KynaXylia: : Boring, dull, droll, and utterly mind numbing, such was the curse of the simple task of ferrying cargo, the lulling creak of the wagon wheels along the rocky road, the monotonous flapping of the canvas cover in the wind, the steady beating of the oxen hooves against the ground. The plain and low classed male seated on the drivers bench sat slumped, eyes half lidded, arms resting lazily on his knees, the reigns held loosely in his slack fingers. Even the workers in the back, lounging on the cargo, were beyond boredom, scattered cards of an abandoned game left to the floor, bits of random attire resigned to being thrown haphazardly about, the men, some snoring, others staring blankly out at the retreating surroundings. With a sudden thud, the well worn road turned to an unnaturally smooth stone, signaling the final approach to their destination, a cry from ahead was all the confirmation they needed to scramble for their things and ready themselves for the unloading. The tall walls that encircled the settlement beyond stood ahead, armed to the teeth and patrolled by the hardened warriors born of this land. The cargo was examined, and some even rooted through, scattering the contents within about the wagon, much to the unloader’s distain. And yet, eventually the gates of Skane passed the end of the wagon, joining the long line of changing surroundings, the workers filed out and continued on foot, walking beside the wagon on their way to the Marketplace, yawning and ruffling up their sleep flattened hair. They reached their designated shop and began unloading their shipment, a woman stood at the door with a clipboard and quill checking in the cargo, scrutinizing each item with hawkish eyes. Crates, barrels, and burlap sacks were stacked just inside the back door and when they were done, the workers filed back into their wagon, the driver left to argue over the payment due to them. And argue they did, flailing arms and raised voices all in play. From the depths of the store, one particular crate shuddered, the scuffling inside that would have normally alerted the shopkeeper was muffled by the shouting at the door, Perfect. A quiet creak, and the loosened nails pulled free, the lid popping open to reveal a tuft of raven, black hair, with a grunt, a pair of vibrant emerald orbs peered over the edge of the crate. All clear. The lid was shoved further off and as if uncoiling like a snake, the slender frame of a pale male crawled free from the wooden box, a smirk well placed on his thin lips. He shook himself, readjusting the bunched nethers between his legs, and ran long, elegant fingers through his hair, slicking it back and allowing it to fall wildly down over the shaved sides of his head. Next to his crate, was yet another, a longer one, without hesitation, he bend over and proceeded to wrench it open, rifling through the straw padding to reveal a wicked looking zweihander, a twisted grin bloomed over his scared face. “There you are, beautiful.” Strapped securely to his back, Taghrt felt whole again. Checking his pockets, he made for the door, boots clacking against the dark, stone floor with purpose, the shop was empty, and his exit completely unnoticed, so as his passed the counter, he picked up a simple trinket, a tiny glass figurine, a deer with tall proud antlers. Stepping out of the shop he turned it over in his fingers, admiring it's craftsmanship. “Hmm.” No one minded him, just another traveler perusing the shops and stalls of the Market. Wandering down the road away from the shop, he discarded the glass figurine, letting it slip from his fingers, it’s charm having already warn off, it’s delicate limbs shattering against the ground.



TyronThorsson  Tyron simply sat in His throne twirling a dagger in his right hand. His electric eyes peering over the Great Hall. His rippled abdomen and chest exposed as always. He did have pants on this time as he was starting to understand that his naked body, even in his own home made people uncomfortable. He couldnt understand why as his brain did not function well when it cames to manners and decency, however he understood that others were uncomfortable with it. Namely, Vixen who always seemed to wand him covered up from other's eyes. It made him proud of her transofrmation from a captive to a loyal slave that regarder her Master's body as something worth protecting and to be selfish over. Who would have thought the girl that once wanted to run him through the pointy end of a long sword would now be willingly giving herself to his every whim.... takeing purpose in her obedience.... and eager to please him in every way imaginable. He looked around the room looking for her, hopeing she was wearing something revealing to please his eyes.
Guest_KasWolves  Kassandra followed a caravan back inside the Gates of Skane, Conner following besides her as they walked a bear draped over his back a trail of blood trailing behind them both. She has been gone a few days again, she had to cool herself off. Conner wasn't happy to be once again living out in the forest because again Skoll/Kassandra couldn't hold a leash on her temper so for a week she had to listen to him whine and complain to her about the cold, he was hungry and wanted her good food not raw meat. She was sad to say her Conner has become a pampered Wolf since them been brought to Skane. Sick of hearing him they took down the bear they been tracking and headed back to the pampered cage of Skane, Well that's how she saw it anyways. Once inside the gates she looks around ears twitching at all the sounds she eyed the wagon she followed inside she did need a new gown this one was falling apart she had fixed the skirts from when conner ripped them off the top of her dress. Sighing as she looked to her missing coin pouch she forgot she had given it to the bear woman she met a few weeks ago. Her just jerked her head for Conner to take the Bear up to the kitchen in the great hall. Her walks off as she followed the wagon down to the market, as Conner went to the great hall.



