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Slave or Master?

Slave	37.0%	[ 10 ]
Master	37.0%	[ 10 ]
POLL WHORE!	25.9%	[ 7 ]
Total Votes:			[ 27 ]

[Zombie Leach]

Nizar Baqi Rasima

”How can I go down there? I'm tied to the wall.” Nizar said looking over the edge pulling his leash so she could see, ”Besides, I know you'd eat me like you have others. I'd make you sick and shrink your boobs, then how would you seduce people miss naked lady.” Nizar stuck out his tongue and narrowed his eyes. She was mean to him more than most were, which made him curious as to why. It had to be because either she was miserable or bored.

Nizar used his tail to sweap some dust off the shelf so it would drift down onto her as a sort of payback. He couldn't do much from his position and had decided gathering dust and dumping it on the cages below was better payback than sticking his tongue out and frowning. ”You look like a slimy lizard. You were more attractive when you were furry.” Nizar pushed the last of the dust he had on his shelf letting it drift down towards her in big clumps. ”Keep being mean and you will be covered in dust cause no one will won't you.”

[Beyond Ryuzaki-san]

Marrie turned towards the small fluffy creature that seemed to be chained to the building itself, That is odd. I wonder why it seems to be chained so high. She gave him a small smile as she listened to his yammering comments.

"You are just like my sister's children. Or were when they were younger. I still live in my home so no you cannot have it." She said shaking her head in amusement, "But, I do believe I might have something for you in my pocket." She lifted her staff into it's upright position, its height being level with her head, and leaned it against her left shoulder. With her right hand she opened a concealed pouch at her hip and began digging into it. Several minutes past before she let out small exclaimation of joy and produced a rather large children's toy. "This is one of my nephew's old toys. Do you want it? Or is it a bit to young for you?" She was a bit hesitant to ask because she did not want to seem rude.

Instead of actually waiting for an answer to switched the toy to her left hand and grasped her staff with her right. She paused as it talked to a wolf/something hybrid and had to stifle a laugh as it began sweeping dust off its perch. Shaking her head to clear it and return her focus to the toy in her hand she murmured word that caused the toy to float at the right height for the small...thing to grab it.

[Crayon A Sarus Rex]

SuccubusxXxWolf

"I Roll With the Foxes, And Hunt With the Hounds."

Full unpainted lips pulled down into a frown. "Aw. Now you've hurt my feeling..." She grinned, aware she'd stated that she only possessed one. Her body moved suggestively still against the cage walls, even as she shifted her form again, this time, the mass of hair moving to a longer length, and her horns shrinking back into her skull. She sat on her knees, her arms wrapped around her chest to keep her naked flesh from the others. Her face became a pout, and her body shook with false cold.

"Can't I have a shirt? I'm so cold in here... Won't you please give me something to stay warm? I don't try to be mean, I'm just so miserable.." Her face was still drawn into deep frown lines, and her eye glimmered with tears. But anyone who'd been around her for more than a few days knew her tricks. Knew how she drew people in.

With one hand wrapped around the bar of her cage and the other reaching delicately through, she pleaded with the woman and small fur ball. "Please...?"

[Zombie Leach]

Nizar Baqi Rasima

”Thanks!” Nizar said almost snatching the toy to look at it. He wasn't trying to be rude even though that may be how it came out. It was a simple toy one of the rubber squeaky toys you use in the bath. Nizar figured it was probably used to squirt water instead of squeak, but he had a different use for it. There were times he was annoying by accident and then there were times he was annoying on purpose, this time was the later.

Nizar gripped the toy between his front paws and squeezed it causing it to squeak. He leaned over the edge using his tail as a counter weight for balance. He continued to squeak it until Genevieve started asking for a shirt. Nizar had seen it before and remembered the last time someone had fallen for it. The person had been maimed horribly, that Nizar couldn't allow. ”Hey! Naked lady's being sneaky again!” he yelled so the workers at The Emporium could hear. It was almost like he was a warning system for the dangerous slaves. Not that he intended it to be that way, he just had a healthy respect for life, and didn't want anyone else hurt. If he knew it would happen based on memory he would say something, he was useful in that regard at least.

