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[Vie]

KORIE

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"Take her. She is of no use to me any longer. Call her Korie."

And that was that. He was gone. Not even a quick glance in her direction or a parting swipe of his massive paw just to see if knocking her over in front of so many would draw a reaction. It was over so quickly. A year and a half of beatings and cruel mocking over in a split second with those cold hearted words, so detached and emotionless. Not that she would expect any emotion from her first and only master. He'd given up on her, given up on pulling any sort of reaction from her, just as she'd given up on life almost a year and a half ago.

The reason she was here at this horrible place was because of one simple fact. She had no emotion anymore, as crazy as that sounds. She showed no pain even during the most brutal and sadistic beatings, no embarrassment or anger when they mocked and picked on her. Her amber eyes were dull and lifeless, not even her movements showed any spunk anymore. Her happy, feisty attitude had long been buried under the pain and fear of being a slave. She was careful now. Neutral. She'd found that remaining this way, showing no emotion and just doing what she was told was the best way to get by. Being so dull and out of touch with the world was what worked for her and kept her out of trouble for the most part. She'd long since withdrawn into herself, to a place where nothing hurt her anymore and she got by with relative ease. It was no life, but at least she knew what to expect.

Until now. Her master had gotten bored with her lack of emotion, and after almost a month of trying to get even a small reaction out of her by many terrifying tactics, he'd given up. She bored him now. So he'd taken her and dropped her off here at Auktion Rock to be sold to a new master. She had no clue what to expect here and it frightened her. She'd gotten used to regularity of the slave routine she had had with her old master. Now it was all blown to shreds and left her with no idea of what was going to happen to her now. Her carefully structured life was gone and that alone shocked her enough to cause her barriers to crack just enough to let in some of the noise and general chaos of the place.

As her senses came to, numerous smells and noises assaulted her sensitive nose and ears. Blood, pain, sweat, fear and sun baked earth and dust were what she smelled, all so pungent that it made her eyes water slightly and wrinkle her nose against the mix. Growls and sharp yelps of pain and anger, all so close, as well as the voices calling to each other and auctioning off those poor souls atop the huge rock, a huge rock that she herself would soon be standing on. It was all so loud and shocking that it made her want to curl up right there and cover her poor ears against the ruckus. Flattening her aching ears against her head, she tried to keep her gaze straight ahead, making an attempt to ignore the scenes of terrible abuse that seemed to be in every available space. So focused on protecting herself, she didn't notice that she was being led by a rather large male towards the rock, but he'd noticed her small movements that meant she was coming alive again, if only a little bit. A mean looking smirk came upon his lips as he stopped and fixed her with cold, gray eyes.

"So the ice princess awakens. And just in time. Get your ass up there."

With that he gave her a rough shove with his hard shoulder, causing her to stumble up the rock to stand before a large mass of wolves, mostly male, all looking up at her with delight. Now, even with her body still newly wounded from her latest beating and even with old scars littering her flesh, she was still a very attractive female. Her coat was a deep black with a few reddish points, thick, but not so thick that one couldn't see the hard muscle underneath. She was lean with distinctly feminine characteristics: small paws, delicate bone structure, dainty ears and a narrow muzzle with soft, obedient eyes that were now widened in obvious fear. While she was standing, frozen to the spot and struggling against the urge to run long and far away from this place, a male that hovered close behind her announced her to this hungry crowd.

"Korie."

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KASIMIRA

"Korie."

The name drifted slowly on the breeze to a black female sitting in the growing crowd, her icy gaze watching with a subdued interest as a new female was thrown to the dogs. It was with a lacking of confidence and an unbridled horror for the dominors below her that this female named Korie was paraded around the rock. She was obviously terrified, legs shaking and quaking nothing but sheer alarm. Revolting, the way she cowered above her blood brothers and they gazed at her, minds working up their own twisted fantasies.

Enough. Kasimira stood up, her black pelt swaying as she called from the crowd. Heads turned suddenly at her voice. Had they heard her right? A female dominor?

"Mine, brutes."

Quick to take charge, quick to enslave and command. That was her ideal world. With a glare from her blue optics that crowd stopped talking, their whispers and judging murmurs lost on the wind that whipped through the caverns of this dreaded place. Kasimira was a wolf that supported slavery, but not one who supported placing her regal bodice in this disgusting place.

