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Aug 10, 2011 23:28:34 GMT -5
Post by Virtual Rose on Aug 10, 2011 23:28:34 GMT -5
Laine
It was a sultry that day. Humid and hot, nearly more then one could bear. The sun had beat down on all of the inhabitants, slaves, masters and guards alike. Now that the sun has set and it is well into the night, the earth slowly cools down. A pleasant current of air swept past a single cage, about five foot by five foot, containing Laine. The air ruffled her dark, gray fur as she tried her best too sleep.
Laine let out a heavy breath in exasperation. After being trapped in one place for a full year she had grown somewhat restless. Not that she was not restless when she was taken here. I mean, who wouldn't be restless being trapped in one place, waiting for someone to come around and make you call them master? She let another small sigh escape out through her nose.
After a year of imprisonment, Laine felt exhausted. Exhausted from waiting, from the grief of loosing her whole world. It was not like she had no one too talk to, a couple of the guards had, rather begrudgingly, became her friends. Not good enough friends too let her escape, but good enough to give her a bit of conversation. She was fed enough to sustain a healthy body weight and given enough exercise to keep decent muscle mass, yet everything was the same. Nothing ever changed, aside from the frequent coming and going of fellow "merchandise."
She often wondered why no one had ever taken her as their slave. She was rather docile, in decent shape, not unattractive (Though that shouldn't be a factor in choosing a labourer, she said to herself.) The thought that maybe she did not show enough fight, maybe she was too quiet. Invisible.
When she looked around she saw wolves whom, in being captives, actively sought escape, defied their masters and caused havoc. They were taken for their determination. They could be slowly broken and bent toward the will of their masters. Then there were the ones who cried and whimpered. Those were the ones whom would be beaten for pleasure, for sadistic greed. There were some though, that were the unbreakable, unbroken. Most would be taken because they silently spoke of a challenge.
Laine never quietly challenged anyone. Neither did she cry or violently fight back. She never held a grudge toward the guards who held her here. It was not as though she were indifferent toward her situation. Knowing full well that the likelihood of her life being anything more then complying to orders was so slim that there was no point in dreaming of falling in love or adventure. Though it never stopped her from dreaming. There were times that depression settled in the pit of her stomach. Mixed with dread of the unknown, being sold to a fellow creature that she knew nothing about, and dread of staying caged forever.
As she finally closed her olive-gold eyes for the night, discontent writhing within her, the wind stilled leaving the world quiet to everything but the muted whispers of those whom hope still resided in. [/blockquote]
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"There?s no point in being grown up if you can?t act a little childish sometimes."
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Aug 14, 2011 20:37:56 GMT -5
Post by Ϻinέrvă on Aug 14, 2011 20:37:56 GMT -5
Kronos The bottom edge of the sun was brushing the horizon, it's rays staining the canyon a million shades of orange and pink. Kronos paid no heed to the beautiful colors, however. He jogged along with a determined stride, his mind focused only on the matter at hand. The brute had recently acquired a bit of land, which had unfortunately contained not a single wolf besides himself at the moment. Not even its previous Alpha could be found there, having declined to meet Kronos honorably on the battlefield and instead abandoning the land to him. It was true, he had anticipated a fight, but a forfeit still gained him the land. He wasn't about to bemoan the luck Iudex bestowed on him. Instead, he set to find one of the key elements of a pack: slaves.
A quick survey of the Rock promised slim pickings. Before setting out for the canyon, Kronos had taken time to hunt and take a tour of his new home. He now saw that he would have benefited from starting the journey right away. While the slave trade was a bustling business during the day, by evening all the good slaves had been snapped up, leaving the place almost deserted. Kronos's maw twisted with contempt at his own foolishness. He should have remembered from his own experience at the Rock that new slaves were always brought out in the morning, and that the best ones disappeared quickly.
But his journey would not be in vain. He would leave this place with a slave, even if it was a weakling. He paced the canyon floor, weaving around the stakes and cages that littered it. Several traders approached him, seeing a chance to pawn off some useless merchandise. After a growl and a snap from Kronos, though, they backed off. He refused to be pandered to like a simple pup.
As he passed by the slaves, some backed away from him in fear, some stared at him in stony defiance, and a few had the gall to growl. Finally he reached a cage where his presence elicited no reaction. The wolf inside, a femme, seemed to be sleeping. Kronos gazed at the cage for a long moment, his face impassive. Suddenly, he lunged forward, slamming his bulky body into the box. The cage tipped, leaning precariously to one side, before gravity brought it crashing back to the ground. His side only a bit bruised, Kronos allowed himself a smile, sure he had unsettled the slave within.