[Kazcan]

A single red eye flicked open, the dark slitted pupil flicking up and focusing on the small fluff of white on the shelf. A deep breath gathered in the half breed's lungs, filling his chest as he straightened his spine languidly. The form was sitting on a stool, one foot planted easily on the ground, the other propped up on the edge of his seat. The crook of his elbow was resting around an upraised knee, hanging there lazily. The other was rested comfortably across his thigh, strong hand hangining past his leg.

Feline ears lifted, three silver rings clicking together as they shifted in his cartilage. he lifted his head from it's resting spot on his upraised knee, swallowing past the dryness in his mouth. The thought of water, or even more blessed, milk, passed his mind, but he didn't dare ask. Nothing was for free for a slave, escpecially not one with his talents. He didn't want to think of which employee he would have to pleasure to get that little favor.

Syn Isan lan shifted on his stool again, swallowing for the second time, rubbing his peirced tongue against the roof of his mouth. The three silver balls in his tongue rubbed against the roof of his mouth, a familier cold feeling he had grown well used to in his life. He was on the trophy isle, the only thing holding him in place a chain around his neck, attatched to the wall. The people of the Emporium had quickly found the quiet man to not be much trouble at all, which they loved. they had already gotten thousands of offers on the silently attractive person sitting near the middle of the wall, up on a high stool barely wide enough for him to sit comfortably. The smallness of the stool was meant to force their trophies to only sit in the way, which best showed them off.

But they found it really wasn't hard to show Syn off. His very form practically oozed enticing pheremones, no matter what position he was in. From all the training he had gotten, his body naturally fell into a pose meant to seduct, entice, please the eye. He had learned to ignore the whispers around him, wondering at his body, at how much they would like to take that one home and tie him to the bed, never letting him leave.

Get in line.

He shifted again, looking to the girl in the cage asking for a shirt coyly, her body held wonderously. He blinked his eye, rubbing his hand through the gold streak in his hair. She knew what she was doing... he almost chuckled. Why was she trying? She could be bought within seconds if she just sat like that for ten seconds, if that little furred creature didn't keep up on his alarm system. Syn personally wished he didn't, he had been having a wonderfully dreamless sleep until he had decided to tattle. The bell on his tail chimed as he shifted his legs, letting them both fall to the floor as he shifted, leaning back aginst the wall as he yawned sleepily, covering his mouth with a long fingered hand.

[Beyond Ryuzaki-san]

Marrie turned away from the small fluffy thing as it called out the warning. She smirked at the 'Danger' sign that hung from the cage.
"I am sorry. Did you want something? My cloak maybe?" She stepped closer to the cage and removed the clasp that held her cloak. She glanced around and smiled at the inattentive guards, "Or do you want my life?"

Marrie was not ignorant, one did not live through the arena without some knowledge. She held out her claok in an offer of good will knowing that some slaves only responded to such. She glanced around as she heard a soft chiming sound, I need to pay attention. That could have been an enemy. What am I doing letting my guard down. She silently berated herself as she set magick wards around her with short, concise words of power.

[Cute Beast Ookami]

((Thanks Panda! I am sorry…;_; ))

The she wolf had calmed down, sure she was still angry, and yes she was terribly violent, but Luna had been free all her life, and now, she was caged. Caged, freedom, the feel of the earth under her paws, and now she was trapped in a Shoppe, and looking out from the inside of a silver cage. Not really something to look forward to. Especially since she was a freelance assassin, she listened to no one and played by her rules. Biting this bullet would take some time to get used to. Quite possibly a long time.

Her pride was wounded, and she had been betrayed by her handler. The thought made her stomach knot and a lump formed in her throat. A sick feeling squeezed her heart. In the assassin world, Luna was one of the most skilled and well known female assassins of her time. The men in her profession treated her as an equal and it took her such a long time to gain her reputation.

