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moonsblackwolf
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Dec 9, 2010
- Location
- USA
She didn't really understand all of what happened here, how she ended up in this place. It was only weeks before that she'd been free, running through the woods just like any other shapeshifter. While she was more of a loner, there were others she ran with from time to time.
It had been a lovely night, a full orange Harvest moon hung low in the horizon. The fall air was crispy with winter nipping at it's heels. She had been running through the woods when a scent caught her nose. Humans? It wasn't a path often tread by humans this deep in the woods. Her ears twitched about listening for sounds she imagined. She shrugged it off and continued to run, the wind in her fur as she ran on four legs.
It ended abruptly as a rope caught her hind leg, yanking her high into a nearby tree. She dangled harshly from the branch, yelping in pain from her back leg. She struggled back and forth pathetically for a moment before the humans approached laughing. "Wooohoo we found a pretty one!"
The human pair were pleased to find the almost pure white wolf, it was a rare catch. She growled at the pair loudly, teeth bared as they came closer. One took a catch-pole to wrap around her neck and control her head. They twisted her around to find her to be a female and applauded themselves for a wonderful catch. The other one grabbed a syringe full of some liquid, the sharp sting in her shoulder telling her it sunk in. Her struggling slowed sluggishly until she was limp then unconcious.
The pair took her down then tied her paws together then muzzled her quickly. They brought her back to their cabin, trying to break her in the next couple days. When they saw her bright green eyes, and the odd mark on her chest, they knew something was up. Calling up a friend, who seemed to be an expert in other species.
It was then they really found out what a find they had. She was a shapeshifter, the mark on her chest being a tattoo type mark given to shapeshifters from the first time the shift. In the black market, she would sell very high...
It was days later, and much more physical abuse and some drugs, that she finally shifted back to a halfway point. It left her with ears, tail, and some fur but she looked mostly human. They forced a collar carved with runes that prevented anymore shifting until they removed it. Smiling at each other, they tied her arms behind her back and dragged her to market that very night.
Now she was on a stage some place underground, her once white fur matted and grey, naked body bruised and cut in places, ears pinned against her head, eyes down, a gag in her mouth, arms tied behind her back, and ankles in short shackles. They had attached a tight leather collar and chain leash to her neck. The auctioneer started off with a high price of 100 gold for the shapeshifter.
“Get out of here” He hardly had time to register the words. A large drunken man was pushed towards him, off the stairs. The 6”2 tall youth barely had time enough to dodge the drunken oaf. His body sprang to the ready, other behind him did not share his luck. The young man, only twenty-three winters old, stood before the bouncer with a cold and commanding. “Stand aside” He said. The bouncer stared at the arrogant young man, eying his clothes and the fat purse he had on his hip. A small nod was granted, and the boy stepped inside the door.
“The black market…. Cesspool of the underground” The young man whispered. He now stood inside a large underground fortress, on all his sides stalls where put up, offering weird and strange wares. All his senses where overwhelmed. The scent of incense and strange spices, prickling his nose. Weird and exotic animals on display, drawing his eyes to their strange and unique beauty. It was easy to get lost and overwhelmed here. He had only been here for a couple of minutes, and already three attempts were made at the large money pouch. Each attempt was met with the tip of his dagger piercing their hands.
The youth was young, but he did not lack experience. He was the son of a former high roller, a slave merchant. His father almost had a monopoly in unique and strange slaves. His father had a gift with female slaves, bending them to his will. A higher grade slave could be made, so to speak. He glanced to his right and found what he was looking for. The entrance to the slaves auction was unconscious to say the least. Two men stood outside, pretending to be drunk. A experienced eye could see the daggers they held behind their backs, and their pathetic attempt at faking drunken moods. He nodded against the two men and went inside.
A youthful grinned exploded on the tall youth’s face as he entered the smaller room. A whole series of strange and exotic slaves stood chained up. The people in the seats where rich people, each having at least two guards, and twice that many servants. Taking his seat in the stands, he stared at the wares coming in. Tall, short, young, old, male or female, all was offered here. Finally he noticed what he was hoping for.
