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Post by raven on Feb 17, 2008 20:04:26 GMT -5
So here I am. The thought repeated over and over in the females mind. On weary paws she traveled, dodging around other wolves in this land flecked with fear and displeasure. She continued on, though. What choice did she have? She had been sent here by her previous master. Her lips pulled into a snarl at the thought of him. How she had despised him. Oh, how she hoped he would rot and die somewhere. But then the next question that had been haunting her came: would her next master, if anyone wanted her, be any better?
She snorted at the thought, a scowl passing over her features. Ha. In her opinion, the brutes were all alike. Her one experience with a master had caused her to think so very lowly of them. So she treaded through this horrid place, her brown eyes staring straight ahead of her, wandering who would come.
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Post by malice on Feb 17, 2008 23:37:40 GMT -5
The [M]alice in my heart Malice was not in a good mood today. The calm and generally gentle attitude he had begun to form was gone. He would probably find some other wolf to vent his attitude out on instead of going near his current wolves in which he favored to an extent. Malice looked for a wolf to serve his purposes, or maybe become another part of his pack if they were lucky. The ungraceful sound of a snort, the sound form a female came from right next to him. He turned to see a brown eyed, bad attitude in the making. It might have rivaled his own had she paid more attention. Pale blue eyes blazed into her form, then he seemed to calm seeing another wolf slave as he had a few times before. "Vixen, what is your name?" He said composing himself in a passive demeanor. May never fade... |
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Post by raven on Feb 17, 2008 23:50:21 GMT -5
Her auds perked forward as the sound of a male voice reached them. Whirling, her brown eyes met his blue ones and she growled. Vixen? Was that how he was going to address her? She took several steps backwards and held her head high, eyes narrowing slightly. Despite what she knew about how masters would treat defiant slaves, she pushed the thought aside. "Vixen, is it? You might be so lucky to get a response to that question if you think of another way to address me." She said, her words low and spiteful. Old memories of her previous master flooded back to her, and her growl turned into a snarl. No, this was going to be different. Or so she thought.
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Post by malice on Feb 18, 2008 0:04:50 GMT -5
The [M]alice in my heart Malice was not one to take lightly to insults. The female's voice held so much venom and defiance that Malice felt he teeth bared and fur prickle. With fur on end he seemed slightly larger than his already broad form. This female would learn her place among an alpha. It did not matter how nice he was to the others, this one would calm herself quickly or learn quick what real slave life was like, "You will answer my question no matter the way you are addressed, or do you want a nice scar across your muzzle?" He snarled, prepared to rip the slender female apart. He considered buying her, simply to pleasure himself in training the female how a slave was supposed to be. Possibly burden her with either difficult tasks or offspring. Her attitude was asking for that first option. He could already see himself punishing her for any back talking she was holding back. Grows stronger within... |
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Post by raven on Feb 18, 2008 0:28:14 GMT -5
She snarled, ears splayed back against her skull and hackles raised. He was really starting to make her mad, and she could only guess the feeling was mutual. So he thought that he could handle her? Well, she said otherwise. Though the fae was being incredibly foolish, she continued on in her snappish way. "Oh, no, we wouldn't want that." She said mockingly, her voice still bitter. "Since you seem to be dieing to know, you may call me Acantha." She scowled slightly, eying the brute with extreme dislike. The icy edge had never left her voice, and she did not think it would for a while. She already was not very fond of this wolf brute, and she was certainly showing it, despite what trouble she may have gotten herself into.
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Post by malice on Feb 18, 2008 9:45:53 GMT -5
The [M]alice in my heart The female was picking the wrong day to mess with Malice. He doubted her last master had the guts to put up with her. Malice was not so cowardly. He currently had the time and space to mold this wolf into something proud. Oh no, he had no intentions of striking fear into her heart that she become another one of those mindless slaves. Still, he would show her what the title 'slave' means. Why Malice did not walk away at the first signs of a disobedient slave he wasn't sure. Even a challenge as small as this was attracting his attention, any other master would have probably killed her without thought. He completely ignored her mocking words, and only held ears for her name. "My name is Malice, and since your so quick with your words we will not be going straight home." He said. Malice wondered if she would follow or be dragged at the scruff. May never fade... |
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Post by raven on Feb 18, 2008 15:26:04 GMT -5
Acantha's auds perked forward when he spoke, and her hackles had lowered slightly. But when hearing what he said her ears flattened against her skull once more, and her fur quickly grew on end. She snarled loudly, shaking her head. "And what makes you think I would come with you?" She spat. Deep down inside, she knew that she had no choice. Aside, she tucked her tail and lowered herself into a sitting position. Giving the male a looking that said 'I'm-not-going-anywhere', she could only wonder would he would do next. She had been pushing her luck, after all, and she had absolutely no idea what he would sit back and take- or for how long, for that matter. She had no doubt that she would either have to go willing, or be drug to...wherever. Now only time would be able to tell.
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Post by malice on Feb 18, 2008 15:49:16 GMT -5
The [M]alice in my heart He really began to wonder how long she had been a slave, if ever a proper one. This would not do well with his temper. She would be lucky if he didn't kill her before sunset. Still, the thought of dragging this female have him feel like laughing. Did she really think it would be comfortable going over rocks and dirt the entire way? Oh he had plans. Chuckling deeply, he growled with the ficiousness that had earned him such a name, "What makes you think I didn't mean by force or by will." He barked. Before she could react, he lunged and latched his teeth on the the loose skin of her neck, and not gently. If she did not come to her senses, by the time he had dragged her to thier destination he would taste her blood. Grows stronger withtin... |
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Post by raven on Feb 18, 2008 15:58:51 GMT -5
Acantha had barely had time to hear what he had barked at her before he lunged forward. She jumped slightly, but had no more time to react beyond that before he latched onto the scruff of her neck, quite roughly at that. She barked once, attempting to twist around and bite the brute, quite hard. But when she realized she could not turn at such an angle without causing herself more pain, she simply settled for trying to pull away from him. She kept at that for a bit, growling and barking the whole time, occasionally twisting or laying on the ground. But she soon realized that that would not work, either. Acantha gave one last weak pull as an attempt to break loose, knowing it wasn't worth it. She then sat still, breathing heavily but staying silent and motionless.
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Post by † Kadaver † on Mar 9, 2008 13:23:01 GMT -5
Archived, since there hasn't been a reply in awhile. If you need it back PM me.
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