Little pup ~ Closed ~

It was a fine beautiful day, she was out hunting and got lazy during the tracking, decided to take a soak in the lake and just simply relax for a change. Time had passed, next thing she knew, her day had slipped away from her.

Mayna slipped out of the lake to grab her things and realized they were not where she put them. She could careless about the other items, they were replacable. Her biggest concern was her bow. It was very valuable to her, she hand crafted it herself and it was made from one of her favorite type of wood, purple heart. Mayna would be lost without her bow!

Once it was located, the area around her felt like a trap, deep down in her guts she knew it was a trap. Yet, no matter how careful she was in retrieving her things, her world still went black. There was no indication of how much time had passed, had to of been at least two days, at the very least. There voices in the air, gruff and deep sounding, sounded as if they were arguing over something. Mayna heard the word "little pup" and soon realized they were talking about her, they had to of been considering she is a very rare breed.

The wolves of her kind have been hunted down to the point of near extinction. In fact, no one knew if there were anymore of her kind, let alone her color. Fur as white as snow with a hint of blue hidden within the white. Had the skills to turn into a full wolf or if she so chose to do, (which was very rare that she chose to) become a full human. The only thing that gave her away in human form would be her crystal blue wolf eyes and the markings on her body, that were the same color as her fur.

In this case however, it felt like she was trapped between transition. She had the human body, yet had her wolf ears, tail and her nails were claws. The only thing that was covering her naked body was her long white hair that flowed down to her knees and it was finer than silk. The creatures that held her captive were speaking in a tongue she barely knew, only able to make out a few words here and there.

"No Spoiling......... must keep pure"

"Little pup..... .. high value..... sell"

"No sell...... Little pup..... display.... trophy....

"ahhh.... yes..... she pup is our prize"


They both laughed while looking at her waking up.

"Little pup........ wake... now..."

"Just in time.... slave..... to open."

Mayna didn't like being called little pup, though she didn't put up a fight because she was still groggy from the drug they shot her with. Worse of all she didn't like not knowing what they were talking about.

Slave? Spoil? Open? Open what?!?!

All of this was making her mind race. Meanwhile, her arms were tied above her head and her legs were spread apart, tied to the cage as well for all and any to see. They had noticed that her hair was covering her good parts, so they reached in the cage with a lingering touch and slowly, very slowly pulled her hair back.

"No spoil" he whispered, as if reminding himself he couldn't touch her in certain ways. Mayna did try to struggle within her bindings and away from his touch, it did her no good.

"No fight little pup..... You be trained soon"

and he walked off to get the slave market started for the day....

"Trained? Trained for what?"

Fear started to show in her eyes....

Karak usually did not make a habit of visiting this part of town. He had servants for that. Plus he hated the shanty town smell of the Bottoms. Living in the sky district he got the chance to avoid most of the squealer that live here in the Bottoms. But today he had got wind of a rare shipment that one of the slavers were bringing in on their ships. A werewolf, he could not believe his ears, Werecreatures were a rare sight, and wolves were one of the rarest, feared and killed to extinction.

Karak himself was a Were-bear, though he rarely chose to walk in his mixed form, rather choosing to look like a full human, standing tall and dark haired with a strong beard and muscular features, or when alone, as a bear, exploring the woods and forests outside of the city.

He came from a long line of Were-bears, his family once fought for the kings and queens of the kingdom, but that was long before fear of were-animals grew in the humans of the kingdoms. Now, he keeps his forms hidden and lives off his family's fortunes.

The slavers found something new to argue about and it was about her again. It was about whether or not they should allow the clients to touch her. Normally the cages are set up at just the right height to allow the clients to touch and feel the slaves, to allow them to see for themselves just how easy or difficult the slaves will react. Also to test and see if a few were truly virgins or not. With Mayna, however, she was different, she was a trophy and nothing more.

"They ......feel.... touch little pup....show soft....."

Once again, she was only able to make out a few words here and there.

"No, no, no...... no touch..... soil little pup....ours"

"They will want to feel..... see..... real... fake..."

"NO TOUCH!!! .... they filthy..... white as snow..... hands dirty...... no touch!!"

"Yes sir..... hang cage.... guards.... no touch..."

They do not normally hang their cages up so they had to make something to allow a hanging cage. Time was running out but they did manage to make shift a tripod with poles, tall enough so people can still see her clearly yet not touch. The slavers did put guards around her as well, three orc like creatures, their language Mayna did not understand at all. She was placed right in the center of the market, displayed just like a trophy is displayed.

