Food for the wolves

She gave her name, but he gave no acknowledgement that he had heard it. She would need to learn how utterly unimportant she was, and if he intended for her to keep her name at all. Once the door opened, a purple toned brute appeared in the opening and spoke. Flare nodded his head, acknowledging both the fact that they have not met, and until recently he had been relatively new and insignificant. A fact that would soon be changing. “You can call me Flare. Absinth encouraged me to join.” He explained in greeting, before turning to the matter of why he had come here.

“I heard you are the wolf to see about bringing a new slave to the pack. This one needs some birth control, and it might need some attention on its face, it’ll need its vision to complete its jobs.” He explained, indicating with a paw towards the cut that ran to her eye, and the spot of red on the white of her eye itself. “If your able to spare a few moments.”


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