--! Locked in a Tower

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P A L A I S

THINGS ARE SHAPING UP TO BE P R E T T Y O D D
LITTLE DEATHS IN MUSICAL BEDS
SO IT SEEMS IM SOMEONE IVE NEVER MET

It was like this place survived outside of time. The rhythms, fluctuations in traffic detonated by the amount of earth that was present in the stagnant air, though the bodies themselves changed, the faces didn't. The captors, with their stoney facades, mirrored the very walls which funneled throngs of perspective owners and future sklavin, unchanged by the suffering around them. The unlucky souls whom the gods had evidently long abandoned were brushed around, husks of what they once were or could have been. They stood by, watching, waiting, vultures for any scrap of hope or light that may have sunk down to their level. She could see it in their eyes, the ravenous desire for someone to come along and tell them that time existed beyond the vacuum of this place. Unfortunately, Palais was not the savior for them today, for today was her day to be judged.

Black paws absorbed the contours of the clay soil, analyzing each imperfection, and placing each detail within her endless memory.She did the same with the appearance of the wolves guiding her up her rocky path. One was a maned wolf, like herself, only with the correct colors in the right places. She always had an odd fascination with how members of her own breed should look, considering she looked so vastly different. The other was some conglomerate of hair and bulk who looked more akin to an oversized dust-mop than an actual canine, but who was she to judge.

Just as Palais was peering out at the world, it was doing the same to her. A giant off-white maned wolf was hardly common place, even in the context of the auction rock. She could feel their eyes burning against her pale fur, something that she had become immune to over time. The dominors were obviously sizing up her worth, where as the sklavin were merely searching for something outside the suffocating sphere of repetition. As she walked forward she climbed up, reaching the pinnacle of her auction rock journey. There she was above the crowd, for all to see. The maned wolf in front of her spoke up, addressing any perspective new masters.

"Next up we have a real treat for you, today only, A rare sooth-sayer, blessed by the supposed gods of these lands. If you want proof, just look at her pelt-- a white maned, possibly one of a kind. . ."

The male continued his sale-pitch, making Palais seem more valuable than she might actually be. She never stayed at the rock long. Her appearance and rumors that clung to her expedited her stay and made her a wanted sklavin to any dominor. She was rarely mistreated once masters learned she had worth beyond just a visual symbol and pretty face, though some of the brutes who had owned her had been abrasive. Some even lashed out when her advise or "foresight" wasn't just how they wanted it. Still, she never let these mortal hindrances impact her. No matter what was to come, she would face it with the same analytical precision as she would any other.

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"Cause I'd rather be caught dead, than be weak,
And in my last days I'll still be standing strong ,"

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It was dark, dingy, and putrid. The odors of what had rotted there mingled with the humid, chalky air and lingered like an impenetrable wall. It accented the merciless expressions of the dominors and the helpless pleas from the sklavins, making it appear to be hell reincarnated. The darkness that had once shrouded the Auktion Block was now even morose as the recent fire turned every blip of life there once was into ash and rubble. It was more dismal than it had ever been.

This descent was one she did not attempt often. She loathed the atmosphere of the Auktion Block, as it slaughtered her mind with countless memories she had kept buried deep within herself. It reached inside the darkest chambers of her mind, tearing open the gaping hole hidden in her heart. It hurt to be here, it hurt to remember. Hayashi could see Xercese's face, feel his affection, his warm fur ... it felt like he was still with her. Like he never left. She could imagine him sweeping her off her feet and rescuing her, setting her free, helping her become what she was today. Hayashi used to be a helpless slave, a meaningless life. She used to be paraded around the block, sold to the cruelest brute who was interested. She was no longer a slave, no longer something to beat and torture. She was an independent alpha. Yet, with the job of accumulating a pack, she had to venture to the Auktion Block and embrace the onslaught of memories. Hayashi was here to be a Xercese, not a sklavin tormented by the past.

The alpha made her way down the gauntlet of slobbering dominors, who were bewildered by the sight of a pretty female making her way down into the pit. This sight certainly wasn't a common one. Her body was erect, her head poised as she neared the center of the commotion, avoiding eye contact with any pleading souls being led away by their masters. As she approached, she could sense a feeling of unrest. All eyes seemed to be glued on something, and Hayashi was curious. What could be that exciting? She pushed her way through the cloud, azure eyes darting back and forth, surveying. She heard the auctioneers voice up ahead and moments later, she saw a unique wolf standing at the top of the auction rock.

A very unique once indeed. The female had a similar stature to Reiner, but with a completely different color palette. She was odd, yet stunning all the same. She was healthy, too. Hayashi could see what all the bustle was about; slaves like these didn't come around too often. Every master in the crowd wanted their paws on her, and she could feel the cruel intentions radiating from each and every one. It would break her heart to see such a wolf fall into the hands of one of these brutes.

Hayashi flitted through the crowd, brushing through warm bodies to head for the rock. She'd go down screaming before she let this wolf go.

Gracefully she marched up to where the slave stood, stepping up to loom over the auctioneer. She put all of her good looks to use to charm her way through the deal, instantly giving the auctioneer a warm smile and a quick wink. Firm, but alluring, she spoke to him.

"I'll take her."
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