LeeshaLatifolia: -Leesha was leaning lazily against one of the crates in the Great Hall, hidden from view in the shadows as she slowly ran her slender fingers through her long red locks to get the knots out. Parting her hair into three separate sections, she started to braid it along the front of her scalp and down towards the side of her neck, then down through the whole length before fastening it with a small leather strap she pulled from her pocket. Finally pulling her plum coloured fur hood over her head, letting her long elven ears peek through the discreet holes on either side. Having gotten done with her hair, she raised her head and sniffed the air, recognising the familiar scents of her father and the others she had met before, and she turned her small body around so she could peek over the crate at the others, though she didn't feel like interacting with anyone just yet-



MarilynM0NR0OOE: Hm.. how, interesting -she says as she holds up a set of long metal tongs, at the end a squirrel being held by the large metal fingers as it spasmed, growled and screamed with its claws and teeth thrashing through the air trying to get at the woman out of its reach. its fur brown, eyes glowing purple. After a few more moments of observing she finally had enough and put it back into its small metal cage. Taking a mental note before starting to put her lab back into proper order before she left. Having done all the work, she wished to complete for the day on her side project before coming out of the small private section of the dungeon. Kept locked away with Rosalina having the only copy of the multiple keys to get in. except for one where she kept hidden. It was obvious she didn’t want anyone to find out about her project just yet. Don’t want the kids to open their presents before Santa arrives after all. Coming to into the main lobby while heading out the door she was pleased to see her newly made public healer standing at the ready for their leave. Smiling up and down her- come along Prim, I’m sure my business in the crown wont take to much time. You’ll be back to your sunbathing before you know it.. hopefully -she says with a smirk as the two succubus’s made their way into the carriage Prim, looking the colored opposite of Rosalina with her small white horns and white dress, but smaller in appearance both by her general size and how she carried herself with a uncaring slouch. The carriage would quickly make their way in through the crown and over to the great hall. Serleena getting up from the front to open the doors for them-



xXEnyoXx: The wheels rolled noisily along the rocky road with the mountainous driver taking no mind to the comfort of the people with him. After driving the single horse through the night, he whipped it to speed its gait and it pulled its head away in an attempt to break free. Like the woman in the cage, the horse had no real chance of getting loose. She was huddled in the corner of the wooden enclosure, the bars leaving indents and splinters in her back after leaning on them for so long. The pain in her neck was an annoyance, but the cut on her face burned worse than any wound she had before. It was infected at this point and would most certainly leave a scar from her ear to the tip of her lips. Make her undesirable he had said, but don’t kill her….that’s too much of a reward for her. Her lip curled in disdain as her fathers words ran through her mind, but she winced as the pain increased and stars twinkled through her vision. Looking up finally after starring at the floor for so long, she realized they were approaching a town of some sorts. Maybe this was her chance…her bow was resting under the drivers feet….if only she could grab it and run, she might finally be free. As the horse drawn cart made it’s way through the checkpoint and the gates, she saw the hustling of people through a marketplace and people parading freely through their day. What she would give to be free again. The cart rolled to a stop in front of a large building, with cages around the exterior of it dangling for the pleasure of others. The monster of a man, jumped down from his seat and began making his way to the back of the cage to showcase her she assumes. She ready’s her fists as best as she can in the binding and sends up a quick prayer to Freya for strength.



Sprainy: -Vixen yawned lazily as she was going through the crates outside of the Great Hall, digging through them with little care in the world as she got nothing but dissapointment. None of the crates contained anything useful to her or her companions for that matter. Scratching the back of her head as the sound of wheels over the path towards the Great Hall had her lift her head as a deep sigh followed- "great..." -Vixen mumbled under her breath whilst closing off the crate as she eyed towards the carriage.. how easy it would be to kill all those within and dissapear without a sight.. all she had to do was take out the two gaurds outside of the Great Hall and no one would be the wiser. Eyes narrowed as a hand lowered on the single special dagger upon her thigh whilst taking a crouching position behind the various cage. Out of sight with the wind coming from the west, all she had to do was remain calm and ensure her red dress was tucked away nicely around her body and thus not having the wind sweeping it up and making it visable. Vixen would go unnoticed.. till the perfect time to strike that is.-



KynaXylia: Baying, howling hounds echoed around her, gnashing fangs, and bloodied claws, snapping maws of black. Her eyes snapped open, unnatural golden irises glinting in the half dark, slitted pupils blown wide allowing her a somewhat greyed out view of the room around her. Instinctively, Jaska reached for her axes, fingers fumbling around before closing around the handle of Grisnir, buried deep within the pile of furs she had taken to slumbering in. Calm washed over her, and her eyes ebbing back to their usual crystal blue, color bleeding back into her vision. She was in the Hall’s kitchen, burrowed in the pile of fur Kassandra had offered to her, the scent surrounding her reminded her of her pack, it soothed her nerves, chased away the flurry of dreams of beasts. Jaska released the handle of Grisnir, leaving it hidden away, and stretched, lean muscles rippling beneath her sun kissed skin. The fires were quiet, and Kas’s scent was dull, she was still away, hunting. She stood, and readjusted her clothes, deciding to wander out into the rest of the hall. In the markets, Taghrt’s eyes roamed the buildings, the simple stalls, the people, the vendors, the slaves, his fingers itched in anticipation. So many people here, so much noise, and Kaldir was nowhere in sight. The fiend was giddy at the freedom this allowed, his ever present shadow with a voice of reason finally given the slip. Ahead of him, was an interesting sight, a pale thing, spattered with crimson, with ears, no, not just ears, wolf ears! His eyes widened, a lopsided grin twisting his thin mouth, he approached, head cocked to the side eyeing her bloody state. “Well, hello there pretty thing.” His voice is silky smooth, gaze unsettlingly focused upon Kassandra. “Fine day, is it not?”



TyronThorsson  Tyron had been disappointed not to see his slave as he monitored the Great Hall... All he saw were slaves bustling around as if there were a feast happeneing, though no one was at the tables. a few slaves he would notice would periodically glance in his direction. There was something in their eyes.... was it lust? fear? he wasnt quite sure anymore as the two expressions seemed the same to him some times. Jaska, the woman he had fough in The Underbelly mad eher way out of the kitchen and he watched her for a moment..... He like her, she had earned his respect and he hoped to see her in action during the next raid or perhaps with some unruely Underbellian who though it a wise idea to have his or her way with her. It was bound to happen eventrually. If you were female, and you were Skanian, you had either been raped or have had someone attmept to do so..... Twas the nature of Skane. Just as every man in Skane had at some point taken a life and had survived the attmpted taking of their own. Skane truely was survival of the fittest. To his knowlege there was no one in Skane who was completely innocent....... The thought of this make Tyron smile as he continued to watch the goins on of the Great Hall, twilling his dagger as his impressive body leaned back in his throne as if he were simply waiting for someone to pick a fight with Him.



