Oh, Glory ~Wolf~ [M]

[Sphuul]

Avalon

Lately it seems like,
Everybody's sick, everybody's died
Build myself a wall up on happy highs
Know in my heart that my head is lying, lying
Oh glory, I think I see you round the bend.

An escort of guards parted the mass of wolves that stood on the Auktion Rock. The tumult of noise, yelling and screaming along with the whimpers and yelps of broken Sklavin, almost completely subsided as the wolves escorted the ruby red female. The guards had seen her size and posture as a thread, and despite her bruises being a weakness, they had assigned four guards to the troubled Avalon.

They had picked her up a short time ago, where her clan had left her. The stupid brutes had chosen to live near the AUktion rock, despite the danger the land held. Without her so-called family, AV had been released of her bonds, and not felt like a free wolf, strange considering she had just been taken up as a slave.

Supressing a sigh, the fae walked on, ignoring the stares and muttered whispers. It's like they've never seen a maned wolf before.. AV raised her head, smirking slightly at the shocked gazes of her fellow sklavin and the muted growling of her guards. She would not go down easily. If someone touched her, she would be sure they paid for it. She huffled loudly, a sound that came from deep inside her chest, quiet growling rumbling her lungs. This would be a strange adventure, and she was prepared for anything. Or so she thought. As the guards continued to move, they approached the middle of the rock, continuing on without a word.

[Wolf]

ERUS

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A tall female Sklavin was escorted through the crowds, drawing eyes and whispers. Behind her, the same crowds parted and fell silent, as an ever larger Dominor strode through them like they were nothing more remarkable than water 'round the base of his solid rock. This male was huge, a full 40" tall and his thick fur hid the fact that he was a mere 60 pounds, though every ounce of that was rock-solid, bone-breaking muscle. There was nothing inferior about this red and black beast, with his almost black eyes that danced with an evil-natured mirth and intelligence, and white plumed tail that was raised tall and proud as his white throated muzzle. The ebony mane that spread from the base of his skull to about midback was raised to it's full height, a sail of threatening show.

Coming up just behind the strides of the four guards and their prisoner, Erus gave a throaty chuckle that sounded more like a snarl than any true humor. Halt. Guards, you may stay, but give us some distance. There is no reason to suffocate the lady. If the guards held any surprise or rage at the orders from a stranger, they hid it when they realized his easy and confident authority, and his size, which was even greater than their slave, whom took four of them to hold. They backed off about five feet each, close enough to grab her should she run, and sitting in a semi-circle with Erus at it's head, guarding any escape routes.

You, girl, would be a pretty addition to my lands. I just challenged for the Regnen pack, the coward Alpha never responded, so it is mine. I need slaves, and a young, strong female like yourself would suit me nicely. His tongue curled around the words "strong", "female", and "nicely" in a highly suggestive way. His cunning gaze slid over her body, taking in every detail, down to her luscious curves, muscled form, and liquid brown eyes. How much for her? Erus' gaze instantly snapped to the nearest guard, completely ignoring the female now, beyond the obvious threat in his previous words.

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[Sphuul]

Avalon

Lately it seems like,
Everybody's sick, everybody's died
Build myself a wall up on happy highs
Know in my heart that my head is lying, lying
Oh glory, I think I see you round the bend.

The large group had been walking only a couple minutes longer when the whispers quieted, and dead stillness came upon them. AV looked around her curiously, but the eyes had gone from her to somewhere behind her escort. The fae's head craned back to see, and she was sharply cuffed by one of the guards. A growl shuddered through her body, and the group halted as the guards took turns biting and hitting her, punishing her for the mistake she had made, questioning authority. It didn't last long and Avalon took it quietly, and as she stood a voice called out to the guards. The laugh the wolf had given was slick with anger, a snarl settling at the end of the sharp note. A shudder slithered down her spine, and she turned around to look.

The guards made no move towards her as the male spoke, as he was ordering them away. They backed up, much to her surprise, and AV turned to look at the male who had so easily unchained her. He began to speak then, and his words had her backing a step away, her blood beginning to boil at his innuendos. She wished the guards were closer, because this male would tempt her to do something that was forbidden for her position. Her head bowed in respect, out of instinct, but that was as far as she would go. Her long legs folded, putting her into a defensive crouch, as her lips lifted over her teeth. A snarl rumbled in the fae's throat, clearly warning the male. AV realized it would do no good, but as he finished speaking her maw opened out of sheer rage. "You are correct, calling me strong. You may soon find out just how strong, sir." It was almost insulting, adding the formality at the end of her threat. She did not respect this male; she resented him. She forced herself to keep her angry composure, to not gag as the male looked over her, a hungry note in his eyes. He spoke again, but it was not to her. AV's eyes widened in complete shock at what he uttered. Apparently he had no thoughts of self preservation. This would only bring him pain. "I am sure you won't have to pay for me, master," She spat the last word at him, disgusted to have it slithering through her throat. "They will be glad to rid themselves a problem like me." She gave him a smirk, her eyes challenging all wolves who lingered around them. Let them come and attack. Let them come..

