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Dec 5, 2012 2:25:33 GMT -5
Post by Jato on Dec 5, 2012 2:25:33 GMT -5
Jato Why am I still here...Most wolves had a reason to live. Usually it was a significant other, young pups, a duty to their pack or just for the sheer enjoyment of following the path of survival. In Jato's case it was simply the case of him not being allowed to die. It was the one luxury in life that he actually wanted. But then again... He shouldn't be complaining. There were many out there who had suffered far worse injustices, he should be thanking the gods and goddesses that he was yet to find a master. It wasn't that noone had taken a fancy to him but rather no one could afford the luxury of a useless pack member. A white mound of fur tightened into a giant ball, pink noise covering his soft, bushy tail. He didn't remember how long he had been in this spot in the corner of the den. It had been what, a day and a half now? Most of the guards figured he was dying so ignored the young wolf, none bothering to even check their suspicions. The other slaves knew better though, some actually cared enough to watch him for just a few seconds to watch his slow breathing, but most just didn't like the idea of a dead body in their sleeping quarters. "... Heh... Good riddance."Jato's ears slowly swiveled forward as he picked up on the whispering of a group of slightly older male Sklavins, many of which had been returned after packs were taken over and the males driven out. The Himalayan male had been around long enough to know they were talking about him. The question was, why? "Get off your lazy tail you worthless cur!"A harsh feminine voice jerked the young wolf awake, scrambling to his unsteady paws and fighting away the aches and pains nipping at his muscles. Jato assumed his usual stance, head low, eyes down, ears back and tail tucked between his legs. He dared not look up at who was talking to him, instead he just stared down at his white paws, scuffling an unrecognisable drawing in the dirt. Jato slunk down slightly and turned to follow after the voice of the female guard. "Grrr... Look at me when I'm talking to you!" the tan she-wolf snapped, teeth lashing out at his right back leg. The white wolf let out a muffled yelp as her incisors closed around his hind foot. Before he could react and move away her jaws had released their hold and fastened themselves around his scruff as they began dragging his frozen body away. The she-wolf shoved him in line before returning to the cave to fetch another victim. Jato shuffled his way through the line, limping slightly from the fresh wound. Another day of standing around being useless... Jato thought to himself, hobbling a few steps forward as another Sklavin was sold off. "Sold!" What's the point, I never get chosen... "Sold!" Another day of humiliation. Just accept the fact that you'll die here damn it... "Sold!" Next!Before he knew it Jato found himself up on the platform, head low and avoiding the cold state of the crowd. He could hear the whispering of the crowd, a soft murmur as many dominoes gazed in awe at his red eyes. But like always, no one was yet to speak up. He heard the sigh of the auctioneer and saw the roll of his eyes. " ... Okay, so who wants him? Young, obedient, rare..."
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Dec 5, 2012 14:18:28 GMT -5
Post by »Image on Dec 5, 2012 14:18:28 GMT -5
MARZELL "Sold!"
Shouts rang out over the crowded space, crowded in an already crowded space. Marzell flattened his ears at the noise, barring his teeth in the process. This place was disgusting. Somehow, in one way or another, the black wolf had found himself among the sklavins and dominors alike, his breath merging with theirs in the growing chills of changing seasons. He wasn't of them--that much he was certain--but the place held a certain taint to its color with a second visit. Something inside Marzell was growling disapproval at his choice, and he was having to shove the uncomfortable feelings deep inside him to keep composure.
"Sold!"
The male's fur rippled angrily as the next sklavin was sold. What was this? Where had this institution, this madness come from? And then, as usual, Marzell jumped back to Irrsin. What had pushed his mother to come here in the first place? Did she relish the feeling that was generated by this atmosphere? In his younger ears, the noises and happenings was a scratching record. Maybe this was her symphony. No, what was he thinking? She was better than that. She was respectable, she was sweet on him. She cared for both him and his other siblings.
No, she always loved Dresna the most.
That thought--the one thing that had haunted Marzell in the weeks after his departure from the Irrsin pack--resonated in him once more. It always rared its snarling head at times like this, prodding him with sharp claws and forcing him to take a second glance at himself in the mirror. Most times, Marzell stubbornly refused, and this time was no different. Turning his head to watch the proceedings, the black male took a double take at the wolf standing before him.
" ... Okay, so who wants him? Young, obedient, rare..."
