by Arabella Sintos on August 7th, 2009, 12:31 pm
Resistance was often times futile when it came to new masters and normally Arabella just went with the flow, not wishing to show that she indeed had a fiery spirit about her, but something about this white eyed man made her want to fight for her life, fight for her freedom then and there, even if it was foolish of her. She wasn't exactly sure he knew what he was dealing with in terms of a slave, though some part of her figured he liked the challenge, especially after the earlier smile he had given. He didn't want her to disappoint and so far she didn't feel she had. She clawed at him with her back legs desperately, not sure if he'd be able to twist his form away so he could avoid her sharp back claws and her powerful legs. The tear of fabric and the scent of drawn blood caused a momentary feeling of satisfaction for the Kelvic, it was the first time in a while that she had been able to really inflict pain rather then receive it, though it was tinged with the bitter wait of retaliation.
Screams of fear filled the market as anyone who had still stuck around to watch ran, though Arabella couldn't be certain whether it was because of her or the white-eyed man she had wounded. She had a feeling it was because of him though, they hadn't had reason to fear Arabella before...why now? She watched her new master as she caused him to bleed, her claws tinged with some of his blood, she expected anger and yet he remained clam and actually smiled at her. The smile directed towards her as he brought his bloody hand up to his lips caused chills to run down her spine, everything about this man screamed 'wrong' in her mind, he terrified the poor Kelvic.
Stringy blonde hair fell in front of her face as she looked up at him, not being given much of a chance to try and strike out again. He had warned her of course and yet she had chosen to stir something up in front of the people of the market. He would punish her just to show everyone in the market what happened to those who defied him, but would he kill her after just buying her? Not when it seemed that he liked her defiance, wanted it even. No, he would make it hurt because death would have surely been a pleasure next to what he could do. Death was a release, not a punishment...
She yelped as she was sent flying through the air, her half shifted body further shifted, her body covered completely with white and black striped fur, she looked quite odd at this point but she had a reason for the partial shifting. She hoped that with her fur covering her body, it would help soften the blow some, though no matter how she did it, it would still hurt a great deal. Before she felt the pain of striking one of the slave poles, she felt another pain as she watched more black liquid seep from Lazerin's fingers towards her. She couldn't really catch her breath as she flew through the air, so it felt as though she was gasping for breath as the frigid cold struck her along with the bolts of electricity. She yowled in pain as she felt the effects of the magic, gods how it hurt!
She came to a rather early conclusion .... She hated magic!
Arabella felt quite light-headed as she watched Lazerin make his way towards her, closing her eyes moments before she collided with something hard and solid. While it hurt, as she had expected it to, she was glad that she had been right in her furred body absorbing some of the blow from whatever she had struck. She opened her eyes for a moment to see her master coming over to her, black flames flickering in his white eyes, such a frightening sight to see, she wanted to run, but she could not. She shifted fully back to her frail human self, groaning as she fell forward, she retained consciousness but only barely. Ara was hardly in any condition to offer her master any more resistance, her claws gone for now along with her sharp teeth, she was just human for now. She didn't even look up at him as he approached, her amber eyes down on the ground, the ground was a lot less frightening after all.