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WARNING; mention of rape (3rd paragraph)

"no name"

She had given up on struggling, trying to live. How could she even try? This, this wasn't living. This lifestyle she had been forced into was survival, trying to make it to the end of the day with your body intact.

The whimpering of female sklavin echoed against the stone walls, paws trying their hardest to move away as far as possible from what was going on right in front of them. Bodies were so thin you could have sworn it was just skin over bones, bony paws lifting from the red earth and covering their protruding eyes. They wanted to flee, wanting nothing to do with this, just go about their own business and get sold as soon as possible so that they could finally get out of this hell hole.

“Teach you... to answer... when... spoken to...”

A raspy male guard's voice growled through clenched teeth that held a tight grip on the unnamed sklavin's nape, keeping her pinned to the ground with all his unnecessary force. His breathing had grown heavy by now, his legs beginning to tremble with each rough thrust he made against the small female's torn body. She just tried to push it to the back of her mind, lids pulling together to fill her world with darkness, to go into her own little world. Jaws were clenched through her ordeal, wincing at the feel of her flesh finally breaking in his fangs, the warm fluid slowly seeping from the wound. She knew it would be over soon, it always was.

This sort of thing was not uncommon in the background of the auktion rock, but since these were lowly sklavin people just didn't give a crap about what happened, just felt like they deserved the treatment they were given. Some of the male slaves though, mainly newer ones who did not yet know their place did try at least to stop some of the crimes committed.

Unfortunately, no one would come to aid the unnamed female this day...

After two sessions of this, the male pulled away from the pathetic creature with a proud grin and light in his eyes at his handiwork. He was able to get his punishment for her over with before the call had been given to bring out the scheduled sklavin for today, wanting the girl to be roughed up for display, even more foul than usual so that she would no be chosen by a dominor.

“I look forward to meeting once more after the show, ugly one.”

With a deep laugh the guard moved away, plucking up the selected sklavin with his co-worker who arrived just in time for the line up. A few minutes were spent doing this under the hot sun, dust tossed up into the air with each step made by the others.

No name lay there in the dirt trying to pull herself together, her body shaking horribly from the trauma done to her, legs trembling just trying to pick herself up. She moved silently, battered body very slowly but surely lifting from the ground and by time the first sklavin was put up for display she was fully standing.

With each sklavin either being sold to a dominor or escorted back to the holding area, the unnamed ethiopian female slowly moved forward without a single sound. Step, step, step. And when it was finally her turn, the guard who had taken her just before shoved her forward, sending the girl sprawling forward for all to see. The dominors roared in laughter and discuss at such a pathetic creature, some finding it a joke to even put such a thing up and thinking somebody would actually claim.

And so she would pull herself together, legs pulling into her body, picking herself up, unsure of whether somebody would actually claim her this day or if she would have to go back into the hell.

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K A S I M I R A

The Auktion Rock was, for lack of a better word, lively today. The lucky sklavins (or unlucky depending on the viewpoint) were being sold and shoved at all too willing dominors while Kasimira herself was left to yawning at the current moment, exchanging nods with dominors she recognized, sharing a laugh or two when the guards would poke fun at an unsuspecting sklavin. She expected the swift deals were because of the dropping conditions. It was more disgusting than normal in her opinion; She'd noted that there were no food scraps being left for waiting sklavins to fight over, and there was an odd increase in the numbers of wolves present. Winter was a season for small packs, a season for death, and a season for distance. However, the distance between dominors was few and Kasimira found herself enjoying the company of a few nearby females. It was a male dominated group, the dominor class, and the black Irrsin Queen was greatly lacking in female companionship as of late.

A few reasonable sklavins had come and gone but she'd found no reason to stake a claim, especially with mouths to feed at home and with dominors that seemed caught up in the moment of their bargain. Ahead of her group, Kasimira watched an ochre-coated she-wolf tumble from the side, obviously shoved by the guard. A roar of laughter floated off the crowd and the blue eyes watched without blinking, wondering what the little wolf would do next. The lump didn't move for a moment and the thought of death crossed her mind swiftly--those things did happen--before being replaced by slight relief as the she-wolf struggled to hold herself up. Kasimira recoiled visibly, as did a few other members of the horde, as she caught sight of the sklavin's missing ears and mauled face. Who would claim such a creature? The way she stood, huddled into herself was a sight in and of itself and an ounce of pity echoed deep within the alpha. Echoing her personal sentiments, the grey she-wolf to Kasi's right spoke up amid the jeers and hollering calls.

"You call that a wolf? Looks more like a dog that a wolf got a hold on!"

More laughter. Kasimira grinned politely at her companion before standing up and shouting her own comment.

"I'd be willing to bet she's not such a hot fighter."

The hilarity was an uproar as dominors alike chatted and mocked the female. Kasimira felt pin pricks at the back of her neck as she watched the guards knock the she-wolf over again. She was obviously very weak. If she made it another few days it would only be because of Eperna's mercy. Or Iudex's ruthlessness.

"I'll take her. Hell, I could use something for my sons to practice on."

Kasimira was up and moving away from her friends without so much as a nod their direction and her pawsteps felt like another wolf entirely. It hadn't even registered that she'd referred to Lanze and Adler, Calliope's sons, as her own. But before she knew what had happened, she'd claimed the scrawny thing and made it to the rock's namesake, her blue eyes watching the sklavin closely. Why in Eperna's name did I claim you?

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sorry for the wait!! busy days!

"no name"

The laughter didn't seem to bother her anymore like it used to be, each individual's voice merging into the next, becoming nothing more than a breeze caressing her damaged ears. All she focused on was trying to stand back up, the bag of bones trembling with every small move. One foreleg managed to get beneath her body, planting her paw into the hard ground like her back legs, keeping her from falling backwards or to the side. That seemed to be as far as she got though, her body scrunching up, trying to make herself as small as possible as if it would be the clue to making herself disappear.

