Brace myself and let go [Hoopla,Whiteraine,Escha]

[Akante]

ESCHA

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Free love on the streets, but
In the alley and I ain't that cheap, now.

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The echoes of a dying day were met by weary eyes, eager to clutch at the moments missed while locked in the dreamless cavern. No, no not again! Her memories were returning through the haze of fog and pain and instinctively declared Escha to take note of her surroundings before the light would be extinguished. Face screwed up disregarded this decision with a disdainful snort and instead decided to gain her bodily bearings. The coat was no longer luminous in the estranged sun rays that lingered in the rosewater horizon.

"Oi, where the HELL AM I?" Escha bellowed as her voice turning static during the holler. Heave of the chest as she coughed. Conflicted: to recline across the, further mattering her formally unblemished pelt or to castrate the gnawing that began to devour at her innards? Night was already beginning its aimless cloaking upon the marshlands and so the dire hybrid decided to amble upwards

An onlooker would describe as a drunken swagger, yet the only liquor she consumed was saturated with melodramatic and would have to decanter the bullshit from her stride. A slight limp was even adapted to; perhaps, create an aura of sympathy for the enslaved female. Ripples were observed from the corner of amber eye and her body swung towards the life source. An island was it? A groan rippled from ivory teeth before she slumped down at the water edge, caramel dipped paws lounged the muck and mud.

"Na, it ain't nice here at all, take me out now you STUPID BITCH, ARGH!" Maw turned towards the transparent stars as if they would deliver the message towards the female who gave an onslaught; gallivant wanderings would cease from that moment that the breath of thought crossed her mind. "My head hurts, I bet there'll be a lump," Escha quipped, rubbing he back of her head with dampened paws.

"This water is so fucking dirty. You expect me ta drink it? PAH!" the putrid liquid was spat back into. "Ya' don’t treat ya' guests too well, I'm god damn hungry." Screw blasphemy, her empty stomach was far greater on her list then moral purgatory. A three course meal was needed pronto. Snap to it you hospitable people.

A shiver erupted from tiring frame as the skies turned dark.

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_{ooc: Anyone can join. Though she was knocked out and dragged into Imperium so if someone could tell her she was a slave or whatever it would be awesome sauce. I think she would have been lying there the whole day-ish~}

[Akante]

WHITERAINE

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[[Sorry this took so long. By the way, I make reference to the 'Slave Mark' a few times, its a small asterick like mark slavers place on the shoulders of new slaves that way if they wander or whatnot its obvious they are a slave. Escha probably wouldn't even have noticed it until Whiteraine points it out.]]

Since Hoopla's return the Aedile's mind had been clouded with thoughts of the sickness he held and what it could do to Imperium, however, at the current time things seemed to be shaping up for Imperium. That calmed the noble a bit and she was able to enjoy a simple stroll near the waters, staring out into the murky bleakness, as if waiting for some gator to dare take her on. Unlike poor Lady Aislin, Whiteraine doubted she could be snatched away so easy, in fact she almost beckoned an alligator to her, she wanted to sink her fangs into its armor-like skin. The black and white she-wolf wanted to feel the superiority, the power that she knew it would take to dig fangs into such a beast's body. Her baby blue eyes glinted and she smiled maliciously, slowing her stroll to a very calm walk, eyeing the water with curiosity. However these idiotic thoughts were soon cleared from her head as she thought about what would happen if she was wounded. It was not a good time for someone of key importance (at least in matters of ridding Imperium of the 'Plague') to be wounded. So, sighing lightly she trotted away from the water, moving closer inland and further from the water's churning reach, moving to somewhere safer.

It was then she heard the hollering of the new slave. The ex head slaver had watched Wendingo drag her in and leave her laying, obviously with getting rid of rats a top priority she had left the slave to awake to Imperium. Even from a distance Whiteraine could see the slave mark on the female's shoulder. The white and tan female yelled again, obviously she had not been told her place yet, the Aedile decided to take this job up as her own and moved it towards Escha to break the news to her.

