What is a Master?

Amy Sunders · 12-12-2011, 08:37 PM

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Caspa strode ahead, indicating the path they were to follow. Amy stood at her customary spot at the horse's head, with Hadley behind the wagon. Putting him there had been a habit. She'd often tied slaves up in the back to keep them from running away when she traveled. Hadley wasn't tied up, but the expectation was clear. He was to stay back there and not leave that spot. If he did, Amy would deal out the consequences.

Waiting for the time to pass Amy smiled at the guide. So this is a merchant pack, you said? This news did not make her happy at all. Amy had been expecting to compete against a few loners at the most, but dealing with an entire pack was far more than she'd bargained for. There was no way she could kill the competition off if it was a whole pack. No matter how hard she tried someone would probably survive, and then she'd have to deal with being hunted down by grief stricken canines with a twisted sense of justice.

Caspa Al-Fateh · 12-13-2011, 06:04 PM

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It was a relief that Amy was between her and the equine, for Caspa was extremely wary of the large beast's hooves. She had never hunted a large animal, or had any kind of close encounter with one. Not until the day that crazy stallion had snatched the coat off her back in the Cour des Miracles stables. At least he'd been restrained by a closed door. She did not turn her head when Amy spoke; did not catch the smile given. She thought of the caravan. It had been the first of its kind from the Arte pack, and she wondered if they'd continued the project. "Not exclusively, I think. They are craftspeople, too. The caravan was full of their own produce. But they are keen to trade, or they would not have made such an expedition." She felt she was rambling on a little, and her voice tailed off. "You haven't introduced me to your friend at the back." She fell back a little, feeling the track she'd set them on was easy enough to follow, and crooked her head to the side to glance over her shoulder at the battered male. "What is your name, brother?"

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Amy Sunders · 12-13-2011, 06:50 PM

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The path Caspa was leading them along had faint markings along it, enough to see that this trail had been used before. Amy was still unsure if there would be any turn offs though, and she would make the most of her guide. She glanced sharply as Caspa dropped back to speak with Hadley. You don't need to know his name. He only exists to serve after all. Would nobody leave her alone about the slave? It seemed almost everyone she met was interested in getting to know him. Maybe she should rent him out for company or something.

Hadley's eyes had widened at Amy's words, and he shrank closer to the wagon. He hadn't moved from the position Amy had left him in at all, too afraid of her wrath. Amy clicked her tongue to the horse, keeping it moving at a decent clip. She turned her head to Caspa. So tell me about this pack of yours.

Caspa Al-Fateh · 12-14-2011, 05:26 PM

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Caspa looked from the ambiguous face of Hadley to the back of Amy's disapproving head, one dark brow raising, the other slanting quizzically - was she caught in the middle of a domestic conflict at the stage of throwing spiteful remarks, or was that statement sincere? The woman was acting more and more abruptly, and there was also something wrong in the face of the male and his fearful retreat. It was only now Caspa realised how fresh his hurts smelled, and how deliberate they looked: no brutish marauder attack had made those cuts and slow-healing scabbing. An idea was starting to form in her mind and she wasn't sure if she liked the look of it. She had to stall, though. "Indeed? I know some who would love to say that about their mates but do not dare." She wondered if Amy would take this as a compliment, or be offended by Caspa's slight assumption. As of now, she was basically fishing for conformation. Amy's question allowed her still more opportunity to delay the inevitable conclusion. "It's name is Cour des Miracles. We are an organised clan of cavaliers and courtiers." She guessed the next line of inquiry would regard their desire for supplies, but she was no longer sure that the woman before her was someone she was willing or morally able to deal with.

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Amy Sunders · 12-14-2011, 07:19 PM

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Amy burst into laughter. Mate? Caspa actually thought she and Hadley were mates? That was the oddest thought yet. If Hadley was Amy's mate she'd have puppies, and Hadley would be treated as an equal. Sadly, Amy had chosen him for other things. She shook her head. We are not mates, though I can tell you his company is quite enjoyable. Amy hadn't slept with Hadley herself, but during a night of drinking another female had. From the sounds she'd heard, Hadley had been quite good.

