Not just another pretty face

[kaff]

Betrayal and abandonment. Just as he was beginning to settle with a new pack, actually for once...maybe even enjoying himself, he was cast away. Unwanted, unloved, useless. Way to go ego boost. Such is life he supposed, and he hardened his heart little by little against the pain. He would not trust again so easily as he had then allowed himself to fall into the faith of a pack. He was a slave, there was little use in desiring anything better, but he did. He wanted to see the better outcome of all of this. Otherwise, what was the point? He may as well back talk and challenge, just one good bite on a Dominor would earn him a swift and final end. What kind of life was there to have to be under the paw of another's rule for all one's life? Better to not choose his own form of death, rather than be starved again as punishment for some crime or another, right?

Still, something in him knew, to throw it all to the wind now would be a waste. A misspent oppurtunity, and that wasn't the answer at all. Be that as it may, he would never be the same. He was done with grovelling and snivelling, he was not so cowed after all, despite having been born to this life. He was not a wild, once free, now chained wolf, he'd known this all along. He was unaware that slaves could be freed. He just wanted to live. Was that too much to ask for? He was a strong woman. A man's man. He was fully aware of his body and what it designated him toward, but he didn't care about that. 

So there Kaff was, contemplating the meaning of life just as any youth in the throws of angst is wont to do. Laying on his side, paws stretched out comfortably before him, lieing ever so still as to maybe even appear dead. The cowards around him whining and complaining, moaning and begroaning their predicaments, some reminiscing their lost freedom, others licking old and fresh wounds alike. He was together with a group of captives, surrounded by large boulders and a few sentries, and beyond that, the dizzying heights of the encompassing cliffs which comprised the domain and made them all prisoners of stone. Each of them awaiting new masters, but Kaff...just awaiting the night to come. It was hot for just being spring, not that he wasn't used to a good warm day, but with no shade and no water for a few days, it was getting a little tiresome. Waiting his turn for the auction block had been a long few days already.

He was beginning to wonder if they thought him dead, then that trail of thought led him to wonder if they moved the dead out of this rank prison into a ditch or something, could he escape that way? But that led to considering they would surely make sure first, and that led him to heave a great sigh and lift his head to look around if only to show he was still here. Finally, his name was called. Kaff managed with a great effort to find his feet, and allowed himself to be led forth to the display rock. His few endearing qualities were listed off, mostly about his physical fitness, his obvious trend towards speed, his slightly less obvious strength. Good teeth, a hardy breed fit for travel they said. Kaff lifted his head at the end of the speech, peering out over the disinterested, depressingly few suitors. If he wasn't sold to someone, he'd just go back to the 'cage' to wait another turn, and that did not interest him at all. He tried to catch the eye of anyone he could, if even just to give them a look of, give me a chance. It wasn't pleading. His brief gaze simply held anothers for a moment, trying to tell them psychically he was worth it. He wasn't one for calling out and drawing any undue attention to himself, this was the best he could do to single himself something different from the crowd.




OOC: That awkward first post. >_>

[Morgäna]

With a land under her belt, the dark she-wolf was quick to move forth away from her lands. Searching for the place that sold slaves, of course it wasn't hard to find - not with the stench of this place reeking far past it's boarders. But also the line of wolves moving into this place was hard to miss. Simply, she blended in with the crowed, silent and watching as the slavers brought out the different stock they had to show off. Though, she said nothing and took little interest in just what they had to offer that day. Wolf after wolf went by, disappointing truly in what she saw. Too brutish or too lithe to be of much use, of course having an eye for those of whom were in between. Unless she was searching for something for her..enjoyment. Those cold eyes stared on as did everyone else to the left or right of her, then again it was just a large mulling mass of wolves. It was getting hot and rather quickly for her liking, narrowing those eyes. The assassin move through the crowd with ease, she didn't fight it, simply moved with it. While others struggled and fought to get through, she moved through it much akin to a stream would weave and wax it's way around the countless rocks and pebbles in it's way.