Normally Luna was calm, quiet, collected and logical but the betrayal made her hate more than anything and she did not care at all for the other captives. She was not the kind of person to make friends and get close to people. Intimacy was a no no in her world. Emotion all but vanished when you killed people for large sums of money. It was a lonely existence, and her world came crashing down when her handler sold her for god knows how much money.

Lowering her ears, she could not help but hear the conversations around her. She wanted to lash out at anyone, but she was calm know, and logic had taken over the hate. Her ears lowered to her head, her eyes closing some as she pulled her tail closer to her hind quarters. It was strange, being surrounded by all these knew creatures, but having nothing in common with them.

Sure some of them had similarities, like the half cat demon and the half succubus half wolf mix. Luna and the male wolf demon were similar, but other than that there was no connection.

Her spiked collar glistened against her ebony fur, her crescent moon making her stand out from the others. Ignoring the customers she closed her eyes. She’d be stuck in this place for a very long time. Very few slavers respected their slaves, or woman who were stronger than they were, especially men.

Sucking in some air she let her mind wander, the show the succubus was putting on was easy enough to see through. It seemed rather pathetic, but hell if she wanted to cause trouble all the power to her. First impressions were important, but Luna did not care what people thought of her.

[Cute Beast Ookami]

Xander looked at the woman who was standing before the cage, she seemed alright, quiet, reserved, calm, the kind of person he liked. But he had given up on finding masters like his mother. He wanted to be treated as an equal, he wanted freedom, and a friendship, but all that seemed impossible now. Being a slave meant that you did not get to demand things. You took the good, and you hated the bad, that is how it was.

The black wolf was much calmer now, Xander could not blame her, she did not seem like the type to be captured. Someone must have been planning her capture for quite some time now. Anyone who enjoyed fighting or watching the fight between slaves would pick her. Logically, she seemed knowledgeable and logical, though one cannot be sure until conversation was started.

Xander was a little impressed, it would be nice to have conversations with a logical person. He had really never talked to the succubus, it seemed she was more interested in causing trouble than decent conversation. Its not like he had lots of sex with men or woman, its not like he’d know what to say to her. Hell he hadn’t been intimate with a woman, he never really thought about intimacy.

The fluffy white creature was annoying, that much he knew, sometimes he just wanted to devour it. It spoke far too much for its own good and it was a snitch. Causing just as much trouble as the half-breed succubus.

His tail flicked as his eyes met the females, he was always good natured, he was raised by a wonderful human mother, so he had the temperance of a well trained guard dog, only a wolf. This could possibly someone he could guard and protect.

Would she say something? His ears flicked, forwards his muzzle raised.

[Kazcan]

Her eyes were met by the wolves she had been looking at. Well, that was a good cue. Better go and make sur rot look interested before someone else bought him. She moved forward, pulling pair of gloves out of her back pocket, slipping them over her fingers before she knelt in front of the wolf's cage, a step away, her hazel eyes looking up into his multi colored ones. When crouching, she was shorter than him sitting. He was a lot bigger up close.

"Hey. What's your name?" she asked him, pulling at the ends of her gloves a little nervously. She was always a little nervous at first introductions... She had had plenty of bad one's to know not everything was what it seemed.

She didn't reach for him just yet. She wasn't stupid, and she had scars to prove when she had been.

[Cute Beast Ookami]

The silver wolf opened his maw but no words came out, his throat was parched, almost as if he was at a loss for words, or if he forgot how to speak all together. Closing his muzzle, he lowered his ears and lowered his gaze a moment before he decided again how to form his thoughts. Conversation? He’d almost forgot how to make conversation.

Looking up and lifting his ears he set his two different colored hues on the woman. She bore sandy blonde hair and extraordinary hazel eyes. She seemed to have a fighting spirit inside and he admired her, well he felt she could be someone to admire. Though he did not want to be someone’s pet, what he wanted was to fight, to earn his freedom through his fights and forget his sorrowful past for an eternity.

