Both women picked at their meal, but they knew it was better to eat what was given. They didn’t know what kind of future awaited them and the next one might have been days away. Rava was a frightened wretch but she wanted to live. She had a little fight left in her, and so ate without complaint.

Saia made herself comfortable but Rava was too tense, she could settle down in relative comfort but there would be no sleeping. The girl pulled her limbs inward as she settled onto the dark earth. Her cloak obscuring her entirely she took comfort in the familiar feeling of the fabric against her. Rava couldn’t take any comfort in Saia’s words, she didn’t know anymore than Rava did, and she seemed much less worried. As she mentioned, this transition was no new experience for her.

Rava quieted, a soft sigh slipping from her dark lips as she lost her focus on the now empty platter. She wouldn’t sleep, but the edge of her anxiety seemed to fall as her belly was filled and she knew for certain she would remain here for an extended period. At least she was dry, and had good company. Someone she could begin to trust. ”Yeah…” She offered in agreement quietly as she rested her head on star striped paws. There would be no sleep until she passed out of exhaustion. Who knew when that would be.

What a shit show that was.

The brute had come down to this auction because he had heard that it would be a decent place to find quality slaves and there would be a good fucking show to entertain him in the meantime. Instead they held half-ass auctions with less than impressive stock, demanded way too high a fucking price, and their so-called show was nothing more than pathetic slaves slapping each other like a bunch of wussies. Where was the blood? Where was the gore? Where were the bitches he could be thrusting into while he bought more whores for his pleasure? Whoever ran this shit show was going to pay for wasting his god damn time and money. At least they offered some halfway decent rum, and the pretty little bar wench serving him was at least something to look at. Virion sat brooding in the corner while they marched their pathetic stock up on the stage in the middle of the pouring rain, just waiting for the time to pass before he would set off for the next sale and hopefully find something worth his time. Then suddenly there were rumors being spread fast among some of the buyers within earshot. Something about an exotic beauty, with an impressive resume to back her up, being held for last.

Finally. Something interesting.

It didn't take long before Virion tracked down the source; a pathetic little insect of a guard who had been persuaded to sell the exotic with a hidden gem. Together the two cost more than half the lot, but by the way the other owner's glared daggers as Virion walked by, he could tell he had stumbled into something highly prized, and he wanted a taste. It took some time between the auction, the purchase, and gathering up his values for the house before he was finally directed to their holding space. For all the coin and furs he had to use to buy the pair, he was expecting nothing less than a caged goddess to be awaiting him behind those closed doors. Virion, would take nothing less. He kept his expression hardened as he approached the door, the rain completely drenching his russet form, causing the ripples of his muscles to become visible through his fur. He was cold. He was tired. He was pissed. This damn sale took too much of his fucking time.

So as he approached the door, he didn't bother to knock, he simply slammed his body into the barrier, causing the door to swing open violently with a cry from it's hinges. There, huddled against the far side of the room, was his prizes. Orange and green hued eyes pulled into a deep frown as he took in the scene before him. He had bought slaves. So why did they adorn themselves with cloth like they could actually fucking own something? Even the air they breathed was not their own. He let a rumble of displeasure rub against his vocal cords as he slowly inched further into the room. His massive height and girth quickly filled the door frame, adding a hint of discomfort as he was forced to fold his ears against his skull, less he scrape them along the frame. His eyes stayed honed in on the figures across from him, soaking in the sight of his new toys. One, in particular, was very striking in the way she seemed to hold herself differently from all the others slaves he was forced to look at all fucking day.

Spirit. It was like cocaine to the beast.