The creature had matted and grey fur, yet appeared mostly humanoid. Her naked form looked pathetic and beaten. Cuts and bruises coloured her skin, making the slave appear almost worthless. A gag in her mouth, arms tied behind her back, and ankles in short shackles. The picture of the slave was complete. A man dragged her forwards pulling on the leash. “A fine specimen, no?” He waited a response from the audience, receiving non. “The bidding shall start at one hundred gold coins” A few men made a bidden, but the pathetic attempt of a female creature drew no eyes. Her capturers did not know how to appeal a slave to the crowd. Lance knew better, a girl like that was simply a rough gem covered in dirt.
“one hundred and ninety gold coins, for the heir of the Garrus clan” He said the last part as a bluff. His family’s name still had respect in some crowds. The people stared at the young male and then at the slave again. Some laughed, but most simply stared. “Going once.. Twice … Sold!!” The auctioneer was pleased that he had received almost twice the amount.
While the two traders thought the one hundred ninty gold was great for the slave, the auctioneer knew that if they had polished her up and displayed her a little better they may have got more money for their troubles. But they were glad to get their bounty for all the trouble she caused them.
Meanwhile she growled faintly at the men who walked near or around her, resulting in the men snapping her leash or smacking her. She hadn't a clue what was going on or why so many different creatures were all tied up and on stage. The words were even foreign to her when they spoke so loudly. When one person finally spoke from the back, her eyes moved to the younger man.
Her bright green eyes followed him as he was approached by a different gentleman who helped push the auction along by handling the deals. The traders kept a hold of the leash until a nod from the other gentleman told them that he was good on his bet. They yanked the neko up, forcing her follow by dragging her along up to her new owner. After the brief paperwork was signed, the trader gave a wide smile before handing over the leash to the younger man.
"A pleasure doing business with ya!"
The young human took hold of the leash and inspected the creature. He pulled the leas up, forcing her to look his way. He knelt down and almost touched her face with his own. His eyes locking with hers. “I am your new master…. I offer no second chances..” He tried to stare the creature to death. His old man had told him. ‘from the start of.. show them the worst case scenario.. from here on out, you can build a good foundation’. Well the young male had certainly done that. He stood up again and made his way outside, his right hand in the air, making the sign of agreement between slavers.
For five minutes he pulled the creature through the crowd, her features hidden by a large cloak. Each time she tried to remove it, or move in a wrong direction, he would turn around and stare at her. Not once did he touch her, or punish her, just the cold harsh stare. He moved her towards the exit, in a hasty but inconspicuously. Finally they arrived at the exit, the bright light hitting them in the eyes. Before the girl had time to react to the change of lighting, she grabbed by three hands, and forced into a large carriage.
The trip was uneventful, the carriage ride was harsh and painful. When the carriage finally stopped, and the door opened, her owner stepped inside to get her. He pulled her by the leash and handed her over to a servant. “Cellblock 2.. I’ll be there in a hour”
Despite the distraction of the scene around them when the leash was pulled upwards, which forced her head to follow, she looked no where else. While she didn't understand the foreign words, she understood the tone in them, knew that he meant to establish dominance over her. Her bright green eyes refused to move from his, not letting go of her pride. Her ears pinned against her head as she gave a low growl.
She allowed him to parade her around the room with little effort. Her neck was already sore from the annoying collar around her throat and the two traders yanking her around when she hesitated. What was irritating was the cloth he insisted she wore. Where she was from she wore nothing, even in human form. But everytime she tried to shrug it off or move it he would stop and glare at her, which she responded with a growl.
Then as she was dragged outside into the harsh light, she shielded her eyes but didn't stand still for long before multiple hands heaved her into the carriage. She growled angrily at the rough handling but the door was already shut. Huddling in the corner she was glad the awful ride was finally over until she was yanked around once more.