Guest_KasWolves  Kass was deep in through as to how she was going to get a new dress since she had nay coin anymore since she stupidly gave it away before checking to see if she had more hidden away and she didn't. Her fluffy silver ears twitch as she pulls herself out of her inner thoughts and looks to a male approaching her his head cocked. She cocked her her own head slightly to slide eyeing him with her bright teal eyes. She frowns when he called her a pretty thing. She looked down at her bloody ragged dress, filthy bare feet, she was sure her white hair was looking a bit ragged as well since she haven bathed since she left a week ago. And she knew her face was dirty as well but she sure that ugly ragged scar along her jaw still showed she looked around to see if he was talking to someone behind her. But nay one was behind her. She looks back up at him for now he was closer to her. She just blinked up at him “ … ahh Aye it is “ she finally mummers faintly still a bit shocked he was talking to her. Most ignored her.
LeeshaLatifolia: -Getting bored and somewhat restless being hidden behind the crates, she let out a soft chirp as she sluggishly, though still with the natural grace of the woodland elves crawled over to the big barrel standing by the crates she was hiding behind. Standing up beside it, she tilted her head as her blue eyes glowed with joy seeing the barrel was taller than herself. Then, laying a hand gently at the barrel's edge she crouched down briefly before making a swift jump, landing softly on top of it. Wiggling her long ears and chirping happily, she finally let her gaze travel towards the other people in the Hall with a soft smile resting on her full lips. She made a slight nod as a greeting to her father, then moved one slim hand to absentmindedly play with her long braid as she watched everyone. One leg dangling back and forth against the wood of the barrel, making a slight thud with each hit-



MarilynM0NR0OOE: Prim would be the first to come out of the gilded carriage, tugging loosely at the tight white collar around her neck attached to a small leash that fell in against her cleavage, it was more of a fashion statement than for actual use as she stepped to the side with a bored expression and a poute on her lips while Rosalina followed her down. -alright – Rosalina said smiling at her two other companions- let us hope that our dear Jarl is having a good day shall we? If not.. than Im sure you will be capable of cheering him up -she says caressing prims cheek as she walked by the three females stepping in through the large doors with Serleena carrying a rather large chest. and judging by her expression it was not at all light as she did her best to please her mistress by carring it alone. while Rosalina gave the two guards a nod of her head and a smile. Coming in they would stand at the ready.. a respectful distance from the man on the throne. Enough to show that they were there but enough space between them that he could choose to ignore them if he wished. Meanwhile Rosalina couldn’t help but quickly pick up the rather odd behaviour of the slaves around her. there was a great deal and they acted strange. But she payed it no mind giving the tyrant a wave of her fingers in greeting,



xXEnyoXx: Making his way to one of the hanging cages, he would unlock the door and leave it open in preparation of moving the woman to a more permanent location. Turning back to his cart he would start to pull out the keys and select a slim bronze one to unlock her door. Right as he was pulling open the door, a beautiful woman and three slaves paraded out of a carriage in front of his cart. He moved his head to the side to catch a better glimpse of them walking into the main stone building and without realizing it, gave the girl the chance she had been waiting for. She kicked the door with her legs, pushing him off balance to the point of stumbling to the side and falling. She stumbled down the steps of the wooden cage and trying her best to ignore the pain shooting through her face, made her way to the front of the cart to pull a knife and her bow off the seat and onto the ground. Kneeling beside it, she began sawing the ropes as fast as she could, turning quickly to see the driver starting to stand up. Cursing at her injuries, she grabbed her bow between her two bound hands still and looked around trying to find a way out…there were mountains on one side…too foreign to her, but a wood on the other…if she could just make it. She began to run, but before she could take three steps she became nauseous from the splitting pain and faltered. Slowing down, she gasped for air and tried to find the driver through her starry vision. There were three of them? He came upon her and grabbed her by the hair, shouting at her as he dragged her back towards the dangling cages



Sprainy: -Vixen grinned delightful as she had gone unnoticed with them slipping inside.. not caring one but for the new creature Rosalina was dragging along.. No, Vixens eyes were fixated upon just one target. Ever so silently she sneaked around the creates to ensure she was safe to come out.. seeing them just enter the Great Hall Vixen followed quickly yet quietly. Vixens eyes turned so dark they barely showed any redness within them. Even the newly arrived cart behind Rosalina's did not distract Vixen from her hunt and her soon to be prey. Bare feet quickly connecting with the path and soon to touch the floor of the Great Hall. About to unsheath her dagger as her eyes caught her Master, throwing dirt upon the flame burning bright within Vixen. She sighed.. stood up straight and just wandered in as if nothing was going on.. Walking in deeper untill she just passed Serleena with Vixens eyes turning towards Rosalina.. It wasnt anger filling Vixen yet she still wished to see the succiebitch suffer. A sudden thought rushing through her mind whilst her body turned to face the three who'm surely were waiting for her Master to adress them.- "Of course.. killing you would be to easy.." -Was all Vixen spoke with a dark voice matching that of her eyes which had fixated on Serleena's neck, the poor girl unable to defend herself as she carried a large wooden box and the succubus would surely not be fast enough to respond, would she? Within a second Vixens hands were lifted and the side of her hands would strike down on either side of Serleena's neck, just above the collorbones where the main artery ran through behind the skin, stopping the girls bloodflow to the brain. A normal human would generally pass out straight away from such a punch.. if not they at the very least would get stunned for a moment and lose the ability to use her muscles. Whatever the turn of events would be.. they both would cause for the guard to drop the large chest upon the floor below.-



