Roleplaying

Greyson did not respond to Maria's apology, rather he gave her an order.

"You need to go in there." He said and he pointed to only remaining cage without an occupant. Each cage was very tall so that any person could open the door and step in without having to bend over at all. The ground was the grass. It was a little thicker than the mowed grass outside of it.

"You'll only have to wait at least ten minutes before the others start coming in." Greyson said. The most common complaint about sitting around in the cage was that they would be bored. But usually the people being put into the cages were very young children that couldn't stand having nothing to do for even a few mintues.

Maria moved forward in her natural, graceful manner and opened the cage without complaint or hesitation. She stepped in and shut the door behind her, turning around to look over at the pups beside her and then back at the feet of Greyson. She took a second to look up at the sky.

It was starting to get dark. If she wanted she could have morphed then, but she'd much rather let the moon do her work this time around. There was no hurry, and she had no place to go as it was. She sat on the ground, crossed her legs, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath that swung her ribs open in a loose manner.

Now to wait.

Greyson locked the door then pulled on it to make sure it was really closed. As he did so a pup trotted over to the edge of the cage and started pawing at Greyson's shoe through the holes in the cage. Greyson looked down at it. The pup was a pure grey color with white ears and she had not grown out of her blue eyes yet.

Greyson kicked the cage where the pup's face was. The pup was went backwards about a foot from the force and fell on her back. Greyson scowled at the small ball of fur. Clearly there mother had not taught them well.

Maria, in her state of calmness, felt the surge of an emotion, anger, she thought, stream through her chest, but in her looseness she let it pass without giving it any attention. She had no motherly instinct, and neither did her wolf, but if she had stopped long enough to really think about what Greyson had just done she would have flown off with the rage of a wildfire. At the moment, however, she knew she couldn't afford it.

Her senses began to sharpen significantly, even in comparison to how heightened they already were. Something cold and liquidy like a deeply needed drink of water started stirring in her chest. That was how her wolf felt to her, smooth, beautiful, something she needed to keep her satisfied.

When the pup got up she moved away from Greyson, going back the end of the cage. Satisfied with the reaction, Greyson turned his attention back to Maria. She seemed to be doing some sort of meditation or something. But Greyson did not care, if he wanted to speak with her, she would have to stop whatever she was doing.

"Do you have any idea of the temperment of your wolf half?" He asked her. Even if she said that her wolf loved other wolves and would go around snuggling them all he would still keep her in the cage for tonight. He wouldn't put lying past her.

She didn't open her eyes, move an inch, or twitch a lip. She stayed still, loose, open.

"I have honestly no idea whatsoever. She has never interacted directly with any other wolf before. I somehow imagine her to be rather... stubborn."

Her answer streamed from her lips without a hint of emotion, except on the last word where there was just a taste, a slight tinge, of amusement and thoughtfulness. Maria knew her wolf well, but she didn't want to put anything past her or assume anything that might later not be true.

Much safer to never assume, she thought to herself.

Greyson was a little annoyed that Maria choose to not even open her eyes when he spoke to her. However slaves weren't meant to look at there masters at all so having there eyes closed wasn't really breaking any kind of rule. Plus Greyson didn't feel like unlocking the whole thing because of it.

Greyson looked over at the path and noticed the small group of slaves heading there way. They were the ones who couldn't be with the others and had to be set up in the kennels. Greyson could have a paid worker set them up, but he felt it was a too important task for just anyone to do. Without saying anything to Maria he left her.

Close behind the slaves going to the kennels were some slaves who were ending to the fenced area. They were talking and joking as they walked to the area. They fence gate wasn't locked yet and they went in on their own.

Maria could hear the other slaves from where she was, and she felt an extra sense of curiostiy pick up in her head, likely her wolf's. They could both feel the moon pulling at them, preparing to swap their roles for the night. Maria was ready to face whatever happened for the night.

The two of them, her wolf and herself, came to a moment of mutual agreement where both were equal representatives of one body. It wasn't an odd feeling, and there was no coming pain like Clayton had talked about. Now the two of them only had to wait for the moon.

Clayton spoke to some of his friends while they waited for night to come. He may have consetered going to Maria if she didn't seem so unapproachable at the moment. It was another half an hour before anything out of the ordinary happened. The watchers and a select few changed first while the others had to go through the rather painful transformation.

There was a studden burst of pain and unbalanced Clayton. Finding nothing to lean on he lowered his body down to the grass. Muscle and bone contracted and expaned. Each bit of fur felt like nettles being pushed through his skin. It took about a minute for it to be finished.

The wolf was a typical size with dark brown fur and grey eyes. Two circles of black were over each eye, mimicing husky markings. The two middle toes of each foot were also black.

