Tamesis, a wolfgirl slave, stood at the bars of the cage in the market naked, knowing better than to relax her face or get her owner’s wrath. He wanted her on display, wanted to sell her to someone- anyone- else. Over the years of abuse, he had finally broken her spirit, turning her into a constantly fearful shell of her former self. And as such, he’d found her a burden.
Tamesis’ wolf ears twitched as she absorbed every sound around her. She discerned the sounds of coin changing hands. Off to the right were two children laughing.
“Stop daydreaming and look lively, girl,” her owner growled at her with anger in his eyes. “Gods help you if someone doesn’t buy you because you’re looking less than lively."
“Yes Master.” Tamesis quickly replied, her wolf ears flattening against her head, scared to death of incurring his wrath.
Bertrand quickly stepped forward to block the path of a wealthy-looking noble.
“I am Bertrand the Alchemist,” The man said with a bow. “You are obviously a person of wealth and fine taste. Might I interest you in this wolfgirl? She will make a fine slave . . . or other services.” The man added the last part with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
In the cage, the wolfgirl appeared frightened, her wolf ears flat against her head. Her tail flicked nervously from side to side, and she visibly shivered when her owner mentioned the possibility of "other services".
“What say you?” Bertrand asked with a wide smile. “Interested in the little wolfgirl for some labor or fun?”
Statue System: Tamesis's Mood: Scared | Monday Morning | 10:27 AM | Horny: 1 | Tamesis's thoughts: "Oh god... I don't want to be here anymore... B-But I'm too scared... I-I want someone to save me... Mom, Dad... I miss you..." 😰