In her mind she was suffocating and dizzy from all the noise and smells. It was filthy here and there were too many smells overwhelming her. All she wanted to do was go back to the snowy top of the mountains and cuss herself out for getting caught. At the same time she had to wonder why they were so far up the mountain, the slaver hunters do not normally go that deep into the woods.

Mayna watched as the market opened up, her eyes filled with fear and confusion as she watched the other slaves being touched in ways she knew she wouldn't like. It didn't take them long to start touching and making a few of them moan with pleasure, others were still trying to shy away. They were all tied up the same way she was, arms above head and legs spread, tied to the bars of the cage.

Within moments she had noticed that the crowd was flocking around her, begging to touch her forcing the orc guards to actually work for a change. These people were clearly not respecting the rules of no touch, even the slavers had to come in and help push a few back. Things didn't calm down till after they brought out two hell hounds, no one likes to mess with those creatures, after that they just looked in awe and drooled over her beauty. It was at this point where she closed her eyes tightly and making the world around her disappear for a time. Mayna did catch the scent of a breed similar to hers, scent of bear close by, however, that didn't make her open her eyes. There were far too many scents here and she didn't want to look anymore, wasn't even sure if it was bear she smelled or not. That was another thing she was concerned about... Why she couldn't change fully into either form? She has tried to go into full human, knowing in this position it'd be difficult to go into wolf. No matter how hard she tried, nothing happened, as if there was a spell on her or something, perhaps it has to do with the drug they took her down with. Either way, she didn't like it.

"Cages, Keeping them like animals" Karak mumbles as he looks up at Mayna's cage. Little Pup, that's what he heard the slavers calling her. This was no pup. She was small yes, but she was lean and her stark naked body showed lean muscle that could have only come from years and years of running wild in the woods.

As he muscles his way through the crowd, the orc guards try to block him, then looking at the robes that cover Karak's robes, recognize him as a high born. The quickly step out the way and let him pass. He walks up to the cage and runs his fingers along her arms, feeling the muscle under her skin. Her ice blue eyes fixed on his fingers, he could tell she wanted to snap at him. He could feel her muscles tighten under his fingers as she touched him.

"What is your name?" Karak asks, his eyes fixed on the specimen in front of him, his grip tightening around her arm.

She managed to let herself drift off into her own little world, knowing that the slavers won't allow anyone to touch her.... for now, she was (safe?) as she is going to get.

A sudden touch to her arm brought her back to this horrid reality, a place she did not want to be. Watched the slavers and guards, wondering why they were not stopping this man from touching her. Even the hounds seemed to have back off a bit. Finally looked at the man, felt the tight grip on her arm, she tried to pull away and naturally failing at the attempt.

"Mayna" she managed to spit out in a bit of anger.. a tiny hint of fear, though she tried to hide that as best as she could, replacing it with anger.

Nodding at Mayna he looks over at the slavers "How much for the wolf girl." He asks looking at the slavers. "I think 40 gold pieces would do don't you?" the slavers ask licking their lips greedily. "40?" Karak growls "for her? I'll pay no more then 30." He says pretending to walk away, his gold jiggling in the pouch on his belt. "Wait Wait we'll do 35 but no less." I walk back to them and smile "30 is what I'll pay" He says tossing the pouch to the slavers. "Now cloth her, I can't walk her home nude can I?"

The head slaver master caught as last min of what just happened and he was not pleased.

"fools, I am surrounded by fools!!"

Goes up to the one that sold her and bonk him up side the head with a mace. Grabs the purse and throws it back at the man.

"Little pup not for sale"

Karak could tell this one was a bit smarter than the other peons, course he had to be if he is running the joint. He needed just a bit more work to haggle with.

"Little pup is display only... no sale..Little pup still wild, need training..."

It was clear this one didn't care who this man was, he was going to put his foot down and keep his prize.

Meanwhile Mayna was just looking on watching out of curiosity, she had no concept of money and hadn't know just how cheap he was getting her for. It finally hit her as well that he was the bear scent she noticed earlier.

Marak sighs as he watches the head slaver picks up his mace. He walks up the the Slaver and smiles "Everything is for sale" He says with a smile "How about 50 gold?" he asks, his arm reaching down and plucking the mace from his hands. "And do you think this girl is a pup?" he asks walking to the cage again and lifts one of her hands to show the crowd, her claws long and dangerous "tell me how you will train her."

The head master tried to take back his mace till he words this man was saying. He hadn't quite thought about how to train this one, it has been a long time since he's had a wolf pup on his hands. Her claws did look pretty dangerous, however, with her tied up she was helpless.

