness.I was a large male, my short ebony fur sleek and rippling over the many toned muscles my body held.My leanh form made me more of a runner, but the power that was put into each stride was enough proof to any that I could fight just as well as run.I was no coward, but a soldier in the Northern Alps Army.My Master, Kaibutsu, was a viscious sight to even the most powerful of beasts, and the sick grey bastard had taught both me and my brother the ways of a killer.

Sharp black auditts froze and steps stopped as the satisfying form of a satisfying fae came into view.Her pelt was as sleek and groomed as my own and her small frame was nothing compared to mine.I came to stand alongside her with silence, each deadly movement matched with an unusual feline like grace.My steps, though accurate, were light and mere whispers over the wind.

What is your name fae?

Lyrics were deep yet filled with youth.They were dark, almost lingering with each syllable.They were the twisted words of a twisted wolf, something wicked of psychopathic tendancys.my lips curled to reveal my glistening fangs, yet no threatening snarl accompanied it.It was a gesture, a statment that I was the dominant here and I felt no hesitance to chew that into her if she dared question it.

[.Tally]

You could see the annoyence in my eyes. Well that question bored me. I watched him over with glaring eyes. He'd do. He had some nice muscles that I liked. I decided to near closer towards him and walked around him for a moment to see each part. He lingered on his words a bit longer than any sane wolf. So I knew I'd have to keep my eyes and ears alert. I blinked my eyes in a flirty way

"Cyree."

I reply curtly. My ears twitched. My jet black paw slicked back my ears for a moment. Than relaxed to the ground. I sat and curled my tail around my body. My lean figure had some muscles too. Not much but enough to show I wasn't some wimpy coward. I was pretty I have to admit. I wasn't cocky like my adopted sister was though. She was a brat. I sniffed the air to catch the smell on his pelt.

[mynx]

Another long, deep breath drew in her scents as she walked around me.Her frame, though a mess of muscles that commented her frame nicely, were hardly anything to match my own in a one on one battle.For this reason, and this reason alone I allowed the fae to encicle me, allowing her gaze to sear into me with admiration.I did not flinch under her gaze, nor did I move or shift.My frame was still, silent.Even the drawings of breath were a mere whisper and the rising of my chest small and even heaves barely noticable.For many years I had endured hard training and the penatrating glare of another did nothing to hinder me.As she came back to my front I matched her gaze of acceptance with my own, knowing well she would make a tasty treat for the pack.When she was given rank, perhaps I would see if she would be interested in a little fun.

I am Darcia, A soldier of the Northern Alps Pack.

So Cyree, what exactly are you capable of?

My tones were smooth and silken as always, dipped in a bittersweet darkness, perhaps with hints of flirtation.My multi hued gaze watched her, unwavering under every movment and shift in her for she made.I cared not what she was trained in, but what she could do.Perhaps, though trained in something such as bathing, she could also fight or track.Indeed it was skills such as these we saught in our pack, however, a good breed never hurt anyone either, and quite frankly Kiba, my brother, had been having much more luck then me.

[.Tally]

What was I capable of? Lots of stuff. I smirked to myself. Now was the choosing of what to tell him. For one he wouldn't know I knew some sneaky attacks from below, or that I have had a litter that where born dead. Of course now. I curled my tail around my paws, hiding all my front paws. My breakable frame stood perfectly still. I looked off to the side and having finally chosen what I was planning to say, I spoke.

"I have been taught in classic stuff for slaves, like bathing of masters and re-building a fern shelter, and pleasing. I have also been taught in swimming by my father. Oh! One more thing."

I paused and clicked my tounge. Debating how to word it. My tail swished back behind me. I twitched me ears and listened to the conversation next to me. I shook my head and spoke again. My words a bit more firm.

"I have taught myself,with the help of my father, To track small quick object, my size gives me the advantage which helps with me going fast. I can catch a squirell as long as it dosen't go up a tree. Badgers are fun to trap."

I smirked, I loved to run, te tracking of small things helped, since I would always have them in view. Badgers where really loud when they ran, fun.

[† Kadaver †]

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