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In [[Slaves; Others; Open]]
« on: September 14, 2010, 09:04:46 PM »
Just reposting roleplays I was intending to join/stay in... if someone else would prefer to post this (since I technically haven't joined it yet), just have a leader delete this and you can do your thing! Won't hurt my feelings at all.

[[This thread is sort of after the slave auction/during it. It's just so that, while you wait on the huge thread, you can socialize here too while the actual auction is going on (walk among the merchandise/whisper mean things about your buyer). Also, well, I need to post with BS and that thread is taking longer than I anticipated.]]

Nostrils flared and chest would push outward as she sat, a silent statue with eyes somewhat narrowed in what no one would have casually guessed as contemplation, not when her muzzle was twisted up in that usual semblance of disgust and ears were slick back to give her that unapproachable aura of hostility. Yet, even despite her outward appearance, as unchanging as it were, the wheels within that head were constantly turning, and ears would flicker every so often in order to absorb spoken words and cultural processes that might have shocked or frightened the usual outsider. It was true that the massive blackblood had never seen anything quite like what she'd unwillingly become a part of, but the calm she excluded might have suggested otherwise. No matter what others may have assumed, there was a time for violence and a time to simply recline and wait your time. After all, prey didn't necessarily have to be caught; it could always waltz right up to your position.

So eyes would soon be set to the task of simple observation, noting and carefully categorizing those select few in her area, slaves or otherwise, and what purpose they may or may not have held. Only one face among the many was familiar, a face ignored with the most extreme conscious effort during the events of this supposed party, least she find herself drawing unwanted attention during her ever so informal murder of his person, the male who had forced her to bare his worthless spawn. Such a touchy subject, with no time for actual conclusion.

Not when they were all theoretically being sold off one by one to the highest bidder, but for what she had yet to actually figure out.

Never the less, at some point, she'd stop paying so much attention to those wolves saying whatever and turn her attentions, finally, toward the man of the hour.

Thus with a snap of teeth toward Tybil she'd hiss:

"Go home."

As if he could actually get up and just walk right out.


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Re: In [[Slaves; Others; Open]]
« Reply #1 on: September 14, 2010, 09:05:02 PM »
The whole process of this was quite confusing, Lupa had seen the Herbalist who had helped hurry her injury along with the healing process. But the whole thing of what they were actually saying was the confusing part, she had heard the word 'bid' come from one of the wolves' mouth...Now what in the world did that mean? Lupa scrunched her nose in confusion. One of the reasons why she was so confused, was because she had heard herself be referenced several times, well technically three times, but what difference would that make?
   But that was soon changed as she saw Bloodspill, formal introductions had not taken place. But if you would call how one of the slavers, or whatever he was give her the scars she now had on her muzzle, then she could be called Santa Clause. She, personally would have wished that it had gone better that what it actually did.

She lowered her crimson neck as she turned her head to look at the big red wolf. Out of all the slaves present only a small handful of them had red on their coats, yet only two had it all over their coat. Gaining up what courage she had during the chaos that was going on, she stood up. A movement in her peripheral vision made her jerk her head and eyes to the source, only to find out that one of the guards was moving, yet took no question as to why the pup was standing up. Good, let it stay that way.
   After that, she calmed herself down, then turned her attention back to Bloodspill. Picking up her burgundy paws, she padded towards the hulking mass. Her ears lay on her head, ignoring the others as she walked by.


"Go home."

A questioning glance was sent between Bloodspill and the wolf she had spoken to, now who exactly was he? Lupa hadn't exactly noticed him until now. He had a white a black coat, nothing so out of the ordinary, but the way Bloodspill had responded to him, one could tell that relations between the two adult wolves was not something that one would recognize as a friendly one that was for sure.
   Lupa had it in mind to ask her who he was, but thought better of it from the way she had spoken to him in the first place. On top of that, she had seen the strength of her from the earlier encounter, and doubly thought against it. But for now she would look up at the large Blackblood with a questioning glance, if Bloodspill wanted to talk about it fine, for Lupa had learned better than to ask questions without just reason, for questions without just reason tends to verge on annoying. As said by her older sister Hitomi, but she had not seen her in a long time, heck Hitomi didn't even stay around did she? No! She disappeared. Just liker her mom.


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Re: In [[Slaves; Others; Open]]
« Reply #2 on: October 06, 2010, 12:05:23 AM »
He had been sold.

He wasn't ignorant to what was happening once it had started. Yet, it had all happened with such swiftness and expense that he was left dizzied. It was humbling, it was degrading, inhumane, it was many things-- the last thing he expected it to be was a shade of exhilarating. Someone wanted him. He was worth something. It was a feeling he hadn't often experienced in his comedy of errors. It wasn't enough to outshine the misery of the situation, and he was bewildered by the thoughts. He had hoped to remain invisible, hadn't he? How it would have amused and horrified him to discover that he was to be taken by the most powerful and savage of them all.

The names and terms being exchanged were unfamiliar to him. This was a strange land. He was going to have to tough it out. He'd meet this white rose, perhaps he would gain favor. Then, he would be able to use that favor to... get out. The plan was unpolished and seemed a bit round-about, but he had to do something. He would concentrate... or be distracted, as it turned out he had allowed himself to be, from the one thing he'd vowed to keep track of. As attention was pulled to him, he dropped his vigil for just a moment.

And she snuck up on him.

Go home. The snap of teeth by his ear. He recoiled with lips curling, though his ears fell back to his skull as Bloodspill loomed nearby. A cauldron of emotion curdled in the pit of his stomach. Fear, regret, horrible love that he couldn't shake. His eyes rolled and looked to her, and all of his emotions intensified tenfold. Who was he kidding, who was he kidding, nobody, not him, not her, not the savages, who was he kidding, who was he kidding, who was he kidd-- "No."

His voice was quiet when he responded, but final. A shock ran down his spine. His mouth was speaking without his brain's consent, again. He'd just denied her wishes. Logic lagged behind but slowly caught up-- well, of course he couldn't just go home. Furthermore, he wasn't going to go, no, not... "Not without you." ...There he went again, saying things before he thought about them! He swallowed, and through sheer force of will he didn't actually posses, he managed to lift his ears again (though not completely), and turn his gaze forward. It was actually easier, if he didn't look at her. Though he could still feel her presence, still feel her heat. ...It was torture.

It wouldn't matter, soon. She was going to kill him.