Nothing in this world was more satisfying than taking a creature that had never been through slavery before, watching it writhe and wither through the challenges, the cruelty, and still hang on to hope that maybe one day it would get better... then absolutely crush it, without mercy. To watch as those naive, spirited wolves slowly crumble under his weight as he stripped them of their entire identity, their purpose, their hope... and crafted them into nothing more than another prey to be hunted and killed. He had adored such punishment since he was young, but Virion has grown over the years, he has learned that while physical torment might be satisfying in the moment, it was the mental game that was truly satisfactory. Spirited slaves were the most invigorating opponents, as they often lasted longer than any other breed. However, Virion had never know a slave to have had so many masters, and still give off such an aura. Clearly, none of the previous master's knew how to break her in.

A small grin pulled at the corner of his rosy lips, as he took a few more, slow, calculating steps forward. This one blessed with a common beauty, nothing outrageously stunning to write home about. But the pierced veil, no matter how absurd, did give the slave a certain mysterious appeal. However she was hardly hidden by her cloth, which instantly gave Virion the identity of his two new slaves. This one, with the grey hues and delicious spirit that oozed from her presence, was clearly his rare exotic beast. Yet as tantalizing as it would be to directly torture such a highly valued object, he couldn't help but be intrigued by the smaller creature beside her. The hidden gem. That's what the seller had called it. Well, the disgusting cape it used to cover itself certain did the hiding part. But Virion couldn't help but wonder what lied beneath the cover? Thick paws cut into the earth as he continued his slow approach, his ever wondering eyes knew no boundaries, and understood no moral law. He was inspecting his new toys, after all.

When Virion finally stood mere feet from his prey, he finally spoke. His deep, baritone voice rumbled out of his chest with a tint of rum still laced along his tongue. "So... what makes you two so fucking special?" Orange and green eyes peered down at his exotic whore before honing down on the hidden wolf, knowing the longer it hid from his sight the slightly more enraged he was becoming. He would wait to unleash his first punishment however, his interest more focused on who would come forward to speak, or if neither of them would. His hardest decision of the day would be; which would he hate more?

As she had suggested that Rava do, Saia had drifted off to sleep. She would rest while she was able and gather what strength she needed for whatever the future held in store. Even she was a little nervous about meeting her newest master. Just because she was prized didn't mean that she would be treated well. The past could attest to that. They were always careful to leave her face undamaged though.

The door banged open unceremoniously, ripping the woman from her sleep with a soft gasp. Aqua colored eyes shot open as Saia found her way to her paws. She instantly fought to regain her composure. Keeping her gaze lowered, she only saw the man's legs and paws. He was... large. Very large. Quickly and smoothly, the veiled woman bowed in place. She hoped that Rava was taking notes and doing the same.

Deep, growling tones grated against Saia's ears and she fought not to fold them against her skull. What made them so special? He was the one that purchased them, sight unseen. Of course he wouldn't know. He had asked a question, and so she assumed he expected an answer. The beginning was always difficult. Until a slave was around their master for a time, they didn't know what they really expected. There was a stage of discovery and, like it or not, they were all in that stage.
"That is for the master to decide." She kept her gaze averted, still in her deep bow. Her tones were clear, but soft. Saia willed her heart to slow, lest it beat out of her chest. She couldn't spare a glance for Rava, but only hoped that the smaller woman wasn't  doing anything to raise the mans ire.

Rava had somehow fallen into a light slumber, enough to bring a headache behind her eyes but rest to her body. The sudden commotion woke her with a start, and before the door haad even hit the barrier on the end swing she was stood up. Her heart threatened to beat out of her chest as reality sunk in and wakefulness was whole. Her breathing came in short breaths as he stalked forward slowly, she didn’t dare raise her eyes to him but could only guess that his eyes were looking them over. He was much larger than any of the other guards they’d dealt with, and the air about him screamed who he was.

The girl was frozen, head down and tail between her legs as she again tried to disappear into the woodwork as he spoke. Venom laced his voice and his silent threats were obvious. Like she was moving through molasses Rava mirrored Saia’s motions, lowering her shoulders slightly. The fabrics of her cloak continued to obscure her. The young girl didn’t know what to do and had no problem letting Sia do the speaking. Not that words would form even if she wanted to say them.

