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DALEIA

Deep inside I know what I am worth;
a life of my own.

Each step that she took, the whispers followed her.

Daleia walked behind the two hulking guards with her head held high, as if she were not a sklavin, as if she were not dirt. Her bright amber gaze did not falter from something in the distance, something unknown, as if she could see something that they could not. She could hear her comments, could feel their hot gazes on her, but she was used to this. She was different; a dhole, a dog, a mutt, she had been called everything in her lifetime. Long ago their comments had stopped bothering her. She had hardened herself against it, had convinced herself that she was beautiful and unique, had even started to believe it herself. And it showed in the high tilt of her head, the intelligent gleam of her gaze, the way her hips swung, and the mysterious half-smile that seemed entirely too flirtatious for a slave. It intrigued them to see someone so low walk as if they were better than all else, as if they had no care in the world. Daleia reveled in it. 

She was smaller than everyone here, but still somehow she commanded attention without fully intending to as she strolled in the wake of her captors. They lead her deeper into the midst of auktion rock, past corpses and bloodstains, past dominors that leered suggestively at her lithe frame. Still, she did not quiver or pull away. Still, she walked as if she was queen of the bloodsoaked dirt. 

They took her to a line, full of pathetic sklavins that shrunk away from eye contact, flattening their bodies against the earth. Haughtily she sat on her haunches, curling her feathery black tail around her tiny little paws. Her rounded ears swiveled atop her skull as she gazed around her, her mind a whirl of ideas and calculations. She could see no plausible escape from here, not when she had attracted so much attention, so Daleia began to plan far, far ahead. Perhaps if she could get a decent dominor, she could turn him (Please, god, let it be a male...) into putty in her paws. And then, eventually...what? A rise in the ranks? Escape? It was all too much to think about, but she had to turn this situation into a positive one.

The line surged forward, and slowly, she followed. Inch by inch they moved forward, each miserable sklavin earning themselves a new home, or being recycled to the end of the line. It was not long before it was her time. She quickly ran her tongue over her red pelt, ensuring that she was clean and presentable as she stepped up onto the rock.

Immediately, they began to call to her. Some whistled, some jeered, some called threats and comments that were nearly enough to make her stomach turn. Daleia sucked in a deep breath, forced herself to wipe all emotion from her features, and waited. This would either end very good, or very bad, but either way she would make the best of it. She always did. 

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FENRIR

With a land claimed for his forming pack, the next thing for Fenrir to do was to check out this so called auktion rock where he would be able to claim his first, and hopefully lead Sklavin. So here he stood among the crowd of gathered Dominors in the morning, wanting to get here earlier to snag the best slave that would be showed for the day. Unlike some of these wolves, Fenrir was no looking for somebody that would rolled over at a mere glance, lick his paws ready for their first task. No, the man wanted a challenge, somebody worth claiming as his first, to catch other Dominor's eyes, having to do a double take.

As time passed on the man was growing annoyed, each Sklavin brought onto the showing rock was thin an weakly, looking as though they wouldn't even survive the night on their own. Too thin, sick, too submissive, is it even alive?, too young. Fenrir huffed, picking himself up and turning away, about to leave the auktion and just look for others interested in joining Regnen, but the sudden change in the crowd caused him to stop and look back at what they were jeering and whistling at.

What he saw was enough to bring his mood back, lips curling into a satisfied grin, body turning back around. Wat was being presented was an interesting creature, not one of their kind, something he had never seen before. Unique. And what seemed to pull him towards her even ore, that defiant look in her eyes, a Queen among pathetic whelps. She had a fire within her, ready to burn whatever dare came near her with her permission. 'Yes, this one. I shall claim this one.' He thought, tongue running over his lips as he stepped forward, making his way to the front of the crowd.

A few snips had been delivered as Fenrir shoved some Dominor aside that were practically ready to pounce, using his large frame to push them back and away from his claim. "I claim... this special little devil." He spoke up loud and clear, voice holding that tone where others would back off. Tail wagged behind his frame, golden eyes locked onto the dhole with a grin, giving the little beauty a wink and nod to bring herself over once the seller approved.

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"I claim... this special little devil.”

The words had Daleia’s delicate muzzle turning as her chocolate-hued gaze searched for the source of the voice. When she found it she paused, her eyes widening a fraction of an inch as she took in the sheer size of the male. He was a giant, easily double her size, and it was only after a brief moment of hesitation that she moved forward with all of the dignity that she could muster. The few dominors who hovered close to where he stood backed away as she approached, accepting the brute’s claiming of her with only a few grumbled protests. She ignored them as easily as if they were irritating flies; to her, they were.

There was something is his eyes that sparked her interest, a certain mischievous glint that made her wonder what she could expect from him. Standing in front of him, Daleia noted that her head was barely level with his chest. If she crouched just a bit, she easily could have stood beneath him. This is certainly an interesting turn of events, she thought, secretly glad that one the mangier, lecherous dominors had not claimed her before his colossal male did.

”My lord,” she said, her feminine voice pitched low, silky smooth and pleasing to the ears, as Daleia had once been told. The corners of her lips curled just slightly into the ghost of a smirk; inside, she was uncertain of what this brute would demand of her, but on the outside she was cool and formal. She raised her head to meet his golden eyes, which burned with all the intensity of the sun, for a short moment. Long enough for him to see that she was no whimpering coward, but short enough so that she offered no challenge. She had spent many moons perfecting her behavior until she could serve her dominor smoothly and efficiently. They were lessons that the dhole would not soon forget.

