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Post by wexell on Feb 12, 2013 19:17:48 GMT -5
Axle sat in his cage, finally calm once more. He had cleaned himself after his last fight which had left him soaked in blood. This had given him quite the trouble cleaning himself due to his massive hemophobia. That last fight was his 40th consecutive win, and hopefully had caught someone's attention. Axle disparately wanted to get out of this hell and getting bought was the only way out, well there was one other way but he wasn't ready for death yet. He felt good about today though, something just felt right. So he sat and waited to find out what this auspicious feeling day would bring.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 12, 2013 20:55:02 GMT -5
There was some commotion outside the cage, though that was normal post-match. Axel's hunch had been perfectly spot-on; his 40th consecutive win had caught someone's attention. That someone happened to be a young Kurloz Makara, the elder of the two descendants born to contest for the place of Grand Highblood. That meant three things.
1) He was filthy rich.
2) He was powerful.
3) He was extremely dangerous.
Kurloz was an aspiring breeder, and so far showed promise. He was eerily patient, but would not hesitate to go berserk if he failed to receive what he wanted.
And he wanted this human bad.
It had been a while since he'd seen a 40-win human kill a 78-win human like that. Sure, it had been a close match, but this human had two things he looked for in the meaty pink fleshbags. He was strong in body, which could always create strong offspring, and he was strong in mind, making him twice as fun to break.
The mistress of the fighting ring entered his pen. "Axle. Get up, you have a visitor. Look sharp."
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Post by wexell on Feb 12, 2013 21:23:38 GMT -5
he nodded "yes ring mistress" he said getting up and standing at attention, this could be it, his ticket out of this hell, who knows maybe he would even be able to find purpose in his life after all. He was smarter than most humans in that he was polite and obedient to the trolls, after all what good would it do to not treat those with more power than you badly. Axle took in the troll, a highblood subjugglator. Axle had heard about them, and respected them. Subjugglators may be violent, but they had purpose and he admired that so much. He bowed to the highblood. "greetings sir" he said in a surprisingly educated voice.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 12, 2013 22:25:19 GMT -5
Kurloz looked down at his potential pet with his stitched-up smile, waving at him. He tilted his head slightly. He could clean up well and fast, apparently. That was a good sign at least. He had a good, solid build. He had respect. Maybe he would mold well. He looked at the ring mistress and nodded, and she smiled happily. She had been losing a lot of fighters lately, but they had been purchased by only the most wealthy of trolls for more than a pretty penny. She took Kurloz's money as he offered it, and in turn handed him the leash. Kurloz looked at his new slave - Apple he'd sworn the paper had said, and watched him expectantly.
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Post by wexell on Feb 12, 2013 22:35:42 GMT -5
Axle smiled and bowed stepping forward to be leashed. Eyes looking down respectfully he waited. Finally he was getting out of here, and to someone high up in troll society, what more could he ask for being a human. This troll dis not seem to be the chatty sort though, but Axle was still excited about finally getting out of the ring and being claimed.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 12, 2013 22:40:10 GMT -5
Kurloz was convinced that this guy was a total tool and a crowd-pleaser. This was both good and bad. So long as this kid kept his priorities straight, he could be a valuable asset. But if the crowd started demanding something else, well, priorities could flip. Quietly, the elder of the two blood-links to the Grand Highblood decided to keep this kid on a short leash. He tied Axle up and tugged on his leash, a silent order to follow.
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Post by wexell on Feb 13, 2013 0:21:16 GMT -5
He followed obediently, as he did he made a promise to himself: he would obey this time, he would not end up back in the pits. He was going to do his best to please his new owner and maybe, just maybe the Subjugglator would tell him, well show him about the mirthful religion he had heard so much about.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 13, 2013 15:57:01 GMT -5
((Switching to Troll Homes.))
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