Post by Maya on Feb 16, 2012 23:47:50 GMT -5
Sirona
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[/blockquote][/color]Auburn eyes roved across the rocky land that made up Auktion Rock. The sights were all too familiar as slaves lined up in neat and tidy rows to be sized up by dominor’s with egos twice the size to make up for what they lacked in particular areas. The stench caused a look of disgust to ripple across her smoothed façade, causing defined creases around her eyes and muzzle. Her body lurched forward at the odor as bile tickled the back of her throat before the female swallowed it back. Rock walls of the softest colors made it nearly impossible for others to claw their ways to freedom. Despite how foreboding the place looked, the female walked in with a sense of familiarity. She smiled, nodding in acknowledgment to other slaves and even dominors she had seen through her visits here. A measly rope was put around her neck and was a bit slacked as she was keeping pace with the defeated male who was “leading” her along.
”And here I thought we were having such a good time together,” the words were filled with a teasing venom that had riled the male one too many times. She had provoked him, pulled away when he nearly got what he wanted, and the clever female outsmarted him. She gave him a coy smile, eyes roving his muscular form as he growled at her, mumbling to himself. Sirona laughed with ease, eyes dancing with delight that mocked him just so. She heard the exchanges the male made with the others, hearing them whisper about how she had been dropped off here for the eleventh time this week in a matter of minutes it seemed. She tossed them a smirk full of pride at their words, practically basking in the rays of their admiration for remembering her face and name. Hell, she felt as if the Rock was becoming her home. She greeted other slaves freely, calling them by name, and watching them stare at her with hidden looks of amusement. Oh yes, Sirona was back.
It never failed to please her inner self on just how fast she could get her new “master” to bring her back here. Today she had broken a record, and it was a record she wanted to replace with another. Sirona was a handful, one that was too much for others to care for. Her rebellious ways had yet to crack and under all the constant punishments, she still rose with a mouth filled with an opinion that she intended for others to hear. The cream colored female walked with strides that seemed to emanate a feel that she was the Rock’s one and only celebrity. She gave a charming smile here and there, her hips swaying to taunt males that were far out of her grasp and not even close to her level. She felt at peace here but the whole foul stench had to go if she wanted to call this place home. The slaves balked at her confidence, secretly envious of it as she passed by.
There was pressure against her neck, the rope grew taut and Sirona was jarred a bit. She glared at the male, snapping her head back at him and watched him cringe as though he feared what she was going to say. ”Where are those manners I taught you? Oh well, I suppose you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, especially one as mangy and flea infested like you,” she spoke primly, smirking as the male bared his teeth, snarling at the words. The situation was quickly diffused by the other males as they ushered him out of the Rock and left Sirona behind. ”Ta-ta, darling! It was nice knowing you!” She gave a smile to go along with her farewell, shifting around and arousing the dust beneath her paws. Her eyes scoured the region, searching for her next victim and hoping that someone was dumb enough to take her. She laughed to herself quietly. Someone always was.
