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Jan 5, 2012 21:05:31 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Jan 5, 2012 21:05:31 GMT -5
BECK
(When it falls apart, I won't be there)
Freedom was glorious, but it always came with a price. Beck had learned that the hard way.
After his little escape stunt due to his last Dominor's disapperance, Beck had made the awful mistake of thinking he was in the clear. This was untrue. The fact that he was being herded back to Auktion Rock by a pair of brutes proved that. Briefly, Beck considered struggling or trying to run, but then he shook the idea from his head. He hadn't the energy, as he still hadn't managed to hunt before he had been captured. And besides, what did it matter what happened to him at this point? Simple answer.
It didn't.
The tan male sighed softly to himself as the faint scent of sweat, blood, and fear reached his nostrils. The ground began to grow more mushy, the grass fading as his paws suddenly touched dirt and mud. He wrinkled his nose with distate, but walked on. He had more serious things to worry about, didn't he? Or he should have been worried, but Beck simply could not bring himself to care. How would his new Dominor, if he was claimed, feel about his impassive, I-don't-give-a-damn attitude? Would they think him weak for it? Defiant? Or would they use Beck as a mindless weapon? It was amusing to think about.
As they drew nearer to the protruding rock, Beck glanced around at the hopeless faces of the other prisoners, his face blank of emotion. They stared back at him, some with defiance and hatred, others with fear, some with eyes as blank as his own. Auktion Rock could prove to be a frightening place indeed.
"Stay here." One of the brutes growled, nudging Beck roughly. The grey wolf stumbled but did not respond, instead watching with detatched interest as the two brutes sauntered off proudly, as if Beck was a catch. And now all that was left was to wait. The male cast another glance around, tail still, ears twitching back and forth rapidly. So far, no one had cast a single glance in his direction. Beck wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing. He wasn't nearly as skinny as some of the other's present. In fact, he still had a bit of muscle showing through his tan pelt..sure, he was no buff stud. But he wasn't as thin and pathetic as some of the wolves he was observing.
With a soft sigh, Beck lowered his head just slightly, his eyes shifting from one wolf to the next. It seemed, once again, as if his life was headed in a new direction.
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Jan 5, 2012 21:52:01 GMT -5
Post by `| κιrs♥ on Jan 5, 2012 21:52:01 GMT -5
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[/color][/right][/size] It took a lot to return here.
For a while, she couldn't do it, or even think about it. It sickened her. Every time she pictured the barren auction lands in her mind, grief swept over her, almost bringing her to her knees. She knew what it was like to be in that position. A toy, a no body, pushed around, beaten, snickered at. All you wanted to do was hide, but there was nothing you could do about it. You were naked, not able to control your future. You got lucky sometimes, but not a lot. It was a life of dread.
However, the auction grounds also brought other emotions to Hayashi's mind. Images flashed of Xercese, her pups. her perfect home lands. It was all she wanted, and it had been destroyed. Her dream shattered. It all left a gaping hole in her heart that didn't seem to want to close. But it all started here, at these grounds. When Xercese saved her, freed her, broke her chains. Set her soul free. But what did it matter when her wings were broken?
But here she was, glory in all. She strode gracefully down the dirt path, sapphire eyes gazing at all that was about her. Rock, dirt, blood, and fur littered the premises. A strong combination of sweat and fear lingered in her nostrils, making her turn her nose. Hayashi stood tall, head raised, as she pushed through the crowd, fur mingling with fur. Her cream and white pelt stood out from all the dark-pelted males. Brutes stared at her smooth appearance, suspicious looks on their faces, domineering. Not for sale, bub ... Nothing caught her eye. It was what she expected. Slaves being beaten to the right, slaves being roughed up to the left. Shady brutes and auctioneers loitered in between. Who could she set free? Who could she give wings? Hayashi knew how grateful she felt toward Xercese for saving her; why couldn't she do the same?
