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His black tank top and camaflouge pants were hardly visible beneath the amount of bindings that encased him. Yet even through the muzzle and past the stink of the shop, Cale could smell the pig of a shopkeeper and the fresh scent of someone who didn't belong here. That meant it was a customer, someone looking for a challenge no doubt. Well wait til they met him. He'd give them a challenge they'd never expect...and the game would end with their life crushed by his hands.

They got close enough for their voices to be clear to his ears. He waited just a moment and then grinned brightly. "Hey, you've brought me something delicious. I'll enjoy eating them just like the last one." His voice was a hoarse rasp due to the collar that dug into his windpipe and cut off oxygen. Even though he was in pain he leaned further, tugging on the chains and collar. He coughed a bit and seemed to look straight at the buyer. "You smell like you'll taste sweet. Cleaner then the idiots in here." His voice was little over a whisper now.

The shopkeeper snapped a whip at Cale and the slave suddenly dodged back. Even though he couldn't see. He growled at the stinking man and lunged towards the bars. Scaring the shopkeeper and causing him to jump backwards in fear. It made Cale laugh, an unatural sound. It echoed with the rasps and coughing.

Cale could tell almost immediately that this guy was a complete idiot. He heard the jingle of the keys and the protests of the shopkeeper. Cale went silent and listened. It was all he could do in his dumbfounded state. How could anyone be so stupid. Maybe the guy was mental? Couldn't he smell the blood? See it lining the cages surrounding them? Couldn't this buyer see by the amount of bindings the fact that Cale wasn't some pet?

Obviously not.

The cage door opened and Cale turned his head as if looking at the man.This guy's voice was smooth, calm, collected. Not a single flare of fear or discouragement graced it. Cale wasn't sure about this. He'd had crazy owners before....god the thought of it made his scars burn and his skin crawl. He was disobedient and a pain in the a**...not a lunatic. He didn't enjoy that kind of pain. Those games were never fun. But, he survived. It wasn't hard to get rid of those kinds of people...if you could stay cool. Cale wasn't sure he wanted to go through that again. But, it was a chance to get out of here. That was good enough for him.

Obviously this buyer didn't want a -pet- and there was no way in hell Cale was going down easy. So he pressed his lips together, rolling them into a thin line. Took one slow step forward, then another, then snapped forward with creaking chains and a horrible snapping sound as the chain holding his neck recoiled and pulled him back. "Go to hell pretty boy! You can come closer and take off this muzzle. Then I can eat you and be done with this mess."

This man made the enchanted masses of chains seem like dry spaghetti, They fell to the floor with an assortment of crashing and clanging. Cale wasn't sure if he was more disturbed by the show of power or by the fact this man was crazy enough to take all the chains off. It wasn't like this was the first crazy person he'd met, however it seemed like this man might very well just take the cake. However, he figured that he would be able to get away easily enough. Even if this guy was strong, there was no way that he was strong enough.

When the man's fingers hovered by the collar Cale reflexively hissed and pulled away as much as he could. Luckily the other was intelligent enough to simply stray away from it. Taking the collar off would be a b***h and Cale was certain he wouldn't enjoy it at all. However whether he took it off himself or this man did, it would be coming off. Though he had no intentions of staying longer then he had to. He would at least get away from the shop before bolting. It was only the intelligent thing to do.

When they got outside Cale couldn't exactly deny the fact that having the muzzle off was relieving. The fresh air almost choked him. The difference was so great. The warmth of the sun sunk into him almost immediately. He turned his face towards the sky and did something strange. His tongue flickered out and ran over his lips. The forked muscle looking the part of a snakes.

He ignored the comment about his tongue and simply enjoyed the fresh air now that his lungs were used to it. He walked where he was lead and sniffed the air around them. He knew what was happening. Now he'd be trapped in the car until they got far away. Once they were there though, that was when he'd make his escape. If that meant killing the crazy man who had bought him...well he'd do what he had to. Cale wanted his freedom and would pay any price to have it.

