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Ren watched with a foggy gaze as Eve fought desperately to defend the artic wolf. She managed to prop herself up as her form shifted into that of her humanoid shape. It was small by any person's standards except maybe the Huldra and fabled dwarves. She couldn't keep awake though as her vision faded but she had denied them their price. She smiled as she drifted off to the yelling and cursing of the hunters.

Minutes turned into hours as the sun drifted down and the moon rose bathing the darkened land with moonlight. Ren awoke to the soft rumbling and shaking of some kind of wagon moving along. She realized in her groggy nature that there was also crying...

The wolf girl's eyes shot open and her golden gaze darted around a dark, covered wagon. Thanks to her superior night vision she easily made out the forms of random women, men and children all chained up around her. She moved to help but was stopped as her limbs were held in a similar fashion.

Ren whimpered as she curled up, seemingly alone in this new place. Everyone was keeping to themselves and the wolf girl had no idea where they were going. Where ever it was it was no place that would be good for her health.
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The muffled sound of crying and whimpering roused Eve from one world of darkness into yet another. A dull ache permeated her senses, and her breath had the closeness of something covering her head. The scent and rough texture of burlap brushed against her face. A bag.

She tried to work her mouth to speak. It was gagged, her throat dry. In response to the movement, the dull ache became a shooting pain from the back of her skull, accompanied by a sharp ringing in her ears. Bad idea.

For what seemed like several minutes, her body sat tense until finally the ringing and the pain subsided. Nauseous. She could feel again at least.

Now she realized her body was cold, especially about her wrists and ankles. Cool, iron shackles held them together, and it was with this realization that she also noted her equipment was missing. No longer did she have the familiar weight of armor or swords against her.

Memory followed... of the forest, the wolf, the hunters, the fight. Bitterness, anger, and sadness welled up in her, but she squashed these feelings as quickly as she could. Focus, right now, was more important, and she could not succumb to her emotions.

She had to rest while she could, gather her senses, and bide her time.

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Yrsa Skuggdottir - Vagabond
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The rest of the trip was a blur to the wolf girl. Her veins screamed as the poison still coursed through her slender form. She couldn't tell the flow of time, it could of been days, hours, minutes before the wagon lurched to a stop. The flaps were flung open allowing the sun's rays to shine through and assault her face, making her raise her hand up to block the harsh light.

A group of heavily armed and armored soldiers stood at the exit to the wagon and started dragging people out and shoving them forward. Ren was soon up as she was grabbed and flung onto a wooden stage of sorts. In front of her was a sea of different people from posh nobles to scrappy looking bandits. She was confused as the wolf girl's mind was foggy and her vision was clouded lightly.

One of the armored goons lumbered up and placed something heavily around her neck. She looked down and it was a piece of wood with a number scribbled on it, but her vision was still recovering so she couldn't make anything of it. Her bushy tail tucked between her legs as she shifted in place as fear and dismay welled up in her stomach.

She uttered a word softly in a soft, straggling voice. "V-Viktoriya.." This earned her a sharp knee to the stomach from one of the goons who told her quite harshly to keep quiet if Ren knew what was good for her.

The auctioneer started to call up numbers after that..
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With the cart at a halt, Eve soon found her eyes subject to exposure once again. The bag was untied and yanked roughly from her head, and she blinked several times against the light that blinded her. She caught sight of one of her captors. The warrioress fixated upon him a defiant glare accompanied by what would have been a snarl if not for her gag.

A slap across the face caused her head to spin momentarily.

Dragged, collared, labeled, and roughly dropped to her knees, Evelyn joined the others on the stage. Though they still hurt, her eyes scanned the audience. Then, unlikely to recognize anyone there, she looked to those who shared her fate. Ren, she noted, was still here. That was both good and bad. At least she was alive, though still in danger.

Evelyn made every effort then to listen to the auctioneer, memorize the faces of buyers, and remember exactly who was going to buy her friend, if it came to that.

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The auctions were quick and hectic with nobles and less then savory sorts betting wildly for each slave. Most of the families were split up and sold to different buyers. Ren frowned as butterflies of fear tickled her stomach as she felt like she was going to vomit at the sight of such cruelty.

One of the muscle bound brutes shoved her into the center of the stage roughly. The wolf girl stumbled into place as her ears drooped a little as the crowd oggled her and sized her up like she was nothing more then an item to be purchased like those grilled steaks she loved so much.