This was their new master, the cruelty in his voice and the way he could cause her to freeze in fear made known the hardships she would face in the future. Life with this man would be anything but easy. Rava didn’t know what to do or what to expect. She wasn’t a trained slave but she had been considered property all of her life. She knew earning would be tremendously difficult and she hadn’t even set eyes on him yet.

A pleased grin would pull at his lips as he watched the pair rise in fright and immediately assume a bow in his presence. But in a somewhat disappointing manner, neither seemed to have the gall to look at their master, most certainly not in the eye. It was a bit of a let down, but the beast made note that there was at least something resembling training in their backgrounds. However a respectful bow and averted gazes only showed they knew their place... not necessarily their duty. But Virion gave this little importance, seeing as the male would surely find out just how well ensued the ideals of slavery were in bedded between the two. Just as he had predicted, his silver exotic spoke with a voice that was soft, but her words tumbled out of her tongue in such a way that rubbed the red man wrong. For him to decide? Sure, he would most certainly decided what to do with his new prizes, but their value was either vastly exaggerated or was based on some sort of standing. Virion was determined to figure out exactly which he had bought. The male waited but only a fraction of a moment, letting his dual gaze flash toward the other wolf bowing under a cape like a coward, before turning back to the woman who dared to speak.

"Did you often tell your previous master's what to do? Or do I just look like a fucking joke to you?" He would hiss, taking a step forward so he might be able to lean down beside the veiled woman's head, allowing his jaw to part and used his upper canine to graze along side the woman's pierced ear. Just a taste, his body begged, but his twitching tongue only settled to lick the tooth that had come in contact with the woman's fur, before he would whisper a deep tune in her ear. "I don't care how impressive your rap sheet is, pet. I will break you if I must." Tearing his head from her frame, the russet devil turned his sights on the cloaked wolf, a snarl gracing his lips. "Take off that fucking shield and face me, coward. Or I'll tear it off myself and make sure to take your skin with it." It was bad enough the thing didn't have the back bone to speak up, let alone continue to hide and cower under it's clothing like a damn sheep. He didn't buy sheep, he bought slaves, and he would be damned if they left this building without the pair of them knowing how to act like it.

"He Speaks"

Saia Stormer Shibari

Ah, so he was one of the ones that wanted her to remain silent even when he asked her a question. Internally she sighed, but outwardly the veiled woman kept her bow. She didn't answer his second question and she assumed that she would be either chastised or beaten for that as well. When he brought his teeth close to one tall, sensitive ear, Saia tensed in preparation. Would he bite her? Rip out her piercings? Would this be her final ride as a high end slave? Would this russet beast ruin her? Within the woman's ribcage, her heart beat heavily. Dammit... He was getting a rise out of her. There were too many variables. Too many branching pathways of where the future could lead. With a surge of determination, she pushed these thoughts away and focused only on the burnished paws of the man that was now her master. Aqua eyes remained open and unblinking, but downcast.

He then removed his piercing attention from her and focused on Rava instead. The cloaked woman had come up beside her and had bowed as well, but even from here she could feel the panicked tension. She thought that she could hear Rava's heart pounding against her chest in an effort to escape. Rava was uncomfortable around her, how could she be expected to be anything other than terrified in the presence of this man? He demanded that the smaller woman remove her cloak as was his right. It wasn't natural for a wolf to be clothed in such a manner. Even less natural for a slave to be covered. Now she cast a side-eye at Rava, willing the woman to just do as he asked to save herself a beating.

If Rava couldn't move and if she was frozen in place, there would be trouble. With another inward sigh, the silver and slate woman brought her gaze higher, taking in the mans face. Despite his less than savory nature, he was... handsome. Breathtakingly so. It was evil to place so much hatred into a vessel so fair and Saia once again touched on the belief that the gods were real. And they were cruel.