[Wolf]

ERUS

Erus chuckled at the slave's growls, not intimidated at all. Turning his attention away from the guard who had just stepped forward to respond to his sales questions, his near black eyes focused on her. What is your name, dearest fae? Not that it truly matters, for the power in a name does nothing for a Sklavin, but I'd like to know who I am taking under my loving wings of protection.

[/b] The stiff mane of his spine was slowly relaxing, showing her exactly his opinion of her strength, though his posture was tall and proud and his gaze was a constant show of aggressive, masculine pride and power. There was nothing "fake" about the brute, not down to the every rippling rope of muscle and tendon that directed steely bone.

For future reference, I would prefer you to not use such aggression while talking to me, and to never call me sir. I don't prefer the title. Master or My Lord will do just fine, thank you.[/b] While Erus' words were all civilized and placed politely, his tone was filled to the brim with suggestions of pain and violence, and of threats of his own strength and abilities. I will ignore such behavior for now, but in the future I shall not. Such insubordinance will be treated as such, and you will find certain mealtimes disappearing, or work rosters becoming overly full, with rather unpleasant chores.[/b] Pure, brash meaning glittered in those cold eyes, telling of exactly what chores a female like her could expect.

Turning once again to the guard, he talked out prices, and as she had suggested she was indeed found to be on "sale" of sorts. For a few small exchanges and threats, she was his. Erus quickly had them place iron manacles around her legs, and a thick band around her neck; all chained together like a harness to minimize her movement to no more than a brisk walk, and attached to a short chain that he could carry at will. For now he draped it over her back and nudged her forward. Let us be on our way dearest, I must start telling you my expectations of you and your services. You will listen to my every command. You will not interact with any other male or female beyond short conversation, and if you choose to take a mate you must gain breeding clearance from me. If I decide to do as such, you will carry my pups, without complaint or evil thought towards the young. I have adequate punishment, as previously mentioned, for every disobedience, and I am not afraid to harm your pretty pelt, though I'd really rather not. If you prove to be a loyal Sklavin bitch, I may grant you the power of a normal pack wolf in Regnen, though you will never be able to leave as a Freior. Also, if I ever leave the pack, you will be reduced back to Sklavin and will move on with me. Understood, girl?[/b] Cold eyes rested on her as the male set a rather quick walk in the direction of the Regnen forest, just fast enough to be near impossible in those chains. If she stepped in a pothole or over a branch, the likelihood of her tripping was high. Just enough to keep her so focused on listening and trying not to fall, escape would be impossible, though the chains already guaranteed that.[/blockquote][/size][/color]

[Sphuul]

Avalon

Lately it seems like,
Everybody's sick, everybody's died
Build myself a wall up on happy highs
Know in my heart that my head is lying, lying
Oh glory, I think I see you round the bend.

As he began to chuckle, the large fae's eyes narrowed in disgust. It was only out of forced instinct, not respect, that had her answering his question. "I am known as Avalon." AV's gut had her cutting her snappy remark off before it was uttered, her eyes watching the male carefully. Something about him was off, and she shouldn't push him too far, to his limit, as she so badly wanted to do. No, her will to live was too strong for her to risk her life that stupidly. She would wait and watch, and wait for her opportunity.


He opened his maw to speak again, and she found herself sneering. Ah well, if she was hit, so be it. AV was used to it, and this male would have to get used to delivering the blows. She wasn't going down without a blazing fight. His threat bounced off of her, uncaring. No, there was no torture on earth he could deliver that she had not already experienced. The thought gave her power, and it gave AV the strength to keep her mouth shut. As the brute turned back to the guard, she listened attentively. They had indeed wanted her gone, and he had easily bargained with threats and warnings. And then, after a moment, her binds had been reinstated, now carried by this male. She was his. The thought made her sick, and her sarcastic look faded, replaced by an easy mask of non emotion. She would not show him how much she was scared of him.