Teasingly she winked at Caspa, drawing it out suggestively. Amy didn't mind giving the wrong impression. It was none of her business who Amy had slept with, after all. She listened with interest as the pack was described. It was a french name, much to her surprise. A court of miracles, hm? That was very interesting indeed. Amy wondered who had named the pack, but the division was much more interesting to her, as well as their names. Amy knew about courtiers. They were the sniveling subordinates who followed the leader around and fought for power. The cavalry was new though.

Are there many cavalry members? Do they all ride horses? Why is there a two part division? Do they have equal standing, or is one more popular? The way the pack was designed was intriguing to Amy. She was used to a single tier system. Having more than one would get confusing, as the ranks would be muddled and one wouldn't know who's lower or higher. How did the pack deal with this?

Caspa Al-Fateh · 12-17-2011, 07:17 PM

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Caspa trembled with concealed disgust. As she suspected, it was not only an immoral captivity that related the two, but Amy thought to hint at an other kind of sin - less reprehensible, but still wrong. She flicked aside a few locks of shorter hair that had come loose around her ears, forcing a smile as if playing along with the trader's light banter. "Is that so." Although her expression aimed at nonchalant amusement, she had hoped this cool comment could kill the unfeelingly distasteful conversation held at the poor male's expense. Thankfully, Amy couldn't care less what Caspa thought or had figured out. A barrage of questions from the front of the wagon came rolling back at her. This was unfortunate, for now she had to try to maintain a smooth manner while answering and also considering her options. They were far enough now that to head back for support would alert Amy and give her time to escape. Caspa didn't think she would even try, though, but it was too much of a risk. She could not allow herself to fail to uphold her most strict of ethical codes. She could already feel the world around her becoming sharper and more significant and she had to use all her relaxation techniques to restrain her tension from showing - especially in the olfactory sense. "We keep a balance. Many are excellent equestrians, although personally I detest the animals." She glanced at the horse, half expecting it to lash out even from within the confines of the wagon shafts, then chuckled at her own defensiveness. It really was an irrational fear - horses were only a prey animal, to most canines, after all.

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Amy Sunders · 12-18-2011, 06:23 PM

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Amy nodded her head. That made sense. Horses would be in demand then. Mentally Amy plotted out her route, making plans to stop in a tribe outside of the territory to pick up horses. She could get a good supply, three or four of them roped together. Her other questions had been dodged though. Frowning slightly Amy looked behind her, seeing what was wrong.

Caspa appeared uneasy, though from the glance she shot the horse Amy could only assume it was because of the fear she'd talked about. Amy chuckled lightly. And the tiers? Are they equal or is one ranked above?

Caspa Al-Fateh · 12-19-2011, 11:43 AM

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It seemed Amy had picked up on the deliberate shortness of Caspa's answers, as she asked the same question again. The hound had hoped that the mention of 'balance' covered this neatly enough, but she did have trouble with English sometimes despite having been born to it as well as her father's native tongue. "They are equal, yes." Her words were getting so sparse that surely Amy would notice something was up soon, but Caspa's mind was full of what she had to do and certainly it was common for her to be perceived as a dog of very few words, anyway. She had glanced back a few times at the male, who was still unnamed. She was so much slighter than Amy: if help would be available, Caspa must take it. But she had a strong feeling she could as much expect help from the horse as from the cowed-looking wolf who trailed behind. This did not bode well as to her chances against the golden-furred woman, who had intimidated him into such submission. She would have to seize the element of surprise. Caspa felt her claw brush against a stone, and glancing down saw the flint-sharp edges. She bent and scooped it up, swift and coordinated from her juggling practice, and palmed it facing away from Amy so that she could not see. If the male alerted her... all could be lost. Caspa prayed he would not, as she scoured her large resource of anatomical knowledge for the best place to quickly disable with a thrown missile. From behind, it was harder than openly facing - as she would have with an honourable target - but probably the skull or back of the neck... yes. She breathed deep, readying herself.

