Pets here seem to have gone though a few hands before going to the new master. The housing is poor unlike the pet shop which seems to treat them a bit better. The pets also seem cheaper due to them going though a few hands.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 1:47 pm
Crow Sat in a cage in the back, a bag of blood hangs from his mouth, his eyes cold and distant. Hair hangs in his face though he's able to see though it. He ignores the sound of other pets who try to get the attention of a potential master, he doesn't seem to care much if he gets one.
As Kalif was lead in on a chain leash into the warehouse, he let out a big sigh. This wasn't his first time at the pet shop, and given his lifespan, it probably wouldn't be his last time here. He hated that terminology... pets... it was so vile. He preferred slave. That was what he truly was, and that was what he preferred to be treated as. Most masters learned rather quickly about his indignation towards being treated like a little lap kitten or anything of the sort. He was a proud warrior of a proud race of shifters! Those few pompous masters that let his preferred phase, with his ears and tail exposed, fool them always learned their lesson. He was not a gentle and shy neko like many of their pets.
Even as he was beginning to let his righteous indignation take over, the sow worker pulled on the chain leash, yanking him forward, nearly making him trip over the chain between the shackles around his ankles, with nothing to catch him as his hands were cuffed behind his back. He realized that he had probably gotten a bit too rough in reminding his previous master that he was not some toy to be trifled with. But then again, that man deserved it.
The slaver then unlocked the door to a slightly dingy, rather cramped, cage."Get in there!" the man barked at him.
Kalif snarled at him for effect, phasing his teeth to reveal razor-sharp canines, then chuckled when the man spooked. "Don't worry, man! I am just messing with you. Be so kind as to remove the cuffs keeping my hands behind my back and I will do as you command willingly. Leave me in this uncomfortable position and you will most likely regret it." he said teasingly.
When the man did as Kalif requested, he offered his hands out in front of him, "You can even return them to my wrists this way if you feel the need." And once the man had, Kalif crawled into the cage, barely tall enough for him to stand in, and sat down casually on the floor of the cage, passively smiling at the worker as he locked the door and moved on with his day. There wasn't much more for Kalif to do then but wait for whatever may come next.
Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 7:35 pm
Rena looks around at the warehouse for a care taker, one to help her get ideas about a new book. She seems fascinated by everything, taking a pencil out from behind her and writes in a note book. Her cloths are loose and seem to make her look more like a boy then what she already is. She walks around more and notices a slave who seems to stand out, writing sown the features she notices off the bat.
She walks over to Kalif and observes him even more, like he's some sort of pray to be examined before killing. Her eyes seem to look though him more so then at him, as if looking as his ever secret. She gave a small smile as she starts to sketch him roughly, moving her hair some as it gets in the way of the sketch. A man speaks to her rather rudely," If your not going to buy the slave move along boy.". A small burst of anger rises up in he chest, she's not a boy but a lady and this man was asking to get hit.
Kalif was unsettled by the thin person looking at him. At first he thought it was a boy... but then as he watched her watch him, he realized that she was a girl.
The way that she was looking at him, then the sound of her pencil scratching in the notebook as she sketched him were highly irritating. He had not intention of letting her treat him as an object in such a manner.
"I may be in chains, dearie, but I am not just any pet on the market. I don't take too kindly to being viewed as no more than an object or specimen. Now listen to that guard and move along."
Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 8:33 pm
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Princess ... Mistress Alana Swan
Ohh, the mess that Miss Swan had gotten herself into today. She had woken up far too late to make it off to school, and of course, she had to make the call in for a fake sick day. Daddy always hated his little princess missing school.. Alana sighed as she placed her phone back onto her night stand. If only she had another way to wake up bright and early. Alana yawned and rubbed her sleepy, weepy eyes. "Ahhh, what a morning.." Alana spoke to herself as she hoped out of bed. It was then at this time, she had realized what time it was. "Oh... My god! I'm late!" Yes, not only late for school, but an appointment set up down at the warehouse. Her father had set up for Alana to go down and pick out her own servant.. Well, pet. The term "slave" was no longer allowed.
With absolutely no time to loose, Alana put her pink curls up into pig tails, dressed and left the house. She had to get down to the warehouse as quickly as possible because if her father found out she was late to this, or missed it, Alana would never hear the end of it.. It was sad how her father still had so much control or authority over her.. She was old enough to be left alone for goodness sakes! Alana was lucky her father didn't have one of his own pets escort her to this appointment.. Or worse, her father went himself.. Alana started her car, and headed off on to the road. It wasn't quite far into the afternoon, so Alana had time before her father would come by to make sure she followed through with this little task.. This left her with maybe two hours. Two hours to get the pet, go home, clean up, and look like nothing was last minuet. "Oh man.." Alana groaned.
Finally at the warehouse, Alana picked a parking space at close as possible and walked into the building. Almost imidiatly, she was greeted by a man. The shop owner to be exact. "Hello, you must be Miss Swan." The man greeted kindly and shook her hand. Of course, daddy informed them she'd be here. Alana nodded, "Yes, I am. Did my dad already have someone waiting for me?" That was the question Alana had hoped would have a pleasing answer. The man shook his head and opened the door leading into a room with many cages. "No, he instructed to let you choose. Just let one of the guards handle the pet you wish to buy. Everything is already paid for." With that, Alana left to the back.
