Its been a long time [Open, slave trade.]

Traffick. · Jul 22nd 2017

✞ Everyone scared to be #1

The broad and lenthy bodied caracal trotted leisurely through the unforgiving territory. Her body was sleek and plump, with large ears propped up with graying tuffs at their ends. Her cheeks were risen, making her face more angular as it was traditional with the breed of feral feline. The gray speckles around her darker muzzle and large made it obvious she was an older female. But one far from gentle. Nestling herself along the boarder, she scented the air with a fragile sway to her tail. Her own scent may be familiar to some, she was a traveler who often brought captured animals for her many clients. She held no alliances, but frequented along the edges of anti clans, deathstrokes farm, and the Exiles.

Traffick hadn't been on the territory in quite a while, and decided to bring a gift. A small basket, its wicker handle wrapped with a her trademarked pink ribbon, and something was tucked under a thin blanket matched in color. But it wasn't some edible, at least she wasn't familiar with the animals of the exiles being cannibal, considering there was a small pup nestled in that basket. One for trade, but of course everything had a price. Traffick was in need of something for a client, one that she had worked with a many of times and each return they requested something harder to find. This time, they wanted some exoctic from this very place. That's the only details they could be bothered to offer. But the caracal wasn't bothered, she had been doing this for a very long time and could collect a product with her eyes closed at this time. Perching herself up as she wanted for confrontation of a member.

F♥ck it I'll do it myself ✞

pit. · Jul 22nd 2017

There was something about this old lady that seemed off. If he sniffed at the wind, he could catch a decent hint of it. Pit took to flapping his useless wings in an uneasy way. It seemed he had acquired a new tactic as to venting his slight anxiety. Pulling a false brave look, the kid cocked his head unsuspiciously and had the audacity to mew, "What're you here for, granny?" Yeah, yeah, he should respect his elders and all that, but this was no ordinary cookie dealing elder.

C'mon, please let another person join him. If he kept it up too long he may start to shift his weight on restless legs. He didn't want to seem like a coward in front of the others and he surely was not in different circumstances.

claira ! · Jul 22nd 2017

Morbidrealities was intrigued by the mixed smell. She couldn't place where it was from; it seemed a mix of several different places. She followed it until she picked up on the voice of a certain young Exiler. One of the few children around. She usually remembered the children due to the lack of them in the group. Curious as to who he was speaking to, Morbidrealities rounded the corner of the path. Upon spotting the child and the older, strange caracal, the ivory lion-like demoness narrowed her eyes of black smoke.

She made her way forward, observing the scene with a careful gaze. She didn't trust to many strangers, though Morbidrealities was rather glad for the fact that she was feline. "As the child asked, who may you be?" she repeated. "And I suggest you talk fast. I have plenty of glass cases in need of pretty new trophies, and your skull would be a marvelous addition."

Alcibiades · Jul 22nd 2017

As disgusting as it may sound, the wolf was never picky about food. As long as it didn't make him throw up and kept his belly full, he'll eat it. Now, if he was offered a pup as dinner, the pale golden canine would not eat it unless it was the only thing he could have. After all, he could raise the little bugger to be part of the pack, he'd rather have another member than a meal that he could find elsewhere. Anyhow, the young wolf would pad up promptly after Pit and Morbidrealities who made her usual threat. Offering the older caracal a friendly smile, the snapback wearing wolf would plop his hind quarters down to sit as he waited for the feline to answer the questions.

DON'T LEAVE ME TONGUE TIED

TAKE ME TO YOUR BEST FRIEND'S HOUSE | TAGS | 7/8/17

Gentleman. · Jul 22nd 2017

Shenshi;;

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The decently built canine had been intrigued by the foreign aroma, though all the smells around the area where foreign to his nose, and was further drawn by the accumulation of individuals moving towards it. Concluding that he too was an individual, he joined the investigation. Leisurely strolling towards the back with darkened face lowered to the ground with deep inhales. Arriving to the border, he cocked his head in an awkward fashion at the large elder cat settled on the other side with a ribboned basket. Noticing his familiar comrade, Pit, he trotted closer and lingered at his side.

Though when more influential animals, such as Morbid, arrived to the scene the pug didn't feel very appropriate along the threshold of the territory. Perhaps it was a mistake wondering so far from the establishment. Lower his tail subtly when the righthand pushed her way into the conversation with the same threatening tone he had received on the day of his own arrival. The thick pink accessory clipped around his stocky throat itched, but he didn't dare raise his hind leg to alleviate it. The atmosphere was dangerous again, and he was too frightened for sudden movements.

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Traffick. · Jul 22nd 2017

✞ Everyone scared to be #1

Her large angular head dropped to like heavy stone, gazing down to the younger addresser in a provoking manner - if she had been wearing glasses they would've tipped to her large nose. She didn't return conversation with the child, a professional female as herself only discussed with those of equally professional stature. So when the Morbid Realities made her position apparent, the caracal perked her head and the corners of her lips followed. "I am Traffick," Her voice was far from a brittle elderly woman, but instead was rolling and powerful. "I'm here in regards to a client - I am need of a pet..and for a pet," A tantalizing pause as she gestured to the basket harboring the specially breed child, "a product."

Her narrowed eyes perked at the sight of the pug pushing his way towards her. A long tongue lapped over the gray tint of her muzzle with greed as she admired him heavily. "My, aren't you exotic." A hum rumbled in her stocky build. Maybe the word wasn't the most fitting, but such a breed was hardly ever seen in a feral environment such as this, so alas she felt it was fitting. Watching him twitch inside the burning, and rather ugly, leather collar. "Don't be afraid, Darling. Oh what I would do, to take care of a face like yours." She was grooming him now, something she was known best for, her aura and presence were so convincing. It was almost like magic how she melted the minds of those feeble.