EmmaBey: Beyla had not been to the Crown for a good few days since her last visit which didn't go the best. She figured she would make an appearance since the recent returned Rosalina had popped in on her a couple days before. At the very least see what might be going on and if there was any further instructions for her or if she was to return to her normal duties and hand the Brothel back over to Rosalina. Beyla climbed upon her large black steed, Pheonix, and rode off through the Underbelly heading toward the Crown. Out of fun and even spite she almost ran over a couple brute men on the way. Sure they'd dash aside landing on the ground or in the mud but she found humor in it despite the cussing they did at her as she went on her way. Reaching the Crown she noticed Rosalina's carriage and then a cart. She saw a girl being drug to the cages near the Great Hall as another man was trying to compose himself from some sort of stumble perhaps. She noticed the girl had a gash on her face that wasn't looking too good as she halted her steed and hopped down. She approached them boldly. "Hey. Where ya goin with that girl? She needs to be seen by a healer by the looks of her face not locked in a cage in the freezing cold." Beyla said sternly to the man dragging the girl.



KynaXylia: Before she had noticed him, Taghrt had watched as her small hands patted about her person, searching, searching for what? Coin? Perhaps, but she looked as broke as a babe. He sidled up beside her, eyes never leaving her, barely blinking. He leaned down closer to her, the hilt of his zweihander clunking him in the back of the head, causing a slight look of annoyance to dance over his features, grin twisting into a sneer as he glared back over his shoulder at it. And then like a switch had been flipped he was smiling at her again, the tip of his tongue tracing the edge of his teeth in an almost predatory way. “Coin purse feeling a little light today, Pretty?” His emerald eyes shone brightly in the small patch of sunlight, they reminded many of Loki, the Trickster, rarely did he correct any of them. “Maybe I can help.” Jaska paused beside the throne that Tyron lounged in, her eyes sweeping over his relaxed form, his scent strong as ever, ebbing out through the hall, claiming all as his. She gave a slight bow of her head in respect, a muttered, ‘Alpha’, sliding between her lips. When the door to the Great Hall opened, and her lips curled back in a sneer turning to see just who had entered, the scent of Rosalina roiling into the hall like a wave of fog. Jaska did not like it, the stench setting her teeth on edge as she remained where she was, standing just off to the side of the Jarl’s throne, shoulders stiff and head ducked ever so slightly to glare vehemently out from beneath her brown fringe of wild hair. Instead of taking a seat at one of the many tables, instincts told her to stay by the Alpha, regardless of whether or not he would need her assistance, or want it. It just came with being a pack creature, territorial loyalty. Rosalina waved towards Tyron, and Jaska had to bite back a low growl, arms crossing over her chest instead with an annoyed snort. A noise drew her attention though, a new scent among the creatures that had entered, peering between them, she spotted the crimson clad female assaulting one of the ever present guards, at this she smirked, seems she wasn’t the only one bothered by these things’ presence.
TyronThorsson  Tyron Noticed his Daughter jump d


own from a barrel near where she usually spent her time before sitting atop of one and dangleing her leg. She nodded to him in acknowlegement. Tyron winked at her as was their custom between Father and Bastard Daughter. Tyron then was caught of guard by the rapid even that unfolded in front of him first The Snakecharmer and her minions were beringing in some sort of chest and as if out of the shadows, Vixen had rounded them and struck the one carrying the chest. Tyron grinned as everything he was in that moment turned him on. His slave being an extention of his brutality, Vixens tight form fitting dress as she did so..... it was as if it were tailored specifically for Tyrons pleasure. With Jaska nearby, he paid her little notice in the presenc eof his superbly eroticly brutal slave. He leaned fward, his ab muscles flexing as he did so. His electric eyes trained on Vixen as he would motion for her to come to him. HIs eyes would then move to Ros and cut her off before she had a chance to complain, "Shut your mouth Dee-moon. Vixen is My extention, if someone is going to make a complaint about her behavior it will be Me. Your critcsm of her would be a criticsm of Me and I have no patience for insulence. I will part your head from your neck if I so much as see a cross look in her direction." He then would pull vIxens rount ass onto his lap (assuming she came when motioned for), and would stare at Ros. "What is in the chest?"



Guest_KasWolves  Eyed him as he had gotten even closer to her, he was a bit taller them her then again most were taller them her. Her fluffy ears twitching slightly when his weapon hit him on the head. She blinks her small clawed hand covered her mouth to try and not to giggle at him as he glared at it as if it had done it on purpose. Before he looked back at her she dropped her hand away from her mouth and tried to keep from smiling. She watched him closes with her bright teal eyes looking back into his almost glowing green ones. If she didn't smell he was only human she would have thought he was her gandda in disguise and for once in a very long time she was a bit homesick not angry at her family betrayal. Again her ears twitched at his questions her face flushed a light pink “ ahh it seems i had lost me coin pouch “ she mummers she wasn't about to tell this male she had given it away without making sure she had some left. When he asked to help once again this odd male shocked her she eyes him a bit “ i’m in need of a new dress for this one is falling apart and I can not keep fixing it any longer “ she finally admits to him



LeeshaLatifolia: -She couldn't help but smirk slightly seeing her father's wink. She always enjoyed their brief acknowlement of one another. She leaned back on the barrel with a content chirp, her bright blue eyes leaving the frame of the Tyrant to wander over the others in the room, her long ears twitching curiously as she paid more attention on the events unfurling in the Hall she had started to like more, and spend more time in, now that she felt safe enough around the humans to come out of the forest for longer periods of time. She stretched her body with a low grumble, and a few cracks along her spine, before settling back into letting her right heel lightly tap against the side of the barrel-