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Amy Sunders · 12-19-2011, 12:29 PM

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Something more than just a fear of horses was going on. Caspa's answers were growing shorter, despite her openness at the beginning. It had been a fair trade of knowledge, and now it appeared Caspa was trying to back out of it, for whatever reason. She pulled the horse to a halt, and walked towards Caspa. She would figure out what was going on. If this was another canine trying to cheat her, well, Amy already had plans on how to deal with that.

Her brown eyes steadily stared into Caspa. Amy's posture had always been dominant, but the slight was not noticeable before with the distance and the attitude towards Hadley. It could have been aimed at teh slave, after all. There was no mistaking it now though. A challenge shone in her eyes, daring the dog to do something.

And the leaders? How are they? Her voice was cool, as if Amy was just continuing the line of questioning. Underneath though Amy was coiled, ready to spring. If this dog tried anything funny, pack or not Amy would make sure she paid. Amy always received equal value, after all. If this girl chose to devalue what Amy had given, Amy would take the payment right out of her skin.

Caspa Al-Fateh · 12-19-2011, 01:22 PM

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They were stopping. Why were they stopping? There was no impediment ahead, and they'd only been on the trail for fifteen minutes or so. Surely the horse didn't need a rest yet. Unless Amy had never meant to continue on to the Cercatori pack at all. Unless her intentions had been quite different. Perhaps both she and the domineering dog were covering up a secret plot. At least, thought Caspa bitterly, she'd been honest to start with. It was only now she was going back on her word, knowing her unavoidable duty came before breaking a promise, especially one made to a villain. The wraithlike white dog's eyes glittered with a fervour beyond her size. She guessed she was about to be attacked, because there was definitely something wrong with Amy's behaviour and it was obvious this journey would have been called to a halt whether or not Caspa had decided to do so herself. At least the other woman did not realise that Caspa had already been prepared for violence, and perhaps she would still keep that precious element of surprise. Caspa drew herself up as if in reaction to Amy's approach, though she would never match the other woman's lofty size. "That is a question worth stopping for?" Caspa asked lightly, disbelievingly, as if suspecting nothing. "They do well, as far as I know, I have not seen them today." She spoke with a quizzical frown, waiting for Amy to relent her advances and for the warning light to pale in her eyes a little, before her arm would swing and the floodgates would open. Or - if Caspa's suspicions were justified - for the slaver to make a further aggressive move, which would have exactly the same result.

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Amy Sunders · 12-19-2011, 02:33 PM

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Amy's eyes narrowed. That was not the answer she'd been looking for, and this mutt probably knew it. Angry her hand fell to the short sword at her waist. She forced herself to release it, taking deep breaths. The female would be punished, but not with a sword. She'd broken a promise, and that called for something much more primal.

Standing still she faced Caspa. You have broken your promise. You promised me information, yet I get nothing from you but dodging the true worth of my questions. Am I going to have to drag every answer out of you? Her hand slipped down to the knife. So much better for the work she was planning. A sword was for death. A knife was for torture.

I'll ask you one more time. How are your leaders? Her voice was taut, almost singing in the manner she spoke. The horse froze, thinking that moving it's head might have been wrong. Hadley scurried back, trying to hide behind the wagon.

Caspa Al-Fateh · 12-19-2011, 04:27 PM

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Amy was being harsh, by Caspa's estimation. Unsurprisingly, as she was already pretty much written off in the judgemental young dog's eyes as a worthless and utterly depraved character, capable of any kind of monstrous misdeed. But Caspa would not be threatened. Resolve setting, she lowered her head as if apologising to the tall canine and acquiescing to her demand. "I am sorry. Their names are..." she said softly, in her low and grave tones, and then - knowing that the element of surprise and misdirection could be achieved in more than one direction, but whether by her, with no practice, was another question - she spoke again, still sedately, "...too good for your ears, slave-driver." Then she threw the stone with all the speed and direction her juggling reflexes could give her, aiming for the brow, and assuming Amy was taken aback enough not to duck so that it hit - she could not afford for it not to hit - Caspa lunged forwards, long but narrow jaws snapping to cut into the other dog's jugular, knowing that this must be an assassination, not a brawl, for otherwise she was doomed.

