Pretty Little Rose {Open}

[starlingshour]

Aleshanee

A puppy am I,

Will you play with me?

Low, hiding, stalking; Anie awaits her toy. The butterfly twits about in the breeze. Landing on a tulip Anie grins. On the count of three she springs. Her tail wags as she lands on the flower. Sniffing at her closed paws Anie cannot find the butterfly. Alarmed she opens her paws and stuffs her nose in the grass there. Upon not finding the insect Anie looks up. There flew the butterfly. Anie just knew it was laughing at her! Giving chase to the thing her bodice moved in a rythmic motion. A smoothe motion like dancing. Anie's toungue lolled out of her mouth. Two more steps and she would be upon the thing. One more step. Excitement flowed throughout her. A spring and she was in the air. Her paws reached out ready to catch the thing when a noose wrapped around her delicate neck and pulled her to the ground.

The wind was knocked out of Anie and she struggled for breathe. Looking up at her captor with her big blue eyes she wimpered. It was a sad sight for a adult wolf to be seen begging, but thats Anie for you. She grappled at the rope around her neck, trying to bite at it but only running in circles. She kicked at it with her back feet but it was a futile effort. Once she realized that she was trapped and there was no escaping she growled.

Anie tugged on the rope. She didn't care that it cut off circulation or her breatheing she just wanted to be free. Her eyes became wild and no longer did Anie think about her actions. Turning on the her captor she growled, her teeth showing. As a hurt beast would be in the wild Anie cowered before the adult male. Any attempt he made to get close to her was responded to by a growl of hatred and terror.

The butterfly had flown off now and Anie knew she was utterly alone. This made her more scared. Claws dug into the ground, resisting any tug on the rope made by her captor. The guard was officially annoyed with the beautiful little fae so he stalked forward and made to hit her over the head with a massive black paw. Anie growled and when he was close enough she lunged and grabbed on to his forearm. Her jaws were locked, no amount of struggling would be able to pry her off now. Blood trickled down into her maw and Anie gladly licked it up with her toungue. Murder shown in her captor's eyes and if someone did not come to help her soon she would be killed for sure.

[misty]

A wolf lay crouched in the grass, its eyes staring intently on its prey. The animal seemed almost a statue, so still did it hold itself. The prey, a small rabbit, inched closer. Still the wolf did not move. A few more hops, a pause to nibble at some grass, another hop, another pause--the wolf sprang, sinking his teeth deep into the flesh, whipping around the rabbit until a snap announced the breaking of its spine. With an air of satisfaction and a smile, Moloch settled down to his meal. First he licked the blood from the holes left by his teeth, then the brute ripped open the rabbit's soft skin, licking up the blood as it pooled. As the warm liquid ran down his throat, he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of heat spreading through his body. Opening his orbs, Moloch bit into the juicy meat wrapped around the rabbit's bones. He ate ravenously, as if this was his first catch in several days. The male did not look gaunt or starved, though, and his coat shone with a luster that an underfed wolf's fur would not posses.

The sounds of a skirmish interrupted Moloch's meal. He acknowledged the noise with a flick of his ear, but his eyes did not stray from his meal until he had picked every last bone clean. Leaving the skeleton for some other animal to drag away, the wolf finally went to see what was happening. He came to the top of a small ridge to see a sight very familiar to him. Merely ten feet in front of him was a large slave trader grappling with a smaller wolf, a female, whose neck was firmly in the clutches of a noose. Moloch had seen several battles between guards and slaves at the Rock, though he had never seen a guard outside that area. He chuckled as the female wrapped her jaws around the male's leg and bit down. The male yelped like a scared pup as she did so, giving Moloch another reason to laugh. The guard, enraged, clearly wanted the vixen dead. He lunged about in a haphazard manner, swinging his paws but never actually hitting anything. Moloch casually strolled closer, careful to avoid the brujo's flailing paws. Settling himself to the side, he calmly waited for a moment when he could speak.

The guard began to slow his paws, realizing that he was getting nowhere with his current attack plan. Between his jabs at the femme, Moloch decided to speak. "Having a little trouble with your slave?" His face bore little emotion, but the ridicule showed plainly in his voice. "'Tis a sad day when a guard is beaten by a scrawny b*tch," he chuckled, noticing the brute's aggravation. Stepping forward, he rammed the guard, knocking the male off his paws. Placing his own paw on the bloke's neck, Moloch finally spoke to the female. "You can release him now, vix."

For: Star
Words: 508
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[starlingshour]

The larger male wolf was trying to clock Anie over her head with the paw in which she did not have gripped between her jaws. Her body was moving in ways in which it was not supposed to while trying to hang on to his other paw. She had already cracked her back neck and shoulders but she was pretty sure that he wanted just to crack her skull.

The older wolf was fuming when he decided his struggling was doing himself no good. Still Anie would not let go. Smelling the air she could recognize the scent of another wolf, another male wolf. Did heget reinforcements? It did not matter, Anie would rather die than let go of this male while she was still in jepardy. The whites of her eyes still showed making her look like someone who should be in an asylum.