Maybe Xander was asking to much. Maybe he’d never win his freedom, but he kept thinking of the movie gladiator, the scene where Maximus won all his matches earning his freedom, but you know, the Gladiator died after he won that freedom. He found his family in the Elysion fields, waiting for him, waiting. Would his mother and father be waiting for him when and if he passed? Would his human mother be there waiting for him? Would anyone be waiting to greet the silver wolf?

What kind of life was he living trapped in a cage? He was a Taiyoukai, he was a pureblood! He should be using his talents for something better. But was this woman any better than his cage? Would he just be some pet? Lowering his ears he debated, and shrugged his thick muscle bound wolf shoulders. He needed to stop expecting things. He needed to go in without expectations.

His voice rumbled around them. ‘My name is Xander Wolf’s Bane Cross.” he replied.

His ears swiveled forwards. ‘What is your name?” he asked the female. Curious if she would answer him.

Xander’s eyes flicked over the captives then back to the slaver. Slaver might have been a too harsh a word, fighter, might be a better word.

He inched closer to the cage bars his muzzle resting on his forepaws. He scented the air, he was definitely more tame than some of the beasts, he’d follow orders as best he could, to his capabilities.

[Crayon A Sarus Rex]

SuccubusxXxWolf

"I Roll With the Foxes, And Hunt With the Hounds."

Red eyes glinted with something unknown, watching as the Mistress indeed hung the cloak out for the girl behind bars. She'd given a toy to the noisy little fluff ball and now she was hanging Vivian the 'shirt off her back' so to speak. For some reason the appeal of tricking this woman to her death didn't appeal so much. The succubus moved back from the bars, her eyes dark. "I want neither from you..."

Once away from the bars, and shifted forms again, returning to that of a wolf. It was warmer with fur, and a hell of a lot easier to intimidate. And that's what she wanted to do. Keep people away. Something was bothering her and she needed to think. Pray the next person had no arms to loose should they come to bother her.

Two huge eyes watched as the male wolf from across her cage spoke to a woman Vivian hadn't noticed before. It seemed to her that they were speaking civily, just talking. How could someone who'd been forced into a cage just bow down to those who took thier freedom. She herself had known freedom for a short time and long ago, and still, she faught for it. Why would anyone else let it slip through thier fingers?

For some pretty words? A nice pat on the back once in a while from someone who would get bored of you like an old toy and pass you on to the next greedy power hungry b*****d? What kind of life was that for the doll? When did the doll get to call the shots? To decide what her life would hold, and experince what she wanted?

Fury buried itself deep in her chest yet again, keeping her body tense. She'd let her guard down for a moment, that's all. That woman, willing to give a slave two things...It had weakened her defenses and made her think of herself as a slave. What they wanted her to think of herself. Never again. Of that, Vivian was sure.

[Cute Beast Ookami]

Luna could feel the tension in the air, it hung like the betrayal she had felt clinging in her heart. The memory of it still clung to her massive wolf-self and the anger wanted to spill over. What good could it possibly do too seethe and bubble and boil with anger when she had no one to direct it too? Fighting, she had always been a fighter, and she was not one for quiet submission, admonition, nothing like that. In her world it was kill or be killed, eat or be the one eaten. She was strong, old, fierce, stubborn, and most of all she longed for the freedom that had once been hers.

If a Slaver came to buy her, she would do her best to look like the pet he or she wanted. She had a craving to be free of this cage, to set her teeth upon her handler, to show him that betrayal of her would end in death. That is the punishment, she was at fault, she had trusted her companion, she thought they were close, but the thing about assassins, they are greedy and always want more than they need. More money, more power, more respect, none of it was enough. Not all were like that, Luna was not like that, but she had never believed her partner would turn rogue and trade her in.