"My head hurts, I bet there'll be a lump,"

Slightly Whiteraine chuckled, to Wendingo had taken the fun approach to catching this slave. In fact, it was how the once head slaver had caught her first few slaves, Whiteraine smiled nostalgically, remembering the hunts and attacks she had launched. It had not been too long ago either, only a month at tops, none the less it was behind her now, she had ascended and taken a place she truly deserved in the pack, something of honor. And was she ever proud too, the first female that wasn't of royal blood to set her paws in the ranks of Senate, the first female of true noble blood and boy did she make sure everyone knew it.

"This water is so fucking dirty. You expect me ta drink it? PAH! Ya' don’t treat ya' guests too well, I'm god damn hungry."

The Aedile began to laugh at Escha's statement thinking to herself, Oh sweetie, your no guest here.
Then slowly she snaked up to the female, still chuckling. "Your not a guest here. Your a new slave, nothing but a pet or a plaything for the rest of the pack. A guest could leave, the only way you would be leaving is if we trade you off to some other packs." Slowly Whiteraine circled in, moving ever closer to the new slave.

[Akante]

HOOPLA

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^{This way, that way, whichever way.}

The brute strolled rather lazily through the newly-spawned dusk. His green eyes didn't shine yet; they rarely did before the abysmal blanket cast itself over the skies. His auds were perked forwards, erect, stiff. Intent for sounds. Listening. He'd been gone for so long, he needed to catch up. See what everyone had been doing. Apparently Whiteraine had bumped herself up in rank, all the way to the Senate! But what had happened to Lady Aislin? His twisted mind could only think of the worse, and with that, he scowled, pursing his lips. She was gone, wasn't she? A tragedy in the most cursed form. A snort and the timber brute cast those thoughts aside, lifting his head up a mere centimeter and focusing on the path in front of him. His body, slowly strengthening itself after his period of illness, tred on the ground with firm pawsteps, his claws purposefully scratching the clay dirt. His tail thrashed impatiently behind his hips, swishing off any pesty insects that dared to invade his personal bubble. His eyes narrowed, glaring ahead. No reason in particular. He was just, well, like that. Angry. Skeptical. Cruel. Insane. And if one didn't know that by now, they sure as fuck better learn it quickly before he finds out. Hoopla loves to play games...

^{Ahahaaaaa, the fool has come to play.}

The sun quickly set, and the darkness soon swallowed the whole of Imperium. It was then that Hoopla quickened his stride, heading out of the tall grasses and into the more open turf. His body swayed rythmetically from side to side as he walked, his steps set into a steady beat. His auds perked, nose twitched, and eyes widened. There was a familiar scent, sound, sight. The grey, white, and blackened whisp of a tail flashed behind a bush before it vanished. Scrunching up his snort, the Immune set forth, knowing who was there. The very female he had seen oh so recently. A cruel sneer spread across his maw, thoughts swirling in his crazed head. He recognized this place. It was one of the 'storage bins' for the slaves. On the outer edges of the Catacombs. Why was the dear Aedile bothering herself with these lowly, pitiful puffs of fur? There must be a reason, and Hoopla hoped that the reason was trouble. Oh, he loved trouble. He loved starting it, but most of all, he loved engaging in it... feeding it. The shadow sped over, quickly behind Whiteraine, and passed behind the shadows of the trees and shrubs. He no longer feared any possibility of getting sick. He was recovering - therefore his body was building an immunity. He couldn't get sick, again.