"Name, slave." His deep voice rumbled in his throat with the hint of a growl. With a sneer he added, "Do you think you can survive in the unforgiving swamp? Can you run with toughest wolves in Ravensbruck?" He pressed his body against the bars. "Or are you weak, slave?" His yellow eyes watched her every movement, waiting for her to react.
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Aug 17, 2011 0:52:59 GMT -5
Post by Virtual Rose on Aug 17, 2011 0:52:59 GMT -5
Laine dozed, half sensing the coming and going of her fellow specimen, when there was a sudden --and violent-- shift in her environment. Finding herself sprawled on her side on what once was the roof of her habitat, she staggered into a sitting position, feeling the beginnings of a bruise on her ribs.
"Name, slave."
She blinked in mild surprise at the rude stranger, whom took it upon himself to throw her around like a stray acorn, addressing her and was about to open her mouth to answer when he spoke again.
"Do you think you can survive in the unforgiving swamp? Can you run with toughest wolves in Ravensbruck?" At this the male moved forward and leaned his large, brown body against the cage. His fur splaying out between the bars reminding Laine strongly of clay being pressed through the cracks in a wall. "Or are you weak, slave?"
"I am Laine," she spoke gently but firmly. Her green-gold eyes tracing his form curiously. He was large, nearly twice her size, and strong. He looked older then her and so well worn and used to fighting-- a speculation that she felt confirmed by the hardened look in his yellow eyes. The faint traces of a scar lined his face, so very faint she could not be sure she actually saw it, but at the sight she felt compassion in her heart for him. Though, she was very sure that this was a wolf whom would resent her compassion, not that it would stop the feeling.
"I have never been to a swamp, nor have I run with any other wolves, but the ones that who are or have been here," was her blunt answer to his second question. "As to if I am weak, that would be something you would have to decide for yourself. For I have nothing to honestly base a judgment," she looked him in the eye, her gold flecked, olive irises clear and sweet tempered as she spoke, wondering briefly if it would be taken as a sign of defiance like so many of her brethren before her.
Her attention wandered for a tiny instant, to a small chickadee flying in the high tree tops. Its little body bathed in a warm orange light as it sang a cheerful note. It flew unaware, unburdened of the unjust system of rule in the lands below. It payed no heed to the slave being sold or of the creatures being dragged away from their freedom. It sang pure. Laine smiled very minutely at the sight of the unadulterated creature. Blessing the it in her soul for what they would not be.
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"There?s no point in being grown up if you can?t act a little childish sometimes."
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Aug 21, 2011 15:09:07 GMT -5
Post by Ϻinέrvă on Aug 21, 2011 15:09:07 GMT -5
Kronos The fae's serene temperament was something Kronos had never before seen in a slave. To her, he seemed to be a minor annoyance, like a fly buzzing too close to her ear. Kronos was used to a fearful response. In fact, he quite enjoyed it when wolves cowered before him. He wouldn't say that she caught him off guard--no one ever caught him off guard--but he hadn't expected this.
As she answered his questions, her eyes took him in, judging him as he was judging her. He jerked away from her cage, a quiet growl rumbling in his throat. Kronos hadn't been so openly scrutinized since his days as a slave. He still didn't like attention unless it was admiration or fear.
The slave, Laine, gave serious answers to his questions, though when he asked them he had only intended to rattle her further. She would have a cool head in battle, he decided. Laine would think logically about where to hunt, instead of wandering around waiting for something to appear. With these assumptions in mind, Kronos decided that she would be a good addition to his pack.
"Well, whether you like it or not, here's your chance to see the swamp." Kronos motioned to the slave trader who was hovering in the background. "This one." The other male hurried forward to open the latch on the door. The front of the cage slid open with a groan, the sound almost like the wining of a defeated slave. Kronos fixed the fae with a hard gaze as he waited for her to exit the contraption. She might be free of the cage, but he didn't want her to get any ideas about running off.
"Follow me," he ordered. Ooc- Sorry you got so little for such a long wait. Do you want to reply first, or should I just make a thread in Groavche?
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Aug 21, 2011 18:22:34 GMT -5
Post by Virtual Rose on Aug 21, 2011 18:22:34 GMT -5
OOC//: It's fine :) Go ahead and make the post in Groavche.
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