death is just another form of life.

[kairi]

Kairi lay in the corner of her chain-link fence, defeat written all over her face. She made no attempt to escape, no attempt to be a 'bad dog.' Kairi wanted more than anything to find someone who care for her, but she life she was born into simple would not allow it. Even if she made friends, they would just tell lies on her or die. There was no point in her ever getting close to anyone, no point in her trying to escape, no real point to her existence. She had been put her to serve and be hurt by others. Nothing more, nothing less.

There was a pile of food in one corner of her prison, Kairi didn't eat very much. She only ate when it was absolutely necessary. It was getting to that point, but for right now she was okay. Her looks suggested her depression and defeat more than she ever verbally could. She was so skinny that most of her bones could be easily seen. Her oddly colored pelt was not well kept and just hung from her body with no luster or sheen. Her light amber eyes stared at the world with a certain death that ciould cause some to shiver.

Kairi was pretty much dead on the inside. She hated her existence, but she didn't have the courage to end it, which made her hate herself. Tears no longer leaked from her amber orbs, all the tears had dried up long ago. All she ever felt was nothingness, and on occasion,n hurt. She was pulled from her zombie like state when the door to her pin was opened. She looked up at the animals who had fed her for the past six months, but in between them was a stranger . . .

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muse;;
okay
puppet;;
kairi
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open to anyone who wants her (:

[Peregrine]

What Rotten Cuisene

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This new land held none of the sorrows Sobibor had. It was new clean and fresh. Scents of new animals reigned here and the whole environment was starting to cleanse her of the sickness that had distraught her life. When she had left she had vowed she would never forget the past and her promises were not broken easily.

The Market, as they called it here in Zephyr was similar to that of the trading grounds in her old land and so she was oddly comforted by the dark surroundings. The howls of dying comrads and the smell and grim did not bother her. Everyone here was dirty and wounded and it was easy to pick out the good slaves from the bad.

Walking past a cage she seen a young wolf with a ratty coat. All hope had been cast away from her eyes but this place could do that to any wolf that had been here long enough. Throwing her eyes back and forth along the wolfess' body she could see the making of a strong wolf, lean and agile and an easy messenger type of body. Though that assumtion could just have been from the skin and bones this rag doll had become in the dump here.

Padding across the cave she found a slaver that would gladly open up the cage. As was customary a second slaver came along just in case the slave to attack though she barely thought it possible by this one, though suprises were things she happened upon often enough.

The cage creaked open and the wolfess looked up at them. She clearly recognized the two brutes who had led her in but there was no recognition when she sited the master standing between them. That was good. Very good in fact, for if there is no past memory of a similar master or wolf then the transformation to a strong able bodied pack member became easier and more fluent. Recognition was the difference a beaver dam meant to a river.

The smell of rotten meat stung her nose inside of the cage and she held her breathe. Is that disgusting pile of bile what they gave these wolves to eat? Well then no wonder they looked sickly. A shiver ran down her spine. She would much rather feel the rush of the chase hunting down a deer and feel the thin hot blood run through her jaws as she brought the animal down.

Padding forward she stood a body's length away from the wolfess. Caution was a thing she learned early in life and she was not about to forget it now. "You there, on your feet." A smile cracked on her maw for the guards and the guards alone. Keen hated this game of scerades but it had to be done or these damnable brutes never respected you as a female. "I own your scrawny neck now and I intend to see it in my land by the 'morrow. Do you hear me?"