ardent

From one hand to another

Chimera & Siren



Dalila

Loner

Master Fighter (240)

Master Healer (255)

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age
7 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Small
build
Balanced
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248
player

The Ooze ParticipantPride - Demisexual1K
12-19-2020, 03:59 PM


A stream of light cut through the shadowy darkness and it made her squint against the light, turning her head away for a moment while her eyes adjusted to the sudden intrusion. Blinking to clear up her vision, she turned back toward the new comers curiously and let her eyes trace over the pair that had been led to her now open doorway. There was a large male that seemed to be divided perfectly between black and white. He had an imposing air about him, but she could pretty easily tell that he wasn't a member of the group that had brought her here. Then there was a far smaller woman - even smaller than herself it seemed - and she was the one that fully approached her after the unnamed male asked if "it" was acceptable. At first she didn't quite piece together that they were talking about her until the small, pale woman corrected him and told him to at least call her a girl.

Her attention fully shifted to the woman in question as she came to look her over. When the slavers had informed her that she would be sold as a slave she hadn't known what to expect, but she had to assume that this was what they had meant. These were her... buyers? Was that the right word? After the life she had lived prior to coming to Boreas the idea of being forced into servitude wasn't necessarily the most frightful fate as it probably was for most. If anything this felt more familiar and comfortable than what she had been granted in Ashen. The freedom to do whatever she wished and train at her own pace was overwhelming. She did wonder in the back of her mind if anyone from Ashen had been looking for her or had even noticed her absence, but it was too late to think about that now.

As the admittedly beautiful lady made the decision that she wanted to chose her as her slave, Dalila made the small realization that this pair of wolves held similar notes to their scents as Venom. It was enough to make her look between the pair with a bit more curiosity, but she wouldn't speak this realization out loud just in case this was information that would turn them off of her. The sooner she was "bought" the sooner she would be free of this place so she was grateful to have been chosen. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin her chances before she got to know who it was she would be serving better. She gave her new lady a polite dip of her head, quietly saying, "Thank you," before rising to her paws to go with them.

"Speech"