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Shaking away the clutches of sleep, Ramsay squinted his weary yellow-gold eyes against the piercing rays of the sun. It was early morning, that much he knew, and judging by the burly, flea-bitten brute that was moving from slave to slave to wake them, the day was just beginning for those of Auktion Rock.

"Get up!" The brute snarled, roughly shoving his paws into a young female's side. "Time to line up. No one wants a lazy slave."

Barely able to bite back a snarl, Ramsay lurched to his feet, shaking dirt from his pitch black pelt. The smell of fear and desperation burned his nostrils, and the sharp cackling of crows rang in his ears. Before he could move, another large wolf was shoving him into a line that seemed to stretch for miles. Already he could hear the rumbling of dominors voices as they talked amongst themselves, awaiting the parade of slaves. The unfairness of finding himself here twisted hard in his heart, but he knew that he could not let this anger show on his face. An angry slave, he had learned, made an excellent target. And he was no one's target.

Briefly his thoughts flashed to Malia, the she-wolf that he had become smitten with seemingly so long ago. She had been his heart, his world, and his downfall. Remembering the cold way that she had looked at him, so different from her once warm eyes, made his heart thrum wildly in his chest. She was the reason that he was here, he reminded himself. It did not matter that he could remember her scent, her voice, the feeling of her fur when she nuzzled against him. All that mattered was that she had lied to him. All that mattered was that she had landed him here.

It seemed as if Ramsay had been dwelling on his thoughts for hours when his turn finally came. Curling his lip with disdain as he was urged onto the large, protruding rock, he cast his challenging stare out across the sea of alphas. While he was aware that his behavior would only lead to trouble, Ramsay was so overcome with anger and frustration that he found he did not care. His muscles taut with tension, he narrowed his golden eyes as one of the guards began to rattle off details, almost as if Ramsay was not even a living thing.

"Male, about four years. Strong, and still has a bit o' fight left in him. Would make a wonderful addition to any pack."

Ha, Ramsay thought as he snorted, and each of his hairs seemed to stand on end as the silence stretched on endlessly. A few of the dominors were whispering upon themselves, hesitantly debating while he stood like a lamb ready for slaughter. I'll show them just how much fight I have left.


ooc: This totally sucks because I'm bone tired right now, it will get better!
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Nirco

Dust rose up around him in the soft morning light, the minuscule grains disturbed by the early hustle and bustle of the auktion rock. The place reeked of everything ranging from death to piss, and Nirco silently seethed at the foul conditions in the pens below him, appalled at the state some slaves were in as they were shoved around and threatened by guards. There's a special place in hell for those wolves, he thought with bitterness as he approached the crowd of dominors huddled around the first auctions of the day.

"Male, about four years. Strong, and still has a bit o' fight left in him. Would make a wonderful addition to any pack."

Came the call of information shouted out as the large brute shoved his way through, ignoring the growls and dirty looks thrown his way. He was larger than most of these sorry sons of whores who liked to think themselves above all others, and he wasn't afraid to throw his weight around to assert his place among them. He was new to their ranks, yes, but he'd be damned if that stopped him or scared him off.

At last reaching the front, he laid eyes upon the poor soul who had somehow found themselves in this hell. There was mild surprise at the condition the other was in, for Nirco had been expecting something quite the opposite of this one. He had some dirt and dust clinging to his fur, he noticed as he did a once over, but overall the other male was in good order. The look in the other wolf's eyes was of someone unbroken and unchained, and Nirco found himself admiring his resolve and determination. This was just the kind of wolf he needed; someone willing to stare danger and an utter hopeless situation in the face. "I'll take him," he spoke up with an air of confidence. If only it were that easy.

"Who are you? You don't look like any dominor I've seen"

It had come from his right, and the large brute with the dark fur turned to meet the one that had apposed his claim. Upon realizing it was just an auktion rock guard, he let out a growl and took a menacing step towards him. "I am Nirco, alpha of Gröavche and only a second away from ripping off your nose if you speak again," he snarled and watched with satisfaction as the guard cowered back and said not another word. Normally, Nirco wasn't so hostile towards others. But the brute had absolutely no sympathy or tolerance for anyone that associated themselves with slavery. He'd certainly killed a few of them in his days. "Now, I said I'll take him," he cast a glance at the guard and when no opposition came again he looked towards the slave and jerked his head to the left for him to follow.