Part of her had hoped that her father had a pet already lined up for her. That way things would go quicker, but she had to go by and take the time looking from one unfortunate soul to another. You know, Alana never did think about what she wanted. Perhaps a neko. If you couldn't tell by her leopard coloration ear muffs, Alana had a soft spot for felines. Nekos were almost too tame though. Hmm.. That was when someone caught her attention. A male figure with big pointy ears, stripes and a tail sat in a cramped cage. Alana crouched down to eye level, and kept her legs together to make sure her underwear didn't show.. That'd be embarrassing. With her head tilted to the side, Alana asked a curious question. "What are you?" Alana then gasped at her question and panicked. "I- I don't mean to sound rude. You just look cool." Alana said, nervously biting her lip and rubbing her arm.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 9:00 pm
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Kalif
Kalif didn't have to pay too much attention to the girl sketching him after he told her to run along. She seemed to be silently fuming at the worker that had told her the same thing, but he didn't care.
Shortly after that a young girl with pink hair tied in pigtails arrived in the warehouse. By the way that all the workers were acting and the way she carried herself, he could tell that she probably came from money and was a bit spoiled.
He smirked when she candidly asked him what he was. She clearly had never had anyone tell her she was rude before. She did, however, amend her statement to try and be less blunt as she sat down in front of his cage. His smirk grew into a half smile when he noted the way she was careful to avoid showing her underwear as she sat, with her skirt being so small.
Kalif moved himself forward in the cage, moving his face out of the shadows, and answered her with a tone that was a mix of sarcasm and flirtation that was rather unique to him, "I, my dear, am of an elite and rather exotic type of shifters. Didn't these workers try and sell you on all the ways that may suit your no doubt rich tastes?"
He then shifted back into the shadows as he scornfully added, "A group of imbeciles the lot of them..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 9:34 pm
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Princess ... Mistress Alana Swan
A gently, little smile lifted up on Alana's face as she could now see the full image of this pet's face. For a pet, he was rather attractive to her. It could have been his good looks, or the sense of danger in his eyes. Either way, on first sight, Alana kind of liked him. His hair though, it looked so shiny and pretty! Alana wanted to pet and play with it. Yeah, odd, but Alana had a thing with hair.
Then came an expression of slight confusion, washing the smile right off of her face. It was like the sarcasm and flirtation in the same tone was too much for her brain to handle.. In a way, it was. However, it didn't leave her giving herself a headache to think about. Was he really being flirty though, and why so sarcastic towards her? She couldn't tell if she should call him out on being rude, or scold him for trying to flirt with her.
A somewhat playful and teasing smirk took shape on Alana's lips, replacing and dumbfounded, or shy expressions she had once held. Now it was time for Alana to get a bit sarcastic with the male. "Hmm.." She lightly tapped her chin then shrugged. "Nope. Which means that you slipped their minds, or you just aren't that exotic." Alana answered. As her hand gently fell back into her lap, she glanced around at the metal caging the tiger looking man. "Imbeciles is perhaps too kind of a word for them. Lil Kitty needs more space than this to play." Alana teased and returned her smirking face to look at the male. Having put emphasis on "Lil kitty", she really had no idea if that was something that the feline would get pissy about. She simply did it to test the guy. Even if it was likely it's come back to bite her.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 9:55 pm
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Kalif
He watched as her face changed expressions from smiling to confusion. He found this funny. She clearly didn't know how to take his pokes at her and her little spoiled nature.
However, Kalif had not been expecting her to return the favor. He guessed he should have known, after all, what rich little brat didn't know how to sass back at daddy and his money. He began to smirk at her little jabs. They did little to entice him. He had learned to deal with ridicule and sass long ago.
Kalif had been preparing his come back and returned sassy remarks when the little brat decided to really push his buttons. She called him "Little Kitty" and began to speak to him as if he was no more than a kitten stuck in a box, waiting to be loved.
His indignation flaring, Kalif could not stop himself before he phased his entire face to show more feline qualities, but not quite fully to a tiger face. With his long canines extended, he snarled at her, slamming his face up close against the front of the cage, he spit out at her, "How DARE you! My kind are not like the frail little nekos that are so popular today. We are a proud race of shifters, and I am no one's Little Kitty, you insolent brat!" With feline eyes glowing, he glared at her, thinking of what he would do if he hadn't made an oath to come with the slavers many years ago. If he was a free man, such insolence would have left her gasping for air as he held her throat in his hands.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 10:30 pm
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Princess ... Mistress Alana Swan
While at first Alana's attempts of poking at the male hadn't worked, her last comment had really ticked him off. It seemed that the feline didn't appreciate being called a "Lil Kitty". Which made Alana's smirk turn into a full humored smile. Yes, she found that the male's frustration was funny. Until, the threatening display and jump towards her. Up til then, she had been smiling.
