Pertelot glances timidly toward the greeting feline. A casual smile was admitted.

carter: you want to yiff

carter: hey pert

Pertelot frowns some, leaning against the pen behind her. Fingers crossed unhappily. Get it away, "No thank you."

carter: fuck you

Lavonte giggles at the little exchange, his savage eyes glinting with amusement as he smiles widely at Pertelot and gnaws on his pawfinger. Pertelot was a thin framed creature of deep eyes. Awkward glancings took note of other inhabitants of the area. She blushed faintly, having been seen in a moment of embarrassment. Frail digits entwined nervously.

(You see Lavonte.)
> Lavishly bedecked with silver adornments, rings on each of his pawfingers as well as his ears, Lavonte's lean figure seems charged with energy and his manic eyes (rimmed with kohl and shimmering lilac powder; sparkling with uninhibited, savage beauty) dance in a celebration of joyful insanity. Sequins twinkle along the top ridge of his cheekbones and thick, wavy hair is brushed back from his forehead to stand up around his head, a halo of dusky blue sprinkled with glitter.

Lavonte lets his smile dim a little - to friendliness rather than mania - on seeing the creature's mild discomfort. He looks down at his thoroughly bitten paw and sits on it, himself mildly embarrassed.

Pertelot's mouth grew rather small. Wide, curious oculars averted. Staring was unlady like. Though it was rather difficult not to examine the garish cobalt feline, far from her side. Slendrous rose tipped tail coiled about her form. Lavonte twitches as the fence he's leaning on is jolted, and gives the originator of the shock a wide smile before looking back at Pertelot and leaning across the seats to offer her his paw; after a moment's thought, he extends the unbitten one. Eyes dance in momentary madness before cooling.

Pertelot lifted a dainty little hand to her soon yawning maw. Mockery. And how it entertained us so. They'd been down-cast momentarily, until out of the corner she noticed the quaint offering of a paw. To shake? Hesitantly, she leaned in turn and placed the hand she'd yet to yawn in against the feline's own. A raking thought played in the back of her mind. 'Just wait. He'll probably pull you in and turn out to be an axe murderer.' Courtesy won over paranoia.

Lavonte grins and shakes the dainty feline's paw before drawing back and tilting his head in consideration, his mind clearly elsewhere though he looks at a point just above her head. Then he returns to the present and clears his face of all previous insanity. "Hello, lady," he says in a sing-song voice - though not mocking, as it is clearly how he usually speaks.

Pertelot could help not but bite gently on the inside of her bottom lip. Gently her head canted to the side. She mustered a cautious smile, obviously feigned, due to the knitting eyebrows, "..Greetings," her voice only short of a whisper. It had taken a moment for her to realize that she was clearly inaudible. Briefly, clearing her throat, she repeated, "Hello." Voice tainted in the most feminine of ways. Still she could not bring herself to fully look him in the face.

Shadow Knight pokes Pertelot's shoulder with the tip of his tail-blade

Shadow Knight: ...you're in the way of a slave, miss..

Pertelot had softly regarded the knight who caught her attention with a tail-poke. Modestly, she had relocated herself in a tawdry, though vacant seat.

Lavonte tilts his head at a different angle and blinks in quick succession, his movements erratic and almost mechanical. "Got a name, lady?" He smiles, almost happily. "Lavonte's mine." He brings his paw up to bite again, but pauses as it is mid-way to his mouth and looks at it wonderingly before sitting on it once more. "Yes, yes. Lavonte, call me what you will." His concentration span seems to be short, yet he struggles to keep looking at her.

Lavonte pouts and considers. "No name? Lady-with-no-name? Ah well." He leans his chin upon the unmarred paw and closes his eyes, but his next words display that he is, in fact, still contemplating her. "It doesn't matter. Names aren't important, are they? Furres are important. Do you like to stare?" he finishes, eyes opening suddenly to fix on her curiously. A rare moment of lucidity...

