a new day [open]

[Rascal]

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[BG=F6CECE] Stay strong my son The words of his mother rang in his head for no apparent reason today, but the words themselves awoke him from the strange and almost taunting slumber that he needed. His head rocked some as his eyes opened to the almost blinding sun above him. Beneath the shit hole of a place he called home, his eyes gazed around at the other slaves amongst them. He was being left alone today. Odd. He was normally bothered by now. The forgotten sleep he hardly ever gets actually came to him. His body felt well rested and he even took a breath of the foul smell of the area. His nose scrunched and slowly he stood from his sad excuse for a bed. His fur was muddy, duh. And with the coming winter it was just clinging. Not that he entirely cared actually. The mud kept him warm but it wasn’t like he needed it. Being a timber, though not of arctic blood, his coat was thick and he could withstand the oncoming winter no problem. His ears flopped down when he heard some screaming and yelling. Great the guards were extra rowdy today. Gabriel wanted nothing to do with it as he scampered off away from their radar and into his own world again. He walked the fence that bordered the rock. The groove that set in next to the fence was his path, the mark of his constant pacing and travels along the same road. Always and constantly did he come, even for a few moments, to get away from that life of a slave. Not that he “overly” hated it. He just hated this place, the hell hole that he was born in and actually raised. He wanted out, pass the fence, into the world where his mother could possibly be. His padding stopped as he eyed the world outside. What was it like, how could it be? Was he an idiot? Yes. Ok maybe. Possibly? Probable. He stuck with that. Gruffing some he began his pacing again, his coat looking ‘extra’ dingy today, which bugged the hell out of him. Gabriel, though he tried pulling off the whole ‘mute’ and ‘lame’ deal, he hated a dirty coat. Mud was fine, on occasion. Again he stopped and plopped on his haunches. “I can’t wait to get out of here.” He actually muttered out, beginning to clean and groom at his fur which proved to be a challenge. Inwardly he regretted not taking care of it earlier but with the many comings of Masters(and the occasional Mistress), he just didn’t have time. But now, away from them and on his own, he felt so much better as he actually took his time. It took him longer than he expected but he was happy with the result. His coat, now much cleaner than before, shinned in the overhead sunlight that casted down on the rock. Giving another yawn, he didn’t really bother thinking why he even did it. Questions where…well out of the question. He didn’t feel like being his ‘normal’ self today. Besides, today he felt something different just might happen, and that was something he was oddly looking forward to.

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KASIMIRA

The blue eyes, the deep lingering color searched the grounds again. Daintily Kasimira pulled herself forward, barely scrunching her nose as the scent hit her. It was almost welcoming, greeting her back to the place she had almost forgotten. In her absence the scenery had changed, if only slightly. More mud. The patches of grass and stubble that had been on the edges of the Auktion Rock had been stripped away, their color replaced with sloshing, frozen mud. Disgusting.

The black queen picked her way through the muck, unwilling to show her hatred for the place. She was better than this, yes, but she needed another member. Someone to help with the duties of hunting and watching the pups. They were getting older by the day, their young downy fur growing thicker in preparation for winter's harshness. Snow had fallen a few days ago but it was all melted now, the previous fury and scare fled into the night's darkness.

From the corner of her eyes the she-wolf spotted a male hunched on the side of the area, his tongue running rhythmically over his coat. At least someone had the sense to keep their fur clean. Hmph. Kasimira sauntered over, her eyes flashing as she spoke. Already dictating upon arrival.

"Name. Age. Previous Dominor."

She stood at a fierce attention, her blue eyes cast disdainfully over him. It was time she tried a bold approach, began to settle into her previous self. Before Tortuga, the pups, the pack...

"Make it quick; I don't have all day, sklavin."

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Gabriel's ear twitched and he slowly glanced over at the she-wolf that stood so fiercely before him. He was tempted to raise even the slightest brow but he didn't. Instead he stood smoothly and gave a soft bow of his head. He said he would be different today, so why not go through with it? His bright amber eyes took her form in and the demands of what she wanted. He could actually feel the smirk upon the corner of his lips as he answered them slowly, almost tauntingly.

"Gabriel, two years and I have been here since my birth." What cause his obvious gaze was actually the she-wolf's eyes. He was and had always had th fascination with the color blue, though he didn't like females the least, he found a certain liking for this one. The way she presented herself, the boldness, the dominance that flowed from her aura. It seemed to pour into his own. But what he hadn't realized was what he did next until it had already happened. He let out the softest chuckle at her next statement. Sure he was used to the title of "Sklavin" but most that approached would get bored or even irritated from his slow answers. Not that he was slow at all, it was just him testing. What's fun if you can't annoy the masters and mistresses just a little?

He kept his head lower than hers, his eyes questionably staring at hers. Almost as if he was actually testing her. But would she catch on? What would actually happen. Would he 'behave' and allow himself to be taken. Hopes were high on that factor, besides, he was tired of this place to where he was, and could be qualified, as desperate.

(Lost my table...-__-)

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KASIMIRA

"Gabriel, two years and I have been here since my birth."

It was with a certain slowness that he responded, the twinkle in his eyes not missed by the queen who circled him. The way in which he spoke rode her nerves. Had he or had he not heard her demand? Did he think she was someone to mess with? Snarling, Kasimira strode to stand before him, her ears flicking disdainfully. She said nothing, letting her eyes bore into his. Maybe in this way she'd manage to drill some sense of obedience into him.

Moments turned into seconds and Kasimira let her voice lower menacingly, dropping the words like silver pins in a library.

"You'll be coming with me."

With that, the transaction was final. His body, his life, his being was hers. Kasimira needed no more wordy interaction, instead growling her dominance and leaning forward snap her teeth together before his nose. Clack. She'd have taken the first tip of his little black nose if she'd so much as wanted. The noise was like nails on a chalkboard to Kasi, utterly painful and scathing, but it made her point sharp. Plus, it would certainly make the male think twice before challenging her so openly again. And if he did, he now knew the consequences. No more nose.

Kasimira threw herself into a prideful strut from the Auktion Rock, forcing her own nose not to wrinkle at the smells that assaulted her as she moved. Here she was the minority, a female dominor, and she always had to be on her absolute best behavior. A slip up was not possible. It seemed her every move attracted the looks of someone, and whether the onlooker was a dominor or sklavin, Kasimira wanted to be known as nothing less than royalty. She was, of course, the Irrsin Queen.

The black female cast a quick glance towards her new sklavin, dictating as they took to the forest. Their path was headed north, towards her lands and Gabriel's new home. She was sure the male would fit well into the pack, at least as long as he took the previous hint and learned some obedience.

"You will address me as Queen Kasimira, Lady Kasimira--never just my name."

Bursting through the pine trees, Kasimira let her strides grow longer. The sooner she was home, the sooner she could get this deplorable scent off her regal coat.

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