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Taming the Beast (QueenSheiba + Akiriu)

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Super-Earth
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Beneath the dark cover of night, the Bond Master threw open the doors to the slave Market, setting up for the start of a new business day. Unless most slave market's, the Refinery catered strictly to rich clientel that had an affinity for the more exotic danger this world had to offer. Contained with in this space slave ranged from cute and cuddly to the sinister and deadly, but today we focus simply on one in particular.

In the back corner of the grand showcase room sat a large cage covered by a dark black sheet. Every now and again the sound of foot steps could be hard padding across the metal floor of the confines. A small sign hung on a peddle stool in front of it red "Were-panther".

Had the creature inside seen it, she'd have been furious. She was much more than just some come shifter. She was demon, one that should have been free to roam the wilds of the jungle as the rest of her kind did, but instead she'd been captured and colored as child, bound by a magic the kept her from showing her true form unless she was given permission. Her previous owner had loved to use her as side show, something to show off to his friends and guest. He would parade her around in her human form and force her to change at the whims of the other humans he'd entertain.

He'd never even asked her her true name. A spaniard he had been. He'd simply called Pequeño Gatito or "Little Pussy". She'd always hated him even more for that. Not only had he turned her into a side show, he'd taken her identity. Many of his friends simply referred to her as Papusa. She was not simply house cat, and have been diminished to nothing but one she'd grown bitter and angry. The opportunity she had, she'd killed him and she'd been here ever since. She had no respect for humans and the only thing that made her serve them was the black collar bound to her neck.

Tonight they would see if anyone had the balls to buy her. Despite her danger the auctioneer had set her relatively high. Anyone willing to purchase her would be willing to pay the high price so they could brag to their friends. At the end of the day it much matter to her. She intended to be free again, at an cost.
 
Nathan sat in the auction room, visually bored. Nothing he saw was appealing to him, the creatures too "soft and sweet" for his tastes. He wanted an aggressive creature, tired of the naivety of the weak. When he heard of the new on at the high price he could only guess the aggressiveness she had. He jumped up and picked a price so high no one dared to match him. He was excited when he won the bid, quickly paying the amount. He walked straight up to the cage and removed the black sheet. He wanted to see his new "friend" in action.
 
Through out the proceedings, she rested against the back of her cage, scoffing with indifference when a large bid was placed straight from the get go. It mattered not to her who picked her, as long as she got out of this cage.

When she sheet was pulled away, she looked out, her eyes settling on the one who had purchased her. Her slitted yellow eyes appraised him slowly, not bothering to say anything until she'd made a decision about him. He was a lot younger than her previous master had been and held a certain air about him that wasn't shared with many others of his kind. She would see how it went with this one. She wan't foolish enough to try to run right away. She had to come up with a plan first.

She finally stood, walking to the bars and smiling at him, showing off sharp pointed fangs.

"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in."
 
Nathan had looked her in the eyes as she stared at him. She's trying to figure me out, he thought as his blue piercing blue eyes did the same. This one seemed even more aggressive than he thought. He could tell by her voice. "A little chewed out bitch that needs to learn some manners." He replied.
 
A look of pure disgust crossed her face at his words. "I am NOT a bitch." She spit out the last words as though it filled her mouth with a bad taste. Her eyes darkened to a deep crimson shade of crimson, her claw-like nails digging into the metal of the bars. "To call me by such a name implies that I am some kind of a filthy mongrel." She glared at him for a moment longer before turning her back and slipping into sitting position against the opposite wall. She didn't speak to him, she didn't even move ave her tail which swished behind her in an agitated fashion.
 
Nathan dodged the spit, scrubbing it out with his combat boots. He reached behind himself and pulled out a small hunting knife. He twirled it in his fingers while he stared at her. His mind seemed blank, only the twirling knife showing any form of motion. Then without any warning, the knife was thrown right next to her face. "You are correct. You are NOT a bitch. You do however, lack the proper form of respect. Therefore, I said bitch."
 
If the knife startled her, the demoness didn't show it. She reached through the bars and pulled it from the wall. looking into his eyes. With a swift motion she grabbed the handle and blade, snapping it and two throwing it through the bars back at his feet. She didn't like him, not one bit. She could see that already.

"Respect? Do not even voice the word to me. I could destroy a man in seconds. My power is beyond your wildest comprehension, but do you humans respect that? No. You enslave us when we are weak, praying on us as children before we gain our true power. You do not deserve my respect."

She closed her mouth then, shutting her eyes and lowering her head. She was done talking.
 
Nathan was liking her already. Despite what she said, he was intrigued by her words. He took the key to the cage and opened it, walking inside nonchalantly. "You're right. I shouldn't try to take you when you're weak. But I will be...different than your other hosts. I am for thrills, not as a trophy collector." He spread his arms out. "So come on. Let's call it a challenge of sorts."
 