The black female readied her haunches before leaping to join her new slave on the rock. She felt the stares, boring through her, questioning glances. They were obviously jealous. The fae lifted her chiseled head proudly, the blood flowing through her veins that shouted royalty. The attention she was used to. She was, after all, the best any male could get. Hmph.

As the female's mind traversed over the topic of males she paused, her muscles rippling in the few glimpses of sunlight. She had not found a mate as of yet. More soundly speaking, she had not found a male that suited her personality. It was clear she would not settle for any male. One that held her in highest regard and really, really cared about her--what was she thinking? Males and pups and families. They had never held anything for her. She was a sole wolf, a pack of one. At one point she had desired such a wolf to walk by her and lead along side her; running at the head of a free, true pack. One of loyalty and one of love... Not anymore. Those dreams had long been abandoned.

Snapping back into her thoughts Kasimira barked orders at her slave. Kindness had always struggled to plant itself inside her heart.

"Follow. Now."

It was threatening in tone and Kasimira did not wait for her new sklavin to respond. She bounded off the rock, making her way home. It was high time she got back and regrouped her pack. In confidence and trust she had left Calliope and Zy at the territory, the female in charge of the male. Part of her wondered how her friends were faring; Calliope was probably bashfully telling Zy to stop making moves on her...

As the two wolves made for the exit, Kasimira threw her muzzle over her shoulder, speaking more gently now to Korie.

"My name is Kasimira. I am your queen and you will treat me as such. You speak my name with 'lady' or 'alpha' before my name. Understood?"

As before, the ebony she-wolf waited not for a reply, plunging her bodice into the forest, paws churning. It was time to return home.

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[Nitemare]

OOC-- If this wasn't part of a plot i'd like to challenge that claim darling ;3 Korie's too adorable XD

The brute watched carefully, as the new slaves were made to mark upon the rock. He sat quietly in the back of the crowd, out od sight, out of mind of the other dominors. He watched with intrest as a young female was made to march before so many males. The sheer terror, and confused faer on her face, displayed in her body as well, and it excited most of the males. Many called out for her, and fights broke out within the crowd for who would get to claim her. I was quite the amusing spectackle. While they fiught he made a gracefully brutish way to the front row. Now now. No reason to get ones pelt dirty with blood when others will gladly shed for you he thought as he chuckled inwardly. As he reached the from of the crow suddenly there was an abrupt hush, and to his irritated surprise a familiar voice rang out over them.

Mine Brutes

Phantom groaned, it was that she from the other day. her name was...was...Kiramina? Kinamisa? god he knew it was there somewhere in his head, he didn't want to remember her, perhaps that's why he'd forgotten the fae's name so quickly. It hit him then as her form came into his veiw on the rocks, Kasimira was the annoying femme's name, and she was in his way again! She was stealing HIS slave, how dare she?! she insulted his stature on his own land, and now she was robbing him of a slave? He would not put up with it. The brute stepped out from the sea of bodies. none of these males had the balls to take on one femme? yet they believed that courting a slave would be different regurdless of the slave's persona

follow. Now.

Phantom stepped in the slaves path "STOP!" he commanded. "Stay where you are Sklavin." he growled "If you move I will break your legs" he said with a cold glare. "I don't believe she does understand Kisamira. It seems there is more than one Dominor with their eye on her" he growled through clenched fangs.

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ooc- Certainly! :3 this will be fun! we can leave this thread blank if you'd like to start the challenge now; Vie can respond whenever she gets back and then we can both respond appropriatly. Sound good?

[Nitemare]

ooc-- sounds fine I'll have the thread up by this afternoon

[Vie]

KORIE

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Korie had never been one that handled stress very well. Even as a young pup, she'd done everything she could to avoid feeling anything other than carefree happiness, even as she got older and should've been taking on the burdens of young adulthood. So, never having learned how to deal with stress appropriately, when confronted with it, even something as simple as choosing which scent trail to follow, can leave her struggling over it for hours. With larger amounts, such as being thrust in front of many unfamiliar wolves, most with very twisted thoughts running through their brains, it very nearly cripples her. Her brain shuts down, her muscles freeze and her body goes into lock down, trying to protect itself.

