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Part Two: Some Kind of Test

Slagar had not wanted to accept this female, whether as a gift or even to pay for her, but he had not had a choice. The whole time he'd been encouraged to take her chains the female had been snarling and snapping her teeth until the wily stoat took the veil upon her face and tied it tightly about her jaw though she seemed to slather and growl like a diseased monster. The female obviously was not fond of the idea and her aggressive manner seemed to echo around the room and fascinate the other beings. Slagar knew very well that his ownership of the vicious vixen was some kind of test arranged by Black Eye and coerced by Snowspit.

"You're the only fox around so you're probably the only person who can deal with any disease she might have..." Black Eye had grumbled gently to try to encourage the fox into thinking it was because they were both foxes. However, Slagar had a feeling that the other slavers around this community were eager to know just how good at his job Slagar was. Everyone seemed to think there was something wrong with the fox... that the snake had made him strange and that he was not like them at all. Slagar was too secretive and kept his slaves away from the others, never bringing them to auctions on the coast or passing on the information of where he was selling his. They also knew Slagar tended to capture youngsters only, not adults and that confused them.

So... Slagar had guessed that this was how the other slavers were going to reveal everything about the fox. They wanted to know what he did with his slaves and how he would cope with a female of his own species and age in his care over the winter. Slagar had to admit that the vixen in front of him was stirring up some strange sensations within himself, but he was also a little afraid. The last time he had been around other foxes it had been when he'd returned to his fox tribe after escaping the snake and begged them for help. They had seen his face and his wounds and they had abandoned him to his own fate... being around another fox was unnerving! But perhaps that was the point, these other vermin wanted to know just how damaged the snake had made him.

"Well... I could use another healer taking a look at my wounds, but I think I'd have to give her a beating to keep her in her place. Still... I doubt she understands anything more then when she is encouraged to dance or when she is pulled about... you don't really seem to have a skill with females of a much more dangerous persuasion." Slagar chuckled gently and thankfully it was a gesture echoed about the tent and Snowspit did not seem to take any offence. In fact, as Slagar knew it was expected of him and he did like to leave these sessions on good terms, he smiled playfully at the stoat. "Thank you... it will be an experience I won't forget."

"Good... we've been calling her Ebony, by the way. Oh, whenever she was being too aggressive I'd shove her head in some water - she seems terrified of it so use that to your advantage!" Snowspit hissed cruelly and the mention seemed to jog memory into the black vixen as she produced something akin to a violent hiss! The stoat and the fox had not been expecting the reaction and had automatically frozen as if the sound had been produced by a nearby snake. When they had calmed themselves and realised what was going on, the stoat was frustrated and grabbed one of the vixen's gold-lined ears, tugging it firmly like he was scolding a troublesome child. Slagar did nothing to stop him, but he had the sensation that he should really be offended by Snowspit touching his property. Whether the vixen really was his property was exploratory; Slagar assumed she was only his for the length of their experiment. "You better take her back now with you, she only makes the evening gloomy and you look bored. Maybe she'll give you some sport!"

"Perhaps." Slagar sighed before giving a playful yawn and standing up straight. He patted Black Eye's shoulder in thanks and bobbed his head to everyone that looked to him for a farewell. He even shook hands, tightly, with Snowspit before jerking the chains to encourage the vixen up. Straightaway she showed her stubborn streak and refused to move, Snowspit and a rat slaver sitting near him looked furious and Slagar knew that this was the first test. He tugged the chains once more, gently as if it were one of the nervous youngsters he was selling, and the female flicked an ear in thought. But then she pressed her ears back against her head and gave another low growl... but Slagar knew what to do with her, he didn't see it as any different from dealing with a child. Swiftly he grasped her scruff, making her yelp and yanked her straight up onto her feet. When she turned fast to strike at him, Slagar grasped her wrist and pulled it up and back into an awkward angle before she gave a whimper of pain. Then he let her go, tugged the chains and this time she followed him to the astonishment and excitement of everyone watching, except Snowspit.