Pertelot offered a puzzled stare. She had said her name, had she not? Before anything else, she had said it. She would offer her title again, to save face, "Pertelot," again, leaving the 't' out for its silence. She eyed the garish feline back. Timid, but daring.

Lavonte nods at Pertelot, turning for a moment to observe the slave staring at him with a smile. "Hello pretty slave," he murmurs, before turning back to the other. "Do you like staring?" he repeats. "Odd, aren't I?" He seems to find amusement in his own appearance.

Pertelot reponded abruptly, having thought such things for some time now. Might as well provide truth. An honest expression played over her streamlined features, "Yes, quite... May I inquire why you're so...so.." She paused, making her mouth rather small again, deciding upon a word, "Shiny?" A girlish, yet still unsettled smile followed.

Pertelot, abandoned, released an agitated sigh. She glanced over-shoulder at the two slaves, entrapped by wooden beams, closest to her. Firstly at Ranyo, liquidy eyes fixated on him for a moment, hoping not to offend. Yet she'd always been told as a kit that slaves didn't have feelings. The startling yellow eyes caught her attention amid such dark fur.

Ranyo-Rah's yellow hued gaze caught that of the females, and held it for a long moment. He slowly leans close to the bars and begins to sniff at the air in her direction, though he remains silent. His feral gaze following her every movement.

(You see Ranyo-Rah.)
> He looks to be a very feral panther, though he walks as any normal feline. His eyes are a savage yellow hue, that grabs the contrast of his night black fur. His dark hair is adorned with beads and what appear to be phoenix feathers. He wears nothing aside a ragged loin cloth, his fur is dyed in what would appear to be some fashion of a mountain tribe symbol. He looks half starved and suprisingly dominant with his massive build and size. [Feral attitude] [Unowned]

Pertelot knit her eyebrows together gingerly. Nimble fingers entwined and placed in her lap. She leaned away from the sniffing casually. Inadvertantly expressing her fear of things she did not understand. As per usual with most living creatures. Pertelot crooned lightly, then found herself turning toward the feral. Uncivilized at best, small talk would be attempted. She's already looked at him and caught his attention. Would be rude if she hadn't.

Ranyo-Rah's gaze continues to watch her, calm and silent. He sniffs at the air several more times, failing to gather any scent within the distance. He leans back, and watches her cautiously -- tail swaying side to side slowly in a lazy fashion. His form shifts from time to time, as he digs his claws into the seat in mild irritation.

Pertelot released a relatively timid "Oh" in reaction to the progressive sniffing and claw clenching. She leaned in slightly, frail form teetering over the floorboards. Making a point to maintain eye contact with him, seeing how he lacked most clothes, "Hello there, sir," she exclaimed in a lady like manner. Her calmness was in all obviousness.. fading.

Ranyo-Rah's animalistic gaze continues to hold her within, watching her every move intently. His ears twitch lightly at her greeting, though he only nods slowly in response. He sniffed lightly several times more, as he leansed near the bars again, closer to her this time. His large paws allowing his claws to dig into the chair, forearms flexing with each movement. His tail slowly begins to lash behind him, as he continues to stare into her eyes.

Pertelot narrowed her eyes complacently on the large male. Likely twice her size, yet it had seemed to matter not at this point. Captured gazes seemed to be the inevitable theme this afternoon. Pertelot relocated herself on the slaver's cushion directly in front of the feral. Though lacking the slaver title, she was of high enough position in this little thing they called society to take it, "Have you a name?" She inquired. Rose tipped tail flickered idly at her side.

Ranyo-Rah's claws continues to dig into the chair, sheathing and unsheathing from his paws. His yellow hued gaze following her as she moves befor him, as he leans close to the bars and sniffs once more. He slowly begins to speak in a muttered language that seems almost tribal and hard to follow, though he soon pauses and shakes his head slowly. He then mutters in a deep voice: Ranyo-Rah.. :his lips press firmly together once more, as though he had given up his soul by offering his name, seemingly understanding her quiet well.