Having a little trouble with your slave? Tis a sad day when a guard is beaten by a scrawny b*tch.

Anie did not understand. She mainly communicated by body language and only knew a select few words. Anie felt that she was being threatened by the other wolf she dug her teeth into the male's paw and let a growl come from her lips. Her eyes followed the new comer with intensity. When the other male knocked down the one in which she had been gripping her body flung with him. he hit the ground hard but was soon on her feet with the male's paw still in her mouth.

You can release him now, vix.

Anie still wasn't sure what he was saying but it was obviously directed towards her. He probably wanted her to let his 'friend' go, but them why would he threaten his friend with death? Her jaw unlocked her her teeth slid out of the paw slowly. When she had taken her mouth off of him she jumped backward, wanting to get as far away from them as she could. Unfortunately the brute had fallen on the rope which she was attached and wait didn't allow her to run away. Wimpering now she tugged on the rope as hard as she could but it wouldn't budge.

The wolfess' eyes turned up in a puppy face to the male who had thrown down the other male. She wanted help from him so she oculd go and find her butterfly friend.

ooc: sorry this is so bad, I need to regain my muse for her.

[misty]

She didn't seem to understand a word he said. Moloch watched with interest as the femme tried to decipher his intentions. Though she remained hostile to him before, she seemed to accept that he was not going to hurt her after he attacked her captor. She pulled away, her eyes still wide with fear, only to stop abruptly. Moloch leaned forward, pushing down on the other brute until he was gasping for breath. Moloch liked the sound, a symphony of pain and fear, but shifted his weight so as not to kill the guard. The noose still held the vixen's neck firmly within it's woven loop. He didn't want to lose his control over the slave's movements, but a choking wolf would never move fast enough. Showing his teeth to the guard in a clear warning not to try anything, Moloch inched closer and grabbed the knot in the rope around the fem's throat. Pulling, he managed to loosen the noose.

As he looked at the female's face, he could see plainly written there a look of pleading hope. Something, though he knew not what, clicked in his mind. She speaks by body language. Moloch could not find an explanation for this, for she was obviously not mute or deaf. Sighing, he resigned himself to using his body to communicate with her. He hated using only simple motions; they were so imprecise compared to the spoken language. However, as much as he hated that method of communication, he enjoyed using it to display one thing: dominance.

Drawing himself up to his full height, he brought his tail up high. Looking the femme straight in the eyes, he walked stiff-legged to her. He was challenging her to a fight for dominance, though from what he had seen, she was the type of wolf who would roll over and accept his leadership. As he was staring her down, Moloch was distracted by noises from the guard. He had been lying on the ground, trying to recover from nearly choking, but now it seemed he had gotten his breath back. Moloch's lips drew back in a snarl. Taking advantage of the brujo's still-weak condition, Moloch rammed him again. The guard landed on his back and Moloch went straight for the throat. Clamping his jaws around the soft flesh, he nearly howled in delight at the salty blood that came pouring in. Taking a moment to let it fill his mouth, Moloch drew back, leaving the guard to bleed to death. He turned to the vix, his muzzle stained crimson by the fluid.

"Well, m'darlin', it is time to take you to your new home." A wicked smile crossed his lips for a fleeting moment, before they returned to the shape of a harmless grin.

[starlingshour]

The pretty little wolf was so relieved when the male loosened the noose that held her tight. She took a deep breathe in and then immediately started to back up until something the male did caught her eye. He walked stiffly toward her, challenging her. She didn't want to fight. She just wanted her butterfly. Maybe if she let him lead her she could find her butterfly. Walking forward she almost touched her nose to his. Aleshanee dropped to her knees and flopped over on he back. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth in a happy grin. But he wasn' over top of her anymore... The femmae flipped back up to her feet in one fluid movement.

She heard a snarl. Looking to her right she saw the male she had just succumbed to sinking his teeth into the guard that had tried to capture her. As delighted at seeing this male die Aleshanee was quite frightened that the other male was eating another wolf. Quickely she backed up seven feet. Her eyes showed whites and she was so scared now.

Well m'darlin', it is time to take you to your new home.

What was he growling at me for now, she thought. Is he coming after me now? Aleshanee showed a small amount of white teeth just because she didn't know what else to do. A pulse of adrenaline ran threw her body telling her to take tail and run.

Her light colored fur shown a bit in the sun at the moment and her tail was lowered and almost between her legs. Please don' eat me, please don't eat me, was the thought that kept running though her head. Slowly Aleshanee was backing up. Hopefully she could get away in time. Moving her weight her right side she was planning on springing to her left at any movment now. If she could just run fast enough.

The smell of fresh blood tingled at he nose. It smelled..good. No it should smell bad, its wolf blood; Aleshanee thought. Her knees began to tremble as she looked at that unwavering stare. Could she still run away since she rolled over to his leadership? She shuddered at the thought of having to stay with this cannible. Would he be able to change her mind? Probably, Aleshanee is so very gullible.

ooc: Sorry for the long length of not posting.