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[⋆Ravɛn]

BECK

(All the things you left behind,
I don't care)

"Don't think twice about running from here. They'll kill you for it, boy."

Beck didn't bother to acknowledge the wolf who had been assigned to bring him here. After a few moments of silence, he heard the canine turn and trot off, leaving Beck alone in the midst of a tangle of both dominors and sklavins. His face held a blank expression, taking in the sights around him.

To his left, a dominor stood closer, snarling at a sklavin who looked ready to drop. To his right, there was another, in the middle of laying down what sounded like rules. For a long moment, Beck stood still, listening to the sounds of snarling, whining, and yelping around him. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, stinging his nostrils and causing him to snort. This had to be the last place on earth that Beck wanted to be, but running again would have solved nothing. He knew that he would be caught once more, just as the wolf who had lead him here had warned. This time, he would be killed for it.

The sole reason that he was here in the first place was for attempting to escape. He had grown bored with his last dominor, deciding that even if he got caught, attempting to flee would give him a little excitement. He hadn't cared, when he had been captured, that he was facing severe punishment for his actions. And harshly punished he was when he returned. Only once his body had healed did his dominor exclaim that he was tired of Beck's indifferent personality, sick of making attempts to break the wolf, and downright fed up with how descructive Beck was. He instructed several of his larger pack members to escort Beck to the infamous Auktion rock.

Along the way, Beck had figured that if he had wanted to, he could have tricked the brutes and escaped. But what was the point? They would have hunted him to the end of the world, and he wasn't entirely sure where he would have gone in the first place. He wasn't familiar with this new land so far away from home, and it depressed him. Not that he exactly wanted to go home. The truth was, Beck didn't care what happened to him anymore. Where he went, he went. In this case, who he ended up with, he ended up with. They would be no different than his last dominor. And they would not be able to make him care about anything.

"You there. You're next."

Ah, he had been noticed. A big burly wolf who clearly was in charge of getting slaves up on the rock was eyeing him with a nasty expression. Beck ignored him, moving to the rock with no protest. He waited calmly as the shaking sklavin already on the rock was claimed. She moved back past Beck on trembling legs, and Beck watched her for a moment before glancing back to the rock. Well. Might as well get it over with.

He took his time as he strolled up to the tip of the rock, looking out over the dominors gathered. Most of them shot him odd looks, and he assumed that they were wondering why he didn't seem frightened or weak. He smirked at this, although it didn't seem particularly heart felt. Almost as if it were an automatic reaction, no thought behind it. Was he making himself an easier target? Would they just want him more, desperate for an opportunity to break his spirits? Or were they so confused by him that none of them would claim him?

Ha. He snorted once more, expression still blank. Fat chance.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,250,true][bg=black] X.x "Quote" thought "speech" text x.X Just a little more, come on and satisfy me The brute trolled into the Akuton rocks, not looking for any particular voice, or presence in his approach. He heald his head proudly, drew his flag up regally, and trotted forth without hinderence. Beige paws pounded the ground with the force of a god, the dirt crumbled under his might. He had come today in his own routine. He visited the rocks everyday to find new slaves to add to his army, he'd have a collection of every kind. the pitiful beggars with nothing left for them to live for, to the aggressive, and rowdy slaves, who have yet to be broken, and trained. The brute made sure that he'd become better than Kasimira. He'd find her achillies heel, and exploit that weakness to his full advantage. Just a little more, come on and terrify me Still sore about this? Yes, he was still fuming. His loss of his slave. Ah she was wonderful. That Korie, she was obedient, fearful, she was perfect. And those rotten elders whom conspired against him, granted her elsewhere. the entire world was against him, there was no one to trust, the only way he'd suceed is if he forcefully beat everyone else into submission. The brute's mind raged wildly, but his expression remained calm, and emotionless. the place seemed devoid of winds today, why was this? The sand, and speckles of pebbles shifted softly as as many candids rushed about their buisness. It was now that the stench of the akuton rocks reached his nostrils, his nose crinckled in disgust. Really the slaves gave their masters greif when they lead them away from the rocks? They were simply beasts if this is what they prefered to the cleanliness of someone's packlands. Take my life and then I'll feel okay Phantom shoved his weight around through the crowd, pushing himself to the front, gaining himself the best veiw of the new lines that were brought him, he hadn't found anything of intrest yet. Till one appeared upon the rocks, the sklavin's face absolutely devoid of any emotion. No fear, nor deffinance, or even a slight hint as to what this one was feeling. Nothing about him would impress a dominor, nor would it spirit any emotions into the dominors for a pleasent game. well there was no sense in letting such a catch rot. He could be molded, such a blank wolf did not always appear in such a perfect state. "You there! come forth!" the brute commanded. "For this day hence you belong to me! Am I understood? I am Phantom, however you will only address me by Lord, or Master." the brute instructed. "what is your name?" the brute inquired looking over his new slave. Words;; 400 Muse;; Meh... Puppets;; Phantom for Beck Notes;; sorry for the LOOONG wait

[⋆Ravɛn]

BECK

(All the things you left behind,
I don't care)

"You there! come forth!"

Beck's gaze fell immediately on the beige brute that had called out, his coat similar to his own. He was so very clearly a Dominor, not just obvious because he'd claimed Beck, but from the way he stood, the way his voice rang out. Beck's ears flickered as he moved back the way he came, down the rock and around it, loping towards the male. As he moved, he continued to study the wolf, trying to get a feel of what his personality was like, how he would treat Beck. So far, nothing.

"For this day hence you belong to me! Am I understood? I am Phantom, however you will only address me by Lord, or Master."

Phantom. Beck was certain he'd remember the name for the rest of his life. He didn't immediately favor either the title Lord or Master. In fact, he didn't particularly care which he used, as long as he remembered to use one or the other. He had learned how to behave like a slave should in his time with his last master, and he knew it wouldn't go over well at all if he did happen to forget to throw a title before this brute's name. Phantom. Hm. He dipped his head slightly, tone betraying no emotion as he replied, "Understood, Lord."

Beck shifted his weight, the tip of his tail flicking stiffly back and forth. His ears swiveled constantly, picking up the sounds of other Dominor's and their sklavins. Most of them were being pushed around, and Beck wondered once more if Phantom would be the violent type. How would he react if the dominor did end up having violent tendencies? He doubted he would care much, although the thought of being shoved around made Beck's ears go still as he focused back on Phantom, who was inquiring his name.

"My name is Beck, Lord." He replied, his eyes meeting Phantom's for a brief second before he realized that it might be taken as a show of defiance or dominance. Rearranging his gaze so that it fell right above Phantom's left brow, Beck allowed a silent sigh to fall from his lips. How would Phantom react to Beck's personality? He knew that the fact he was indifferent to everything was obvious, his expression and voice giving it away. Would it agitate Phantom? Or, Beck wondered, would he find it...useful? Also...just how far could he push Phantom?

Slowly, his gaze flickered back to Phantom's eyes before returning to the spot near his brow, testing as if he were a slightly defiant pup.

Only one way to find out.


OoC: Sorry it's so sucky, still trying to get my muse back after my little vacay. xD

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