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Amy Sunders · 12-19-2011, 04:52 PM

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Caspa lowered her head in apology. Amy relaxed slightly, pleased to be listened to. She really needed that information. It wouldn't do to have it blocked off by some mutt that didn't know her place. Her ears remained focused on the dog, listening for the names, only to be caught off guard by the insult.

Snarling Amy moved to hit the dog, only to be surprised by a rock thrown in her direction. When had the mutt have time to pick that up? She twisted to the side, the rock merely grazing her ear. Mind sharp as a blade she watched the dog lunge forward, noting the lack of training. If the dog had had training the move would have worked. Amy could almost admire the natural form at the moment before snapping back to the present. Drawing her fist upwards she reached to hit the jaw, stopping it before it hit her, and preferably breaking it along the way.

Caspa Al-Fateh · 12-19-2011, 05:04 PM

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Only a canine disabled by a blow to the head would have failed to avoid Caspa's plainly-stated lunge, and the stone had missed; Amy's reaction to the insult being far quicker and more brutal than expected, it sailed pointlessly past her ear. Caspa had committed herself fully to her attack, but her teeth didn't even come close to their target - there was absolutely no way to avoid the powerful blow that cracked into her jaw, snapped her head back and took the rest of her flimsy body with it. Caspa flew backwards through the air, legs pedalling to keep purchase on the ground but the momentum was too much and she came crashing down onto her back, head whiplashing into the earth. The sky had a pattern of branches over it, which was spinning and unfocused. Her hands heaved at the ground, managing to lift her a few inches up, but while her head continued to spin she could go no further. She gasped, head turning to look for the male, her dark eyes fixing on his pleadingly. "Help me, we can take her together," she attempted to say convincingly, but she didn't have enough breath to make this sound at all credible.

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Amy Sunders · 12-19-2011, 05:27 PM

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Amy laughed, a cold heartless sound coming from the delicate appearing female. Her mask was fully removed now, revealing the heartless demon inside. Hadley won't help you. He's mine. He won't lift a finger without my word. She stopped by the slave, resting a hand on his cheek for a moment. Hadley couldnt' control the shiver that passed through him. Here was the dog that had captured him, ripped him apart despite his superior strength. He just stood and watched as Amy continued towards Caspa.

It really is a shame that it turned out this way. I need the information on your pack, or else they won't fall into line. Oh well. I'll just get it from another member. Grinning viciously she stood over the female, knife in hand. Her eyes completely mad she stabbed down, aiming not for Caspa's throat, but the arm that laid exposed to the side. She wouldn't just kill this mutt. Amy would do it painfully.

Caspa Al-Fateh · 12-19-2011, 05:47 PM

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There was more pain and disorientation than disgust crossing Caspa's face, but the disgust was there as Amy touched the male - touched her property. Caspa could only snarl, baring her so-far useless fangs. She could never accept that one could belong to another. Even with animals. Perhaps that was part of her dislike of the horses. They were so willing to comply with whatever the wolves and dogs that led or rode them wished. Caspa was always expecting them to rebel, as she would have. This was worse, though. Hadley was a fellow luperci being trained and treated as nothing more than a possession, his freedom and free will tarnished forever, if Caspa was not too late - if Caspa was even going to survive. There was blood on her bottom lip now. "You are a devil. Evil." The world was not spinning as much, and adrenaline convinced her wrongly that she still had all her strength. She maintained the dazed expression though as Amy bore down upon her, then moved her arm at the very last moment to avoid the knife, thanking her trained reflexes from the bottom of her heart. Without skipping a beat she whipped the same limb out to the side, attempting to knock the knife under the wagon. She could do nothing else to repel Amy from her prone position but slid her feet along the floor so her knees were bent, ready to knee, kick and claw upwards if the woman tried to come any closer.