He was helped into the leather seat and strapped in. Just as he was about to feel even a little comfortable he felt the hands behind his head. Cale's heart began rushing. But his anticipation and worry was replaced with shock when lips were pressed firmly against his. He thrashed suddenly when the blindfold fell and the door closed. He slammed his eyelids shut and dropped his head so his hair hid his face. Cale felt adrenaline running through every vein in his body. He was scared, terrified even, and not of the man next to him.

They arrived where they were going and the car came to a stop. Cale didn't wait. He slithered out of the holds and the door flashed open before the car was even turned off. His eyes opened to the blinding light for the first time in years and he ran through the blindness. His eyes adjusted in time to see the large wall that blocked him from his freedom. He was determined though and jumped to land in a nearby tree. He jumped and something repelled him, sending him flying backwards.

Cale hissed and tried again, again, and again, his muscles now worn and hurting. His adrenaline running off as he stumbled and panted heavily.

Cale coudln't believe it. He was out of one cage and in a new one. Sure it was bigger and smelled a whole lot cleaner, but it was a cage none the less. This one didn't have bars or chains...at least not yet. know his insane care taker ther was no telling what was in store anymore.

Speak of the devil.the man came up to him and brought him to his feet. cale snapped his eyes shut and hissed under his breath. He grabbed the other's wrist and flippd himself around bfore shoving a clawed and deep into his back. Cale believed in quick deaths. His fingers wrapped around the beating heart and a startled shout left his lips.

This new master was even crazier and deadly then Cale had imagined. Suddenly he was screeching as his hand was wrapped in some dark magic. He was knocked back and felt a pulse of energy rage through him. He coughed and hacked as he hit the ground. Trying to get up he was stopped with a heavy boot. Cale was caught. His hand burned and blistered where the tendrils had touched it. He realized he wasn't dealing with just a madman, but a madman with powers. One that was slowly taking away any choice he had. Cale couldn't think of another way out of this mess. Maybe if he was lucky killing the man would break the barrier around the house. If not, well he would have time to figure that out later.

Cale's eyelids fluttered a moment. The bright yellow orbs igniting like rays of sunlight. Black swirls filled his vision followed by gray spots. Then he could see clearly. His eyes met clear brown ones and his breath caught in his stomach. A hunger boiled under his sanity. His eyes flashed and energy chased the light. As soon as it had begun, it ended. He knew that the man would be dead instantly, that was the power of a basilisk's eyes.

However, that wasn't the case. The man stood there. Breathing, living, and smirking. Cale was suddenly more afraid then he had ever been. His heart jumped in his chest and sent shivers down his spine. How could it be possible. Not even immortals could stare into a basilisk's eyes and be completely unscathed. His horse voice croaked in fear as he tried to free himself. Thrashing on the ground like a snake caught under the boot of a trapper. "What the hell are you?!" He hissed and shoved at the boot pressing on his windpipe. Driving the spikes that lined the inside of the collar deeper into his flesh.

Nothing was going the way that Cale had imagined, wanted, or even feared. It was all going so much worse. He was now drowning in his own blood slowly and the hissing noise he made sounded harsh and raspy. He fought against Mikeal's hold and only came away with a dislocated shoulder and bruises all over his arm. Whatever this Mikeal was; it wasn't human in any sense. Nor was it anything Cale had run into before. He was completely terrified of this creature and now rather at a loss of power against it.

He was tossed into a room and automatically he slid down on his stomach and backwards to where he was mostly under the bed. His yellow eyes glowing in the dim lighting. He glared at the unknown threat and his tongue flickered out. "Sh-shut up!" He hissed as forcefully as his throat would let him. His legs had already started changing.

The collar suddenly flared to life and he screamed in pain. As he writhed on the floor he rolled out into full view. His legs had begun fusing together and he was rolling holding the collar in pain. He couldn't stop himself. When he felt threatened his true form came to the surface, but the collar was holding him in a half form. Scales were vague under his skin and his legs merely seemed fused together.

Cale hissed and tears sprung to his eyes against any will he had. "Coreth'ga scalda shad!" He spoke in an ancient language and the collar only seemed to protest more.