Maria and her wolf could sense the other changes happening around her. For a few moments nothing seemed to happen, and the two of them hung in a precarious balance between wolf and human, but slowly, like a spinning dime falling on its side, the wolf won out.

The transformation felt, in Maria's opinion, like a rough massage. Her muscles rippled, and her fur slid sleekly from her skin. She could feel her face elongating, and as all this happened she began to receed to the back of this other skull, watching complacently as Ceara took over.

This wolf, black and almost feminine in shape, sat calmly, watching the other wolves through the cage, unmoving.

Good girl, Maria thought mutedly.

Orca had changed quite easily, just like most watchers. His wolf was on the larger side, but not massive. It was black and white in color. The underbelly was white and he had the same circles over his eyes that Clayton had. Even though he had a body of a wolf he looked more like a husky.

The wolf lifted his ears and sniffed. He looked around the area and didn't see very much differentace. Orca's wolf was very curious type and was always looking for something new. It was no wonder why he was the first to go to the side cages.

Ceara looked back at Orca's wolf, quietly considering what to do. She was in no way a slave to Maria's wishes or thoughts, but she did wonder, in her own way, what was to be done. They both were fans of the curious types which was one of the things that had drawn them to Clayton. This made her interested in this new wolf, but the lingering feelings that Maria had felt towards Orca were still there causing her to hesitate.

The wolf brought her nose close to the bars of the cage and stared back at the other with oddly tempered eyes.

The wolf's eyes widened in exitement. His mouth opened a little, exposing his tongue and some teeth. It made him look kinda like he was smiling. The expression was backed up by his wagging tail.

Orca was quite embarrassed by the temperment of his wolf. It was friendly and more dog-like than a wolf. If it was left alone in a house with children it would most likely start playing fetch with them or something. The worst part of it was that the wolf was stupid.

The wolf was just about to show off its trait of stupidity as it went down in a playing possison. As if he would be able to play with the other wolf through the cage.

Inwardly, Maria was grinning like a devil. This was something she wasn't planning on forgetting anytime soon. Ceara found it as equally amusing; she, after pulling back for a second to assess what was happening, slowly lowered herself until she was mimicking his position.

Ceara had never played with another wolf, but nature always knew best, and she knew what it would entail. There wasn't much of a way to play through a cage, but she lifted a paw and batted gently at the bars. It was the best she could do without giving up her calm composure that seemed to never really leave.

 

The wolf became very excited when Ceara copied his stance. He barked and jumped side to side, still with his back end in the air and his front legs somewhat down in the grass. Along with his coloring and his actions, he looked more like a husky dog then a wolf. All he needed to compete the look was the curled tail huskys had. The wolf pawed at the cage almost like was trying to get Ceara free from the cage. 

Every full moon was like a massive cringe fest for Orca. He hated how stupid his wolf could be. It held no diginty at all and allowed himself to act like a common dog rather than the powerful wolf that he was.

The facility has walls lined with cells, each consisting of three concrete walls, a bare floor, a low ceiling and a wall of clear acryilic which faces the aisle and doubles as a door.

Presently, it's morning and the pound as just opened up for the day.

The world is such that is condones slavery-- of gifteds, werewolves, vampires and the like. The slave trade is a booming industry, making millionaires within months. Everyone has their own reasons for owning the creatures, some require extra help around the house, others see it as a way to display their wealth, and still others buy them just for the pleasure of breaking them.

As with all things, some people grow tired of their slaves. Now, selling them would take time and energy that some either don't have or are unwilling to waste it on a slave. That is where the 'pound' comes in. They take the discarded slaves, no questions asked and sell them for cheap.

PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS PLOT WAS NOT MADE UP BY ME!

This roleplay as copied straight from another roleplay from a website called MaraPets. The person who made this roleplay is called Rainkit. Do not give me credit for this, as I did not think of it.

Also please note that I do not in anyway think that slavery is okay in real life!

You may join as a human, gifted, werewolf or vampire.

Humans are never slaves.

Please keep the number of humans and slaves around even, without both of them the roleplay doesn't work.

Don't make slaves with extreamly dangerous powers, they would have been killed, not sold as slaves.

The point of the roleplay is not to stay in the pound, humans should come in and buy slaves then take them home. It is the person who is controling the human's responsabilty to create a setting. For example a farmhouse, or a big expensive house.

Don't make masters who treat their slave's as equals, its over used and quite frankly, really boring.

You can make a slave who was born into slavery or has never spend a day of their lives as slaves, just make up a good reason why they were never caught.

 

A quick note on slave breeding. First off don't roleplay anyone doing the deed please!

Second, for werewolves they will give birth to a litter rather than a single child. This is because they cannot change from human to wolf while pregnate or they'll kill their children. Since full moon forces a change, they got to stay as a wolf 100% of the time while pregnate. The litter will be born as pups and will stay as pups until about a month or so until they can shift to their human form.