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Jul 5, 2011 22:47:28 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Jul 5, 2011 22:47:28 GMT -5
MATRID
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"Stop fidgiting, you little brat, you're next."
Her dominor's words had the Himalayan female's ears flattening back against her skull, her head dipping down low as she muttered a small "Yes, master." He continued to grumble about how she was a worthless, good for nothing mutt, and that was why they were here today. Auktion rock. Just thinking of her reasoning for being here had Matrid shaking and shifting again, but she swiftly stopped her movements before Nim noticed. He wasn't the kindest by far, and she didn't think she could take the shame of being beaten right here in front of all the other wolves. While Nim spoke to another large brute, Matrid took the oppurtunity to lift her fearful gaze from the ground, peering around the area cautiously.
Up on the large rock that most of the dominors eyes were focused on stood a small, trembling wolf. Grey, perhaps? Matrid was uncertain, and she let her gaze wander on to the Sklavin who had already been claimed. Half of them were crouched down while their dominor spoke angrily to them, but then again, Matrid thought that they always seemed angry. The other half were being 'taught lessons', and the blood smell mingled with sweat and fear made her cringe closer to the ground. Nim noticed this and nailed her with a look that could have killed.
"I told you to be still. I'm glad I'm done with you." He then turned back to the muscled male he'd been speaking to previously. "I'll leave her to you now. I don't care what happens to her." With one last withering look at Matrid, he turned and trotted away. Matrid watched him for as long as possible, her heart seeming to sink. Sure, he was no where near kind. But aside from her father, who she could barely remember, Nim was all she'd ever known. And there was always the possibility of her being snapped up by someone far crueller than Nim.
"Come on, your turn." She was forced back to reality by the brute's voice as he nudged her sharply. With trembling legs she followed him to the rock, barely able to surpress a whimper as she was pushed higher up, now visible to all of the onlooking dominors. She kept her head low, her tail tucked between unsteady legs as she stared pointedly at the rock beneath her. There was no use trying to chase the fear from her chocolate brown eyes. She knew they could smell it, smell it pouring from her almost as if it were blood. She was lucky it wasn't.
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Jul 6, 2011 7:27:11 GMT -5
Post by »Image on Jul 6, 2011 7:27:11 GMT -5
KASIMIRA "Stop fidgeting, you little brat, you're next."
Grinning, the ebony she-wolf strode forward onto the grounds, a strange happiness lingering through her. Her pack was growing. Sure, she still had to fight that stupid brute Phantom for her sklavin Korie--but she had the confidence and the brawn to win it. Not to mention, the attractive looks. But until then she needed to continue expanding her pack; she needed at least another male and a female. The queen, who was not one for puppies and whelping herself, expected the females of the pack to do such a duty once she had promoted them to an actual pack member. Calliope would be the first one; even if she abhorred the idea of setting her minions free, she knew they would be too compelled by her utmost grace to leave her borders.
It was with purpose that she sauntered among the slaves, her body working as male dominors swept nearer to her. I'm not for sale, but eat your heart out, boys. It was apparent to most who had seen her that she loved the attention--relished it in some ways. Maybe it was her proud head that she held so daintily in the air, or the way her tail quivered with delight at a passerby's flirtatious growl. But most would see it reflected in her eyes, her striking blue orbs that glistened with bold vanity and at times traces of hostility.
Kasimira continued among the sklavin, their coats a ragged mess, their souls more damaged by the beatings, the insults, the lack of pride. The she-wolf disdainfully glanced at them as she moved amid their kind; in her mind, they were lucky to even be glanced at by her.
"I told you to be still. I'm glad I'm done with you. I'll leave her to you now. I don't care what happens to her."
Perfect. That was her cue. Kasimira gracefully made her way over to where a battered she-wolf and her dominor were standing--although the sklavin was hunching, more than standing--and conversing the she-wolf's future. She rudely stuck her nose in, vocals dripping with self-arrogance.
"I'll take her. I need another sklavin to let some anger out on..."
The way her eyes seemed to bore into the female, Kasimira wondered how fast the fear had entered her eyes. Lovely. She already knows who is in control. With a snobbish flick of her tail Kasimira lead them away, coming to pause in a less crowded area of the Auktion Rock to speak to her new prey. She seemed pretty enough--for a sklavin--and the ebony she-wolf paused before speaking, running her eyes over her unkempt, shaggy coat with contempt flickering faintly in her eyes.
"Well? Aren't you going to bow down to your new dominor?"
Kasimira let loose a chilling laugh; it echoed quietly around the canyon walls, mockery laced in between insolence.
"My name is Lady Kasimira--Alpha, Queen, Mistress, whatever you'd like--but never just my name."
The ashen she-wolf stared down her name slave, all traces of joy that had been only seconds ago, vanished.
"Now what is your name, little she-wolf?" [/size]
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Jul 6, 2011 18:39:24 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Jul 6, 2011 18:39:24 GMT -5
MATRID
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"I'll take her. I need another sklavin to let some anger out on..."
The words had the trembling she-wolf turning to look at the dominor who had approached. A female dominor. Matrid supposed she had seen odder things, but it had taken her off guard for sure. Keeping her head low and trying to control her trembling, she cast one final look at the large male who was watching the dominant female with hungry eyes before scurrying after her new dominor. When they stopped in a clearing and the dominor looked her over, Matrid fought not to cringe. This female was so proud, so regal, but Matrid was practically scum. Her thick coat was matted and oh, how she wished she could dip into a lake or shake herself, but it wasn't an appropriate time at all.
