((Please note the following rp has backstory relating to her cruel fighting handler/master, do not read further if suggested actions will sadden you or make you angry. I wish to do none of those things for anyone but create a more solid foundation with Reisx. Thank you.))
She had been roaming around the underbrush, ears listening but she was young and dare she say it, naive. She didn't understand what most of her instincts told her, no, that came with age and wisdom. But she was forced to mature faster than she would have liked.
Reisx didn't remember much from that day, only that there were footsteps of heavier beings all around her, suns atop branches that burned her eyes when she looked into the light that licked at the darkness' shadows. Her silver eyes had shown weakness, vulnerability, and she had been caught.
Rolling onto her back, Reisx opened her eyes, it had happened in the past, but, it was still with her, in her heart, her mind, and she could not seem to let it go. She didn't know how to fix it, take away the nightmares. She wasn't sure how to handle it but just try to forget.
Closing her eyes she saw his again, yellow and dark circles were underneath. HIs square jaw was stubbled, and he smelled of rotten eggs, smoke and metal. He had a welder's mask tilted upon his head, a grimace as she was placed on the table in a cage. She had squirmed, whined and pawed at the cage door.
The two-leggers had laughed at her.
The broad shouldered man let his lips part as he took a breath, sighed and looked to the other men gathered around the table. She felt like she was on a stand, and the man pointed at her, but she did not understand his words. She tried not to listen.
"This is what you brought me?"
"You said you wanted a fighter. Its a feral, how lethal could you get?"
The square-jawed man seemed to snarl, more than she, it was guttural, and the breath that came from his mouth created an awful scent that filled the air, and sat upon her tongue. She writhed and circled again.
"Look at it, too young, weak, female. What use could she be?"
The other men looked at one another, then to the man.
"You could use her…make her crazed using your tools. It could give her an edge. Besides, if all else fails…bet against her, use her as fodder."
The man rubbed a hand against his jaw and looked down to her, and sneered, his chipped, yellow teeth peering from beneath his swollen lips.
"How much?"
"Two thou."
"You must take me for a moron," he quickly eyed them, watching their movements. The man moved her hands to the tools he had on the table, took a small metal pipe and poked it inside the cage.
Reisx had run away from it until he prodded it into her sides, lightly, for now.
"You see? She doesn't even know what is coming yet. Tell you what gentlemen, I'll take her off your hands for free."
"Free?!"
"You know as well as I do there are some regulations when capturing these ferals, this one is young, too young. I don't even know what kind of traps you used to get her, what damage she's already got. Think of it this way, you'll be the only ones to know she'll be fodder meat."
The men looked to each other, then back to the man.
"And you'll let us use her against our Mokai? To bait them, train them harder? Use her as easy cash?"
"Only if I get a piece of the pie."
One man, the one who spoke from the small group out out his hand, "Deal."
And they shook.
As the men left, Reisx was left with the square-jawed man peering down at her, small pipe in hand. She cowered in a corner of the cage, looking up at him with silver eyes into emotionless, merciless yellow.
"I'm your master now, filth, learn quickly."
Reisx turned on her side again, and stared at the grass that was beside her. It was pressed into the ground, but it never asked to be like that. She had simply come, chosen this spot to lay down, and done so. The grass was organic, alive, but she laid upon it and lowered it near the earth, the dirt just as her old master had done to her. But, unlike her, the grass began to bend up almost immediately, reaching for the sun again, the warmth, and with no whines or breaks as her figure was light, and not ill-mannered. Not like him, she was so much different than him.
"No!" he yelled whacking a pipe against her cage bars again. She whined and yelped at the sudden noise, it had hurt her ears so bad. She didn't know how to react. She wasn't used to things flying at her, more or less being in a box-like contraption. At this point he had placed objects in the cage she had originally arrived in and made it so she barely moved. He poked and prodded her, and taunted her with food mere inches away from her grasp. She drooled and tried pawing at it, and when she stopped trying he hit the cage again.
"No! Try harder1"
He whipped his hand at the cage then, and when his hand was close enough, she got afraid, and angry that he snatched the food away, and she snarled, and tried biting him. He laughed.
"Good, good! Again!"
She kept trying to bite him, then the pipes he tried poking at her with, then the bars themselves. Her jaw hurt from the pressure she created, but she didn't care, she needed tog et out, away, away from him.
"Now, lets keep training, little one," he said picking the cage up and bringing it behind the workhouse. There was a large pit dug into the ground, too deep that she wouldn't be able to climb out of it. He dumped her in their from the cage, but not before she was able to scratch his arm on the way down.
As she scuttled around the mock fighting ring, he picked up other objects, and threw in a burlap bag that was shaped into that of another Mokai.
"Attack."
She stared at him.
"Attack!" he picked up a chain and whipped it against the ground and she crouched down.
"No, no, no!" He reached down into the pitt, grabbing her by he scruff. She was so young then, not big enough to get away, and he stared in her face, pressing the chain against her back and neck.
"You will learn, I'll make you, you may not enjoy it, but I will."
Reisx came to lift herself onto her feet, fur bristling, but she realized she was free.
A nightmare, merely a nightmare.
She listened, hearing the echoes of growls and snarls from the compound beyond the trees, down the hills. She wondered if it was Ai or Seven, or that male whom she couldn't stand who couldn't understand.
Reisx shook her head, hoping it was neither of the females.
Fighters needed rest, and healing, just as her spirit did.
Heading for the falls to find Cellen, Reisx didn't look back but knew someday, she would go find him again and make sure no other Mokai was in his possession. Then, and only then, she would teach him a thing or two.
He would not enjoy it, but she would.