Gathering her courage, Saia uttered a single, soft word that she knew would bear repercussions. "Please..." If he would turn his attention from the catatonic woman beside her, she would gladly take whatever abuse he bestowed. Rava wasn't ready for this. Saia doubted that she would ever be ready. If this man was going to be the end of her looks... her spirit... she would lose them protecting someone else.

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Rava remained frozen as master and slave danced through their first interaction together. Rava felt no more confident as his cruel voice assaulted her ears and raked across her heart. She pressed her eyelids together as she willed reality away, but all too soon his attention shifted to her cloaked form. She was raised to wear such a covering, being without it she was exposed, but as her new master commanded she reacted.

The girl may have been frozen in fear but when given a command she acted on instinct. There was no fumbling with the tie and as Saia begged for his patience Rava removed the forest green cloak from her form. She cowered under Virion’s full gaze, but her unique pelt was put on full display. Rava was a shapely she wolf, her curves were covered in galactic dust and stars were strewn about her fur.

She kept her striking silver gaze at his paws for a moment longer before daring to look up. Her ears were slicked to her skull and her tail curled tightly to her belly as she awaited his further wrath, and prayed silently that he wouldn’t punish Saia for her tongue. She held in her frightened whimpers as her eyes returned to the ground just as quickly as they’d caught sight of his cruel face.

Virion was not an evil man, his demand had been simple, yet the hesitation did not go unnoticed. What was it with these two females that had them believing they could disrespect him in such a way? What about him made them think there would be no repercussions for their actions? His dual colored gaze slipped to the veil woman, her pathetic plead sounding more like shattered glass to his ears rather than an angelic tone he had been promised. Pleading, to the man, was a great sign of weakness. It showed she had no self respect, even if her intentions to protect the other slave had been honorable. His lip curled to show the teeth along one side of his jaw, closest to the silver fae, as a low growl rumbled. "Do not beg like a pup, pet. Or I will treat you like one." He would inch forward, preparing himself to generate a new scar across that pierced frame of hers, "and I will not be a kind   father." Before he could reach over to snap at her ear, commotion beside him had Virion turning his gaze upon the cloaked girl... well, the formally cloaked girl.

Standing before him, naked with her forest cover on the ground, stood a spectacular sight. A female drenched in the rainfall of the very night sky, with a bursting of vibrant colors to add to the beauty. It was alarming at first, causing the male to widen his gaze momentarily before it fell once again in to a firm frown. "Was your goal to hide your beauty from me, Aphrodite? Under this, monstrosity..." he hissed, snatching the cloak with his massive paws, turning the fabric over between his claws and giving the material a gentle sniff. Virion foresaw danger with this slave, in her eagerness to hide and shy away, something he would have to wipe from her personality if he wished to get what he wanted. Virion would stand, taking the cloak and throwing it over his shoulders, keeping it for himself as leverage. "It will not help you. You cannot hide who, or rather what, you are. Not from me."

Turning his attention back on the veiled female, the tyrant took a step forward before lifting a massive paw and attempting to slam it down upon the female's dainty paw. If he was successful in this, he would then curl his claws in, trying to cause mild pain and discomfort, and perhaps a satisfying drop of blood or two, before he would speak in a very irritated tone. "And you, pet, will not be able to save her." While every bone in his body urged him to take those pierced holes and tear them from her flesh, the red demon hesitated. It was there first day after all, they seemed to have learned enough. The man would turn quickly, tugging the cloak tightly from his shoulder so it would fall to the ground, and made a move towards the door. Calling over his shoulder, "you two have a lot to learn if you wish to survive. Now hurry up, we have a long journey ahead and not nearly enough mead to make it tolerable."

With that the beast slammed the door open, knocking it off a hinge and strode into the night, knowing if they pair did not follow him, he would find them and make them pay. First lesson started now.

-- EXIT unless stopped --

"He Speaks"