Slagar still did not know what to do with her! He stood just a little ahead of her, watching as she mimicked his footfalls to his tent, he noted her head hanging low and pitied her for it. There was little he could do in public about her behaviour or her mean attitude and really he knew he shouldn't even have any thoughts or at least feelings towards her. She'd been given to him to do whatever he wanted to and whatever the others expected him to do. The idea of what they expected him to do was not terribly unpleasant, but Slagar was not overly keen on the chance of getting close enough to this tempestuous bitch to get his only good eye removed! Even so, Slagar noticed that one of the chain bracelets around the vixen's ankle was far too tight, the foot was slightly swollen and in the process of dancing she'd cut herself and there were all the signs of pus about the iron. He curled his lips in irritation, but at least cleaning that wound might give them some area to work from.

Once they entered the tent however the vixen began to snarl again and yet obediently she allowed herself to be sat on some cushions on the floor and chained up to Slagar's bunk. He would not be letting her on his bed and he would not be giving her much free movement, but the fact he gave her something to sit on made her ears flicker about as if she were confused. Slagar then switched one chain from her ankle to her wrist and then removed the veil about her mouth so she could bite and snap at him as much as she wanted. This change was unusual and the vixen gave a few chattering sounds of frustration and yet continued to snarl like a savage at him. Slagar just ignored her noises and foreign tongue, turning straight to a bucket of water and gathering some salt, scattering it into the water and then stirring it around. The vixen went quiet for a time, watching him in fear and confusion, but then Slagar stepped over to her and she lifted her lips to bare her teeth at him.

"A slave who needs a foot amputated is worthless. You'd better hold still because if I have to knock you out with a bucket to clean your wound, I will!" Slagar snarled, imitating the angry grimace his mother used to wear whenever he'd done something silly and left it too long before telling her the wound had gone funny. The vixen seemed to freeze and he wondered if maybe she was not as dumb as Snowspit had made her out to be, just a little unusual. When Slagar knelt down in front of her and gently lifted her wounded ankle, she relaxed her leg and made no motion of fuss or complaint as he took a scrap of fabric and slowly wiped some of the muck away from the band. He then un-clipped the band with the key he'd been given and gently set it aside. He waited for a moment, expecting the vixen to kick him or try her luck to escape, but she remained patiently waiting for him to clean the wound.

Grr.... Slagar growled to himself as he heard the vixen yelp in pain when his cleaning uncovered an abscess and he'd automatically squeezed it. A pinch of concern crossed the fox's face and he looked toward the vixen that was scrunching her face up again, so Slagar gave a snort of concern and then shook his head. He did not want to remember the past anymore, if only because the character of 'Chickenhound' had been killed by Matthias the Warrior and reborn as Slagar thanks to the snake Asmodeus. Just recalling the name made the fox shudder and he stopped cleaning the vixen's wound, only to put things away and snarled angrily at himself for getting distracted. Then when he put the water out and then went to get some bandages, the vixen had already beaten him to it and Slagar froze in surprise.

"You've even put those smelly leaves in the binding, that'll stop the flies from biting at you. Perhaps you are a healer like Snowspit said." Slagar grunted in irritation, only to gain a surprise when the vixen suddenly pointed at herself and gave an unusual bark.

"Layla."

"What?" Slagar snorted for a moment only to hear her repeat he words and point at herself. She repeated the noise a few times until Slagar nodded his head and pointed at her, repeated 'Layla' and then pointed at himself and grinned. "Slagar... Master."

"Slagar... Healer... not master." Layla, the black and gold vixen, sneered at him viciously. Slagar was surprised at how intelligent the vixen seemed to show herself to be but he was also irritated by her words. The damn vixen was still going to be stubborn with him no matter what kindness he showed, but Slagar was not planning on wining her. He grasped her bound leg tightly and put the manacle back on, making her shriek in pain and scratch out at him. At that moment she caught his hood on the edge of her nails and pulled it off.

