Take Me To Infinity ~Open~

[Sphuul]

We don't have to fall in love..
We don't have to feel the touch,
We can do it for the rush,
Of waiting on you..

She could feel eyes on her from the moment she stepped onto the rock. The attention made Rouge uncomfortable, and she shifted nervously, her eyes darting around. When she had been caught for capture, she had gone willingly. The thought of having a master, someone telling her what to do and how, was not unappealing to her in the least bit. It almost seemed comforting. She would never be alone. But now, when the hungry eyes of the Dominor and the terrified yelping and whining of her fellow Sklavin was almost too much for her to bear.

Her mouth shifted open into a pant at the sudden internal conflict. She wanted to bolt, to leave this place immediately. The only thing that kept her planted, kept her delicate paws on the ground, kept her rump on the dusty ground, was the small voice inside, slowly growing louder as time progressed. All is well... Be still, young one.. She grew calm and confident as the voice went on, her shoulders lifting and holding her head higher. But what was the use? Soon, she would have no rights. She would be at the mercy of whoever chooses her as they're own. The air went out of her in a rush, a sigh that send her eyes back to the ground, observing the rock and dust beside her ivory feet. What could she expect? She meant nothing. She never had. Why was this confidence coming up now, when it would be obliterated in moments? Maybe she was going insane. Her ears flicked back at the thought, and she glanced up, foolishly wondering if anyone had heard her silent thought. What a fool I am..

Rouge refused to think anymore about the matter, shifting her paws to bring the dirt into the air, making her eyes water and her nose twitch violently. She sneezed, coughing slightly, and rolled her eyes at herself. It was like she was trying to draw attention to herself. Was she?

[`| κιrs♥]

-- hayashi

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Coming here was becoming easier.

The sights, the sounds, the smells of the place were more familiar, less pungent. Hayashi didn't flinch as often as a slave hit the ground, when claws thrashed about. Sure, she still went crazy in her head, but she kept calm, still. Her poker face was almost automatic, appearing as soon as she meshed into the crowd. Her heart didn't act like it wanted to beat out of her chest, it remained slow and steady. She was getting used to this, used to returning to her painful past.

Hayashi emerged into the auction area, quickly scanning with her sapphire eyes over the bloodied crowd before her. She moved forward carefully, dodging a few slashes of enraged dominors, stepping away from the dense area of wolves. The dry air and gritty dirt swirled around her cream pelt, making everything appear fuzzy, filthy. Her nose scrunched. It just reminded her of why she hated being here, but she told herself that she was on a mission. Before, she had let her old pack slip right from her hands. Members left, leaders scattered, slaves returned back to the rock, while the lands crumbled. Hayashi knew things had gone wrong, and she had let them. She herself had crumbled. But she had been given a second chance, and she was determined to get things right. She wished for a large, strong pack; courageous and lively. How hard could it be?

Moving quickly through the huddled bodies, warmth surrounding her, her eyes darted to-and-fro, looking for any wolf that caught her eye. Sure, she could pick any wolf she stumbled upon, drag them home, and not care. She wanted someone worthy, someone not so much like the others. In reality, she just wanted to give someone a second chance, just like her old mate had done for her. To give them wings; she could only try. She pushed past some huddled males with a snort, shifting her gaze over her left shoulder as she did so. A white wolf, sticking out from her dusty surroundings, held her gaze. She looked scared, but yet, seemingly glued right where she sat, whether she liked it or not. She watched her as she shifted her eyes, coughing and sneezing, barely heard over the shouting dominors and screaming slaves. It was a strange sight, for the environment. Hayashi stopped, staring for a slight moment.

Head high, gait smooth, eyes slightly narrowed, Hayashi approached the young fem. Her ears were pinned, her posture low, an expression of attitude on her face. Inches away, Hayashi halted, slowly rolling her eyes over the wolf before speaking. Her voice was hard, indifferent, yet sung like a bird. "Your name, wolf?"



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[Sphuul]

As Rouge glowered about herself in a dreamy haze, her eyes darted around once more. She was away from the main section of wolves, but it sounded like she was in the middle of the throng. Dominor's growled and snapped, her fellow sklavins whined pitifully, hoping they would soon leave this hell hole. When would she leave? The grime, the smell, the noise, it was all getting to her; for the first time in a long time, she felt genuinely irritated. Her eyes scanned the crowd again, searching for someone who may have taken notice of her.

Her eyes locked onto the Dominor fae's, icy blue in their serenity and narrowed in annoyance. She stopped, staring at her, then lifted herself up and approached. Panic flitted through Rouge, a painful jerk of her heart that sent adrenaline pumping through her. She's coming to talk to me. That was the point of this place, but she had never thought she would be chosen so soon. Calm down. She hasn't chosen you yet. She's just coming to talk to you. Sighing softly to calm herself, she watched her approach warily.

The high, cold voice shocked her, sending another dose of ice through her veins. Rouge's face remained impassive, a mask of submission and respect. She glanced down at her feet as she spoke, not wanting to seem rude. "My name is Rouge, ma'am." And as the words flowed from her mouth in a quiet melody of sound, her ears pricked and she looked up at the Dominor, searching the female's eyes to see if she had made a mistake. Was it right to call her ma'am? Or was she supposed to say something different? She agonized over her words, beating herself up inside, wishing she could take them back. Stupid, stupid, stupid..