"We have ways of training" was all he could come up with.

"Why you want wild pup?" He knew that 50 was still pretty low for such a rare, though, he was seriously considering the sale.

"Wild pup not spoiled, more value for that" He didn't truly know if she was spoiled or not from previous mates if any... he never actually (checked) her. He just knew she wasn't spoiled by him or the other slavers.

"70"

"60 and I doubt anyone else here will pay a copper more" he says with a toothy grin, "And as for my reasons? Well they are my own little man. 65 and you throw in this mace". Karak says swinging the mace in the air with ease, buzzing the heavy end inches from the Chief Slaver's face.

"Done" he said with a disgruntled tone. It was clear he seriously did not want to sell this one, he is the one that caught her, she was his prize to do with as he wished. Though, he could easily tell this man wasn't goin to cave in, for some reason he really wanted this little pup.

Waved his hand at the slaver that was watching over her, giving him permission to get her prepared. They took her away and the crowd gave off a disappointed sound.

Mayna seriously did not know what just happened. Why would a bear smelling man want her? Bears and wolves do not normally get along. No matter his reasoning, being with him had to be far better than being here... or at least she hoped.

They tossed a flimsy cotton like material on her, it hid enough but was still pretty thin and with the sun, it showed enough to make people hungry for her. The slapped a collar around her neck, some simple metal, and a chain leash. They had to keep her hands tied behind her back because when they took her out of the cage, she clawed one of the slavers. They also put a muzzle like device over her mouth because she bit into the hand of another.

"Little pup bites and claws" The slaver warned Karak as he handed over the leash. Karak could see that this slaver was the one she bit into.

Karak smiles and loosens the muzzle as his hands wrap around her leash. He scratches her behind her ears and tugs on her leash as she tries to snap out. "Behave little pup" Karak says, bopping her under her chin, making her snap her mouth closed. "She will learn" He says to the slavers. "She just needs a stern hand". He pulls on the leash again, leading her to his carriage. "In" He commands sternly, helping the wolf into the carriage.

Mayna growled at the unwanted touches this new "owner" was making on her. Crystal blue eyes spoke of much hatred towards what was happening. Doing everything she could to hide the true fear that was hiding within, people kept touching her tail as she walked by causing her to jerk around on the leash to get away from them.

The carriage was unknown to her and she was hesitant to get in it, that is until someone grabbed a hold of her tail and pulled it. She was helpless against them and she was hating every second of it. Growling the whole time, even after when she got into the carriage she curled up as best as she could in a corner on the seat, making herself smaller. Mayna didn't know what happening, she hasn't had time to process everything and all she could do in any kind of defense was hide her fear and keep growling. She wouldn't allow this man see her fear, let alone her sadness, it would be a sign of weakness and he'd use that against her. All she wanted to do was get back into the mountains, though now, that seems like a lost hope.

It won't keep her from taking any future chances to escape however. For now, all she could do was glare at this man that was pulling on her leash and growl at him. Mayna had her tail wrapped around her, curling herself into an even tighter ball and he could see fresh dirt from grubby hands streaking through the fur, even had a sticky spot towards the end of it.

Karak could tell that Mayna was scared. She was completely taken out of her element and forced into a un-natural environment. Reaching over the seat Karak scratches the pup behind her ear like he would a dog "Keep growling and you won't be fed tonight" growling back at her. "The better you act the better you will be treated".

The carriage pulls to the large courthouse of Karak's Villa, the driver stepping out and holding the door for Karak to exit. "I am about to let you out of your chains, snap at me and you will be chained again." As they walked on the cool marble floors Mayna's dirty paws left dust and mud as she walks around the house. "Disrobe and bathe, I don't want your filth in this house."

Mayna had to admit to herself that the little scratches did feel good, to a point that is. Slowly stopped the growling when he mentioned food, it made her think about the last time she had ate...... It's been a few days to say the least. Went out hunting, but never hunted the day she got caught, from there, the rest is history.

She really felt bad about leaving tracks on his floor and when he said "your filth", it caused her to lower her ears and tuck her tail down, as if she was being scolded. Normally she is a very, very clean "pup" and being this dirty wasn't working for her. It even made her freeze in the spot she was standing in, not wanted to track anymore dirt on his floors.

Finally spoke for the first time since being caught,

"If I move, I leave more tracks...."

lowered her head to look at just how dirty she actually was. It almost made her break, somehow she managed to hold back the tears, sucking it up.

"Also, I do not know where the bath is...."

This sounded a bit snippy again as she tried to gain herself once more.