”I am Daleia,” she said, rounded ears twitching atop her skull as she glanced sideways towards a dominor who had passed too close to her. It only took a moment for the stranger to spot her new master before he was flitting away as quickly as he had come. Satisfied that they were secluded again, she turned back to face him, the rays of the sun catching on her auburn coat.

”What shall I call you that would please you the most?” Her smirk was wider now, just slightly, as she watched him to gauge his reaction to her. Diligence was her specialty, after all.

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There was a moment of hesitation from the female when Fenrir staked his claim, her chocolate colored eyes running over his large frame. He was probably the biggest out of this bunch she might have seen in some time, and it was this that made his head raise in pride, muscles rippling beneath his dark pelt. His gaze was locked onto her as she made her way down, an eyebrow raising at the realization of her true size now that she was off the showing rock. The female was about half his size, but he was sure she made up for it in personality, not all bark and had some bite in her.

Ears shifted forward to catch her feminine voice, low, silky, almost pleasing to his ears. At this time everyone around them was tossed away, a darkness spreading from his body, covering their surroundings and leaving only the sunlight to shine upon the two. Calling him lord first pleased him, but it wasn't enough to catch his full attention just yet, she would have to do some work to fully please him. She smirked, the look in her eyes giving away her true self as a tougher slave that wouldn't whimper beneath him, but did give him the position of Dominor. Nice.

The strange canine gave her name, Daleia, equally unique as her appearance. Fenrir's lips parted to speak but quickly peeled back as he noticed a Dominor pass by too close to his new Sklavin, a low growl slipping from his jaws. With him gone quickly he would turn his attention back to his new slave, asking what name she should call him that would please the man, still with that little smirk on her features. With a quick run of his tongue over canines, the man would motion the female to follow along side him, wanting to leave the auktion rock so that they could talk along the way back to her new home.

“For now, you may call me M'lord, little beauty.” He spoke in a rough, almost gravally tone. His golden eyes stared ahead as they moved, if she followed beside him of course, which she should know to do or suffer the consequences. "You are in luck Daleia, I just formed a pack, and you will be the very first Sklavin.” He grinned, tossing a short glance her way to see what her reaction would be. “We will need to do some work to it,” he turned his attention back to the path ahead of them, "so I expect good things from you."

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“For now, you may call me M'lord, little beauty.”

Daleia breathed a silent sigh, relieved that her original title for him had been correct. Brutes could be so picky, especially dominors, and she’d been berated before by referring to a dominor as “sir” when he preferred “my lord”, or vice versa. As he began to walk she trailed beside him, little legs working to keep up with his long strides. She did not think to complain; her thoughts were otherwise occupied, and a male of his stature was not something to gripe about, anyways. If he was a good dominor, and Daleia thought that he was, he would protect her as long as she was obedient. Her small size had always left her more prone to attacks from larger wolves, but that was a thing of the past. No one would dare touch her when such a hulking rex watched over her.

"You are in luck Daleia, I just formed a pack, and you will be the very first Sklavin. We will need to do some work to it, so I expect good things from you."

She glanced up in time to catch his grin, and answering smile forming easily on her lips. Her quick brain was already working, considering. He was a new dominor then, and as his first slave, she would hold precedence over the others that he would claim. Such an odd thing for satisfaction to settle in her belly with the thought; she was actually glad that she would be in a higher position of slavery. Ha. Either way, Daleia would do what she had to do, always. She was not so daft as to pass up such an opportunity as this; if she could remain his favorite slave, his most coveted, only good things would follow. It was that thought that made her brush her side against his very lightly, the faintest touch that signified devotion and respect.

”Of course, my lord,” she replied to him, lifting her muzzle just slightly towards the warmth of the sun despite the frigid snow that nipped at her paws. ”I wouldn’t dare offer any less.”

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NOTES: a little short, but I figured we could continue this in Regnen? c:

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FENRIR

She was silent at first when he spoke, giving her new Dominor the silence he sought from an obedient Sklavin. His strides were casual, but because of his larger mass compared to the small female his steps were longer. Not exactly the kind, thoughtful type, Fenrir only slowed the slightest so that the strange looking slave could remain beside him without exerting herself before they reached his claimed land. And when it came to him stating she was his first for this, he caught her smile, feeling a light brush of her side against his leg. The man smirked, making a pleased nod of his head as they walked, tail swinging behind him at this good start.

With mention, of work when they got to the territory, Daleia replied in acceptance, speaking of how she would not offer any less. This was good, very pleasing to the man.

Once beyond the auktion rock's great stone walls, Fenrir began leading the small female along a single narrow path. Their journey home would be a decent walk, not too far and not too close, giving Regnen the privacy he sought. He remained silence along the way, head held high and golden eyes scanning their surroundings. He had heard about some Dominor becoming jealous of another's lucky catch, sometimes ambushing them once they were away from the auktion rock and stealing the Sklavin for themselves. Luck was on his side for the time being, they managed to move along the path, slipping around the Shreien Forest and moving through the denser trees of Regnen territory.

The forest they were moving through were made up of deciduous trees, leaves changing color with each season and a mountains range to their north, providing both shelter and denning for his pack once he had more members.

"Welcome, to Regnen."

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