Then the servant was pulling her down a series of hallways until they reached a dark cell. He took her towards the wall that wasn't the one near the bed and used a chain to attatch the collar to the wall. Leaving her bound, he closed the door to let her stew on her own.
It had been a lovely night, a full orange Harvest moon hung low in the horizon. The fall air was crispy with winter nipping at it's heels. She had been running through the woods when a scent caught her nose. Humans? It wasn't a path often tread by humans this deep in the woods. Her ears twitched about listening for sounds she imagined. She shrugged it off and continued to run, the wind in her fur as she ran on four legs.
It ended abruptly as a rope caught her hind leg, yanking her high into a nearby tree. She dangled harshly from the branch, yelping in pain from her back leg. She struggled back and forth pathetically for a moment before the humans approached laughing. "Wooohoo we found a pretty one!"
The human pair were pleased to find the almost pure white wolf, it was a rare catch. She growled at the pair loudly, teeth bared as they came closer. One took a catch-pole to wrap around her neck and control her head. They twisted her around to find her to be a female and applauded themselves for a wonderful catch. The other one grabbed a syringe full of some liquid, the sharp sting in her shoulder telling her it sunk in. Her struggling slowed sluggishly until she was limp then unconcious.
The pair took her down then tied her paws together then muzzled her quickly. They brought her back to their cabin, trying to break her in the next couple days. When they saw her bright green eyes, and the odd mark on her chest, they knew something was up. Calling up a friend, who seemed to be an expert in other species.
It was then they really found out what a find they had. She was a shapeshifter, the mark on her chest being a tattoo type mark given to shapeshifters from the first time the shift. In the black market, she would sell very high...
It was days later, and much more physical abuse and some drugs, that she finally shifted back to a halfway point. It left her with ears, tail, and some fur but she looked mostly human. They forced a collar carved with runes that prevented anymore shifting until they removed it. Smiling at each other, they tied her arms behind her back and dragged her to market that very night.
Now she was on a stage some place underground, her once white fur matted and grey, naked body bruised and cut in places, ears pinned against her head, eyes down, a gag in her mouth, arms tied behind her back, and ankles in short shackles. They had attached a tight leather collar and chain leash to her neck. The auctioneer started off with a high price of 100 gold for the shapeshifter.
“Get out of here” He hardly had time to register the words. A large drunken man was pushed towards him, off the stairs. The 6”2 tall youth barely had time enough to dodge the drunken oaf. His body sprang to the ready, other behind him did not share his luck. The young man, only twenty-three winters old, stood before the bouncer with a cold and commanding. “Stand aside” He said. The bouncer stared at the arrogant young man, eying his clothes and the fat purse he had on his hip. A small nod was granted, and the boy stepped inside the door.
“The black market…. Cesspool of the underground” The young man whispered. He now stood inside a large underground fortress, on all his sides stalls where put up, offering weird and strange wares. All his senses where overwhelmed. The scent of incense and strange spices, prickling his nose. Weird and exotic animals on display, drawing his eyes to their strange and unique beauty. It was easy to get lost and overwhelmed here. He had only been here for a couple of minutes, and already three attempts were made at the large money pouch. Each attempt was met with the tip of his dagger piercing their hands.
The youth was young, but he did not lack experience. He was the son of a former high roller, a slave merchant. His father almost had a monopoly in unique and strange slaves. His father had a gift with female slaves, bending them to his will. A higher grade slave could be made, so to speak. He glanced to his right and found what he was looking for. The entrance to the slaves auction was unconscious to say the least. Two men stood outside, pretending to be drunk. A experienced eye could see the daggers they held behind their backs, and their pathetic attempt at faking drunken moods. He nodded against the two men and went inside.
A youthful grinned exploded on the tall youth’s face as he entered the smaller room. A whole series of strange and exotic slaves stood chained up. The people in the seats where rich people, each having at least two guards, and twice that many servants. Taking his seat in the stands, he stared at the wares coming in. Tall, short, young, old, male or female, all was offered here. Finally he noticed what he was hoping for.
