It was just a peek
Joe
09-07-2021, 12:07 AM
The fire-colored wolf startled in such a way one would have thought she'd been deliberately scared instead of simply meandering across a stranger. She was a skittish one all right. The panic in her eyes, the lowering of her body and dipping of her head, she was a submissive one by nature. She addressed him as "Lord", then referred to gathering the flowers for her Mistress. That got Sitka to raise a curious brow. Ah, so the woman was a servant girl to a noblewoman. How interesting... Slavers paid handsomely for quality merchandise like this wolf could be. Smaller, thin, pretty, curvy and shapely in all the right areas... But they would pay even better for a wolf that was already a trained slave. This little darling could be worth a small fortune for him. Then he could take his earnings and buy Keetie something nice, something sparkly to impress her and maybe get her head between his legs again. Speaking of...
Sitka waited until the woman had finished speaking before deciding to see just how well trained she'd been as a slave. She had already begun to assume the position of a slave: head bowed, body lowered to the ground. "Ah, is that so? Your Mistress is a very lucky lady to have a wolf as loyal to her as you. Does she know you're out here preparing this nice surprise for her?" He looked over her briefly. It would be so easy to just storm up, find a way to bind her, then sling her over his back to take to market. Or it'd be just as easy to mount that perky rump of hers first. Hmm, decisions, decisions...
Sitka began to close the space between them, a dominant and commanding presence to him as he held Lia's flame-like eyes with his own. If she had been as well trained as the slavers out near the desert had been, she'd be easy enough to command on intensity and personality alone. He wouldn't need to wrestle her to the ground or damage her unnecessarily. "What's your name, girl?" he asked, now only a few quick paces away from her, his muscles tensed and ready to pounce if she tried to bolt. He willed her to stay put, to make this easy for him, easy for the both of them.
"Sitka Thánatos"
Sitka waited until the woman had finished speaking before deciding to see just how well trained she'd been as a slave. She had already begun to assume the position of a slave: head bowed, body lowered to the ground. "Ah, is that so? Your Mistress is a very lucky lady to have a wolf as loyal to her as you. Does she know you're out here preparing this nice surprise for her?" He looked over her briefly. It would be so easy to just storm up, find a way to bind her, then sling her over his back to take to market. Or it'd be just as easy to mount that perky rump of hers first. Hmm, decisions, decisions...
Sitka began to close the space between them, a dominant and commanding presence to him as he held Lia's flame-like eyes with his own. If she had been as well trained as the slavers out near the desert had been, she'd be easy enough to command on intensity and personality alone. He wouldn't need to wrestle her to the ground or damage her unnecessarily. "What's your name, girl?" he asked, now only a few quick paces away from her, his muscles tensed and ready to pounce if she tried to bolt. He willed her to stay put, to make this easy for him, easy for the both of them.