One jeer from the crowd of dominors didn't help, the unnamed sklavin didn't turn to see who it was that said it, but that didn't matter even if she did. She was no wolf, no, not anymore. It had been over a year and a half since she lat considered herself a wolf, back when she was just a child under her mother's care. The slave was just a creature at this point, molded over the months to become an obedient and very useful sklavin. Was she even a dog? She was too low for such a high name, she was like the dirt, others walked all over her but she was still there for them, serving.

More jeers were made, one about not being a fighter, to which the guard who assaulted her earlier stepped forward and knocked her back to the ground. The sklavin slammed into the rock a bit more rough than expected, body dropping like a rock. Not a single whine or whimper came from the small creature, she just lay there silently for a few seconds, debating whether it was even worth the little energy she had to stand back up when she would just be knocked back down. The decision was made, she would remain down, but someone in the crowd had other plans for the female.

"I'll take her. Hell, I could use something for my sons to practice on."

Someone was actually claiming the female, a shock even for her to believe. The guard who had shoved her twice already was standing behind her when this went down, a low growl rumbling within his jaws at the claim made on the female, wanting to spend some more time with her in the background. Now he would have to find somebody to replace her. Frowning he stepped forward, head lowering and jaws grabbing hold of the sklavin's nape. “Stand for your dominor, mutt.” He rumbled through fangs, picking her up slightly before dropping her, using a leg to slide her forward and to the display rocks edge.

The matted female didn't bother looking to her new master, thin limbs struggling to pick herself up once more, for a third time. Body swayed when she was finally able to fulled stand, her back arched and head held low, bowing to the woman. “She hasn't spoke a single word since arriving, a name will have to be given if you seek one.” The guard informed the dark woman, giving her a single nod then a single glance to the weak female before finally turning away to continue with the rest of the sklavin still lined up.

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K A S I M I R A

“Stand for your dominor, mutt.” At the guard's movements, Kasimira's blue eyes narrowed, watching him and his movements. She was half-tempted to remind him that the sklavin was hers and hers alone now to boss around, but she wasn't exactly in the mood for a fight and she figured the male was only doing as his superiors had told him. Lowering her gaze to the female, her chest warmed as the female bowed low. Her posture was pathetic, but at least she knew her place.

“She hasn't spoke a single word since arriving, a name will have to be given if you seek one.”

Kasimira quirked a brow at the guard. "You've had her for quite some time and you've been unable to fetch a name out of her?" She scoffed loudly at the male, almost chuckling at the absurdity of a sklavin not responding. "I'm not sure whether that says more about her or you, brute." And then, demeanor switching to the harshness of royal status, she growled low and flicked her muzzle in the other direction, clearly emphasizing the demand for his leave. The male opened his mouth to say something before snapping it shut and Kasimira grinned as he nodded silently and slipped away. She let her gaze linger on his retreating frame for only a few heartbeats before turning the blue eyes onto the whelp she'd recklessly claimed.

Now, what do to with you? Kasimira, mildly unsure about where to begin, stepped forward and circled the female as she inspected. She sniffed here and there while visually checking for any serious problems that would prevent them from traveling to Irrsin at a timely pace. By no means was this how she usually greeted her new sklavins, but she'd never brought home a new wolf--if she could honestly be called that--in such a sorry state. Part of the Irrsin alpha felt irritated by the rags that her sklavin had been left in, but the feeling was mostly because she knew how much the pack would have to provide her before she could be of any use. Zy's gonna have a heyday with this one...

Pulling herself back up to full height, Kasimira finally directed her speech at the female that cowered before her. "So is it true that you have no name?" The female's eyes glistened questioningly. "Or are you simply too stubborn to talk? Because I'll have you know that I have a remedy for that."

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alright ^_^

"no name"

The female remained bow to her new master, keeping her head so low to the ground that her nose was practically brushing against it. If she still had a tail it would have been tucked between her legs, and if her ears were full they would have been pinned back against her skull. For now though, what she was left with would attempt to keep herself beneath the dominant woman of night, back arched and a foreleg folded beneath her trembling frame. She had learned that dominors did not like if you didn't great them like some type of queen or king, eye contact was a definite no and you shouldn't speak to them first.

Eavesdropping, even if you were right there when a conversation going on could get you into trouble. So while the dominor spoke with the guard the sklavin remained silent, it wasn't like she could even speak in the first place. And when the woman finally seemed to begin inspection, it was then that the sklavin pulled from the bow and stood up to give the woman a better look at her. This would be one of the very few times she would dare lift her head fully, deep amber eyes staring straight ahead, legs spreading apart evenly.

With the inspection over the female took a new stance, head lowering with dark, tired eyes looking to the dominor's paws. A sort of droop made itself into her thin frame, sagging as if a great weight had be placed back on her shoulders to carry. The woman's voice changed, and since the guard was no longer here then the sklavin assumed that it was her being spoken to, it was her turn... to speak. She questioned what the guard had told her, inquiring about not having a name, then going into the thought of perhaps she was just being stubborn, and if that was the case then she had a remedy for that.

The small female's eyes widened at the thought, a remedy, it meant a beating which was something she had received plenty of times before simply because she couldn't speak. So quickly she tried to answer the dominor's questions, not wanting to keep her waiting any longer than she should have to. To the first question she gave two rapid nods, and to the second question she gave two quick shakes of her head. Over time she had lot her voice, at first because she just didn't wish to speak to those who had claimed her, but as it went on and on she almost forgot how to speak.

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