A slimy looking gentleman walked up next to Ren after a few brief seconds of silence. The man was taller then the short wolven girl but that wasn't anything new to her. She looked up at him to get a better look. He had slicked his hair to the side to cover up a bald spot and he had such an easy going grin like this wasn't the most repulsive thing. He spoke fast as he motioned with one hand towards the elf, placing his other hand on her shoulder which make her quiver gently with panic.

"What we got here is a rare specimen ladies and gentleman." He started in that quick, smooth tone as he looked out into the crowd. "A genuine elf and a wolven no less, from reports of our procuring gentlemen over there this one not only has the form you see before you, but also that of a fierce wolf! Guaranteed to make not only the perfect slave but also a great guard dog, or maybe a pet for your child's birthday this is a packaged deal!"

Ren almost gagged at the sickening display that the greasy looking man next to her was displaying. There was so many people raising little signs and calling out gold amounts. She was rather popular it would seem and the number of coins was rapidly increasing with each voice. It was a haunting looking female noble that finally managed to purchase her, a smug look of satisfaction on her face.

The wolf girl was dragged off the stage and towards the intimidating woman, kicking and snarling all the while until she got a sharp slap across the face making her cry out in a whining fashion. She was lead to a fancy carriage made of what looked like some kind of maple wood. Inside there was two children waiting for them and they couldn't of been more then eight or so judging by what Ren knew about human aging.

The woman didn't speak but motioned to Ren with a hand and the children gave toothy grins as the reached forward towards the wolven girl. This caused her to shy away and bare her fanged teeth. A sharp pain shocked the back of her head and when she turned around it was the woman and she had just slapped the back of her head.

The children tried again and managed to get a dog's collar around her throat. It was made from a fine material and had a little tag on it made of gold. It was more imprisoning feeling then the shackles she had been wearing. It was a long and quiet ride minus the excited giggling of the children about their new puppy..
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The carriage pulled up to a large, extravagant gate that was opened by two guards adorned in fanciful armor that looked more for style and less for protection. Upon reaching the front doors of the noble's manor, Ren was lead by the collar now clasped around her throat. The wolf girl whined softly as fear continued to grip at her soul like heavy chains.

The guard leading her said nothing though the children ran around the two of them eagerly awaiting the time to play with their new pet. They were too young to probably notice how wrong this is, however it unnerved her how easily it was for the kids to see her as a pet rather then a person. She was brought forth to the children's room. The walls were colorful with childish images and toys littered the floor making Ren watch her step. The noble woman, obviously the mother finally spoke.

"Elf, you are able to transform correct? That is what the auctioneer said at least.." Her tone was drawling and dripping with self importance.

"Y-Yes." Was all Ren could utter out, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Good.. Do so and you will listen like the good dog you are, if you don't well we have ways to punish you."

The way she carelessly said that with a nonchalant tone made a shiver shoot up her spine. She dipped her head as she shifted to her artic wolf form. The majestic coat of snowy white fur glistened in the light of the room. The beauty and size of the large canine made even the noble woman gasp softly. The children screamed with delight and ran over to pet the soft, bushy coat of fur. She froze for a moment and then relaxed as there was worse things to endure thrn a little petting.

Hopefully the rest of her stay here would be similarly bearable..


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It had been an entire week since the incident where Ren was captured and turned into a family dog of sorts. She had learned the family's name was Uín Néll and they were of minor nobility but nobility none the less. This estate was also to the north as things were chilly at least to humans. Ren happened to like the cold air of this place being an artic wolven elf.

Her experience with the family wasn't so much pain and suffering but the things she had to do was humiliating and degrading for someone like her. There was pain however when she didn't listen to her new owners. They used shocking magic and other means to make her obey should she choose to be stubborn about something. The children found her adorable despite her size compared to them. Often the young humans would climb on her or pet her soft, snowy white coat of fur. This part of this imprisonment she didn't mind in the least bit as it felt rather nice.

However, with that bit of a silver lining she had to escape and get back to Viktoriya and all of her friends whereever they were. Ren sat on her haunches as she watched the family enjoying a meal at the table. Her mouth watered at the delicious smells that were assaulting her canine nose. One of the children, the girl named Katherine, looked to the wolf and then looked to her parents before lowering a small hand with a bit of steak in it. Ren's ears perked up and then padded over, licking up the bit of meat and swallowing before licking at the child's hand again making the child giggle with delight. This earned a confused look from the mother which turned into a scornful gaze towards the wolf.

"Go on then shoo!" She waved the wolf away.

