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 Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 7:06 pm
The smell... it was familiar, so familiar. She knew exactly why too. She was back where the school had sent her. She hated this place... She hated being owned. Her small form moved a bit, to stretch in the small cage she'd been thrown into. What would happen now? She looked to the flies that were heading toward her.
"Get away you pest." she hissed, frowning at the bug that was taking her space, taking what little she had before she was again taken from the place where she continuously returned after some found that she was not suited to the task they had wanted of her.
The longest she had been away was at least two weeks. So generous that one had been, letting her try and try and try.... only to whip her after each failure. She snorted and looked at the bars, past them, then to the door. So much light was outside. So much freedom... but no. She wasn't able to escape. None could.
"I hate this life." She looked down and then again at the door. "Somethin' should save me." A hopeless prayer... but maybe not so much.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 7:33 am
Well, he'd finally done it. He'd convinced his parents to let him move out and start a business of his own. He'd left the comforts of Caspia and the silver-spoon lifestyle. It wasn't easy at first to convince them that he was going to make a name for himself rather than live in his parents shadow, but they had accepted and with a kind nod he'd been on his way. Living in Prussia was a lot of work, but it was the ideal situation. Ari was far enough away from his family to be alone to do his own thing, but close enough to enjoy the comforts of home every so often. After all, it was only a short jaunt through the scenic mountains to travel between the two. He'd worked hard, being a young and ambitious hound. While he had stones, he knew he was going to have to give up his life of luxury in order to establish himself. He'd done every sort of menial labor at the beginning from cultivating crops to rolling the large barrels of fermenting wine to landscaping. His own work, in his eye, was exactly what he wanted and didn't cost a cent. However, he was almost ready to open his bistro now... he needed help that he couldn't provide to himself, and he was tired of living like a slave.
He needed a cat.
He scowled at the thought of an extra mouth to feed and another soul to watch for petty theft. However, there was no other way. If he intended to live the life he'd been born into, he needed to own the help all other wealthy hounds had in abundance. At the very least, it would lessen his own workload. Once the bistro opened, he would be entirely too busy to tend to all of the daily chores at once, not to mention he'd have appearances to uphold. His mind had been made, and it was finally time for that long, unpleasant trek to Zanzibar. He tied his satchel tightly around his waist, making sure to carry just enough to afford a couple good strong slaves, and he was on his way. The journey was long and gave him time to think about his options. His ambitions were grand, and he would require many slaves of all talents in order to pull it together successfully. He was already thinking ahead to his next renovation--he knew the bistro would need to be fancier than its current state, and though he was lacking in funds, he knew a quick visit to his parents for a... cash advancement would allow him to have the desired effect on approaching patrons.
His thoughts were interrupted when the repugnant smell of Zanzibar wafted into his nostrils. He growled softly, nothing more than a low rumble as he entered the city walls. He despised this place as much as any other wealthy dog did, but in his current situation he couldn't afford private sales of top quality slaves. He would have to try his luck here. Passing through the city, he came to the home of the hyena everybody had come to hate. Giving him a stern nod, the door was opened and he stepped down into the dank, cellar-like holding area for the slaves. The floor was cold, dank, an seemed to crawl beneath his toes as he entered, as if on cue. His eyes narrowed in the dim light, adjusting to it. His plans were simple: see the slaves, pick the ones he wanted, and leave. He had no intentions of lingering longer than he had to. It was, afterall, a long journey back.
He started down the cages, his steely gaze peering over each cat as he did. He stopped momentarily to rap at the cage of a particularly annoying feline, then continued on. If someone was going to impress him today, he had yet to see it. He moved forward, one deliberate pawfall at a time.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 3:39 pm
Salmika looked up, seeing a shadow fall through the door. A new customer? She'd never seen this hound before. She shook off her fur, then began to attend to her dirty paws and tail....and any other part of her that touched the floor. Really it was not her place to do this now, but there was a possible new master here, and though she did not want to think of it, she had to get a new master.
"G'day sir." She greeted quietly as he passed. "Er...as good a day as Zanziba' can have really..." Oh...was that too far? She winced and bowed her head, prepared for some repercussion from either the smelly hyena or the master that had come to buy a slave or two or more.
What a life. Resenting existence, doing nothing but the small things....she wanted to live, to work and make a decent living without chains upon her neck and legs. Such a bother, such hell. She hated it all, and though tears wished to come, she held them in as she awaited a response.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 8:35 am
His eyes scanned coat after coat. One was too dull, another too bizarre. Physiques varied as well, all looking frail in his eyes. Frustration was mounting as each cage passed. Did this smelly hyena have any type of sense when it came to his stock? What Ari needed didn't seem to be available. He needed something young, strong... not afraid of menial labor. A nice looking coat would be a plus as well, considering he wanted those who saw his grounds to be impressed by his stock of slaves. He was about to give up and head back home when a particular voice tickled his ears. He stopped for a moment, ears twitching as his eyes located the cage in question. Moving toward it, his face still expressionless, eyes still narrow, he halted in front of it and peered inside. The all-too-common slave accent was quite evident when this particular slave spoke.
He looked her over once before directly addressing her. The fact that she spoke said volumes about her. She was polite--at least she tried to be, from what he had heard. This was a pleasant change, considering the numerous hisses and dirty glares he got at the beginning of the line. This slave appeared to be unlike the others--her coat, though still dirty in places she had yet to groom, was a brilliant, interesting color. The stripes along her face were quite striking, and though the overall sheen of her coat appeared rather dull, he knew he could improve it with the slave diet he had developed. Even better than her coat, she appeared to be strong with a sturdy frame. Perhaps she could be of use to him after all. After a lengthy pause for a second once-over, he decided to address the cat, although he did not smile at her comment about the dingy city.
"You," he spoke in a sharp yet warm tone, "What is your name?" So far so good with this one... hopefully she answered his questions correctly. If she spoke wisely, he may just take her home with him. He eyed the price below her cage. It was certainly a decent price, assuming she was a good quality worker.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 5:06 pm
She stood a bit straighter and looked up a bit more. "M' name is Salmika good sir." She gave a smile, hiding the reluctance well. She didn't want to seem ungrateful that he was considering her. If he took her, she would work hard to follow his instruction. This place gave her fleas, which she'd taken care of to get rid of, and soiled her pelt in ways she hated.
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