Yes someone like she was worth the money, the power, but he gained no respect from this transaction. Her toes spliced as she thought about tearing the man him to shreds. She may not want to be someone’s slave, but at least she had a start. Get bought, work your way towards a solid goal, fight and become what the person wanted, possibly earn their trust, kill the b*****d who betrays you and then go from there.

Oh Luna was not going to try terribly hard. This was good enough. Though she was not going to snarl and show her teeth to every person, her own aura was intimidating, the darkness that hovered around her always. The ever present cold death in her eyes. Someone strong would have to hold interest in her, someone tough and powerful. Someone that could earn her respect, but not her trust, Luna would never trust anyone in this world or the next ever again.

It was her silent promise, one that she would make only for herself and no one else.

Her ears lifted listening to the conversations that passed. Luna could not help but focus on the woman who was speaking with the silver-wolf. He seemed strong, she had not really noticed them before, reserved, loyal, calm, and mostly he seemed different from the others here. He had experience, for that she was sure, but he was not violent, he rolled with the punches, and took life in a day to day manner. Of course someone would look at the male wolf. Especially if he had all the qualities they were looking for.

Luna lifted her muzzle, she had always been the observer, and that is what she was doing know. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Luna had no friends, and they were all her enemies.

[Zombie Leach]

Nizar Baqi Rasima

After Nizar finished his warning call he realized that no one but those in his immediate area were paying attention. The workers were all focusing on customers, figuring that with the signs placed on the cages it was out of their hands if the customers wanted to get close enough for the slaves inside to touch them. Nizar stopped shouting and sat down on the shelf a little pouting that his warning didn't get a reaction. He would have to try harder to be a guardian if he wanted that the be added to his collar.

He watched the customers observe the wolves while trying to decide which one was best for them. Nizar couldn't understand the concept of ownership and simply assumed the 'slaves' were the most interesting out of everyone. The ones in the back labeled dangerous had to be the most interesting since they were kept in the back away from everyone, obviously because the workers at the shoppe weren't done looking at them yet. This wasn't how it was in reality but without the concept of ownership what else would someone think?

Nizar watched Genevieve closer than any of the others. Everything about her screamed I'll eat you to Nizar and so wanted to do his best to warn others of the danger he so clearly saw. It wasn't that he wanted to be mean or 'pick on' anyone he just didn't want anyone to get killed. Because, if people were killed their story was lost, and learning people's story was one of the things he liked.

Already he had a picture of the blue haired ladies story. She had a cousin with kids already grown up and was obviously close to them which meant she was a family person, she was nice which meant she probably had good parents, she was willing to part with her very pretty clothes with meant she had the means to get them. She was very interesting to Nizar but he knew better than to interrupt someone when they were looking as something they found interesting.

Instead Nizar looked around the shop. It was fairly busy compared to the back with the dangerous cages. For some reason most didn't want to go back there wanted something they didn't have to do much work to train for their personal needs. Nizar didn't understand why though, the most interesting things were always the hardest to come by, easy wasn't interesting because everyone could do easy things. His attention turned to the cat boy yawning in the trophy section of the shop. ”Hey Catboy! Is it hard to sleep on that stool?” Nizar imagined it was but felt like asking anyway, at least it would spark a conversation, he hoped.

[Zombie Leach]

Quinn opened the door to 'The Emporium' and stood there for a moment letting cool breeze filter in from outside. He didn't go in these type of shops normally, it wasn't his cup of tea so to speak. Usually he left that type of transaction to more professional types, but this time was different. He wasn't looking for an employee in the normal means, or even a slave in those terms either. What he desired was sort of a crossbreed between the two, someone who would follow orders but still had a mind of their own. He hadn't found it through hiring, or by unlawful means either, now he was checking here the best slave shop in the market.

