The chocolate fae sauntered into the market. The Black market didn't entertain... 'ideal' conditions for purchase, but... There were slaves there, and Dorealla's plans involved having a few. She ignored the hyena's sleazy attempts to pawn off the weaker of his crop, or the more abused, and although she passed a saddened eye over the fur of those felines, she didn't stop, or offer the foul-scented beast any hint she had. This hound had a particular image in her mind for the employees in her house and spa-to-be.
She stopped at a couple of them briefly and asked a few questions, but moved on before too long. Her fur was somewhat less pristine than that of other Hounds that had passed through here, not as 'prim and proper', while still maintaining a cleanliness and the soft gleam of proper care. It did look like she'd been rolling in the mud a bit, and had sand dried to her paws, but this was only her patterning, not actually dirt and grime.
She came to a halt at another pair of cages now, peering over the felines within them; both of coloring fairly similar to her own, but patterns far beyond what she had. The exotics they carried with them drew her attention more, the tabby with a stunted, muted tail and the other who looked patterned more after one of her feral cousins.
Their chains, too, caught her eye, gleaming crystalline and silver before her. "You pair," she called out, in a short tone that betrayed neither an inclination to violence or pleasantry, nor any mood or predisposition. The voice she used was almost monotone, like it was waiting for some spark of life to come into play. "Do you have names?" Though they entertained differing cells, she seemed already to have lumped them, perhaps because of proximity or some other parameter in her own mind. It was clear by the passive look in her eye as she let her haunches drift to the clayed basement grounding to settle atop it that she didn't expect an immediate response from both, but it was also clear that no matter what was said, those frozen eyes would be watching for any slipups between the pair, and other, more favorable occasions on either side.