Moving off to the left, near the stand where the slaves were showed off did the dark lady appear again. Under the towering shade of a tower that acted as part of the cage's wall. Far better then standing in the amidst of a mass, surrounded by warm, hot and likely sweaty bodies. Here, she had a bit of space and could cool off. sighing softly, as another was brought out, she listed and said nothing to announce she wished to look at the slave or take them, no, they were taken by someone else. Some prettied brute, someone had their fetishes clearly..but her maw as kept shut and those eyes upon the stand. Silent and waiting; it wasn't until a certain male was brought out, they announced his name and what qualities he did have. Hmm, perhaps. The thoughts whirled in her mind and yet when none took interest in the male, she decided to speak up. "I'll take a look at him." The clear, cold voice cut through the mumbling crowd, as she waited for a slave or attender, whatever they wished to call themselves, to bring him down for a closer inspection.

[kaff]

Just as he was beginning to doubt anyone was paying attention to him, he caught the eye very briefly of a fae to his right, on the left of the stand as he faced out. He wasn't expecting to find a woman here, sure there were plenty of them as slaves but this one was on the wrong side of the line for sure! It kind of surprised him, and his womanly sensibilities, that she should be here in the first place, much less eyeing him up like that. Was she really seeking to buy one today?

She called out to the auctioneer, wanting to see him better. His heart leapt and held in his chest. He expected cruelty from males. He'd felt enough of their fangs, claws, and other parts to know men were cruel. He'd been scorned by the women wolves, even though he envied them and their easier lives, their grace. He felt connected to them more than the males. So he was relieved that he might go to a fem mistress, surely she would be kinder than what he'd experienced so far. He might even be good to her, and not cause her undue trouble! He was not the type to try to assert himself over her, far from it. She'd have a fine companion with him, and he wasn't even interested in her body like that.

He did not get much of a look at her, his gaze lowering submissively as soon as he'd looked at her. The auctioneer pushed him forward, biting roughly at his ankle to get him moving. Kaff narrowed his eyes, his head lowering and turning behind him briefly with a lift of his lips at the man but he darted forward as directed, trying to erase the gloomy glower from his face before he would be before Morgana. He stood, his head lowered, but his tail was relaxed, not tucked. He wasn't afraid of her, he wasn't fawning at her feet, he simply waited, happy, elated almost, expecting the best for once.

[Morgäna]

Of course there was a women there, why wouldn't there be? Not all Dominor's were strictly male of course, at least not where she had came from. Then again, she had been born into the caste unlike most. Her more dominate personality and perhaps her more..unusual methods had quite shown her skill at being at the top of the food chain. For she was no lowly Freior or a Sklavin after all, many had however fallen at her jaws. Freior, Dominor and Sklavin alike, at least when the need arose to be utterly ruthless in her ways, taking a life was no light then and yet she felt no guilt for doing it. Simply, she was doing her job and nothing more. Feelings had no place in her line of work, simply put. But her work got the results other wanted and so, she was paid, in food and shelter and if these weren't satisfactory for the lady, she took it from their flesh.

Those sapphire eyes narrowed, once the auctioneer ushered the Sklavin forth, being rather brutal about their ways but alas the slavers weren't paid to be nice. Despite a show of a bit of lip the slave proved to be obedient, in his own way. A brow rose once he was before her, much less at how he acted. A word wasn't spoken, not as she circled around him, inspecting him rather, closely one might add. However, he proved to be just what she was looking for and he in turn would prove to be quite useful for whatever she may have planned in the future. But. he had much to learn. Those eyes turned to the auctioneer finally, her choice had be made. "I'll take him." Nothing more needed to be said, knowing he was quite simply hers now.

[kaff]

He wondered idly if he were to be purchased for herself, or was she here on behalf of another? This seemed the more likely case, and he began then to wonder and daydream about what they would be like. What kind of pack was she with, how well was it managed. Generally idly wondering how he would be treated. While she circled him, these thoughts were flickering through his mind. He was trying to maintain composure and be still, but he tracked her movement with the slightest turn of his head. It was obvious perhaps that he was nervous, despite his best wishes to conceal this fact.

Still, she said she would take him and his heart leapt and did backflips, then hung high in his chest, thumping a loud patterous and nervous rhythm he was sure she could hear. The discussion that followed went over the terms and pricing, what favors and deals that would be hashed out. The slaver drove a hard bargain, Kaff's cheeks would have been blushing could wolves blush. He hadn't known how expensive a good slave was. It made him glance at his new mistress a time or two, would she quake now? Was her resolve firm? He really did not want to stay here another day, thirst and hunger beginning to harass at his mind, though he'd been longer.