When the Lights are Down [Sage]

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[atrb=background, i184.photobucket.com/albums/x30/Silehnce/souless03-1.png] It had been nearly two days since Memphis had taken advantage of Southwind’s battered state, pawning her off like a common cur for whatever price had been arranged. Now she couldn’t have said what cost had been levied against her life; when it had occurred blood loss had dulled her senses and curbed her wit, weakening her like prey to be taken at any worthy predator’s will. When Southwind had come to comprehend what was happening it was too late; her feeble attempt at escape had been ended by one of the cheetahs’ swift efforts, though in her condition South had hardly been in any shape to offer much of a fight. She couldn’t have said whether it was Nemesis or Graverobber who had chased her down and subdued her. Having never before encountered such odd creatures, both looked identical to her untrained eyes, and all she knew was it had been a pathetic attempt and a short struggle. By now Southwind had begun to recover from her ravaged state; her wounds had been tended to and her fur cleansed of its crimson stains, if only to fetch a better price when it came to sell. No one would have paid any decent price for a female seemingly on death’s edge. But a youthful, fit young thing was another matter entirely. No doubt once she had properly recovered from her wounds she would be up on the block, available to anyone who could provide Nemesis and Graverobber what they wanted. South felt her stomach churning with dark possibilities as she lay curled against a rough-hewn wall, hobbled by thick, supple vines covered by wickedly curving thorns which prevented her from chewing free. Her mouth was still sore and tender from her last, short lived attempt to gnaw them from her paws. Out of sheer, stubborn force of will she had attempted to shred her bonds for nearly ten minutes upon first waking to no avail. A few thorns had broken off jaggedly, but they had been shockingly sturdy and for the most part all Southwind had accomplished was a painful bloodying of her mouth. For now all she could do was comply with her captors’ wills, waiting to see what darkness loomed in her future while nursing black hatred for the bitch responsible for delivering her into this situation. Part of her wanted to die all over again (if such was even possible), but everything else in her being ached for revenge. If it was her last act, Southwind vowed endlessly, she would make that sorry cunt suffer.

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[atrb=background,http://i1230.photobucket.com/albums/ee500/lukari/2-32.png] The drugs proved to be very, very popular amoung the hellion creatures. The Thanatos twins had recieved many things; Favors, lands, spies, and finally, they purchased their first slave. Memphis had been very generous, offering the snow colored wolf in return for a satchel of shrooms and root, and a small allegiance. It was worthwhile to the twins, for they could now begin to grow their slave market, and then, why then it would get fun. That's when reputation would serve them far more, and they could eventually, maybe someday, create a monarch over the Colloseum. The Thanatos were known for their everlasting hunger. Nemesis stalked through the colloseum, her paws carrying her lightly, gracefully. However, her tall posture insisted she was not as fragile as she appeared. Her purple eyes watched the souls gathered; A majority of them were wolves, however she saw a variety of animals. Even an elk had wondered in, to compete. Though his rack was impressive, he was in a secluded building made of brimstone and fire surrounded by carnivores. Poor things fucked, Nemesis thought, laughing to herself. She turned a corner, and saw their slave laying down. Her eyes narrowed and her tail flicked irritably, however, she smiled cruely, though welcoming at the same time. She strode toward Southwind, with a confident swagger, and looked down on the resting wolf. They were such inferior creatures, a rather... Unapealing to the eyes, Nemesis thought. She hid her disgust flawlessly, and bared her teeth, letting out a short sigh. Mwell, where has our little slave girl been hiding? Nemesis cackled, raising a brow and cocking her head, making sure her long canines were well revealed.

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[atrb=background, i184.photobucket.com/albums/x30/Silehnce/souless03-1.png] A whispering of velvet lined paws against dusty stone distracted South from dark musings, and while black ears pricked forward she opened her eyes to observe what fresh torment approached. Soon a familiar figure emerged, one of those repulsive spotted felines; legs too long and lanky, head too small, eyes too high, muzzle smooshed as though its face had been dashed against rocks over and over. A nose like that probably couldn’t sniff out its own ass, South thought as she watched it saunter closer, only barely concealing her contempt for the repugnant looking creature. She watched the cheetah unsheathe long fangs and very nearly snorted with derision, holding back only because of the bonds hobbling her paws. Big teeth, maybe, but with jaws like that it couldn’t possibly have more than a few hundred pounds bite force in its favor. Pathetic. South’s gaze flickered up towards the creature when it spoke, though she didn’t bother herself to lift her head from where it was draped across her vine bound paws, “What do you want?” she asked, faint hint of condescension in an otherwise bland tone. Nemesis, or Grave robber, whichever the hell this one was, might have had her in a compromising position but Southwind was no stranger to pain, nor did she fear it. Her father had broken that weakness before she had grown old enough to hunt; besides, she knew well enough this ugly creature wouldn’t inflict too much harm. Couldn’t fetch much of a price for damaged goods, after all. South was by no means a stranger to the slave trade, though this was certainly her first experience as merchandise.