Nov 20, 2011 21:57:02 GMT -5
Post by ¿℟ᵿҝɸ on Nov 20, 2011 21:57:02 GMT -5
"The forest alive, with leaves, and bone, and hair.
Give the animals their whale."
Give the animals their whale."
It was like this place survived outside of time. The rhythms, fluctuations in traffic detonated by the amount of earth that was present in the stagnant air, though the bodies themselves changed, the faces didn't. The captors, with their stoney facades, mirrored the very walls which funneled throngs of perspective owners and future sklavin, unchanged by the suffering around them. The unlucky souls whom the gods had evidently long abandoned were brushed around, husks of what they once were or could have been. They stood by, watching, waiting, vultures for any scrap of hope or light that may have sunk down to their level. She could see it in their eyes, the ravenous desire for someone to come along and tell them that time existed beyond the vacuum of this place. Unfortunately, Palais was not the savior for them today, for today was her day to be judged.
Black paws absorbed the contours of the clay soil, analyzing each imperfection, and placing each detail within her endless memory.She did the same with the appearance of the wolves guiding her up her rocky path. One was a maned wolf, like herself, only with the correct colors in the right places. She always had an odd fascination with how members of her own breed should look, considering she looked so vastly different. The other was some conglomerate of hair and bulk who looked more akin to an oversized dust-mop than an actual canine, but who was she to judge.
Just as Palais was peering out at the world, it was doing the same to her. A giant off-white maned wolf was hardly common place, even in the context of the auction rock. She could feel their eyes burning against her pale fur, something that she had become immune to over time. The dominors were obviously sizing up her worth, where as the sklavin were merely searching for something outside the suffocating sphere of repetition. As she walked forward she climbed up, reaching the pinnacle of her auction rock journey. There she was above the crowd, for all to see. The maned wolf in front of her spoke up, addressing any perspective new masters.
"Next up we have a real treat for you, today only, A rare sooth-sayer, blessed by the supposed gods of these lands. If you want proof, just look at her pelt-- a white maned, possibly one of a kind. . ."
The male continued his sale-pitch, making Palais seem more valuable than she might actually be. She never stayed at the rock long. Her appearance and rumors that clung to her expedited her stay and made her a wanted sklavin to any dominor. She was rarely mistreated once masters learned she had worth beyond just a visual symbol and pretty face, though some of the brutes who had owned her had been abrasive. Some even lashed out when her advise or "foresight" wasn't just how they wanted it. Still, she never let these mortal hindrances impact her. No matter what was to come, she would face it with the same analytical precision as she would any other.
OOC;; Open. Too lazy to get table coded now. Might edit with it later, but now... CBA.