MarilynM0NR0OOE: -standing there with her chin held high and amused smirk on her red lips. awaiting to be addressed as she decided to pass the time by placing a hand gently on the small of Prims back but before she could say any teasing remark to the whitesuccie she found herself distracted by the sudden appearance of vixen- oh, well hello there my fri- but before she could finish her sentence she would get interrupted by vixen, her words making even prim tilt her head up in confusion having never met her and not knowing what was going on- that’s.. an odd hello -Prim said which made Rosalina smirk in amusement, wanting to make a witty remark of Vixens poor manners before suddenly seeing vixen begin to move towards them, of course Rosalina would act on instinct stepping in front of prim with her hands up and her tail wipping out from her dress in a guard like fashion infront of them. But quickly realized that it wasn’t necessary and that she stepped in front of the wrong slave. Watching serleena getting hit against the neck sending her tobling down to the grown. Pretty sure. But as she fell the chest fell with her. crashing against the floor ahhh you lit-she would ones again get cut off from what she was about to say, turning to the tyrant as he spoke his threat a threat she was quick to obey as she took a step back to steady herself. grabbing at prims leash knowing full well she might need the use of her lips soon if she was to get through this meeting without her temper getting the better of her- yes.. my Jarl -she said with a low bow before stepping over serleena unconscious body without even blinking and towards the chest to pick it up with ease herself. setting it down in front of the jarl without a word before opening. Revealing the chest full of gold coins, and gems- sadly due to our last meeting being cut short.. I forgot to inform you my Jarl that I was able to finally close the deal With her Majesty Queen Discordia. The rest of the payment is currently kept in the Brothels dungeons but will be transported here with your wishes.. oh great Tyron the tyrant. -she says with the 3 chests of gold and gems picking up a bit of dust down there. Meanwhile Prim would look down at the unconscious form of Serleena before looking up at vixen with half closed blue eyes- sigh, out of the two of us you just had to knock out her -she says with a frown. Wishing she was the one taking a nap instead of the kiss ass guard-



Sprainy: -Vixen comfortably sat down within her Masters lap, turning one shoulder into His chest as she leaned in and kicked her feet up over the armsrest of the throne. A grin everlasting upon her lips with her Master having made sure that the succiebitch could not even speak a word back. This only had Vixens grin twist into a darker version upon realising she could have so much more fun by making Rosalina's life miserable to the point where if not her.. at least her guards would plead for their deaths. With Ros's tempter she would be sure to lash out on someone else, sooner or later.. And lashing out for no reason to the wrong people would benefit Vixen. All that was left then was... Suddenly Vixens eyes rested upon the sleeping body of Serleena with Vixen having a tear come to the corner of her eye and a silent laughter having air push through her nose and her chest moving up and down with each laugh.. the kind of laughter, that if with sound would put chills to a humans bones. Vixen suddenly pushed herself upwards a little.. sitting cross-legged upon her Masters lap with her hands resting upon her lap following a few deep breaths in and out as the girls eyes closed.-



xXEnyoXx: Throwing curses at the driver and gasping in pain as the hair hauling stretched her cut open allowing it to bleed more, her eyes moved to the woman dismounting from her steed to approach them. The driver ignored the woman dismounting at first and continued to drag Enyo until he stopped besides the dangling cages. Forcing her to sit up and wrapping her braid around his hand, he would glare at the woman approaching him. “Pardon Miss, but this is nay concern for ya. She be a slave now, my property until purchased by another. Her face ill heal fine. Nobody wants her for looks anyways, she need to be locked up for everyone safety first.” At those words, Enyo would growl and spit at the man who yanked her hair in response. He bent down and using her hair as leverage, scooped her up against the thrashing of her body against him, and tossed her into the metal hanging cage. Her head reeled at the release of her hair and the nausea that came to the surface cause her eyes to spin again. She fell against the iron barrier and finally hurled what little she had in her stomach.



EmmaBey: Beyla's eyes narrowed at the man as she looked down to the woman. Beyla pointed to the female as she spoke. "By the looks of the cut its not healing. Be she a slave or not all deserve to be medically treated if need be." Beyla said moving closer to them. She could see the fire and defiance in the girl. Who was she and why was she being locked in a cage for everyone's safety? She watched as the man threw her in the cage. Beyla put a hand to her coin pouch and jingled it for a moment as she pondered. "How much? You say she is for sale. How much? I will take her off your hands since you obviously do not want her." Beyla said to the man



KynaXylia: Taghrt grinned broadly, straightening back up, not at all bothered by her amusement at his earlier actions. “Well, perhaps the gods have blessed you this fine day, for I have… an abundance of coin?” His statement ended oddly in a question, directed more at himself than her as his brows furrowed, hands patting over his hips, jangling several ornamental daggers than hung there. “Ah, there it is, let us see what we have.” Unhooking one of several pouches from his belt, he dumped it’s contents into his waiting hand. “Oops, wrong one.” Instead of the usual silver and copper, and occasional gold, several shiny stones spilled out, glittering merrily in the light. He closed his hand around them, hiding them away as if some glitter loving bird would swoop in and steal them.. “Didn’t already spend it did I?” Muttering to himself he dropped them back into the small purse and began groping about his person again. “Here!” Peeking inside the slightly smaller purse first, he handed it over to Kassandra, not even bothering to count any of it. Within would be mostly gold. Was the stranger so rich he could afford such blatant charity? Or was it something else? While she stood beside Tyron’s throne, she preferred his attention on someone other than herself, she was not a pretty thing to be ogled or pursued. She was a violent creature whom would rather happily give her life in battle beside her Alpha then spread her legs for him. Her presence was one of loyalty to those that earned it, if this thing brought Tyron ire, she would gladly get rid of it if he so asked. But with it’s offering of gold and jewels, it was obvious this thing was of use to him, so despite her disdain of its very existence, she would let it be. Vixen made herself comfortable in Tyron’s lap, and for a moment she watched out of curiosity, she was used to slaves, personal or public ones, she preferred ones that kept close to their masters. A brute of her past drifted briefly to the surface of her memory, and a fond smile twitched at the corners of her lips. If this one was like his, she would feel all the more at home here, Tyron reminding her much of the large brute from so long ago.



