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 Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 8:33 pm
 Khalon sat in his cage, his ears followed the waves of hounds that came and went like the sea lapping at the shore. He had already learned not to follow the hounds movements with his good eye, his blind white eye seemed to track what his good eye was looking at and because of it the hounds gave his cage a wide berth. He sighed and tried to sit with as much dignity as he had left, but he knew it was futile, he was damaged goods now, the best he could hope for would be a cruel master to use him as some sort of whipping boy, oh yes he heard the rumors. Rumors that poisoned his heart, what the other cats said happened to damaged ones like he, they only said it when they thought he couldn't hear, but in a place like this, one could hear almost everything.
Khalon felt his ears falling, but as soon as he noticed, he perked them back up and turned in such a way that the last thing a ound saw would be his blind eye. maybe if a hound liked him and he was bought on impulse he could escape the fate that the other cats expected for him. He kept himself looking like a house servant rather than a punching bag, sitting tall with pride but constantly keeping the submissive overtones in his body. he still held on to his belief that hounds were good masters if the servant was loyal. He had only been proven wrong a few times, and in his current state all he could do was pray to the gods that he wouldn't be wrong this time.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 8:46 pm
 Chuma knew what he looked like, the grizzled old veteran, a cruel male. Few hounds relaxed enough around him to see what a polite gentleman he could be. His voice was hardened by age, his scarred and milky half blind eye intimidated, as did his war honed body. He needed to improve his social image, and part of that required his lodge to be much improved upon. Such upkeep needed slaves, which was what brought him to the slave market. He might not like the smelly old hyena, but he couldn't deny the brute knew how to gather a fair selection at reasonable enough prices, reasonable enough for a hound of Chuma'Bomani's wealthy status anyway.
He paused as he spotted a caged feline and walked over to eye it. Fair body, looked whole and healthy enough and he needed a groundskeeper. "You there, what's your name?" Names were something not often included with the price tag hanging from the cats cages. The cat held itself oddly, as if it had more confidence then the cowed pathetic beasts around it.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 9:02 pm
Both of Khalons ears had been following the large male hound since he entered the market. He was indeed intimidating and even the hounds around him seemed to give way. This was interesting, it wasn't everyday a hound could demand respects like that without even a word. Khalons stomach began to tighten as he noticed the hound coning towards his cage. He hadnt had enough time to see the hound in action and so could only judge on first impressions, and based on that this was one of those masters the other cats expected for him. Still he held his head high, if this was his fate, well then, maybe if he still did everything he could to be a loyal slave one day he would be happy.
He couldnt help himself but his mother had always told him to be polite, and politeness forced him to face a hound addressing him directly. Khalon turned himself and lowered his head in greeting. "I am called Khalon, sir." Khalon then straightened himself back up but did not meet the hounds eyes. Maybe if he didnt look directly at him his bad eye would go unnoticed.
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