Pertelot, in a manner unmatched thusfar, grew silently excited after having received a response. Communication skills. Though the idea of being sniffed over numerous times was much less than pleasant. She noticed his massive claws which continuously retracted. Absent-mindedly Pertelot leaned in toward the male, analyzing his paws. Her head perhaps dangerously close to the pen, "Peculiar.."

Ranyo-Rah's yellow gaze, slowly narrows as she gets closer. A deep rumble begins to emit from his chest and throat, forming a faint growl still holding his cautious nature about this woman. His claw continue their movements, causing his forearms to continue their flexing, as his tail begins to dart from side to side behind him.

Pertelot chuckled a little in her ignorance of the situation. Never had she heard a feline make such a noise. Hissing and yowling, perhaps.. but never what had resounded just then. Perhaps too head strong to keep her distance from this one. The epitome of harmlessness, she seemed. But concerned as ever, "My, you're an antsy one, aren't you?" Displacing a fragile looking paw over the middle pen board, Pertelot continued looking at him.

Ranyo-Rah slowly lowers his large form, into the chair, crouching as he watches her paw. He mutters another phrase of the twisted language, though pauses and corrects himself slowly in the same deep voice: You.. are to.. trusting... :his words are thickly accented and spoken slowly as though he was unsure of the wording. His yellow hued gaze moves slowly from her paw to her her eyes once more, locking upon them.

Pertelot canted her head some, smile still remaining, "Too trusting?" she passed her paw over the beam of wood, then replaced it in her lap. "Just what kind of threat lies beyond these pannels?" There seemed to be the undeniable sparkle in her eyes that fools possessed. It was almost a jeering smirk of which she offered then. The mau adjusted her position in the seat, far too confident.

Ranyo-Rah's form begins to emit the low rumble once more, as his gaze narrows even more. He holds his temptation to swing a large paw out at the female, only if to 'educate' her, though refrains with much effort. He continues to watch her with his animalistic gaze, speaking slowly once more: Why.. are you here..?

Pertelot dropped her curious little expressions, and took on a visage of something resembling sternness, "I noticed you there among the others. You're rather big, if you haven't noticed." Pertelot leaned in again with flashing oculars. "Though doubtful that you'd be a real threat. Slaves don't act out." She examined his face and body language after each time she spoke. Riling him up, perhaps, but it seemed she was unaware of it, "I'll leave if you like..."

Ranyo-Rah's head shakes side to side slowly, though his feral gaze remains upon her at all times. His lips curled slowly into a smirk, finding some amount of amusement in her statement of his size. He only nods soon after, speaking with his thick accented voice: Yes... no threat... Stay.. speak with this one...

Pertelot quirked a thin brow at his pattern of speech, only detected just then. Third person. Though it was said to be traditional of slave not to speak in first, according to their lower rank. Inability to refer to themselves as 'I, me, myself.' That having been noted, Pertelot leaned forward once again. Both paws displaced over the middle beam of wood this time. "Why is it that you do not react in such ways to your pen mates? They're closer to you than I, after all." A paw gestured to them.

Ranyo-Rah's gaze shifted to those around him, though only briefly befor locking them upon her once more. His claws begin to sheath and unsheath once more, as his eyes narrow upon her: You.. are the one buying.. These.. have no intention of threat... They are just like.. this one..

Pertelot offered something of an "Ah," understanding his logic, though fragmented. A slew of new questions floated in her mind just then. She pressed further, leaning in, and disregarding the likeliness that he would grab her head, pull her in and proceed to rip her limb from limb, "Why is is that you're in /there/? Too unintelligent to manage yourself without someone to tell you what to do?" Her svelte little form swayed in front of him, "And how on Earth did they get you in there? Cattleprod?

Ranyo-Rah's jaw clenches at her words, fighting the urge to drag his massive claws across her form and rip some sense into her. He mutters several words in his twisted language, and from the sound of it they weren't ment as 'flattery' by any means. His yellow hued gaze continues to watch her, as the low growl rumbles through him once more, mixing into his deep voice: One does not always find.. :he pauses as though searching for the proper words and continues: find.. themselves within this place by force.. I was not given chance to fight.. :he cuts his sentence short and glares at her once more: Why.. are you here..?