TyronThorsson  Tyron put a hand on Vixens hip as she sat on him to make sure she was firmly situated on the bulge of his lap. his other hand would travel up to her throat and rest there as it was a natural position for him to rest his hand in. As Ros showed him the contents of the crate, and obeyed his command about not bitching about the fallen Serleena, Tyron grinned appreciatively. "Have someone bring the rest to The Hall as soon as possible.... I am assuming I can trust you take your own cut of the profits. I know you are not so dumb to take an extra coin which might result in having yout skin pulled from the meat of your body......" Tyron tilted his head as if he was considering that she might actually steal from Him but then shook the notion off and a smile returned to his lips. "Well done Ros..... Well done." Tyron motioned to the rest of the great hall which was butling with slaves who always kept his tables full. "Feel free to sit and eat and drink..... you lookbetter for the ware since the last time I have seen you..... that is good.... and you have been here a full 10 minutes without trying to rape something. Perhaps you are learning!" Tyron chuckled and leaned back with vixen on His lap, moving both his hands to the arm rests and just letting her sit there free to move about as she pleased.



Guest_KasWolves  Watched him her head cocked to the side as she watched him fumble around patting himself. Seeing the gems her eyes light up her clawed fingers itched to touch them but she held herself back from moving as the odd human male before her goes back to searching himself. She Yelped softly at his sudden explosion that he had found what he was lookin for . She blinked holding out her hand to the small purse . she peaked inside it seeing all the pieces were gold . she looking startled looked up at him in shock hand closing around the pouch quickly“ are ya sure ye wish to.. Give me ya coin?” she asks him frowning softly “ i don't even know ya name and nay ya know me own.” eyeing him a bit more her fluffy ears pinned to her head “ what do ya want for these coins ?” she finally asked. Hands going to her hips when her hands touch skin she closed her eyes and hoped the skirt of her dress didn't finally ripped completely off she peaked down and just saw only half of it was hanging down exposing her bare thigh.



LeeshaLatifolia: -She let out a small yawn and stretched again, before curling up in a somewhat comfortable position atop the barrel. At least, as comfortable as she could be given her decicion to stay perched like she used to in the trees, high up on one of the wide tree branches where she could watch the people passing by without getting noticed. She shook her head gently as if to clear her mind, then cracked her neck as she made a mental note to find some better sleeping position if she were going to keep sleeping on the branches, getting stiff and sore muscles were just far too annoying for her to take into consideration. She slipped two of her fingers inside on of her pouches, taking out a tiny flas with salve. She noticed she would need to make more soon, but for now she had all she needed to numb the pain in her neck and shoulder. She grumbled softly as she rubbed some of the salve on her sore muscles, before returning the little flask to its pouch and pulling her hood down to hide her eyes-



MarilynM0NR0OOE: -she nodded her head at the man, while wondering if Vixen had completely lost her sense on reality and gone coo coo with her random laughing.. Guess the Jarl had finally fucked her brains out at last? With that amusing thought she would smirk at the jarl before taking a little bow- as you wish my Jarl. I will see to it that the rest of the gold brought to you as soon as possible -she says swallowing any words she might have had to correct the man in saying she tried to rape anyone. She didn’t but she decided to play along- and thank you for noticing, a girl is always happy to hear her looks are appreciated.. along with my efforts to keep these girls in their cages -she says giving her tits a playfull push together- of course it can be difficult when I get sooo many admires trying to rip my top down to see them -she says with a innocent giggle taking a glance at vixen before looking back to the jarl- I would be glad to mingle about before heading back to the Brothel. -she says stepping back as she leads prim back towards the tables. Taking a seat at one of them, as she really needed to relax a bit. Taking prim by her short blond hair and forcing her to limbo down so that she was looking up at her, luckily she was flexible enough to do that, and before she could say anything Rosalina had her lips on prims own, and within an instant Rosalina was feeling far far better. Breaking the kiss she would push the whitesuccie back up to stand at her side, a big relaxed smile on her face as the essence brought a sense of warmth through her body. Licking her lips from the taste before saying- now.. go heal My lovely guard would you Prim. Can’t have her laying there all day. -prim would only nod her head at the request, slouching her shoudlers as she came slowly walking to serleena crawling ontop of her to straddling her, taking her gently by the chin to tilt her head upwards to place her lips on the womans own, healing her with her essence as Serleena was quick to wake up.. and quick to kiss back wanting more of the amazing taste of Prims kiss, as prim leaned back serleena would only lean up keeping their lips in place. the kiss was only broken when Rosalina shouted Serleena’s name. making her remember her place as the two of them got up to stand by their Mistress Serleena eyeing Prim a bit wondering what it would take to get those lips back. Having almost completely forgotten about Vixen till she realized maybe she could use her to get injured and get her an excuse to feel those addictive tasty healing lips onto hersagain-



xXEnyoXx: His eyes lit up at the sound of coins clinking together in her pouch. He pursed his lips together and smirked at her as he looked her up and down “I don’t have to take your money for other goods….but if you insist on buying the wretched girl, I’ll cut her lose to you for 10 gold pieces.” Enyo sat curled up in the cage glaring at the man...she knew she was worth more then that…or used to be, but the price on her death was worth far more then that so it was either live…or die. Glancing from the man to the woman bartering for her, she thought what life might be like as a slave…



EmmaBey: Beyla arched a brow at his remarks. "Down boy. You couldn't handle me. I'd have an arrow in you before you got your trousers down." Beyla said to him. She looked in her coin pouch. She had enough to buy the girl but was it what she wanted to do? Beyla was not one for slavery and she never "owned" one though she had used one in the past. Beyla looked to the girl and sighed deeply. She dug out the 10 gold coins she had in her pouch still leaving her with a little bit of coin left. She handed them to the man. "Here. Ten gold coins as you said. Now take her out of that cage and give me any belongings she may have. I will take my porperty now." Beyla said to him as she looked to the girl and gave a wink.



