Dec 5, 2012 2:25:33 GMT -5
Post by Jato on Dec 5, 2012 2:25:33 GMT -5
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..."