F♥ck it I'll do it myself ✞

claira ! · Jul 22nd 2017

Ah, a gypsy. Interesting. The female ran her tongue over her teeth, nodding slowly. "And what sort of pet?"

Gentleman. · Jul 23rd 2017

Shenshi;;

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If it had been possible for his darkened face to produce a crimson hue across his muzzle, it would've brightened with her flattering. The fawn Brachycephalic canine was easily moved by a little sweet talking and some decent charm. It was part of his breed to do a few tricks or make a irresistible face to receive coos of attention. The tight curl that was his tail swayed gentle as she admired his face of elaborate wrinkles and markings. Her hummed melody made a light flutter in his pudge tummy, make him almost restless.

As she gestured towards the wicker basket decorated with vibrant red, he lifted his chin. Extending his stocky neck in attempts to catch a satisfy peak, or even pick up a scent, to reveal the gift that was tucked away inside. Blinking his large chocolate eyes as he found himself smelling something young, canine even. Settling himself again, he pulled his ears back in confusion as he realized an animal was in that basket. What had she called it? A product? A product of..what?

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Alcibiades · Jul 23rd 2017

"Paws off," the canine finally spoke, actually standing up to make his point known. "He's not for sale," the cream coloured wolf would announce as he stepped in front of Shenshi. Hell no was he gonna let someone take away such a polite little guy and even less since the pug belonged to Duchess. Glancing towards the smaller canine with the pink collar,he would shoot the other male a confused glance, "c'mon dude, some loyalty to Duchess, please?"

But product. What product? It was a kid. "So you want to trade a kid for someone?" Alcibiades then shot the query to the caracal. It was odd that the femme called the child a 'product', or was it supposed to be a stand in for a nasty word? Fuck it, why couldn't she just explain it?

CUTTING AND BRUISING THE SKIN

RAZORS, SCISSORS, AND PINS | TAGS | 7/8/17

Vox L · Jul 23rd 2017

I will end your suffering, let the healing light come in

Hebi was far from a good person, he gave a dragon egg to a known enemy because of a life debt, and received the blue toned python in return. He almost killed one of his clanmates for harming a kid, and received three precious mamba young. He wasn't condoning the violence he had done, but by some twisted fate it seemed to be that others were. Not that he was complaining, All four of his companions- his sons were all safe, comfortable and happy with him. They weren't held against their will and hebi enjoyed their companionship during the normally dull routine of a border patrol.

However when he stepped into the conversations words stuck out to him. a stranger looking for something exotic. For a pup no less, wolves weren't his thing, past and present experiences proved that they were untrustworthy and half of them outright mad. He shifted his wings, the small bundle on his back of the mamba kin moving as he covered them with his wings. Protective instincts kicking into him as he stared down at the caracal. Blas was way too big to hide, though, but Hebi didn't think much of the larger python as he curled around his father's paws. "You have anything in mind then?" The male asked, tone bored as he leaned back where he stood.

Traffick. · Jul 23rd 2017

✞ Everyone scared to be #1

The Caracal readjusted her larger body, and stretched her longer front limbs and kneaded the ground with yellowing claws. Dragging them back to her body, she rolled her lips to reveal darkened gums lined with nauseating lines of teeth pressed together in a toothy grin. With a chest lifting laugh, the sank away into her muzzle that still curled mischievously towards its ends. Tilting her heavy head to lay on a rolling shoulder. "I wasn't given specifics, though, my client has requested - quote "I want the one and only of the exiles. Something they may never have again." End quote."

Batting her dark auburn eyes at the small chinese canine, her attention was perked at the mentioning of loyalty to someone. Duchess? The gypsy rolled the name over the sea of her mind, and found it was strikingly unfamiliar. She took heavy note of the clients and products that passed through her care, very meticulous about these things. It was what kept her trade running smoothly. Blinking, her large cranium abruptly fell in the direction of the question Alcibiades. "A child? Yes. One raised for the occasion as such. He's a lovely breed, one designed to survive under command and manipulation for whoever he is under. He has been such a lovely little thing in the making, one of my favorites." Again, her comment was followed by a throaty hum and purr. Dragging her tongue across her muzzle.

The child had been born to one of the products housed in Trafficks facility, and birthed her last litter before her release do to a natural occurrence. The older caracal had actually been rather saddened by the dismissal, but it was part of the business. The puppy curled up in the basket was the last of the product line, and she was almost upset to watch him go. He was a lovely mixture of American pit bull and Shar pei.

F♥ck it I'll do it myself ✞

DUCHESS · Jul 25th 2017

GLORY AND GORE GO HAND IN HAND
duchess darling — ♀ — pregnant

"He's not for sale."

Her tone was more of a growl than anything, her show-cropped ears angled forward and tail curled up over her back in a dominant position. "And you would do well to respect other people's property." Less her dinner tonight be a bit on the gamey side. The pregnant canine wasn't one to be picky. Shifting her rose gaze down onto the mix puppy she snorted, clearly unimpressed. "He's a child, better used as a member than a pet." Her treatment of Shenshi was... different. He was bred and lived to be a pet, to be loved and pampered. It felt unbecoming to force him into a position where he was expected to actively participate in what the Exiles was.

That being said this client of her's seemed like the type who needed a good longterm readjustment. One didn't just order something from the Exiles. They weren't a fucking distillery or grocery store.