Sprainy: -Seeing Serleena being awoken by this other creature Vixen sighed.. or much rather a little critter did. But soon, Vixens eyes opened and she returned to her previous position.. lazily upon her Masters lap as yet another yawn escaped Vixens lips. Perhaps.. a little nap against her Masters chest, within His warm.. yet cold embrace? A scratch on the back of her head whilst slipping down a little further. Legs dangling on one side of the armsrest as her head slipped over the other with her neck resting on the actual arms rest. Just lazily gazing up at the roof before speaking softly- "Leona, some water please." -One of the slave girls, appearing far stronger then the others nodded her head and brought Vixen a mug of water.. placing it upon the floor as Vixen prefered it.- "Thank you, Leona. Thats all." -The slave bowed her head slightly before returning to her duties.-



KynaXylia: He watched her hand move to her hip, words ringing in his ears like a sirens beckoning, what did he want, what indeed. A chelsea grin spreading across his features, twisting his friendly appearance into something darker, something sinister. He circled her slowly, eyes raking over her once again, not at all minding the way the blood drenched her filthy body. If anything, he loved the contrast of crimson against her porcelain skin, the mud that trailed up her bare feet. Stopping where he faced her once more, he licked his lips slowly, hunger very evident in his green eyes. “I want a great many things, Pretty.” His fingers itched to touch her soft looking flesh, to tear away the rest of her skirts, to draw a razor sharp knife along the smooth of her thigh, painting her further with the pretty crimson. He tore his thoughts away from his fantasy with a shake of his head, pushing his charm back into his smile. No, today was not a day to murder, this was a new home, a new life. He had heard many rumors of Skane, he was eager to see more of it before the Tyrant caught wind of him and wanted to separate his head from his shoulders. “Nothing. I want nothing today. Perhaps another day. Today I just want to see a pretty thing smile.” He stood back, charming smirk playing on his scarred face. In the hall, Jaska’s face was twisting into one of disgust, watching as the thing before her flaunted her assets, making a show of his appearance, it made her stomach turn. Sluts deserved to be on a leash, doing what they did best, spreading their legs whether they liked it or not. The she-beast snorted, attempting to rid herself of the things scent, but sadly it permeated everything, such was it’s nature though, to tempt whatever to it’s bed, using charm, looks, or scent. It made Jaska nauseous, but Tyron had invited it to stay. A familiar scent wormed it’s way through the hall, alerting Jaska to Connor’s return, the heady scent of blood and fur not his own making her mouth water. She ducked away from her place beside the throne, disappearing once again into the kitchens to help the wolf with the bear, barking orders at the slaves to bolster the fires.



Guest_KasWolves  Kass froze a bit when she felt the change in the off human male as he circled her like she would circle a deer before she pounced it. She was about to reach down to grab her Da’s dagger when he appears in front of her again just as charming as he was before he noticed that half her ass was hanging out of her ruined dress. Seeing him lick his lip as he eyed her. Her teal eyes flashed as small sweet smile crossed her lips this male might be just a human but he was as much of a predator as she was. When he told her wanted a great many things and again called her pretty her face flushed in blush. She wondered if he sweet innisoucet things or if he liked them with a bit fight one way to find that one out. Since he said he only wanted a smile. She put on her sweetest smile on her lip and gave him big puppy eyes “ Thank ya Sir, i now can get a new dress” she says sweetly… Back in the hall conner finally got the bear back to the kitchen he looked up seeing Jaska her barked to her in thanks before he flopped down by the fire panting watching her and slaves his tail wagging as one of the slave girl brush him. He really was starting to enjoy this new life.



xXEnyoXx: Enyo blinked rapidly as she watched the exchange of coins between the driver and the woman. She would wink at her and again she was completely taken aback by this odd gesture of kindness… or what she took as kindness from her. Why would she feel moved to purchase a rugged looking girl who obviously had many issues. The driver leaned over and opened the cage glaring at Enyo before walking away with his coins and clambering onto his cart. Without looking back, he whipped his horse and took off back towards the gates of the settlement. Slowly, Enyo climbed out of the dangling cage, her legs unsteady beneath her, and held herself up against the metal. “Thank you Miss…” She managed to croak out, her throat dry from the vomiting and from the lack of water. She tried to clear it but just coughed instead. The woman (Beyla) proceeds to guide Enyo to the hall and the enter slowly, the doors closing hard behind them. Beyla calls to another slave for some water and ask for the healer as Enyo drinks greedily and looks around at the bustle in the building.



Sprainy: -As Leona always did.. she kept Vixen up to date with anything the slaves were to do.. to the simplest details such as the drinks they'd be serving to the visitors of the Great Hall, who'm they served it to.. to the more less pleasant stuff such as disposing of bodies and cleaning up the blood left behind. Other then that.. Vixen had eyes and ears all around within the Great Hall and even tho she was not able to gain most of her information untill she specificly went to obtain it, such meant that even the conversations one believes to hold in privacy most likely would be heard by Vixen.. one way or another. And as such, Leona was quick to inform her of Beyla bringing in a woman and and asking for healer. Vixen sighed, lazily peering into the room before turning her head to gaze up at her Master- "Leona mentioned Beyla was in need of a healer for that other woman with her, Master Tyron.. However I havent seen the healers around in quite a long time. Did the underbelly finally swallow them?" -Vixen grinned slightly before crawling up from His lap onto His feet, turning to face her Master as she would bow her head to Him.- "Master Tyron, may I please return to Your chambers for a hot bath?" -Vixen asked with a obvious lack of care to what happend to that strange female.. Not having heard that she was sold and thus a slave meant Vixen had no direct interest in the matter.



