Thread: What One Finds in an Auction House (Translucentfeathers & Janus)

Dominic watched silently as the auction began, his sharp cold gaze flicking over the individuals brought forth to be sold off, each more mundane and boring than the last. Surely there were several good looking men and women but they lacked something...something he couldn't quite put his finger on, each failing to capture his interest as their defeated and subservient gazes stared out fearfully or even hopefully at the audience as they awaited their fate. A grimace twisted over his features as Dominic began regretting his decision to come out this evening. None of these potential 'pets' had anything unique about them, all of their fight and sense of self gone with their willingness to simply submit as quickly as possible to whomever placed the highest bid. With a slight sigh of disappointment he straightened, preparing to leave, unable to stand being in the crowd and deal with the rabble any longer when the announcer's words caught his attention. The auctioneer had taken on a tone that spoke of his excitement in this next sale, his voice carrying as he announced the fully grown werewolf as being next on their list for sale. Dominic turned, glancing back up at the stage to see a large cage bearing a man with a mess of brown hair struggling to get to his feet. He listened idly as he pushed through the crowd and made his way up to the stage, closing in as much as he could to eye the seemingly broken were. It was a pity to see a creature of such strength reduced to this, and his lips curled in a tight frown when the werewolf stumbled and clung to the bars. Dominic knew that werewolves and vampires were bloodborn enemies, hating one another on a biological level, but there was still something to be said about respecting ones enemy and their strength. He wondered what it had taken to cause such a man to have become so broken when his nose flared, a sharp pungent odor hitting him. He noticed it then, a slick shine of oil on the werewolf's bare skin where wolfsbane had been thrown over him to weaken him. The werewolf was not broken, merely being kept tame by essence of wolfsbane, which by the sheer amount indicated this creature was likely a fighter and a struggle to deal with. It took less than a moment for Dominic to step back from the cage and nod at the auctioneer, having lost track of where the bid was but not caring. It appeared it was between him and another vampire, Lord Durlac, a cruel old one who had been around longer than his own sire and was known for collecting things. Dominic continued to bid, quickly out matching Durlac and winning the auction, as well as the werewolf. A brief triumphant smile chased over his lips when the word SOLD! rang out over the crowd as they clapped at the sport they witnessed in the brief rivalry. Dominic offered the other vampire a curt nod before returning his gaze to the stage hands that were approaching him in regards to delivery. It would take several hours for transfer, as the werewolf was not a normal pet who could simply be collared and handed over. The cage would be delivered to his home and he was to wait for him there. With a final glance at his prize, his new pet, Dominic turned and left, the excitement of finally finding what he was looking for causing his step to quicken as he made his way home. Dominic sent his man servant Carl out for the evening, giving him leave to spend the next week visiting family outside of the city to allow him time alone with his new pet. It also would spare the elderly gentleman any accidental harm should this werewolf attempt to escape or resort to violence. The white button up he were was untucked, the sleeves rolled up around his muscled forearms as he directed the men where to move the cage in his large foyer, leading them to a quiet study not far off. The walls were lined with books with thick leather furniture and dark decor accented by a large fireplace which he had Carl set before the man left so as to keep his newest guest warm until he could trust the werewolf with clothing. Dominic tipped the delivery men well and shut the large front doors before striding back to the study, latching the double oak doors behind him before he turned and watched the werewolf silently, finally alone with his latest purchase.