Hayashi wondered why she was even here. She felt almost a panic, but also annoyance. This place angered her. She continued flitting through the crowd, and was nearing the rear of the group. Off to the side, she saw a fairly large male, seemingly separated from the others. No one was with him, as far as she could tell. He appeared a strange one. His face was blank, but his body language said otherwise. Was he being arrogant, or just scared? Slack, or anxious? The femme pushed through a cluster of wolves, approaching the stranger with wary eyes. She didn't know what to expect, but she knew how to play it off. Her 'tough act' always went with her to the auction grounds.
She cleared her throat, towering over the hunched wolf, blue eyes narrowed. "Name, brute?" [/blockquote][/color][/size]
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Jan 5, 2012 22:46:43 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Jan 5, 2012 22:46:43 GMT -5
BECK
(When it falls apart, I won't be there)
Hopelessness. It was everyone, surrounding Beck, smothering him. With every breath, he inhaled the scent of blood. With every glance, he witnessed abuse in some shape or form, both physical and verbal. Although he did not visibly show it, it was taking a toll on the brute. Who wouldn't be affected by this horror? Who would be so heartless that they could openly watch what was going on around them without feeling that little twinge in their stomach? As much as some liked to believe that Beck was emotionless, he was far from it. He still felt. He just didn't show it.
He was just debating wandering a little further away from the others when something moving in his peripheral vision caught his eye. He kept his head down, but his gaze shifted slowly to the side. It was clear by the way the approaching figure carried herself that she was a Dominor. And it was a she indeed, he discovered as she neared, her scent floating faintly into his nostrils. She was a creamy color, with piercing blue eyes that locked onto him, making her intentions clear. Finally, Beck was getting some attention.
"Name, brute?"
He lifted his head immediately, his eyes meeting hers briefly before flickered away. He had no interest in challenging her or offending her. While his posture was not entirely submissive, he made it clear that he was no threat to her. He shifted his weight, quiet for a moment before clearing his throat.
"It's Beck, Miss," he said, his deep voice slightly monotonous. He took another quick peak at her before dipping his head just slightly, his first sign of submissive respect. How would she respond to him? Would she get fed up with him easily, just as his first Dominor had? It was a definite possibility. By the way she was towering over him, the way her voice sounded, it seemed as if she was a hard one. Would she easily lash out? Would she be patient? Ah, his mind was racing with possibilities.
"Ah..or would you prefer 'Queen'? I've never personally encountered a female Dominor before."
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Post by `| κιrs♥ on Jan 9, 2012 16:11:35 GMT -5
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[/color][/right][/size] She eyed him, anticipating his response. She could see the nervous flicker in his eyes, the slouched position of his shoulders. For a moment, she was disappointed. But after more thought, that feeling turned into melancholy. It was obvious that this slave was broken, so she thought. It always pained her to see a broken spirit, as it was common at these grounds. It reminded her of an old self, a wolf so unlike what she was now. Or maybe, not so much.
Locking her eyes on him, images of her past relentless images attacked her mind. She could see herself in his place, broken, shattered. That was her once. She could remember the auctioneers and masters poking her, teasing her, hurting her. She sympathized with this brute; she knew his pain. She knew the moment when a new master confronted you. Was he cruel? Was he gentle, fair? Would he beat me, use me? Why me? She couldn't imagine his thoughts, especially since she wasn't a big brute. But there was somehting about him, something deep down inside that needed to be awakened. Something caught her eye. Moments passed as he shifted his weight and cleared his throat. Hayashi waited.
"It's Beck, Miss,"
The voice that reached her ears was low, toneless, and quiet. He shot a look at her, but almost immediately his head dropped back to the ground. It irritated her. She was sure this was meant as respect, but Hayashi felt differently. She liked eye contact, she liked a slave that was willing to a be wolf, not a ghost of one.
"Ah..or would you prefer 'Queen'? I've never personally encountered a female Dominor before."