As if he had read her thoughts of bindings, the male ordered for her to be chained. The harness was heavy and restricted her movement. She found herself attempting to wiggle out of it, but she calmed herself quickly, forcing her paws to stay still as they strapped the chains onto her. A soft nudge let her know they were finished and she began to walk slowly, listening to her new masters words as he jogged ahead of her easily. How she despised him. And how she envied him, with his movements being free and yielding, not tied down with chains as she had been. A part of her worked up her emotions, worked up her rage, as the other half listened to his words. As he finished, she nodded softly. "Yes, m'lord. I understand." She understood, but she did not care. Avalon would do what she needed to. As he sped up, getting farther from her, a bit of her recklessness reared its head and she slowed down, allowing her movements to seem a bit labored. She would take her time walking to her new 'home'. He would not abandon her, and it would irritate him. He could no more force her to speed up as she could force her body to be infertile. She fully understood what he planned, and AV's heart ached. She would have to go through that alone, and she would do it without complaint. She vowed that these pups, if they were blessed with life, would not leave her side like her others had been ripped from her. She would fight until her last breath for it, and a short huff escaped her maw, a determined look settling over her face. This was the beginning of the end.

[Wolf]

ERUS

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Sensing the female slowing down, and knowing exactly what game she played, Erus turned. Avvie, dearest, you really don't want to be out here when it gets dark. My plan was to get home quickly, and let you have a lazy day or two before I started your training. If you'd rather start it here?

[/b] Those black eyes glittered with an eager lust, the thought of punishing her making his breath come fast and harsh as he took in that lush body again.

Strolling back to her, his emotions reined in except for in those deeply disturbed and intelligent eyes, he picked up the length of chain and used his superior strength to give her a good tug that caused her thin height to stumble and fall to the ground. Instantly his body blanketed her's, the combination of his extra height and weight alongside the tangled mess of chains making her almost completely immobile. Choose carefully, and choose quickly, before I choose for you. Whatever you decide on, I'll take your word that you'll be a good, obedient girl and do as I saw. Understood, Avvie?[/b] Yes, he was sick. Yes, he was twisted. And yes, he loved every damn minute of it.

Getting back to his feet, he dropped the chain across her splayed body, and left her to get herself up, with the heavy weight of steel chains bearing on her the whole time. Once she was up fully, his voice a cold, cruel whip edged in iron lashes, he ordered her forward. Next time I won't give you the option, or the threat. I will take you where you stand. You are not spoken for, bitch, except by me. You have no mate or father or master to protect you, so you are MINE. Move.[/b] He stood behind her, close enough that his breath was hot and promising along the fur and skin of her flanks, waiting for her to move forward at his chosen pace, as the sun quickly sank towards the horizon before them.[/color]


OOC- Just so we make it clear now, before we really RP them much. How far rating wise are you willing to get? Obviously we can't get too graphic, but just want to check to make sure you're okay with it all first?[/blockquote][/size]

[Sphuul]

Avalon

Lately it seems like,
Everybody's sick, everybody's died
Build myself a wall up on happy highs
Know in my heart that my head is lying, lying
Oh glory, I think I see you round the bend.

Avalon was playing a dangerous game, and she was fully aware of the consequences. But she could not be obedient, could not let him do this to her without him understanding that she would not be the average slave. Her eyes stayed on the ground as she continued to move slowly as he spoke to her, waiting for a move that he would surely make. All she had to do was wait. He would make the move himself, and she could decide from there. His move turned out to be cruel, uncaring, and utterly callous.

Making his way back to her, he picked up the length of chain that had fallen from her back, and tugged her, hard. She lost her balance, and fell onto the ground, getting dirt in her mouth and on her fur. She couldn't help but cough, spitting as much of the dirt as she could out of her mouth. AV had positioned herself to stand, but the brute was on her, his breath hot and fast on her neck. The fae froze, unsure of what he was going to do. He had impaled her upon the ground, and as he spoke, she struggled to breath. Av refused to respond to the brutes words, knowing her mouth would get her into more trouble than it would get her out of.

Soon enough the male stepped off of her, dropping the thick chain back on her back. It knocked the air out of her lungs again, but she stood carefully, wary eyes locked onto her master. This was not the time to be sassy, or sarcastic. He meant business, and he had every right to do anything he wanted to her. As he spoke again, he moved back towards her flank, his words and the hot breath on her pelt drove her into a blind rage before she realized what happened, Her head twisted back to give him a nasty glare, her maw opening, the words spitting from her tongue. "Fuck you!" The snarl that followed shook her entire body, and her muscles began to tremble. Avalon vaguely understood that was probably the last straw for him. Things were going to get bad. But her blood had stirred, and it ran hot in her veins as she gave her coldest look to the male that now owned her life. Try it. I dare you.