She glared up at him when he entered the cage. The only thing stopping her from attacking at that moment was the collar around her neck. She couldn't remove and neither could anyone else unless it were to grant her freedom. Swallowing her anger, she stood, stepping forward and stopping.

"Do what you want." She said simply, folding her arms. "I will not fight you. You know I can't hurt you so why taunt me? You have purchased me so be done with your challenges and chain me as you pet." She pressed her wrist together, waiting for him to bind them so he could lead her out of here.
 
"Shut the cage and give us a moment alone." He ordered the people outsitde the cage. He turned around and looked at her. He bent his legs until he sat eye level with her. "Listen. I will use you as a pet. But not the way you think. I see a warriors spirit, something I never see in humans." He pulled out another combat knife. "So without further ado. I demand you to fight me." He handed her the knife and pulled out another.
 
"If I must." She answered simply. She took the blade from him and placed it between her teeth, dropping down on all fours. She balanced delicately on the finger tips and toes, a Tarzan like stance but she made it look elegant and graceful.

She settled down low to the ground, watching him. He'd make the first move.
 
Nathan lowered his body. He looked like a snake in the grass. His eyes focused, yet blank with anticipation. He held the knife, blade parallel to his arm. He did a full slice, throwing what looked like a punch but the blade stuck out.
 
Her motion was quick and concise. She grabbed his wrist, pushing it upward and aiming a kick at his chest with her foot. She hated this in truth. The collar made her obey his command, but he fact still remained. Had she been able to she would have simply killed him in this fight, but the collar made her obey his command to fight and yet took away her ability to cause him any perminant damage. It was pointless, but she would comply none the less. What choice did she have?
 
Nathan expected the knife grab, he could tell by stance. But the kick was unexpected. He used the blow from the kick to roll backwards. The momentum allowed him to roll into his combat stance again. "Man, what a rush. Come on. I know you got more than that. I can see it in your form, your stance. The kick barely phased me." He said, trying to figure her out.
 
"It wasn't meant too." She said simply. She attacked then, leaping forward and twisting her body over onto her back. She caught herself on her left side, supporting herself on her fingers tips and toes whilst her hand was free to aim a punch at his knee whilst her leg kicked up to catch him in the jaw.
 
Nathan swept back, dodging the fist. He grabbed the food as it came to his face. He caught it throwing his body to the ground. He quickly rolled to his gut, jumping into his combat stance. "Better. Now run it by me again." He had a smile on his face,the battle pleasing him.
 
She released a feral growl, backing away and settling against the back of her cage.

"Enough of this! What are you trying to prove?" Her hands trembled. "This is pointless and I won't participate anymore."
 
Nathan just smiled. "You have a fighting spirit, which I like." He took the knives and holstered them. "I only have one other test, but it can wait. For now," Nathan opened the cage. "Let's get out of this place before I try and stab one of these perverted sick fucks." He said smirking.
 
She rolled her eyes, pushing herself to her feet and glaring at him. Test...as though she even wanted his approval. She stepped out of her cage for the first time in what felt like forever, smiling as she watched some of the guards tighten their grip on their weapons. At least those humans were smart enough to be weary of her. This one would learn soon enough.
 
Nathan walked forward, not even bothering to tie her down. "Well let's go. We have things to accomplish and little time to do them. He walked up to one of the guards and slipped 10 grand in his pocket. "For this." He said, pulling out a pistol. He fired at the man's kneecap, watching him tremble in pain. "The safety in his gun went off." He said tossing the other man ten grand. He walked out and motioned her to follow.
 
She gave him a curious look after her shot one of the guards, following after him regardless and casting a look back at the man screaming on the floor. The whole thing had been pointless. The man hadn't so much as looked wrong at him. What had possessed him to shoot him? She pushed the thought to the back of her mind and proceeded after him.
 
He walked out of the place, looking for his vehicle. When he found it, a Vietnam era-looking Jeep, he hopped into the driver's side. "You do know how to ride in a car right?" He asked.
 
She rolled her eyes at him, climbing into the passenger's seat and settling in. She didn't bother putting on her seat built. Being in a car crash wouldn't do much damage to her after all. Instead she focus on her new "Master."

"Why did you buy me?" She asked him, fixing him beneath her stare.
 
Nathan shrugged. "I don't really know. Something about you just seems..." he paused thinking of a appropriate response. "Special. Compared to the others. Hell, I only arrived today because I meant to come for the firearms convention." He drove off, passing the cars with ease. He made a turn at a dirt road and the scenery changed from urban to forest and plains. "Do you have a name?"
 
"Not anymore." She answered, crossing her legs. All of them were given names at birth. Names the would always remember, but she would never allow anyone to call her by that name until she was truly free. Until then, she would accept whatever title her "Master" deemed to give her.
 
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