It took her a moment to register his words. They were louder this time, bolder. She didn't have to strain to hear them. But they were so odd to her, she didn't know how to respond to them. Queen? She had never been referred to as queen. Humor danced in her sparkling eyes, but she smothered the flicker of laughter in her abdomen. Surely if she laughed, even chuckled, this brute would lose respect, clarity. Right? Hayashi closed her eyes, shaking her head slowly back and forth. She met his eyes to speak.
"No, no, Beck. Nothing of that sort. I am no queen. Alpha, yes, Queen, no. You may call me Miss Hayashi, simple as that. And look at me when we speak, Beck." [/size] Her lyrics came our to-the-point, but not harsh. Her expression was still set, her tough act still in place. But she did not want this wolf to fear her, but respect her. Hayashi realized how hard that was. How could he like one, not judge one, after seeing all the other cruel ones? She was still hopeful.[/blockquote][/size][/color]
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Jan 9, 2012 17:59:10 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Jan 9, 2012 17:59:10 GMT -5
BECK
(When it falls apart, I won't be there)
"No, no, Beck. Nothing of that sort. I am no queen. Alpha, yes, Queen, no. You may call me Miss Hayashi, simple as that.
Simple, indeed. She could have been a giant pain if she had wanted. She could have demanded to be addresses as Her Royal Highness, or something of the sort. But already, it seemed as if she wasn't that type of Dominor, despite her tough exterior. Her next words only prompted Beck to truly believe such.
And look at me when we speak, Beck."
He glanced up immediately, allowing surprise to flicker over his features for a brief moment. Then, as suddenly as it had come, it was gone. He straightened, appearing slightly more confident as his light brown eyes met hers, his own flickering inquiringly. He ran over many responses in his head, but none seemed appropriate. Perhaps, however, he could afford to speak freely around Hayashi. Well, maybe not freely. He didn't know her that well yet, and was unsure of how he would react. But Beck had a feeling that he didn't have to worry about stepping on her toes as much as he would have to with any other Dominor.
"Of course, Miss," he finally responded, taking care to look her in the eyes when he addresses her. It was a change, and slightly unnerving, but he forced himself to hold her gaze. "Forgive me, I was hoping that you wouldn't take it as a sign of dominance if I did."
That was Beck for you. Doing everything he could to please whoever he needed to keep happy, just for the sake of living another day. It was a miserable existence, but it was his life. With a little adjusting here and there, one could manage to mold themselves into a perfect puppet. But, surprising, Hayashi didn't seem to want a marionette. It was quite strange, and before he could stop himself, Beck was blurting out more words.
"You're not like the others, are you?"
If it was one thing that Beck was, it was curious. Well, honest, too, but that was two things. Usually he knew how to keep his muzzle shut, but there was the rare occurrence where his brain couldn't quite keep up with his mouth. Often times it had gotten him into a bit of trouble, and perhaps this situation would have the same ending results as the last. Oh, well. He thought. What was done was done, and there wasn't exactly anything that Beck could do to take his words back now. Even if he could, he wasn't entirely sure that he would. He was curious to see how Hayashi responded to this. Beck wasn't sure why he found the constant need to test others, but he did.
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Jan 15, 2012 22:20:09 GMT -5
Post by `| κιrs♥ on Jan 15, 2012 22:20:09 GMT -5
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[/color][/right][/size] "Of course, Miss. Forgive me, I was hoping that you wouldn't take it as a sign of dominance if I did."
Once again, his demeanor changed almost as immediately as she spoke. She watched him gaze at her, his shoulders squaring. Hayashi could catch the hesitation, the awkwardness in which he moved. Of course, this was new to him. He was used to having his face smashed in the dirt, not looking the devil in the eye. Slowly, the confidence became more eminent in the male, the ability to hold her stern gaze easier. Hayashi smiled ever so slightly, mysteriously.[/size]
"Oh, no, it's not a problem. I understand it's not a welcomed custom in these parts."
He didn't seem able to wipe the curiosity off of his face. Every time he peeked at her, it was there. There was a question behind it, but it wasn't anything she could guess. Hayashi was so sure he would be happy with some freedom, but he seemed uncomfortable with it. And just as this crossed her mind, his unsure voice reached her ears.