Aegleif: The journey had taken quite the toll on Yvaine as she was pulled along behind the horses. Images of the not too distant past rose up sharply in her mind , causing her steps to falter now and again. Of course it wasn't acknowledged by those who had been guiding her , not of her own accord at that. Looking down she grimaced at the tightening of the ropes about her wrists, the flesh beneath falling prey to the constant rubbing. She didn't call out though, it wasn't her way, never had been really. No, she just bit it back and quickened her pace from casual step to jog as the man spurred his horse to a trot. They spoke of their victories of course, their comradery seeming to take to new heightened tones as a few laughs sounded out. She of course caught the ocassional glances from them over their shoulders, but again she said nothing. When they entered in through the boundaries of the fabeled land she was well numb of mind and memory. If only it could be said of her body as well. She ached , muscles that lay well hidden beneath her modest dress had been pushed to their limit ... or so she felt. "Keep up" a voice came from behind, but she didn't acknowledge him, even thouh she knew well that he would run her down should she slow for even the smallest of rests. Perhaps that was a kindness she was unaware of at the moment, as if she slowed, she might have given up entirely, not wishing to step another inch. The village they entered would greet her with eyes of judgement and hushed whispers. Another unforseen kindness perhaps ? Yvaine had paused briefly as the men seemed to slow, her gaze sweeping to the surroundings about her but all too soon the rope was tugged along and her form was forced to movement, like a poppet upon a string. Unsure of what their intentions were, she dared not think on the matter, but rather set her mind upon the vegetation , trying to see if any had been known to her . Again she paused as she looked towards a few spare chickens, taking note of them , though they filtered past as she was pulled into the hall and pushed to the center . There she stood, hands bound at the wrist by the rope which still connected her to the man who had taken charge of her person. Falling in at a meager 5'5 , small compared to most of her kin. Hair unkempt and tangled in places as it fell over her shoulders and well down towards her waist. Crimson as the blood they spilled of her family , it gave testament to the temper that lit the depths of blue eyes. Her complexion was soft though splotches of dirt and mud covered certain areas and her dress spoke of her lineage, or perhaps who her father had been. Dirty as it was the detail was still visible to most. Not a word would she speak as she took a stance before those in the hall and lifted her chin, defiance etched along her visage as she waited for the death that was sure to come .



KynaXylia: Jaska would set herself to the task of skinning and cleaning the large beast, skillfully cutting the fur in a tasteful way so it could be used as something later. Slaves scurried around her, attempting to keep up with the mess she created, blood spattering and leaking across the floor, at one point, one of the poor girls skidding through a particularly thick puddle, and landing on her ass. The she-beast only laughed and commented on how it improved her looks, the slave in question did not find it appealing. “Don’t bother cleanin yeself off yet, yer clumsy arse might just likely slip again.” She muttered under her breath about doing the cleaning outside, and Jaska found reprimanding her with a good length of intestines a good enough punishment. The screaming slave running out of the kitchens in a flurry, bloody innards still wrapped around her face. “I would love to see your new dress, Pretty, so please come find me again sometime.” Taghrt grinned broadly, and gave a dramatic bow, dipping forwards at the waist his emerald eyes never leaving her face as she smiled so brightly. “Pretty things deserve to smile now and again.” At this point, his stomach offered an angry snarl, and his high cheekbones tinged the tiniest hints of pink. “Ah, before you go, Pretty, wouldst thou know a good place to find something to eat? It has been, more than a day or so since my last good meal.” Straightening up, it was obvious his meals came and went with varying frequency, his slender frame bordering on emaciated, though with the muscles it gave him a more feminine appearance than a starved one.
TyronThorsson  Tyron watched as people moved about the hall, in and out of the kitches they went, slaves as well as the bear-woman he had tangled with previously. Vixen got up from his lasp after speaking to him about a girl needing healing and then asked to go take a bath. tyron considered having her help the girl himself seeing as there were no healers around but then, he thought to himself that he didnt know this injured girl, and she may or my not even be worth healing. With this in mind, Tyron decided to not waste His slaves talents on her..... not on some one who had not yet earned healing. He spoke to his slave as he reached out in fron of him slipping a hand under her dress and running it up her leg to the warmth where her legs met. "Go ahead, My slave. Take a bath for your Master..... make sure your body is prepared the way I like it for when I retire Myself." He pulled his hand from her cunt and winked at her before looking around her and seeing the girl who had been dragged through his front doors. He would stand and walk down fromHis throne..... He noticed the red-heads defiant body language and spoke to her captor. "What do we have here? a theif?"



Guest_KasWolves  Conner watched Jaska as he laid by the fire. Very entertained by her and the slave girl he barked in laughter when she took off running from the kitchens. He looks to back door wondering where Skoll could be and what could be taking her so long to return, he didn't feel any anger or distress in their link she he just stayed being lazy on the furs in front of the fire and watched Jaska, hoping they have the bear done by time Kass came back so she could start cooking it right away…. Kass face flushed a bit as she bowed her head slightly to him “ aye i shall then” she muttered softly. Ears flickering hearing his belly growls a small smirk crosses her lips, she tied his pouch he gave her to her belt quickly “ why not ya come with me then? .. I shall just have to find a dress at a later time. I work up in the great hall as the cook. I shall feed ya “ she held out a small bloody clawed hand to him as the other hand bunched up the ripped skirts of her grown to keep them from falling off even more as she walked up to the crown.