Pertelot stared at him through the bars, having offended him by questioning so bluntly. She frowned and slowly pulled her hands back to herself, "No reason." The words were few, of course, but they would suffice for the time being. Surely the female was not a slaver, with such simple intentions as conversation, "No reason at all."

Ranyo-Rah nod slowly, and narrows his yellow hued gaze a bit more. His low growl begins to rumble through his chest once more, as he then jumps at the bars, making a grab for the nearest limb or fabric to hold on to. His tail lashes in a wild fashion behind him, as he presses close to the bars. His gaze seems to have locked upon her, as though it wouldn't let her go, not now.

Pertelot's eyes widened in surprise. She let out a shrill scream, having been caught by the forearm by the clutching, clawed digits of the feral. Panic-stricken, Pertelot only pressed against the pen with her back paws, struggling in desperation to make him release her, "Let go! Let go!" She repeated numerous times. The feline grimaced at him, having been caught completely off-guard and still unsure of what it was she had done for him to attack.

Maximillian Mercreus Maynard growls, hopping up and dashing to where he could get to the feline in an instant. And there he was behind the feline that was causing such a disturbance, and trying to do such things to a free person. -A free person- My what an imbecil. Max's large form rose up behind him like a evil shadow. Eyes, narrowed, flickered red with building irritation. He half growled, the other half bark out. Ranyo-Rah's yellow hued gaze remains upon the female, gripping even tighter about her forearm. His eyes narrow as he hears the defensive cry of the female, and the offplaced command of the male behind him. He bears his teeth, almost the same as a dog, though letting out a soft hiss. He releases her arms, and doesn't even turn to face her supposed 'hero'.

Pertelot, in an offended state of shock and soft crying, scooted back against the linoleum just behind her. She stared at the feral, frightened as ever, though found herself unable to wipe the immediately flooding tears away. Struck with such realizations that she pressed to far. A lesson she'd take with her along the way, if much of a 'way' existed, "You indecent, horrible creature. I hope an inconsiderate slaver comes your way and puts your through hell." She rubbed her forearm protectively.

Maximillian Mercreus Maynard narrows his eyes. Then glares up at Pertelot. "What is it with stupid weak creatures tempting the more powerful. Gods damnit.", he growled. He walked from the cages tempted to injure this stupid person and make her very miserable for doing such stupid things. His cape flowed behind him like fog billowing over a plains in a gust of wind. His movements lacked sound, terribly quiet. Every his lashing cape made no noise in a suddenly movement as he disappeared from sight with >>

Ranyo-Rah's feral gaze remains upon her, as his lip curl back once more, revealing the rows of gleaming teeth. He lets out another growl, befor muttering in his twisted language once more. He then slams his large clawed fist against the bars: You... Anything would be better then... you..

Pertelot, like a tempted child, was tempted to further provoke the feral. She turned her snout up rather snobbily, and stood from her seat. In a rather angry manner, she spat down at the male, while caressing her bruising forearm. She'd done nothing deliberate to the creature, only minor questioning. The rose-tipped end of her tail flitted some.

Ranyo-Rah lets out another snarl, as she spat upon him. He then makes a wide swing with his large arm, claws unsheathed in a wide arch. He has had just about enough of this snobbish nature, and aimed to slash at across her thighs with a broad right swing. His yellow hued gaze narrowed and never leaving her form -- tail lashing side to side in anger.

Maximillian Mercreus Maynard growls, immature, stupid, pain in the rump.. embodied. He moved behind her in a flash and a gust of air that fluttered his cape. A hand went over her shoulder, and grabbed for her dress at ehr collar bone, meaning to lift her up and pull her away. "Damaned fool", he growled as he man handled her.

Pertelot gasped and struggled pathetically. Being assaulted at once by two creatures, both twice her size. Having been slashed at the mid thigh, Pertelot writhed in pain against the one behind her. Kicking and screaming helplessly, she flailed, "I did absolutely nothing to deserve this, you ignorant creatures!" she bellowed why streams of clear liquid ran down her cheeks. In attempts to kick the canine at her back, she reared a fore paw forward and then attempted to slam it.