Once Nirco was sure they were out of earshot of any greedy ears, he turned to the other, his posture considerably more relaxed now that he was away from the crowd and his impassive gaze almost suggesting nothing had just happened. "What's your name?" He asked, his tone a far cry from the threatening one he had used just a few minutes earlier.

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"I'll take him."

Eyes blazing, Ramsay swung his head around, searching almost hungrily for whoever had spoken. Almost immediately his gaze found the source, a dark, hulking brute with eyes that reflected pure confidence. For a long moment Ramsay watched him, silent as he observed the exchange between the dominor and the foolish guard who opposed him. Things would certainly be more difficult for him now; the dominor was huge, a good eight or nine inches taller than Ramsay, who was certainly not scrawny himself. In a battle of brawn, Ramsay knew he would have a difficult time gaining the upper hand. Fighting to contain a snarl of frustration, he kneaded his paws into the dirt, his mind a hurricane of thoughts and concerns.

When the brute suddenly turned his blue eyes onto Ramsay, he stilled his fidgeting but did not flinch or glance away. With a suggestive tilt of his head, the dominor trotted further away from the large group of wolves gathered, and Ramsay knew that he was to follow. For a moment he considered stubbornly holding his ground, but quickly he thought better of it. He was surrounded by dominors, after all, and he knew that any one of them would love to see him torn down for disobedience. He felt like a sheep in a wolfs den, and while he hated feeling helpless, he knew that he had no choice. With an agitated flick of his tail, he picked his way down the rock to trail after his new master before coming to a halt several feet away.

"What's your name?"

Ramsay flicked his gaze towards the dominor, wearily sizing him up. He had seemed to relax fairly quickly after the short exchange with the guard, and Ramsay could only wonder which side of him was seen more frequently. Blinking his golden eyes, he let his silence stretch on for a few moments before finally clearing his throat and answering.

"It's Ramsay."

His words were clipped and short, defiance and distaste ringing in every syllable. He was not suited for the sklavin lifestyle, and the fact that it had been forced upon him still made his fur bristle. Tearing his gaze away from the dominor, he turned to survey his surroundings, his eyes flashing with simmering anger and indignation as he watched a timid she-wolf cower to her snarling dominor. It sickened him. Slavery was something that Ramsay had never condoned, something that he had never understood. How anyone could treat their equals as if they were filth baffled him. And now I get a taste of it. Lucky me.

With anger as his fuel, Ramsay turned back to face the dominor, letting a clipped question fall from his muzzle.

"And what should I call you? Master or something of the sort?"

He knew that his words were disrespectful, but still, Ramsay couldn't bring himself to regret them. Standing with his head held high, he waited, wondering briefly if he would receive his first beating for his hastily snapped words.
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Nirco

The tone in which the other's words were laced in might of angered any other alpha. But not Nirco. Not today and not in this situation. He felt the brute he had claimed had every right to be as angry and defiant as he seemed, given where he was. Nirco could feel the tension rolling off the other male and followed his eyes to the poor she-wolf that was being tormented by her dominor. It sent waves of his own anger washing over him and he would of liked nothing more than to tear that sorry excuse of a wolf down. But he couldn't. Not here and not yet. Maybe when and if his plans expanded and his rebellion started, he'd find that disgusting dominor and rip him apart.

"And what should I call you? Master or something of the sort?"

Flicking his blue gaze back to his 'sklavin', the way in which he had asked was not lost on him. Nirco let an amused smile flash across his muzzle then. Freeing his first would be fun. "I am Nirco. You can call me Nirco," he shrugged and watched the other, darker coated male for a moment, carefully picking over what he should say next. "I'm not your average dominor. In fact I'd hate to even be called one." The large brute watched him for a moment before continuing. "Listen, I don't want you as my slave or any of that bullshit. I hate it and it's disgusting. As soon as we're away from this prison you're free to do one of two things. The first would be to leave and make your life what you will. I won't stop you, though I can't say I won't be disappointed. The second option is to come back to Gröavche with me. I like your spirit and I need good wolves if I'm going to be able to continue freeing. The dominors will notice eventually and many won't like it. I can offer you a home, food and the satisfaction of tearing down this despicable operation if you help." That had to be the most that Nirco had said in years, and it felt strangely gratifying. But he couldn't help but look around in a somewhat nervous way, making sure there were no eavesdropping ears to overhear this conversation. He found everyone to preoccupied to take notice. With a look back at Ramsay, he finished. "Either way, you are free."

He turned then, picking his way out of this hell and hoping that the second option he'd thrown on the table would appeal the most to Ramsay. His ears flicked back in hopes of hearing his following paws.