Jul 18, 2011 21:09:13 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Jul 18, 2011 21:09:13 GMT -5
[/SIZE][/FONT]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.