Maximillian Mercreus Maynard ignores her pathetic attacks, though they hit he had a charter twice her mass at least. He started draging her away to the seats up end of her. "Damn child.. how the hell do things like you get into here?" He growled he'd have no problem moving her with hsi strength and mass less she tore her dress off.

Ranyo-Rah continues to growl, eye's narrowed in anger. He brings his bloody claws down into the chair with another hiss, and begins to claw at it once more. he watches the two outside his pen, though doesn't react further to her new assault. His lips curled lightly however, feeling she deserved every bit of what she got at this point.

Pertelot's dress did indeed rip, in several areas. She hesitantly decided what was more important; covering herself, or escaping from the canine who held her so firmly. Making the unintelligent choices that she had so many times before, she chose the latter. Thrashing desperately against the canine with tiny clawed fingers, whose marks would leave little more than bloody little sting lines. Still weeping at thsi point, she writhed as best she could, screaming obscenities at the male.

Maximillian Mercreus Maynard just drags her off to doom... not giving a long post just talking about to doom.

Maximillian Mercreus Maynard chucks her into the seat, annoyed, remaining quiet. He took off his cape and threw it over her, wrapping her in its silken material. He spoke in low unchanging tones. "What is with stupid people like you?

Pertelot, in a pitiful act, only gasped through her sobs and pressed back against the fake plants behind her. Her eyes met his own hesitantly, but only for a split second. Too cowardly to make contact for very long. She remained silent, save for the consistant crying.

Maximillian Mercreus Maynard sensed Mlafoc... smells her near.. he hated this.. "I might as well kill you.. you'll kill yourself through you stupidity soon enough." He said in dark tones, annoyed. "Or", he looked to Mlafoc, with a smile forming that exposed serated fangs. "I could have someone deal with you."

Pertelot swallowed hard, before speaking in a pleading tone, "Please, you mustn't kill me. I meant nothing by it," the feline shivered, petrified by this massive creature. She'd go into panicking soon enough. Struggling against the cape, pulling it off of her. Pertelot would make a run for it.

Maximillian Mercreus Maynard a large mit held firm while another went for her throat, to hold her there as well. He growled at her. "I'll kill you if I choose, begging only makes me more angry.", he narrowed his black eyes, lifelessly they reflected her terror.

Mlafoc slowly moves over to the two of them, leaning up against the posts of the pen merely watching the two of them.

Pertelot ceased all forms of movement, having been caught at the throat. Alert enough to realize that in one false move, he could quite easily snap her little neck and that would be it. Swallowing back her sobs, she could help not but shiver, still very much frightened. The feline looked a perfect wreck. Ragged and seemingly ready to break down.

Maximillian Mercreus Maynard looks at her thigh. "stupid feline I could gut it and floss my teeth with its intestines... no make a violin.. cat gut does nicely for violin strings." He proded her small belly, as if checking her guts. He continued. "Damn cuts.. make slaves worth less." His motive was released. He glared at the wounds.

Pertelot's mouth grew increasingly smaller and smaller. Thin eyebrows moved upwards. Intention of enslaving her? All that she'd ever been told as a kit was dissipating into the air. Finding it difficult to breathe heavily against the canine's large hand, she reduced her heaving to shallow intake. She'd bled all about her mule tan dress.. though that would certainly not matter at this point. Seeing how it had been ripped to shreds and her life was threatened. Pertelot leaned backward, hoping that.. perhaps the blood would make his hand slip."

Maximillian Mercreus Maynard slids out a collar, the black metal shimmered, enchanted it had a supernal gleam. He smiled opening it and putting around her throat to close it. "Ah well useless free maybe useful enslaved."