OOC- I'm okay with RPing anything you're up for. I've written things worse than this, and I'm fully prepared c:

[Wolf]

ERUS

Fuck you! The female's words rang out through the air just as the sun kissed the horizon and the earth turned black. Erus' face split into a wide grin, malice dancing in his eyes. Gladly, baby, I was simply waiting for your permission. I won't make you wait any longer, you poor dear. Just standing there, wanting me. My apologies for the delay.

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No sooner had his tongue curled around the last syllable, nor his jaws clicked together soundlessly, then he was on her back with his heavy weight shoving her toward the earth until she crouched. Burying his fangs deep into her scruff, tearing and bloodying the flesh there, completely ignorant of the thick mane that fought so needlessly to protect her skin, he pressed himself upon her with a feral ferocity.

Enjoying your sassy ass now? Erus demanded roughly, panting over his exertions. I know I am, as I will when I see your sides grow fat and round with my pups. Continuing to press himself upon her until they were both sweaty and dusty from the dirt path beneath their paws, the chains eternally tangled around Avalon's paws, he finished and extracted himself from the mess, leaving them both panting, and her non-so-gracefully left on the ground.

Get up, slave. Erus spat viciously, spitting out a mouthful of black edged fur and her blood, watching as the dust around her sprawled out body trickled with slivered streams of blood from the wound in her scruff. It would soon dry up and scab over, but she needed to clean it when they got back, or it would get infected. When we get to my territory, you will get that cleaned and patched up, then will stay in my den for the next two days while you heal. I will leave you alone as long as you rest and don't try anything, and you will remained chained the entire time.[/size][/blockquote][/color]

[Sphuul]

Avalon

The moment those two words left her maw, Avalon knew she had made a mistake. Part of her understood what was about to happen, but another was clueless as to the consequence her outburst was sure to bring. The fae didn't have to wait long for her knowledge to be confirmed. He spoke and her heart sank. AV had expected this, but not so soon, not so quickly after being claimed. As he finished speaking he was on her, and her torture began.

Avalon began to retreat into herself, but the fighting, tortured part of her screamed at her. She needed to do something, or this would end up like it did last time. NO! No. This needs to stop. It can't happen, not again.. As her eyes dulled and her soul reigned itself in, a bubble of air came out of her muzzle, a whispered no.. It was fragile, but crystalline in it's elegance, and AV was sure the brute had heard her. The gentle sigh had been all she could manage though, and the fae slipped away from her body as the torture began.

Because she had retreated inward, gone too far to recognize anything but her inner emotions, which had deadened, she did not hear his words, did not hear his panting nor felt his movement. In this state, Avalon was utterly alone, and her broken self cried in muted anguish. She had failed herself, failed her pups, failed everything. She had broken her life once more, and the peices would simply not come together. No matter how hard she tried, her life had shattered, and it was through. Nothing could change what was happening now.

Although it had only lasted a couple of minutes, AV felt as if she had been disconnected for eons. Time was meaningless to her in this frame of mind, and it dragged as she struggled to comprehend her future. Her very soul cringed away from it, and in the end, she came back to herself as confused as she had been. As the fae regained her body, she gave a shuddering gasp. Pain was everywhere, and her fur felt sticky with blood. Her neck and shoulder throbbed with each movement, but she quickly stood when the brute ordered her to. Well, as quickly as the chains allowed her to. They made her stumble, and her legs trembled as she fought for her strength to return. It had been torn from her body, and AV felt very weak.

Avalon's head began to clear, and she looked about herself, surprised and mentally horrified. Blood and dust covered the area around her, as well as her fur. The heavy scent of rust and salt hit her nose, and she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to calm herself. It didn't work, as she had expected it to, and she opened her glittering orbs once again. AV would not look at him. It was disrespectful, and she needed to watch herself. No, she was not done with her rebellion. But she was far too weak to dish out anything more. He had given her the worst punishment possible, and the thought gave her strength. He can hurt me and abuse me, but he has given out the worst of his torture. He can no longer hold that over me..

