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Jan 19, 2012 23:19:37 GMT -5
Post by Forkology! on Jan 19, 2012 23:19:37 GMT -5
Fluer "well, an eye for an eye and an f for fight!" [/size] What a world this was, where animals of the same flesh could be treated so differently because of where they were born and to whom. 'Welcome to the real world, sweetheart.' She reminded herself with a quick shake of the head. Such an unfair world she was cursed to live in. While her speech was hardly heard, of anyone read her thoughts, hey'd know she was never as bridled as once thought. Though the quietest, she had the loudest mind of her siblings. Fluer though in such a political way, and with such powerful amounts of hope and drive. However her 'gift' was given to the wrong wolf.
What good would it do to such a wolf, one that was silenced whenever her maw would separate?
She was a born leader, in her mind anyway. Despite being immature and and off thinker, she had the creative and lustful mind. Her drive was unmatched. The young fae had the desires to do great, to become something bigger than herself. But her outward thinking was wasted on a poor wolf with the distasteful status of sklavin. Such wierd words were used here. Why not just slave and master? Besides 'master', Fluer really didn't know what the hell dominor meant. It's far as she figured, it was a fancy name for a hypocritical brute with backward thinking. But most would disagree. Sklavins were a great use to the dominors.
But Fluer didn't get it. She preached equality to all of the slaves she could, just do she could get it out. Because she hates for her ideas to be locked up inside the deepest folds of her brain. But hardly ever did the shy little canine get anything other than a nod or a grunt. Such wasted efforts, to try and speak when her social skills were so low. So Fluer would just sit in silence and mourn her desperation from her sister. At least her sister would talk back and even had brilliant topics herself. Such a witty and useful mind she had also. Still, a shame it was given to a sklavin.
So here the young fae sat, her once brilliant shining fur dulled and mangled. She was starved and beaten and yet still stood out to be one of the most eye catching wolves around, because most were worse off than her! Fluer wasn't yet sure she wanted to get out of the dirt pit she was in. Never would she want to be in a land where she'd be forced to do things against her will. Inside she was a free spirit, but the outside showed nothing but a caged animal.
"takin me down as the prisoners riot"
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Jan 20, 2012 14:53:59 GMT -5
Post by Ϻinέrvă on Jan 20, 2012 14:53:59 GMT -5
Kronos The pickings were slim today. Bruised and broken in more ways than one, the slaves that paraded past Kronos were each more disappointing than the last. He sneered at their thin bodies and dirty fur. Was this supposed to be the stock he would build an empire on?
When he first claimed his own land, Kronos had a vision for a mighty army with which he could take whatever he needed. So far he had a lone, calm sklavin who would fare no better than a pup in battle. He needed slaves whose blood ran hot, who were smart enough to obey but not beaten down like so many wolves at the Rock. With a snort at the group of slaves in front of him, Kronos left the main showing area and moved toward the edge of the crowd. The sklavins here were hardly any better, but he felt he might find a diamond in the rough.
Kronos prowled along, scrutinizing the wares. Some were sick, others old and near death; he noticed one or two mothers with pups nursing at their stomachs. He considered choosing them and raising the pups to be the slaves he wanted, but he had little patience for youths.
A chocolate fae caught his eye. Her appearance was just as disheveled as the other slaves he had seen that day, but the way she held herself made him interested. She wasn't broken, not yet. Maybe she was too new to realize her fate, but Kronos hoped there was some kind of passion running through her veins.
"Ah, does little Fluer appeal to you, sir?"
Kronos looked to his left to see a slave trader, his dark fur turning gray with age. The brute looked nearly as mangy as the slaves kept watch over. Kronos sneered down at him in contempt.
"Yes, I'm going to take her." Kronos had little patience for the ramblings of an old trader trying to sell his wares. He strode forward purposefully, putting more distance between him and the ancient wolf. Once in front of the sklavin, he could see she was much smaller and lighter than his own bulky frame. "Fluer is it? You will come with me." His yellow eyes watched her carefully, waiting for her to react.
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Jan 20, 2012 23:19:46 GMT -5
Post by Forkology! on Jan 20, 2012 23:19:46 GMT -5
Fluer "well, an eye for an eye and an f for fight!" [/size] It didn't take much for her to stand out against the worn and broken sklavins. Fluer had an unbroken mind, and though her body told a different story, her eyes shower the truth. Still, she was a small wolf with a shy personality. Her thoughts would never make it out to anyone above the rank of omega. The female wasn't ready to be beat down and lose what little confidence she had left. Her goal was to live, and to live well. A rebellion was the farthest thing from her practical thinking mind.