The vixen growled angrily at the startled slaver when he realised the hood had been pulled right off. He stood in silence, mouth dropped in shock because the vixen was staring straight into his eyes and ignoring his wounds. She did not seem to be disgusted or frustrated by his dark coloured skin or the way the original layer of skin had not grown back. But then, when she snorted gently, Layla pointed to his wound and made a hiss sound, stating another word before wiggling her arms to imitate the motions of a snake. But Slagar did no appreciate the reminder and quickly he grasped her by the ear and shook her gently before grasping her muzzle. Pinching it tightly so she gave a whine but to his surprise was not struggling against him, Slagar pulled her to look directly at the wound, staring into her eyes and expecting to see the usual fear that most would give when forced to look straight into the wound.

The vixen then did something surprising that made Slagar drop her down straightaway, her tongue poked out and gently she licked the edge of the mangled purple flesh as if trying to comfort any pain he might be having. The fox snarled viciously and although she had not hurt him, for touching the wound alone he opened his hand out and slapped it viciously against her face, making her yelp and drop her head in apology. When she did this, submitted to his aggression, Slagar gave a surprisingly harsh chuckle before looking at her much more carefully. She was not an ugly creature like himself, she was quite pretty in fact and Slagar could not see any reason he shouldn't just do what he wanted to do to her right now!

"Slagar wants something I don't..." Layla sighed pitifully and Slagar stared at her curiously. Just what had she experienced with others before? The fox knew that the lizards were too superstitious to do anything to her... black foxes were said to be omens of storms and death from lightning, but what about the wretches like Snowspit? What had Snowspit done to Layla, apart from trying to drown her? With a gently growl Slagar was startled by Layla as she started moving her arms about for his attention. When Slagar looked to her she seemed to blush slightly before tugging at her clothes slightly. "Stoat Shit dress me. I'm not supposed to show golden patches."

Slagar nearly fell onto his back with laughter at the vixen's ridiculous mispronunciation of Snowspit's name. She obviously did not realise how rude her words were but Slagar liked that interpretation and swiftly patted the vixen's shoulder in gentle reassurance. He then stood up and shuffled to one of his boxes, kept about in the tent by Black Eye, which had a few of his clothes in. He took out an old pair of slacks and a loose tunic before taking it over to her side. He unclipped one of her wrists and passed the clothes to the vixen before slumping onto his bed, tucking the key under her pillow and then watched her.

"I'm going to watch you because I am your master. When you're dressed, sit up on the bed with me. Understand?" Slagar grunted gently and Layla stared at him in concern. She had already explained to him, at least in her thoughts, that she did not want to be touched and then she stared at the clothes. Staring at the trousers in surprise she could not think how to get it on with her manacles, only to find that Slagar had noticed her concerns and slipped off of the bed. With a grunt he prodded at one foot and undid the manacle. "Put one leg in and we'll do it bit by bit."

Layla nodded her head slowly and then did as he requested. Slagar was irritated by the whole pathetic quality of the task but he could not fault the vixen for being chained up. If anything, she was quite quick to dress and eager to put the clothes on and remove the excess fabric that had made her look like a dancer. It was only as he realised how much she appreciated her body being covered that Slagar realised that dressing up and dancing had probably been an alternative to a job she probably would have hated even more. Slagar gave a grunt once she was dressed and then hopped onto his bed, grabbing with his arms and encouraging her to get up with him.

Layla was cautious and fearful of this request but without any complaint she shuffled up onto the bed and Slagar shuffled back a little. Once she lay on her side, back against him so that she could fall off the bed to escape any unwanted attention, Layla breathed an unhappy sigh and waited for a reaction. Slagar stared at her for a little while in confusion and irritation, there was not much room on his bed for him to lie on his back and he was not sure Layla wouldn't try to kill him, get the key or any other 'bad' thing that slaves usually tried when the master went to sleep. So he decided to hook his arms around her waist and pull her into him. Both of them would sleep on their sides... it was the only way!

"We'll sleep like this... no touching, no hurting and no killing. You'll stay where you are because if you leave this tent without me, 'Stoat Shit' will kill you." Slagar grunted and to his surprise Lalyla nodded her head gently in acceptance as she shuffled backward into him a little more to be more comfortable. The sensation of her warm flesh against his was a little worrying however and with her tail brushing so close to the inside of his thighs, Slagar could not help but open his hands that clasped her waist and stroke his fingers over her out of interest and a secret lust.

It would not be long before he'd give in to this lust... he knew it!