The creature had matted and grey fur, yet appeared mostly humanoid. Her naked form looked pathetic and beaten. Cuts and bruises coloured her skin, making the slave appear almost worthless. A gag in her mouth, arms tied behind her back, and ankles in short shackles. The picture of the slave was complete. A man dragged her forwards pulling on the leash. “A fine specimen, no?” He waited a response from the audience, receiving non. “The bidding shall start at one hundred gold coins” A few men made a bidden, but the pathetic attempt of a female creature drew no eyes. Her capturers did not know how to appeal a slave to the crowd. Lance knew better, a girl like that was simply a rough gem covered in dirt.
“one hundred and ninety gold coins, for the heir of the Garrus clan” He said the last part as a bluff. His family’s name still had respect in some crowds. The people stared at the young male and then at the slave again. Some laughed, but most simply stared. “Going once.. Twice … Sold!!” The auctioneer was pleased that he had received almost twice the amount.
While the two traders thought the one hundred ninty gold was great for the slave, the auctioneer knew that if they had polished her up and displayed her a little better they may have got more money for their troubles. But they were glad to get their bounty for all the trouble she caused them.
Meanwhile she growled faintly at the men who walked near or around her, resulting in the men snapping her leash or smacking her. She hadn't a clue what was going on or why so many different creatures were all tied up and on stage. The words were even foreign to her when they spoke so loudly. When one person finally spoke from the back, her eyes moved to the younger man.
Her bright green eyes followed him as he was approached by a different gentleman who helped push the auction along by handling the deals. The traders kept a hold of the leash until a nod from the other gentleman told them that he was good on his bet. They yanked the neko up, forcing her follow by dragging her along up to her new owner. After the brief paperwork was signed, the trader gave a wide smile before handing over the leash to the younger man.
"A pleasure doing business with ya!"
The young human took hold of the leash and inspected the creature. He pulled the leas up, forcing her to look his way. He knelt down and almost touched her face with his own. His eyes locking with hers. “I am your new master…. I offer no second chances..” He tried to stare the creature to death. His old man had told him. ‘from the start of.. show them the worst case scenario.. from here on out, you can build a good foundation’. Well the young male had certainly done that. He stood up again and made his way outside, his right hand in the air, making the sign of agreement between slavers.
For five minutes he pulled the creature through the crowd, her features hidden by a large cloak. Each time she tried to remove it, or move in a wrong direction, he would turn around and stare at her. Not once did he touch her, or punish her, just the cold harsh stare. He moved her towards the exit, in a hasty but inconspicuously. Finally they arrived at the exit, the bright light hitting them in the eyes. Before the girl had time to react to the change of lighting, she grabbed by three hands, and forced into a large carriage.
The trip was uneventful, the carriage ride was harsh and painful. When the carriage finally stopped, and the door opened, her owner stepped inside to get her. He pulled her by the leash and handed her over to a servant. “Cellblock 2.. I’ll be there in a hour”
Despite the distraction of the scene around them when the leash was pulled upwards, which forced her head to follow, she looked no where else. While she didn't understand the foreign words, she understood the tone in them, knew that he meant to establish dominance over her. Her bright green eyes refused to move from his, not letting go of her pride. Her ears pinned against her head as she gave a low growl.
She allowed him to parade her around the room with little effort. Her neck was already sore from the annoying collar around her throat and the two traders yanking her around when she hesitated. What was irritating was the cloth he insisted she wore. Where she was from she wore nothing, even in human form. But everytime she tried to shrug it off or move it he would stop and glare at her, which she responded with a growl.
Then as she was dragged outside into the harsh light, she shielded her eyes but didn't stand still for long before multiple hands heaved her into the carriage. She growled angrily at the rough handling but the door was already shut. Huddling in the corner she was glad the awful ride was finally over until she was yanked around once more.
Then the servant was pulling her down a series of hallways until they reached a dark cell. He took her towards the wall that wasn't the one near the bed and used a chain to attatch the collar to the wall. Leaving her bound, he closed the door to let her stew on her own.