The fae's ears flicked as Erus spoke once again. His words mattered little to her. Blah blah blah, blah. It was all the same. She had heard this before, and far more. Swallowing a huff of exasperation, she waited quietly for him to finish. As the silence swallowed them once more, her maw opened. "Yes, master." The hoarse grating of her voice only proved how weak she was. He will get a kick out of that.. AV mused softly, her eyes peeking at the brute. The chains holding her down rattled quietly with each shuddering breath. It was the only sound and it consumed her mind as she waited for a command.

[Wolf]

ERUS

The tall brute watched and waited for his Sklavin's response, and when it came, it pleased him. He was vaguely bugged that she avoided his gaze, but the scratchy edge to her voice told him she had suffered for her disobedience. Good girl, Avie.

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At her clear pain he grows worried, his gentler side taking over, and he scoots to her side, moving slowly and in clear sight, as one might with a skittish horse or hurt dog. Once next to her, the Maned Wolf's tongue lapped at the wound he had so easily inflicted moments before, cleaning and soothing the pain. Soft, comforting coos emit from his throat, gentle worry in his eyes. Poor girl... You need to be more careful... Getting yourself hurt like that...[/b]

When all the blood and dust was cleared from her neck fur, Erus moved to her back, and slowly brought himself all over her body. Soon she was spotless, except for the small trickle of blood from her wounds, and he had managed to spread his scent all over her. Now she would be safe from other Dominors, and would be allowed passage through the Regnen territories. In response to the blood, he trotted off the path into the surrounding forest a ways, and comes back with a small pawful of leaves. Crushing them between his teeth, he gently rubs their juices into the teeth marks and licks the blood away again as the plants take their soothing affect on the pain, and stops the bleeding. That should hold until we get to our den, then I will find a bandage for you. Come along now, Avie, it's time to be off. I'm guessing you're hungry, if we find something on the trek home I'll catch it for you. If not, one of our pack members will get you something when we get home.[/b]

Erus padded down the path once more, but this time it was a slow and easy pace, so that she might keep up if she so chose.[/color][/size][/blockquote]

[Sphuul]

Avalon

Avalon was expecting anything, prepared for anything except for what actually happened. Instead of a harsh command being barked out of his maw, Erus actually began to move towards her slowly, as if he was worried he would frighten her. The thought made her want to laugh, but she reigned it in. No telling what the brute would do if she actually laughed. And why did she want to laugh? Not after what happened. Nothing should be funny. It.. didn't make any sense. AV shook her head softly, irritated with herself.

Her mental irritation vanished as a tongue began to gently lick her neck, removing the blood and dust from her wound. She froze for a moment, her head turning to look at whoever, whatever had dared to touch her when her master was around. But AV only saw Erus there, licking her wounds and cleaning her up. She couldn't help but stare. Moments ago he had been harsh, cruel, and had taken her in a rush of lust and hatred. Now he seemed calm, gentle, as he licked her clean. For the first time, his touch did not hint of anything, did not show his true motives. He was simply helping her, and that was dangerous. Allowing herself to trust him would ultimately lead to things worse than what he had already given. It would lead to kindness, happiness, love.. And that would not happen. Love was an emotion that constantly twitched out of AV's grasp, and she was not eager to catch it today.

In her struggle, she did not notice that Erus had left, stopped cleaning her. Before she could register she was alone, he was back, carrying leaves. AV didn't dare move as he worked, chewing them and applying the leaf juice. As soon as the first droplets touched her wound, she relaxed and a soft sigh slipped through her maw before she could help it. The pain was gone. It had simply vanished, leaving behind a cool feel. AV became suspicious, looking at Erus cautiously. Why did he care if she was in pain? Why go through the trouble cleaning and dressing a wound when she was nothing more than a sklavin? His toy, his puppet, and he had the strings tightly in his grasp. He began to speak again, and she listened attentively. Yes, she was hungry, but she did not want to take anything from this brute. Like she would have a choice. He began to move, and she followed, trying her best to keep quiet as she moved. Erus had set a slow pace, allowing her to walk easily behind him, instead of pushing difficultly with each step. AV fell into pace behind him, leaving the Auktion Rock behind. "Thank you, master." It was dangerous, but the words had slipped out. Hopefully he would see them as nothing more but thanks for his actions. If he thought she trusted him, what would he do? AV was terrified to find out. She may find out anyways, all too soon.

[Wolf]

Hey, I think we should start a new thread in the pack territory. I will post one in a day or two, as spring break starts tomorrow! :)

Sorry for lateness! Please check my post in Absence board for excuses >///<

[Sphuul]

Sounds good to me, Wolfie.