Rare. That's a despicable way to look at him. The wolves in the front of the crowd were quick to gasp audibly. Odd. Marzell's eyes narrowed as he watched the male standing there with his head down and his tail tucked. The usual sklavin posture. The usual state of mind. Marzell watched as the guards nipped him to trot a small, working circle--a traditional auction procedure, since the dominors always liked to see their sklavin possibilities show some sense of conformation. What a horrible affair. Why was he here again? Better yet, how could he sit here so calmly and not do anything? As his thoughts wandered, Marzell felt the ice ball being to clench inside his stomach. He'd saved Azrael. Just one more, and then he'd be done.
"I'll take him."
Last time he had been here, Marzell had made the mistake of using his natural voice and had ended up looking like a pup. This time, he remembered to talk rougher and raise his posture considerably, as if to mask his frieor title. Marzell's blue eyes gazed around for a challenge. Silence. It was unnerving, the crowd treatment and change after a claim. It was always silence into the next build-up of mutterings. From there it crescendo-ed into louder chatting, but it always, always started with the silence. Always moving in the end, always forgetting about the complexities of the situation.
Marzell moved slowly to finalize the claim, shoving forcibly to make his way through the large throngs of wolves. The sales on this male had been practically non-existent. And why? He hadn't noticed any defect in the white male's movement, or in his posture. Nothing out of the norm for a typical sklavin. Hm. Maybe I just got lucky claiming a sklavin no one else wanted. As soon as he approached the male behind the sale rock, however, Marzell knew exactly what had stunned the crowd.
His eyes were red. A shiver crept hastily up the back of Marzell's neck as he gazed at the male. Against the pure white of the sklavin's coat flickered back two red eyes. They were strangely haunting, if not mildly distressing at first glance. Surely his mother had taught him better than to stare at strangers. And yet, try as he might to think better of his actions, his eyes could not be willed elsewhere. As if to break the awkwardness of the situation, Marzell straightened his posture and blinked an introduction.
"Name's Marzell. What's your name, sklavin?"
Suppressing a nervous laugh, Marzell attempted to regain his dominor facade. He couldn't let something like this rattle his nerves. Not here, at least. He'd have plenty of time to explain himself--and ask this sklavin of himself--back in the territory.
Now was for living up his relation to the fabled Kasimira. He had to be unbreakable.
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Dec 8, 2012 21:17:43 GMT -5
Post by Jato on Dec 8, 2012 21:17:43 GMT -5
Jato "I'll take him."What? It took a lot for him to not announce his surprise out loud and instead his ears swiveled forward and he raised his head just slightly, scanning the crowd quickly to try and locate from whom the voice had come. Had he been dreaming? Were his ears just failing him? Possibly, from what he could gather deafness was probably going to be another side effect of his 'ailment' (or so he heard from the gossiping of a few dog sklavins). A warning growl from a guard to his right sent his ears back flat against his skull and his gaze back down to the dirt. Paw steps shoving their way through the crowd of dominors however told him that he was definitely NOT dreaming. The paw steps grew closer and by now he got the scent of his new master. Male. The seemingly confident sound of his stride however was off. Jato had lived at Auktion Rocks long enough to know this wasn't how most dominors reacted to a 'not very typical' prize. He doesn't know, doesn't he?When black paws finally reached his field of vision, Jato's head raised to meet the eyes of his new master. What did he want from him? Jato wasn't a particularly impressive creature, hunting was out of the question and his demeanor made him worthless as a guard. Maybe he just needed a new punching bag? A little gift for his mate? It was rare that males ever took interest in the albino Himalayan, and since female dominors were rare enough as it was he'd already accepted his fate. Although, it seemed the gods had different plans. The expression on the dark wolf's face said everything. He really had no idea did he? It happened pretty often actually, a feisty young dominor would plunge head first into a sale, tail raised and head high as they pranced towards their new sklavin only to realise she was lame in one leg or blind in one eye. And this male was probably no different. Jato recognised the shocked look burning into his skin. After letting the black dominor's realisation settle in for a bit, Jato broke his eye contact and peered back down at the ground, waiting for the male to call a guard over and cancel his careless purchase. "Name's Marzell. What's your name, sklavin?"Jato almost raised an eyebrow at this, as if to say "You're really going through with this?", but managed to suppress his initial shock. Must be too proud..."... Jato, sir..." the white wolf replied, voice quiet and hoarse. 'Sir'. Was that the right title to use? Or did he prefer 'master'? Or maybe 'lord'? Now wasn't the time to make idiotic mistakes. Too make up for his initial hesitation, he dipped his head down in a respectful bow before straightening himself a bit and awaited orders. Dont speak unless spoken to. Don't look him in the eye, you aren't worthy. 'Mister' is not an appropriate title, sir or master will do. Don't even think about disobeying... ((Curse you writer's block D8))
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Dec 8, 2012 21:53:02 GMT -5
Post by »Image on Dec 8, 2012 21:53:02 GMT -5
MARZELL "... Jato, sir..."