He let the door shut behind him his steely eyes scanning the different slaves on display. His calculating gaze fell on the trophy case and looked at each one. They were all good looking and in good shape a sign of the best their races had to offer. Looks didn't impress Quinn at all and most of them seemed to tame to be of any use to him. There was the fighting and guardian slave section, the cleaning pet section, the child friendly section, a multi purpose pet section, and even a pleasure pet section and even though it enticed him to check it out he refrained

The first section he checked out was the fighting guardian section and was instantly disappointed. He could tell just by looking at their eyes that most of them were muscle bound, order following, idiots. It was saddening, but anticipated. None of them had the level of intelligence or the skill set he needed for the particular jobs he would have them do. He left that section and headed through the others in turn leaving the pleasure section for last. It was like walking through a topless bar or some other place just as sleazy.

Each section had the same problem, the fire, the passion had been sucked out of their souls and were now only mindless, order following, idiots. He was about to leave and continue his search elsewhere when he heard a voice come from the back that caught his attention. It wasn't that the voice was annoying or abnormal but mostly what it had said, ”Hey! Naked lady's being sneaky again!” It wasn't just that the voice had said 'naked lady,' every guy could appreciate a good looking body but the fact that it had said she was being sneaky.

He turned towards the voice and saw a section further in the back with cages labeled 'dangerous.' That was closer to what he was looking for but still was skeptical. Too much fire in one's soul was just as bad as too little. He moved closer and noticed that others were already back their looking at the slaves in the cages. That was fine, he could wait and watch how they interacted with them. They were probably better at picking out a good slave anyway.

One of the customers did catch his eye more than the other, a blue haired girl who looked to be of means. It was almost vexing because he could swear he knew her from somewhere. It hit him a few moments later a smile creeping across his face. Quinn pulled his scarf up further to cover more of his face before approaching. ”Marrie, didn't expect to see you here. So, how's life?” he said in his sickeningly sly, almost feminine, voice. ”Oh! How rude of me I didn't introduce myself. My name is Quinn, head of 'Jacinto Logistics.' Pleased to meet you!” he bowed politely keeping most of the lower half of his face covered, specifically his mouth.

[Kazcan]

Soleria's eyes flicked over the wolf appraisingly. He really was very stong... she oculd see his muscles working beneath his thick fur. Healthy looking, well bred, keeps care fo himself. He wouldn't back down in a fight, from the looks of it.

And he wasn't snapping at her either, though she could see the distrust in his eyes. not that that was surprising, he was in a cage, she was not. She knew well how much those cages could lower one's trust of other people. Being bought and bartered wasn't really something people wanted to experience in life.

So she took a chance. her rubber gloves on, she placed a hand on one of the bars for support. She wore rubber gloves in case the bar's were wired. She had made that mistake too, and it had stung really badly. "I'm Soleria Apolstolos. Or Lune." Lune was from her middle name, Lunis. Every one of her names sounded girly to her, and she really didn't like it, so she asked to be called Lune. That was at least a little less feminine sounding. She had been undersetimated to many times from her name. And while being understimated in a fight could work in your favor, it was really annoying in normal conversation.

'Xander Wolf's Bane Cross..." she repeated, wishing to remember it. She lifted her other hand, pushing up the brim of her hat a bit, so she could see him better, hazel eyes flickering with internal strength and confidence as she looked into his eyes.

"I'm looking for a fighter, someone to go into the arena." Her eyes flickered with determination, along with a shade of anger as she continued. "There's a personal score I need to settle there. I will train you to be the best, and if you listen and take the training, you will win. It will take work, strength, and determination. Don't think it'll be an easy ride because your a pure bred." She paused, looking over him again. He had no limps, no deformities. he had a good core, and his breathing was level and normal, so his lungs were good. "How does that sound to you?"

She knew most wouldn't beleive her when she said this. She was small, and seemed thin, wispy. There was no way she could carry out rigerous training, right? Well, she didn't care what people thought of her. She knew what she was, her strength, her tactics, and how well she had done with her last Fighters. The Apostolos name was renowned in the arena as some of the best trainers out there. She was the last of her family, and she lived up to her name.