"But I was just hungry is all..." The wolf girl spoke up, which was odd as it came out of a wolf's maw.

"Good dogs do not speak like they are equals you are and forever will be beneath us.." The mother hissed at Ren.

"Mom be nice to Miss Fluffikuns!" The girl piped up followed by the young boy who echoed this defense of their puppy.

Ren was touched by their defense and found their name for her amusing though even if she didn't like it, it wasn't like there was anything she could do about it. The mother fell silent and then scoffed softly as she, despite her obvious ice queen nature didn't want to upset her children. So the wolf sat there and watched the family finish up their meal.
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That night was comparatively warm, with a southern wind blowing a harsh rain that left thick fog in its wake. With the dead an ever-present danger and visibility low, the warm murk after the rain storm was a time of tension for those stuck on the nearby roads.

Ren was already alert of nature, and her wolven shape gave her a wolf's heightened senses. Her keen hearing detected something scratching at the wall of the estate just after midnight. Stealthy little hands were scrabbling at the stone, and through a window she could see some slight movement across the iron fencing atop the low walls which warded the estate from her elven kin's intervention.

Some part of the magic these humans were binding her with urged her to bark an alarm, but Ren was still a wolf in her heart, not yet the dog they would make of her. The children had earned some scant loyalty so far, but the family had not earned any such protection thus far. It was thus that she could watch quietly until she knew more, until her night-keen eyes could pick out the nature of the threat.

Over the iron spikes, a goat skin provided some protection against the faerie-poisoning magics. A goblin in mail of enchanted oak leaves and leather slipped over the wall and landed in the yard with a soft step. The tiny brute wore a short cloak of fine elven silk, and pointed shoes of waxed leather that were of expert make. Across the foggy yard, Ren could make out some sort of heraldry on the broach that clasped his cloak. This was no wild goblin, lying in wait for random travellers to stumble into the thorn bushes off the path; this was an agent of some elven lord or other.

The knives at his belt were forward curving, cruel looking thorns of mirrored fey silver. He did not at once draw them, but they were close at hand as he started to approach the house.

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Ren lifted her head as her ears perked up in alarm. She had been sleeping the childrens' room at the time keeping watch over them. She hated the rest of the family but the kids were an exception as they had treated her with at least a little bit of kindness. Padding over to the window she jumped up to put her large paws on the window sill, peering at the infiltrating goblin with her golden gaze. Noting the brooch she was more curious then alarmed at the moment as this was no simple goblin indeed. The large artic wolf lowered herself and quietly pushed open the door with her snout. She glanced back as the two kids stirred a little but fell back asleep.

There was a few guards half awake in the hallway, looking more like zombies then anything. They paid the large artic wolf little attention as everyone here knew she couldn't escape. The magical collar prevented her from leaving unless accompanied by one of the family. It was worse then any prison cell as her soul cried to run free in such a wonderous new place such as this. Pushing those thoughts aside she made her way down towards the courtyard where the goblin had landed. It was the one place outside she could go as it was still part of the estate so she spent a lot of time out there running around playing tag with the kids. Ren felt so trapped and pathetic fighting this losing battle, but she would not be broken so easily.

Once outside in the foggy ladened night air she approached the goblin slowly. She bent down to get lower to the ground though she didn't bare her fangs instead looking more interested in speaking then fighting. She owed this family nothing in the way of such loyalty except the kids and only by a little bit. Golden eyes were wide with awe at how fancy the goblin appeared considering what he was. Ren's ears perked up as she spoke softly in human tongue. It was a nervous tone as she was used to getting punished for speaking like a person. The mother was not a lenient person.

"H-Hello, who are you mystery goblin?"
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The goblin grinned, its teeth a row of interlocking needles which glinted ivory white in the gloom. The gnarled creature bowed and doffed a hunter's cap of leather and fur in which it wore a black feather. It spoke quietly, a cruel little sing-song rhyme.

"Snogg my name, and goblin be
 Of labyrinthine courts.
 The captive pup, Snogg'd come and see,
 And offer aid of sorts.
 Cruel by blood are goblin kind
 And kin is drawn to kin.
 My master has a jest in mind,
 A response to mortal sin.
 If pup would bring the wee ones out,
 Snogg's kingly master's guests,
 Cruel dam is made to fret and pout,
 The object of good Snogg's quests.
 Then may my master set you free,
 Your triumphant howl to ring.
 From cruel parent such is the fee
 Of the goodly, Goblin King."

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