It was a wary response that greeted Marzell. The white male lowered his head respectfully, his posture in the natural sklavin state. Half of Marzell felt compelled to tell the male to pull himself up, but he knew the consequences with the company at the moment. Silence lapped at the time as they stood there, Marzell half unsure of how to proceed. The guard behind Jato was beginning to narrow his eyes questioningly at Marzell and the black male felt his fur prick and heat uncomfortably. It was time to get out of here before someone recognized him.
Instead of listening to his instincts, Marzell snarled slightly, as if already disgusted with his new sklavin.
"Not what I was expecting that's for sure. Nonetheless, you'll do."
It was a comment that needed no response and Marzell was sure to make himself heard by anyone who would be carefully listening in. He curtly dipped his head at the guard before moving to walk around Jato. He might as well play up the facade so he could still claim his face here again if the need arose.
"You will always call me 'Master' or 'Lord', you hear me?"
The words were paired with a snarl and a detestable spit from the black male as he moved around Jato. It was strange, acting so rude to this wolf, this soul just like himself. It was strange and pleasing... Wait--what? No, he wasn't enjoying this. Was he? As much as he didn't want to admit it, there was a certain rush that fizzed through him as he moved, a certain thirst for the actions and domineering attitude. It was a warm, flooding sensation and it had begun to melt his previous ice and apprehension. Maybe this is what Kasimira felt...
"Now get going, sklavin. You have a pack to meet."
With a deep growl and a nip on the white male's back hind legs, Marzell roughly shoved Jato forward. They needed to get going. The act was enough to satisfy any on looker, and Marzell wasn't sure how much more internal confliction he could take for the day. It wasn't physically exhausting to be a domineer by any means (quite the opposite in fact), but he knew well enough that later that night before he slept he would look back on his actions and consider everything a little more carefully. Maybe too carefully.
Marzell lunged forward and led the way from the Auktion Rock, his legs propelling him forward at a quick pace. He hoped to the gods that Jato would be able to keep up. All he really wanted was to go home and sleep, to somehow justify the actions of his parents and himself... Hopefully, Azrael hadn't left in his absence and she'd taken to sleep as well. Thinking of her made his fur tingle almost effortlessly, and Marzell had to stop himself from running faster towards home. But by Iudex, she was gorgeous... [/size]
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Dec 8, 2012 22:27:01 GMT -5
Post by Jato on Dec 8, 2012 22:27:01 GMT -5
Jato Silence. Not quite what he was expecting. Sure, it didn't last more than a couple seconds but he couldn't help sensing the slight uncertainty circling around in the air. What exactly was going through his new master's mind? "Not what I was expecting that's for sure. Nonetheless, you'll do." And with that, reality finally hit him like a ton of bricks. Marzell was a dominor, nothing more, nothing less. Really, what else could he have been? No freior was brave enough to enter Auktion rocks for fear of being captured and him being sklavin was just plain ridiculous. More likely than not, he was just lost in though at first and even the guard beside the white wolf no longer suspected anything. "You will always call me 'Master' or 'Lord', you hear me?""Yes Master." Jato flinched at his words. That single line had hurt him more than any bite ever could. He had known the wolf for no more than five minutes and already he had made a mistake. It was pathetic really, a mistake a new slave would make, not one who grew up here. As the word 'Master' rolled off his tongue, he finally seemed to understand the gravity of his situation. "Now get going, sklavin. You have a pack to meet."The first nip startled the albino wolf and he jumped forward a couple steps before following Marzell a couple steps behind. He kept up easily with the black furred wolf, his height actually helping for once. He kept by his master's flank, stepping out of the way every so often when another dominor or guard would pass by. As they came to the edge of the boundary around Auktion Rock, his ears perked forward slightly, red eyes scanning the horizon. He had spent his entire life here. Never before had he set one paw out of this place. And here he was, off to a completely unknown land to meet complete strangers and live a life that was completely alien to him. Pack life. Suppressing his need to panic and the Stockholm syndrome to this place beginning to consume him, he glanced back once at his old 'home' and continued forward.
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