This is exactly what happened to her on the rock as she stood before the mob. Her legs locked up so fast she stood trembling uncontrollably, incapable of any coherent train of thought. So very close was she to delving back into her protective cocoon of no sound, smell or feeling was she that she very nearly missed the haughty female voice that sliced through the low rumble of deep male voices, claiming her.

Korie's fearful amber eyes followed the beautiful female's path through the larger wolves, one part of her admiring the she-wolf's courage, the other fearing what would happen with this new master. Her new master then jumped up onto the rock next to her, and Korie didn't even dare to so much a twitch an ear towards her. She stood rooted to the rock, scared to make a move and displease this new female of whom she had no idea how to behave around. But staying still and quiet had usually worked for Korie, so that was what she did. Waited quietly and patiently for her first orders, which came with little delay.

"Follow. Now."

Korie followed with no hesitation, head and tail both low and submissive. Slavery was nothing new to her, she knew she'd better act quickly when an order was given. If her new master said jump, she would jump without a second thought. Even to the newest of slaves this was very clear. It didn't take hardly an ounce of brains to comprehend this most basic rule. Obey, or be beaten. It was very simple.

Keeping her head low, Korie stuck close, but not too close to the black female, being very careful to avoid the jealous and hostile stares of the brutes they waded through. If anything, she hunkered down more, making herself even less of a threat in hopes of being overlooked, if that was even possible now. She'd been very wanted by many at this place, and a female coming in and stealing her away really irritated these volatile wolves.

The tension in the air was thick, able to be cut with a knife as she was paraded through the horde by this confident, cold female. It lessened some as they came clear of all of them, but Korie could still feel their hot gazes on them both and it made her tuck her tail even tighter against her rump, ready to bolt at the slightest indication that one might choose to come after them.

As they drew nearer to the forest, Korie's new master spoke again. "My name is Kasimira. I am your queen and you will treat me as such. You speak my name with 'lady' or 'alpha' before my name. Understood?" Her queen's voice seemed more relaxed than before now that they were away from the others. Gentler. Nicer almost. But Korie wasn't about to get her hopes up. It only ended in heartbreak, which was something Korie was somewhat less than eager to experience ever again.

It was obvious that Kasimira wasn't expecting an answer as she started to delve into the forest, clearly sure of her way. Korie, on the other hand, hesitated just a bit at the edge of the trees, uncomfortable with the pressing closeness of them. She didn't hesitate long, but before she could jump to catch up with her queen, a large form appeared before her nose, blocking her way with an intimidating mass of flesh and bone. Surprised and scared out of her wits, Korie backpedalled so fast her paws got all tangled up together and landed her in a trembling heap a few feet from this new wolf's large paws. That was all she saw of him though, because she didn't dare look up at him. Her eyes were trained to the ground, studying the dirt intensely, afraid to even try to stand or move her legs out of the uncomfortable odd angles that they'd landed in.

Because of this, his horrible glare was lost on her, but the commanding orders were not. She didn't doubt that he would hold true to his threat of breaking her legs if she moved, so she obeyed even though he wasn't who she now belonged to. In the moment, he terrified her more than Kasimira did.

His next words were aimed at her queen and made her whole body quake in fear. This was one brute she wouldn't want to get in the way of, but for some reason she doubted he scared Kasimira even near as much as he scared her. Kasimira didn't seem the type to be scared of much of anything. She was probably more pissed than anything that this brute dared to challenge her, and Korie had no doubt in her mind that Kasimira would be royally pissed off at her as well. But if she was comparing anger and ability to hurt her between the two, she would say the male scared her more. If given a choice, Korie would whole heartedly pick Kasimira over this rough male, but she knew that her choice was probably not going to go into consideration when these events played themselves out. But she could always hope.

OOC:: YAY! A fight! =) Hehe

[Nitemare]

((OOC)) Well I lost the fight, but I promise I'll come rescue Korie, just wait for me sweetie T^T phan phan misses yew~~

[Vie]

OOC:: Lol Okay! She'll be waiting patiently for him to come for her! xD

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Vie, you can just bring Korie into our new thread "Back Again" in Irrsin. :3

[Vie]

Ooooookkay. =)