"You're not like the others, are you?"
The question took a few moments to register in her mind. The question surprised her, wondering how it came from this soft-spoken wolf who wouldn't even look at her a few moments ago. It was odd; she used to be just like all the others slaves, but no, never like those masters. She used to be just like Beck. Just like those bloody, hopeless slaves. Never like the inflicter. Rage bubbled in her, threatening to rise to the surface, surge out. Hayashi squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, drowning the feeling. She knew Beck didn't mean it; how could he know she'd take it so personally? It enraged her to be compared to those bastards; those filthy, worthless cowards she'd rather see rot than take another breath. A breath they didn't deserve. No, that was not her. Never was, never will be.
Hayashi shook her head before opening her eyes again, looking back at Beck. Subdued anger and pain reflected in her blue orbs, piercing through. Her honey voice was hard, although the anger was not directed toward him. "No, Beck, I am not. Not at all." She paused, gazing beyond Beck, to the forests beyond. They called to her, bringing home to mind. Home. Well, it wasn't quite home to her yet. To her, home was still in the lands of Hrellia, with her long-gone family. A place where she knew, not one foreign to her. Oh, what she wouldn't do to get those times back, to get her life back... "Come. Reiner will be worried." Hayashi nodded her chiseled cream head toward the brute, asking him to accompany her. She gracefully rose, making sure to stand tall, eyes narrowed. She started off, paws automatically maneuvering through the crowd, carrying them home.
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Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Jan 16, 2012 0:01:14 GMT -5
BECK
(When it falls apart, I won't be there)
"Oh, no, it's not a problem. I understand it's not a welcomed custom in these parts."
Her kindness and understanding..it startled Beck.
He stood, blinking at her like a deer in headlights for a moment before he managed to recover, physically shaking himself. He then let a small smile grace his muzzle as he nodded, a simple dip of his head. A sharp yelp from somewhere in the distance made his body flinch as he glanced around, glad that it wasn't him that had been punished. Glad that he had seemingly been one of the rare few who'd been found by a Dominor who was...what? The opposite of a controlling, power-hungry animal? It certainly seemed that way, but Beck knew better than to count his chickens before the eggs hatched. He'd learned that a long, long time ago.
When Beck's question reached Hayashi's ears, anger and hostility flashed. Beck considered taking a hesitant step back, but instead he stood his ground, wondering if he had struck a personal cord. It seemed so, as she was humming with anger like a well-tuned guitar. But instead of lashing out at Beck, calling him names or offering physical punishmentss, she instead seemed to try to rein in her anger. This, too, was something new. In Beck's experience, a Dominor was usually quick to snap their teeth and slash with their paws. Apparently not in Hayashi's case. She was truly a wonder to Beck.
"No, Beck, I am not. Not at all."
When she spoke, he believed her, and this caused his body to visibly relax. He could have thought her a liar, or taken her words lightly, but for some reason the Sklavin did not believe that she was lying. Instead he chose to accept what he assumed to be the truth. Besides, it definitely was easier to allow himself to relax around her instead of constantly being on guard.
"Come. Reiner will be worried."
Pulled out of his thoughts, Beck briefly wondered who Reiner was, but instead of asking he simply nodded. He was almost excited to see where it was that he would be living now. Would it be a beautiful, mysterious place - a place that would match Hayashi herself? Or would he find that it was depressing and plain? No, I don't see her reigning in a place like that. He thought. But instead of sitting around wondering, I might as well figure it out. Without replying, Beck started after Hayashi, moving quickly but never overtaking her out of natural rules and respect. His tail swayed back and forth slightly as he moved, his gaze constantly flickering from the path to Hayashi, and then back again.
No matter how he looked at it, things were changing for him.
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Jan 16, 2012 1:19:23 GMT -5
Post by `| κιrs♥ on Jan 16, 2012 1:19:23 GMT -5
We can go ahead and post on Image's thread in my lands . c:
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