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Amy Sunders · 12-19-2011, 10:37 PM

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The knife was knocked out of her hand, bringing a snarl to her mouth. Amy cut forward, planning on moving in beside the female and tearing into her with her claws if she had to. She did smile, however, at Caspa's insult. Standing beside Caspa she smiled down. Can't you do any better than that? I've been called so much worse. Drawing back her hand she got ready to punch Caspa in the stomach with enough force to break the ribs.

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It was a relief to at least get the knife out of action, but Caspa had been expecting a further attack anyway. It chilled her bones to realise Amy was so confident in her supremacy that the woman did not even care about finishing the fight: she was happy to draw things out with idle banter. Caspa wanted to prove her wrong, show her not to underestimate a Miracles baroness. She would not waste words on the slave-driving scum. Caspa arched her back and used her hands to lever herself back onto her feet, meaning to strike again in the same movement but once upright she teetered and had to regain balance, the pounding in her skull telling her all was not well within. The second's delay meant that when she finally did jump for Amy, it was into the full force of a heavy-fisted punch. Caspa folded around the blow, the sickening noise of it nowhere near as frightening as the realisation she could not breathe. The winded wolfdog stumbled backwards and drove a shoulder into the side of the wagon to stop herself falling down again. There was mist blurring her sight. She couldn't breathe or move, clutching her ribs as if willing them back to life. Her black eyes swivelled and fixed on the woman, for they were the only part of her still mobile. There was no surrender within, just cold antagonism. Even uninjured, Caspa had no capability for bloodlust. Her style was calculating and thought-through. She could not choose to back down in this case, though: she was resolved to stand her ground to the death. Nor could she win this fight on fair grounds. All she had left was to hope for blind luck or a miracle... the return of the ability to breathe would be a start.

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Amy Sunders · 12-20-2011, 07:48 PM

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Amy smiled with satisfaction as she felt her fist collide with the foolish dog. Caspa should have known better than to challenge her. Amy was powerful. She had controlled an empire in Europe, and soon would control this new land. She watched the dog's eyes begin to cloud, knowing that the end of this fight was coming soon. The mutt would die.

Amy walked forward, her pace unhurried. Caspa wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Reaching the dog Amy smiled, enjoying the pain reflected in the dog's eyes. This was enjoyable. Not as good as the information she'd wanted, but still very good. Amy went to grab Caspa's head, planning on smashing it against the wagon. That would be enough to kill the dog. At least Amy thought so.

Caspa Al-Fateh · 12-20-2011, 08:32 PM

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Her chest hauled at the air, drawing a little oxygen, but not enough to recover equilibrium. Even the little she did get was poisoned by the smell of her enemy, a smell Caspa wondered if she would carry to her death. The frail hound's eyes wanted to close, she noticed with chilly observation. She wanted to lay her head against the wooden wagon and fall asleep as if on the bare floor of her hotel room. She could just wait here for the struggle to all end, giving up her life to change the world. But she knew it would change nothing. Amy had to be stopped. She tried to straighten up again under the approaching gaze of Amy who had a final sort of look in her eyes, unable to escape the crushing constriction in her lungs she could not speak or do much other than writhe and weave pressed against the wood. A hand seized her cranium and Caspa froze, finding the woman with her eyes. There was a delight within that froze her heart. She could not do anything against the strength of that arm but she gave a ferocious, silent snarl, lips drawn back and contorting her whole face with contempt. She lashed out with her feet to try to score into Amy's body in any way possible, although she knew this was only a futile attempt to delay the inevitable. The back of her skull ground into the boards and she was free from the pain at last, slumping into unconsciousness.

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