Black Market Furs [Yyrsheenakoon]
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				Title: <strong>Black Market Furs [Yyrsheenakoon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starkweather</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 02:17:04</strong>
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				A black sedan slows to a stop outside a large, dark building surrounded by many more similarly shady structures. The rear right door of this vehicle opens, and out steps a man, dressed in clothing just as dark and obscuring as the tinted windows of his Crown Victoria. Up the stairs and through the clear glass doors leading into the building this man goes, alone. There are clearly other people in his car (i.e. a driver) but these persons unknown remain in the car, waiting for the passenger to return from where ever he went.<br><br>It was into the building he went. To his immediate right there are three elevators. He chooses the one nearest to him as he came into the door. Once in, the door closes behind him, and he turns. There is a security camera above and to the left of his position. He glances up, makes eye contact, and nods. The elevator wound then descend, despite there being no official record of a basement in this building. This descent takes about five minutes. Once the elevator has stopped and the door opened he steps out into a long hallway, leading into a large, auditorium-style room. There is an auction going on in this room. <br><br>"Do I hear one-hunded thousand? One-hundred thousand..?" <br><br>The man takes a seat in the last row. Now that he has finally made his way into a well-illuminated room, his appearance is now able to be seen. He is fairly young. In his mid- to late-twenties. He has blonde hair, blue eyes. His form is clad in a form-fitting black t-shirt, which allowed his attractive physique to be seen. Below this is a pair of simple blue jeans and tennis shoes. <br><br>"One-hundred-fifty-thousand going once.. twice.. sold!" <br><br>Another furred female is now lead onto the stage..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Black Market Furs [Yyrsheenakoon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SheenaTiger</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 09:42:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.aerisdies.com/images/categories/8790/232887.jpg)<br></div><br>Number 5, how she was called and a sign hanging around her neck was lead onto the Stage. Her real name was Irranou, but no one cared for that. She was a fresh capture from the wilds, not like the 4 girls before her, though not the big attraction some were waiting for, a strong tigergirl with very womanly features. She was untrained and still wild, even fighting the man who was pulling her more then actually leading her onto the stage. Her legs and hands were cuffed together so she could not take any real actions. The cuffing was more a security for the people in the audience, the strong guys helping the auctionator all were well trained and strong, they even could overcome the tigergirl, and had to prove that several times the last couple of days.<br><br>Number 5 cursed into her gag as her eyes wandered over the people in the room while another guard secured her leash and anklecuffs to the ground so she could not run away. She had heard in horrorstories from her tribe about this auctions. They had told her never to get captured or she would get sold and butchered as meat for people. This was not totally incorrect, she would get sold but not butchered like a cow but people here would buy her to have fun as they pleased to have. Beings like her that are sold were not considered as people, most of the persons in the audience saw them as pets or furniture, nothing more even if expensive.<br><br>Irranou... number 5, pulled with all her strenght at the leash while the people began to bid on her. Her hair and fur was wild, unkept, and the pattern of her fur barely showed and especially her long blonde hair hid even more. Her new owner would need to take care of several things prior to showing her real beauty was one thing the auctionator was telling the audience, in hopes to raise the above th ones of number 4, but the audience seemed to be taken back by this wild girl, not because she was wild but looked unkempt, as if Irranou coult not take care of herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Black Market Furs [Yyrsheenakoon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starkweather</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 03:27:15</strong>
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				The young man's eyes narrowed and his head tilted. A new female had been brought on the stage. She was wild. Almost feral. She had obviously been caught recently. Perhaps days before this night. Just as he had been promised, just days before. A promise of a still-wild furred female. A pound of unsculpted clay ready to be formed into the shape of his decision. This brought a small smile to the young bidder's lips as he raised his right had, which in turn raised to current bid to half a million dollars. Less than a minute later he raised it again, and the bid grew to a third of a million. The young man did not stop there. He would do anything to have this girl. <br><br>"Sold! To the young man in the black shirt!"<br><br>With a smirk, the lad rose from his seat and made his way onto the stage, and right up to the chained feral. His head tilted, this time in the opposite direction. He stayed just out of reach. She needed a haircut. And a shaving. He could tell the quality of the fur was high, though. She had probably been bathed recently. Groomed like a family pet. His smirk grew ever so slightly. He wouldn't want to be that groomer. Or what was left of him, anyway. <br><br>"Unchain her," the young man ordered to the handler whom had just appeared to his left.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Black Market Furs [Yyrsheenakoon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SheenaTiger</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 04:57:07</strong>
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				Irranous ears twitched, they wanted her, thy were placing numbers on her to get her and they got higher and higher until the man who was selling her told the crowd that she was sold. She growled, she not wanted to be owned, she was born free and had the right to life free, she was a free being. She pulled more on the chains and trie to get free and blinked in surprise as she suddenly was free. She had not heard the order to unchain her and thus looked confused down on her chains since she barely ever thought she could really break the chains.<br><br>The moment she realised she was free and recognised one of the men at the stage not as one of the seller-team. She screamed in anger and jumped at him, she wanted to scratch his face with her nails, even after they were cut and shortened as the only thing they took care of, not to make her look better but to take away something that could possible be dangerous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Black Market Furs [Yyrsheenakoon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starkweather</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 10:06:58</strong>
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				[ Oops! Almost forgot about you! ]<br><br>The young man reached with skilled hands, catching both of the feral female's wrists, holding firm against her attack. An amused expression washed over his face as he observed the rage that bled out of her. Clearly, she did not want to be here. Unfortunately for her, she did not have a choice in the matter, and would just have to accept it. But did she have the mental capacity to understand this fact? She's part animal, after all. It was important to figure this out early, as one does not want to be surprised by the clever thought and raw power of a high-functioning fur. <br><br>And thus, he watched her. Made eye contact, and waited. Waited for that spark of cognition to show itself, so that he may guage just how intelligent this young female was. Of course, he didn't allow himself to get too close, even though he had a hold on her. Too many a holder has been kicked viciously in the crotch by a wily fur. That isn't something this young man wanted to experience.<br><br>"What are you so angry about, girl?" The young man asked, dumbly, fishing for an answer that would prove or disprove that this girl could form proper thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Black Market Furs [Yyrsheenakoon]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SheenaTiger</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 14:16:32</strong>
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				(happens to me sometimes too ^^; )<br><br>Irranous hissed at her buyer and pulled back as good as she could, but withut use, she was unable to free her wrists from his grip. Of course she needed some seconds to realise that fact, after all she needed to test his strength first, but as soon as she got aware of it she tried to kick him between his legs. To her own horror he was an inelligent person and stood far enough away and her foot not reached him.<br><br>She hissed and growled even more as he spoke up again, she understood him clearly, but she not wanted to show him how much she understood each and every word spoken around her and that she was able to form most sounds that humans were able to use. Instead, as answer she began to fight again but her eyes are unable to hide her intelligence.
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