[`| κιrs♥]

-- hayashi

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The whole time Hayashi approached her, looked at her, spoke to her, the she-wolf seemed like she was about to lose it. Hayashi knew what it was like to meet a new master, and the nerves that came along with it. Especially when you knew they were cruel. It seemed like you were just waiting for them to push your face in the ground, to kick you around. She didn't want that impression on this slave; merely, respect. If she was too nice, who knows if this wolf would take advantage of her and not respect her. Hayashi couldn't stand it when she was disrespected, talked down to. This probably explained the domineering way she always portrayed herself. However, this slave acted like almost all the others; submissive and respective.

"My name is Rouge, ma'am."

As soon as she spoke, the slave's face fell. Disappointment and agony crossed her face, changing her previous submissive expression. A fight seemed to explode in her mind. Did she not like what she had said? Was she embarrassed? She hadn't said much so far, it couldn't have been that big of a deal. Maybe her tough-act had been too much. Hayashi was really an easy pleaser most times.

"Rouge? Well, Rouge, my calling is Hayashi; you may call me Miss Hayashi. And look at me when we speak, I won't bite." She used to same tone as moments ago, yet this speech was more bouncy, hopefully giving Rouge the feeling that she wasn't going to hurt her. She want going to pin her to the ground if she looked her in the eyes, or swipe her across the face for calling her ma'am instead of miss. However, she would make sure respect was established. If not, Rouge had some watching out to do. Hayashi would make sure the slave would be whipped into shape, in no time. She had other wolves back home to train and toughen up, anyway. There was a lot to do.

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The moments it took the Dominor to respond was agonizing to Rouge. She was afraid to look up at her, terrified she might have made a mistake. In the back of her mind, she understood a normal wolf would not be so terrified of making a mistake in the two words she had uttered. But she was too far gone at the moment to care. This was too much to bear.

Rouge was contemplating on bolting away, to save herself from punishment, when the breathy voice of the fae spoke once more, a bit bouncy this time. It had the same tone as before, but seemed a little... friendlier. Still demanding respect, but not warning of rebuke. The change in voice made her glance up, watching the female as she continued to speak. As the words registered in Rouge's mind, her relief felt like air being let out of a balloon. She was not angry, she would not punish her for any mistakes she had made. Her mind cleared at once, and she instantly felt comfortable around the stranger. Odd, how a tone of voice and a few words can change me so completely, Rouge mused.

When she spoke for the second time, she tentatively raised her eyes to the female, who she now knew was called Hayashi. "Yes, miss Hayashi. It is a pleasure to meet you." Again, she hoped she didn't overstep her bounds. Why would she care if Rouge enjoyed meeting her? She was a slave, she meant nothing. As she chastized herself, she wondered what this Hayashi was doing, recruiting sklavins. It was certainly not her place to ask, but her mind wandered, picturing all sorts of things. War, dominion over the packs, personal revenge.. It was frightening, yet exilerating. She might soon become a part of her plan, and she didn't quit know how to feel about it. She would be a pawn in the grand game this female was playing. What part would she play?

[`| κιrs♥]

-- hayashi

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[/color][/right][/size]Rouge looked reluctant to gaze at her face. For a brief pause, she stared fearfully at her paws, terrified to risk it. For all the slave knew, Hayashi could be tricking her. She'd seen it done before. A master would joke, tell a slave to do something out of the ordinary, and then throw them to the ground to do it, for laughs. Funny, right? But when Hayashi spoke, the wolf seemed to relax, breathe, and didn't look like she wanted to jump out of her skin. Just for a moment. Hayashi smiled when she finally lifted her head, curiosity in Rouge's eyes. And as soon as their eyes met, the fae's posture slacked, relief obvious in her wide eyes. She was unsure, nervous, but she bluffed it well, and better than most slaves that Hayashi asked the same request from. It was such a habit for them to stare at the ground, it was impossible to alter their ways.

"Yes, miss Hayashi. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Hayashi was glad she was loosening up. She did know how it felt to be in this position, but she was really hoping to obtain wolves that wouldn't be timid towards her. Some slaves were practically unchangeable, set in stone. They acted like robots. But who wanted a member of a pack like that? Somehow, Hayashi felt that she could change that, that there had to be some way to get them to come out of their shell. But how? Hayashi had never been like that. Even as an abused slave, she had been bold, which probably explained all the trouble she got in as one. She stared her masters down, defied them for fun, and ran away frequently. She didn't understand why she should stand there and take pain she didn't deserve, and she had been determined to change it. Hayashi hoped she would find wolves for her pack like that; willing to work for change, courage.

Hayashi blinked, shifting her gaze to the horizon behind Rouge. Clouds were rolling in, partially blocking the sun's rays. It was never bright in the winter, and she knew with the clouds, it would get pretty dark and cold soon. She wasn't looking forward to an uncomfortable journey home, so she knew they had to go. The vix took a slight step away from Rogue, beckoning her with her chiseled head. "Come." She set off, picking up a smooth, easy-to-follow quick gait.
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