From one hand to another

A low growl reverberated through the stone hallways as Chimera haggled over a price. It had been Sirens idea. Or at least she'd seemed excited by the prospect of having a hand maiden or whatever girls called their slaves. The dire boy just wanted someone to use. Someone to take ther brunt of his anger and frustration. He personally couldn't care less what she looked like or what she sounded like. The only real requirements were that it was a female and that it was intelligent and submissive enough to serve a princess. If it broke the rules, tried to run or complained, well... Chi would just have to break their legs.

The slave master and flunkies all stood around, observing and listening as the two wolves haggled. One of them got a little too close to Siren for Chimeras comfort and he snapped his jaws, lips pulling back to bare his teeth. "This one is going to lose his face if he's not careful." The young but massive wolf turned his attention back to the man. "Ten skins and not one more." Sending that the boy would be pushed no further, the slaver agreed. "We need to at least see it first." Only an idiot paid for unseen merchandise.

Chimera and Siren were led down the stone hall to one of the chambers. Torchlight flickered along the damp walls, providing the only real light. The two- toned boy stayed close to his tiny sister though his gaze flickered back and forth. This place was full of Silent Ones. He'd found that if he didn't acknowledge them, then they had no clue that he could see them. A useful trick.

Stopping before a door, Chi gave a nod and the wolf pushed it open. The light from the torches illuminated a patchwork woman. Again, Chimera didn't care what she looked like. Casting his working eye towards Siren, he asked, "What do you think? Is it to your liking?"