Pertelot: "No!" she screamed before the canine had successfully placed the metal retainment mechanism around her tiny thin womanly neck. She'd tried to cover it with her small hands, pushing it away as best she could. Entrapped. Pertelot's lithe legs lashed out at the canine, whilst she aimed to get a few sufficient kicks in before turning tail. Her ruined little form was a sight to see in such motion. Determined not to be one of those creatures she'd been so convinced were the filth of the earth. "

Maximillian Mercreus Maynard oh this was rich to him, she was weaker than he'd thought, witha smile he laughed. The collar suddenly restricted with its charm, choking her, the seam fused as did the joint into a perfect, smooth loop. "Hmm.. stop, now child."

Pertelot fell victim to a fit of violent coughing, gasping... What a perfect mess she had turned this into. The mau fell over onto the floor, though it had appeared she meant to relocate herself there. Had it been any other creature and situation, Pertelot would have found this to be some kind of prank. The woman, having been terrorized and half-mad at this point, seemed to possess an everlasting will to escape. She whined as soft folding ears pinned back against her skull, "You filthy scum bag."

Maximillian Mercreus Maynard grabs her up, the collar letting itself loosen with his will. "Hush girl I can break your spine." He snarled.

Pertelot trembled, after having been grabbed. She caught her breath and fixated those deep, calculating eyes over his own. The aristocratic air about her seemed to flourish. She was better than that. To be a slave was a disgrace to her position, and she would let him know this by deliberately disobeying, "So break it!" She hissed. "I'd rather die than live a pathetic existence like those other worthless creatures live."

Maximillian Mercreus Maynard strikes out at her his hand going fo her elbow, he'd surely break it with his power.

Pertelot, surely enough, had been sent violently into the wall at her side, due to the great blow. This only furthering her reasons to scream and cry. She portrayed nothing less than the typical idiot female. Having been struck so hard, not only did her arm break, but her delicate little feline head was smacked up against the wall. It had taken her a moment to realize she was in pain.

Maximillian Mercreus Maynard snorts grabbing for the broken appendage. "You are a worthless slave now..", he growled, annoyed at her.

Pertelot whimpered a moment, while the broken arm had been grasped so harshly. She swung at his face with unsheathed claws, using her good arm. Refusing to go down without a fight.

Maximillian Mercreus Maynard moves to catch and twist, thus breaking, her other arm in pure annoyance. "Silence... you weak thing... struggle and I'll only hurt you more."

Pertelot had been reduced from arrogant and determined to dumbstruck. Her svelte little figure lowered, arms draping at each side, as she was unable to hold either up. Bottom lip trembling, she considered kicking, but did she really want to have her legs broken? This idea was soon dismissed as she bowed her head. Tears continued to stream, but in replacement of her pleading whimpers, a low yowling hiss presented itself.

Maximillian Mercreus Maynard thrusts forth a large open mit the hard cool palm aiming for to conect with her face, breaking what was in its way. If it conected his long digits would holds her skull quite easily.

Pertelot, though assumed to be a complete and total moron, sensed the oncoming hand. Lowering her cranium further, so has to prevent her nose from being broken, all sounds diminished then. And her trembling? Ceased.

Maximillian Mercreus Maynard looks at her form and snorts. "Moron.", a sudden aprkle trickled down hsi arm into hsi hand, weaving small designs in their trails. With it came pain and healing. He smiled waiting her her responce ott he pain of bones pulling themselves together.

Pertelot's eyes preformed an interesting little dance in their sockets, before finally losing consciousness. Scant figure falling limp against his large, constraining hands. Her ears resumed their original position, whereas all muscle gave in. The great feline had been broke in more than one way.

Maximillian Mercreus Maynard smiels to himself, picking her up like a wee child, compared to a form twice or more tha mass of her, he unconscious form but a puppet for him.

Pertelot's phlacid form resisted not. Her feline mouth opened,; needly little teeth exposed, as well as rough pink tongue which lay nestled in the maw. Her tail dangled over his arm, fur a'muss. Regaining consciousness would only prove her to be all the more headstrong.

Maximillian Mercreus Maynard smiles wrapping the cape around her, not letting her form be exposed to the public eye. This one will take some deprogramming but it'd be fun.