And as her concentrated thoughts ebbed away, she noticed a thick furred, brown wolf had been lurking near her- a little longer than most. His haunting eyes were looking over her delicate bodice multiple times. Fluer's orbs glanced over him as well. He was a huge brute, no doubt. Fluer flicked her ears forward with interest. An older male, who's age was obviously high by the way he hobbled and wheezed, noticed the large dominor as well and asked him if he was interested. Fluer cringed.
He nodded, and verbally expressed so. His turned back to her and padded closer to her cage. He had a very self-assured air about him. If she didn't know any better, Fluer would have flipped her nose up at him. But she kept her sitting position, head tilted down. 'Fluer, is it? You will come with me.' "Fluer." She confirmed, slowly rising and striding over to him, still behind the fence that confined her. She didn't dare look him in the eyes, but only slightly below. She wasn't here to challenge.
"You're going to have to let me out of this cage first." Her voice remained level, as her eyes travelled to the lock that kept the fence together. Fluer's voice was soft and smooth, never loud or testing. Still, her stance held confidence and grace, despite remaining submissive- her eyes lowered and her ears tilted back. "I'll save you the time- I've had no previous Dominor in these lands, my age is two years, and I'm from a far off place."
"takin me down as the prisoners riot"
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Jan 22, 2012 14:59:55 GMT -5
Post by Ϻinέrvă on Jan 22, 2012 14:59:55 GMT -5
Kronos "You're going to have to let me out of this cage first."
He hated being corrected. Even more than that, he hated being corrected by insolent sklavin pups who were still wet behind the ears. Kronos was on the brink of telling Fluer to do something anatomically impossible before he composed himself. Outbursts of violent anger reflected poorly on a leader and there was too large an audience out here.
"I was just getting to that." he growled at her, struggling to keep his voice level. His gaze turned to examine the lock. Like the slaves it held, it had seen better days. It was a surprise, really, that it had actually kept the wolves in. To relieve his anger, Kronos clamped down on the lock with his jaws and ripped it apart. He spat the pieces on the ground. He looked at the ancient slave trader who was still hovering nearby. "You're going to need to replace that," he said, as if it was the trader's fault it broke.
"I'll save you the time- I've had no previous Dominor in these lands, my age is two years, and I'm from a far off place."
"You sound very experienced for a new slave. How long--" Kronos broke off; he had no interest in backstories. Instead, he focused on the future. "You will address me as Sir or General. I expect to be obeyed without question, especially in the presence of others." His voiced lowered at the last phrase. It was his warning to Fluer not to be a smart-ass. The way a slave acted said a lot about it's dominor and right now Fleur was making him look like an idiot. "Understood?
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Jan 24, 2012 17:50:18 GMT -5
Post by Forkology! on Jan 24, 2012 17:50:18 GMT -5
Fluer "well, an eye for an eye and an f for fight!" [/size] It always irritated her to be treated like an item, a lesser. She hated being a sklavin and preferred freedom(who wouldn't?). It ruffled her fur to know there's be another brute about to push her around. Still, she'd never do anything about it. Fluer had nothing to show for him, unless he wanted a sklavin who could start an uprising with one sentence. Her eyes travelled over her new dominor. He was huge. Fluer had no intentions of crossing him, much less irritating him more than she already had.
The male clamped down on the rusty lock, who had clearly seen more sunrises than she. He tightened his jaw muscles and ripped it clean off, with no problem. Fluer was surprised it came off so easy. The cream wolf cursed herself for not knowing better. If she had obtained that knowledge sooner, perhaps she could have been long gone. Her sneaky, light, and nimble body would have no trouble bouncing through the woods without making a sound. Though she dare not run from a master, for she knew better. She'd be tracked and found one again.
He began speaking but cut himself off. She assumed her past meant nothing to him. Than he began to instruct her on behavior and addressing. The fae pulled her ears back at his sharp tone, her tail twitching with slight anxiety. Fluer was expected to be well behaved. And he didn't seem like the type to let his slaves run amuck. Actually, she expected punishment if she stepped out of line. "Yes, General." She replied flatly. "I understand." Her hazel orbs drifted away from his and wondered to the trails around them. 'I wonder where he resides...'
Picking her way out of the cage, and cautiously joining him outside of it, Fluer glared at any other wolf that made eye contact with her. Most were jealous that she was leaving that mud pit so soon. Still, she hated to be thought of as anyone's toy. Fluer knew she was going to have to get over herself. Her last dominor had let her get away with too much, and clearly this new make has no intentions of doing so.
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Jan 25, 2012 18:34:05 GMT -5
Post by Ϻinέrvă on Jan 25, 2012 18:34:05 GMT -5
I posted in Groavche, so we can continue there.
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