Taking the place of humor was fright and shock. Maybe she expected a hiss, or growl? Instead she got one anger tiger getting up in her space. If not for the bars, he may have gotten closer, or maybe even hurt her. Alana covered her mouth and jumped back a bit with a gasp. The male's sudden actions had startled her. Maybe she pushed a little too much? "Wha-..." Alana suddenly glared back at the male, unhappy and highly offended.
BRAT?! What pish-posh! Alana was no "brat"! Alana crossed her arms over her chest, her cheeks growing a light pink, and puffy appearance. "I am not a brat, you... youuu!!" She shouted back, but had absolutely nothing to call him. Yes, she was dealing with a very angry cat, but, it was as if the anger from the male had meant nothing now. Not after being called such a nasty name. She probably would have felt bad for making the guy so mad, but being called a brat was something she didn't tolerate.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 10:56 pm
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Kalif
Kalif was glad that he had startled the girl, even scaring her enough to get her to jump back a bit. She deserved it, and it wouldn't hurt such a spoiled little girl to get a little sense scared into her every once in a while.
Kalif couldn't help but let his anger dissipate, however, as the girl scrambled for something to call him. He phased back into his more relaxed appearance and smirked, leaning back into the cage again.
"Sorry, dearie, but I call them like I see them, and what else can you be then the spoiled little brat of a rich daddy?" he teased, "Besides, you aren't the first brat that I have run into, and you certainly won't be the last Daddy's Little Princess that I will meet."
He then scratched behind his ear, tousling his hair a bit, and settled into a more relaxed state. Either this girl would get the message and run along, or she would have to learn that he didn't concede to childish behavior like others in his situation did.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2014 10:05 am
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Princess ... Mistress Alana Swan
Despite the fact that the male had seemingly calmed, Alana was still agitated. What would make him assume she was some rich spoiled brat anyways? Was it how she dressed? Alana did dress in the finest of clothing brands.. Maybe it was clean she was? Nah, even some homeless people could keep themselves nice and tidy.. Alana didn't really get it. Which made her more frustrated.
Alana felt like smacking this guy, but instead she sighed angrily into the air. "Yeah, well at least I'm not some animal sitting in a cage! Wouldn't shock me if you are here for being such a jerk!" Alana retorted then stood up to her feet, dusting her skirt off as she stood before the cage. "I don't have time for your nonsense! I need to go back home." Wait, she really did need to go home. She had yet to actually pick someone out though. It was a crazy thought, but maybe she'd settle for this grumpy feline. Or have to anyways.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2014 10:18 am
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Kalif
The girl still agitated. She didn't like being called out for what she was. Kalif knew this, and took satisfaction in it, as it would keep him entertained for a good portion of his day, even after the girl would leave - no doubt settling for a less blunt servant.
He laughed as she decided that she no longer had time for him, calling him an animal in a cage. This didn't upset him, for that is what he was. And indeed, he had been a bit of a jerk to the b*****d that had tried to claim him before, which had caused his return to the warehouse. He didn't mind, though, as he would rather be left in the cage than in the hands of one who would think it necessary to treat him truly as the work pet suggested.
"Ah, yes, you are no doubt late for another shopping spree. Does daddy know that you spend so much? Oh, I am sure he does, funding every penny of it too, isn't he?" Kalif continued to sarcastically tease.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2014 10:41 am
rosegirl920
Princess ... Mistress Alana Swan
Okay, okay.. Maybe once or twice... Countless times Alana has stressed over being late to go shopping, but sometimes she had a really tight schedule and too much to do. It was not however just some fun little spree of buying things! She was raised better than to waste money! "Shush! You don't know me!" Alana shouted, stomping her foot on the ground. He didn't know her that much, but pretty much knew how she lived..
After a brief moment of thought, Alana shook her head, practically brushing off and ignoring whatever else this servant had to retort with. "Daddy says I don't have time to work. School is more important." Alana informed then looked to one of the handlers near by. "Excuse me, I'll be taking this one today. Have him taken up to the front when he's ready." Alana told the man then spun around to walk up to the front. There she had to sign her name for ownership and all that stuff. After that they could leave.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2014 12:01 pm
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Kalif
Kalif couldn't help but laugh at the girl's final retort saying her daddy wanted her to focus on school. Especially since he knew that the time of day it was would indicate that she had skipped school for the day.
When the girl told the workers that she would be taking him home with her, he smirked. He had a feeling that he was going to have fun with her as an owner. Sure, she would be stubborn and difficult, probably try to treat her as his title implies, but Kalif knew that, in the end, she would learn to view him as more of a servant, and less of a pet. She would also find herself learning some humility with him.
Before the girl could leave that area of the shop, the workers asked her, "Do you have your own collar and restraints you would like him in, or our standard delivery package? Your father left that option up to you."
Kalif looked at her curiously, wondering which would be the case. No doubt she would have plenty of fun shopping for cuffs, collars, and leashes that fit her style for when they were out in public, but did she have some of those already? He hoped not, as he was rather used to the standard delivery, and preferred that many times to the custom cuffs and collars that her type tended to have prepared.
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