"Well? Aren't you going to bow down to your new dominor?"
Quickly, she dipped her head low, her shoulders hunching down as her gaze stayed glued to the ground. The laugh that the dominor let slide from her muzzle chilled Matrid down to the very bone, and she fought not to shiver. She listened intently as the dominor introduced herself as Lady Kasimira, informing Matrid that lady could be substituted with Alpha, Queen, or Mistress. All of these made Kasimira sound extremely regal, Matrid thought, and for once in her life she found herself admiring her dominor. That had been no admiration for her father, nor for Nim. But already this power female had Matrid shooting her respectful glances.
So far, Matrid couldn't tell if Kasimira would be better or worse than Nim, and she wasn't going to make assumptions. Instead, when the dominor demanded her name, Matrid dipped her head a bit lower, plastered her ears against her cranium, and spoke clearly yet softly. "My name is Matrid, Queen Kasimira." She replied. She had managed to get her legs to stop shaking as if they were made of jelly, but her posture still screamed 'submissive', as it should. Her tail was tucked, curled around one hind leg, and she made sure that nothing she did could be interpreted as a threat to this lovely dominor.
The sounds of snarls from the other dominor's punishing their sklavin's had her shifting nervously. Then, remembering Nim's harsh words earlier, she stilled. Kasimira likely would not want her jumping around like a flea, either. Once more her mind wandered to the thought of her future treatment, wondering exactly what this Mistress had in store for her. Her mother had once told her that sometimes, slaves were used to bare pups.
Pups...would that be her use? She wasn't entirely sure she minded, but then she told herself she was being silly. Whatever Kasimira had in store for her, she would accept it, as she didn't really have any other choice. This is what you were bred to do. Her mind whispered to her. This is what you're here for.
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Jul 7, 2011 9:19:25 GMT -5
Post by »Image on Jul 7, 2011 9:19:25 GMT -5
KASIMIRA "My name is Matrid, Queen Kasimira."
The sheer loveliness of an obedient slave. It thrilled Kasimira to the core, her tail flipping back and forth as she quietly pondered Matrid. The queen knew that she hadn't the time of day to make a trip all the back to Irrsin and then turn around and march the way she had come to fight Phantom. At that point she would be horribly tired, and sleep was certainly not a beneficiary she wished to have in her royal company when fighting a well trained competitor. Kasimira tried vainly to think her way to an answer other than letting Matrid find her own way home. Still, the idea resounded in her mind and because of what seemed a gracious mood, she grudgingly agreed.
"Now listen carefully; what I have to say plays a part in whether I feed you tonight or you starve for a few days."
It was cruel but Kasimira needed fear to be cast on this sklavin; she would not be caught traversing the lands of her country to find one sniveling, decrepit sklavin. If Matrid did not follow her direct orders, Kasimira vowed to herself that she alone would hunt her down until she knew that never such audacity would be used again. Snarling, the black female rounded her great eyes on Matrid, almost pools of ice as they flickered before the sklavin.
"I have other business to attend to, so I will tell you directions to our pack. If you do not get there by nightfall tonight I will know and I will hunt you down. And once I find you, little she-wolf, the ending result with not be pretty."
Kasimira gave a dramatic pause, giving a harsh scrutiny of the sklavin before continuing, her voice more resigned.
"If you proceed North from these hallowed grounds,--at this the ebony Alpha chuckled a moment--, you will find a small dirt path that snakes through the Schreien Forest. Follow that until you are completely through the woods. Once the path opens up to high land you will push forward northeast; you will be moving towards the packs known as Gröavche and Dürkell. Our pack is called Irrsin and resides besides a grand waterfall quite a bit more to the North."
The directions seemed easy enough to Kasimira and her gaze on the sklavin was temporarily dropped. She began to inspect her surroundings, eyes wary, as if looking for someone particular. Phantom. The she-wolf knew she needed to be mentally preparing herself for this challenge, yet here she was chatting with slaves. Hmph. Kasimira turned back to Matrid, eyes suddenly afire at the idea of a nearing battle.
"Are we clear? Once you arrive just call to the rest of the pack and explain to them what I have told you. There will be a female, named Calliope that I hesitantly put in charge."
Kasimira quirked her brow as she spoke; obviously it amused her that this particular female should be leading any wolf.
"The other sklavin is Zy. I'd watch him, he can be quite the flirtatious devil."
The ashen she-wolf smirked as she lifted her head, azure eyes blazing a certain sort of victory.
"I will return as soon as I have finalized my affairs."
This would be interesting. If Matrid possibly made it to Irrsin in good timing and stayed put--maybe Kasimira would put more effort into finding her a suitable partner. With a disdainful flick of her cinder colored ears, Kasimira turned and took off, posture immediately following suit. Her mind was already drifting towards other, more pressing matters; she hadn't the time to fret over her sklavin. She would do as she was told, the queen knew already. It had been clear in the respect that glinted through Matrid's eyes, the way she gawked and admired her. It had only boosted the Alpha's ego for the fight. Then again, maybe that was a good thing.
Let's do this.
ooc- instead of starting a new post, just join the one called ''new chapter || open. Ruki and Minerva have been posting there with Zy and Calliope! [/size]
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