^{Well, well, well... lookie here.}

As he turned the corner, the male set his eyes upon a whining bitch. Her pelt shone off-white, with copper colored patches on her face, paws, and back. His auds perked as he noticed her complain about the dirty water. He smirked, still silent as he hung behind the Aedile. 'Oh, pretty girl, I can make you feel dirtier than our precious water...' His thoughts didn't escape through his lips. He simply stared, his crazed, hardcore glare. Directly into the eyes of the slave, the beautiful slave.
"Ya' don’t treat ya' guests too well, I'm god damn hungry." Oh, poor, poor girl... "Your not a guest here. Your a new slave, nothing but a pet or a plaything for the rest of the pack. A guest could leave, the only way you would be leaving is if we trade you off to some other packs." Aww, now Whiteraine, must you be so harsh? With a quick, actually respectful bow towards the older female, Hoopla slithered up to the slave, his cold, yet charming, smirk spreading itself cooly across his shadowy maw. His eyes didn't break from her deep golden orbs. "Aww, Whiteraine. This poor girl needs some rest and comfort, not you battering at her..." Hopefully Whiteraine knew that he wasn't disrespecting her, merely mocking the pitiful creature in front of him. But he kept his tone as sincere as possible, hoping to... warm up to the lowly female. He plopped down next to the white and orange she-wolf, resting his right forepaw across her back as if to comfort her. To pull her closer to him. Should she refuse or snap at him, he'd pin her down without a second thought. Breaking eye contact with his 'boo', the Immune glanced over to the Aedile, puppydog eyes glimmering. "In fact, I know just the thing to calm this dear down, to make her stay here more comfortable. I can do so. She could be quite useful to me..." Was he claiming a slave? Perhaps. The only thing that would stop him was Whiteraine, Escha herself had no say in the matter. And hell, if she had any idea, she'd want one.

[Akante]

ESCHA

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^{occ: this is closed now because three is an awesome number and I'm liking where this could head.}

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The cackle was heard before the body was shown which was in fact opposite for the other areas of nature. Lightning forked across the horizon before the rumble of thunder vibrated like a growl across the grounds. Escha didn’t even bother to turn her face towards the tenderfoot to the scene, not until she began to speak. "You’re not a guest here. You’re a new slave, nothing but a pet or a plaything for the rest of the pack. A guest could leave; the only way you would be leaving is if we trade you off to some other packs."

"Woahh, slave? I ain’t doing no one’s shit for them. Where the hell am I anyway? What pack did ya’ bring me to? Pet, haha, pullin’ ma leg darhal. So are you tellin’ me that you would care if I just wandered out of here?” quizzed Escha, brows raised as tawny eyes followed the monochrome female as she orbited the slave. A low laugh spat from her teeth at one point during the speech. The fact that she was claimed as a slave didn’t bother her as much as the fact she could not amble away from the site when she chose to. The fact that people would lose sleep over the fact that she would be missing was . . . concerning almost. "Yanno it’s gettin’ quite disturbing with all ta circlin’."

"Aww, Whiteraine. This poor girl needs some rest and comfort, not you battering at her..." Introducing himself with a bow and a chilling smile, the incoming male strode towards the copper flecked slave. "FINALLY!" Escha groaned with an exaggerated eye roll as if she had been waiting weeks or months before someone showed authentic compassion. So far the statistics in the pack were two out of three wolves are selfish shits. They both happened to be female as well. Coincidence? "Where can I get some food an' a nice lie down? This mud is a pain in the ass to get out. My fur is so much thicker then it usually is now."

Coal stricken limb flung flush across her off white back -- stark opposites – and she gave a squirm to rid herself of his embrace. Escha may have had no dignity but there was no chance that she was going to roll belly up for the first male who showed his snout. "Woahh, sorry, I’d like it if you took ya’ filthy paws of my back,” Escha demanded, but felt only his limb lock her into position. Well, ahh.

"In fact, I know just the thing to calm this dear down, to make her stay here more comfortable. I can do so. She could be quite useful to me..." Escha turned her face back towards the charcoal male, and conceived her best disgusted look. "Look, buddy, I ain’t gonna catch your food and do your shit for you, if that was what you were thinking. You’re barkin’ up the wrong tree there." "I ain’t a slave, alright?" The comment was uttered as she faced Whiteraine, but it was directed to both wolves.