Thread: Read the Fine Print [Ziggzagger + Original Content]

The travel in the caravan was a cramped miserable one, as usual. The smell of many females in one territory sent violent tingles down Lulin's spine. She kicked out, forcing space for her sleeping legs and kicked another young girl square in the ribs. The girl yelped in pain and rubbed the wound, but didn't bother to look Lulin in the eyes. None of them. By now they knew that her rage was a species of its own. In cramped spaces there was no point in trying to play bold and standing up for one of the weaker ones anyone could end up as a rotting corpse contorted on the floor if they took too much time. Besides, there were bigger problems than a few bruised ribs at the moment. The slave trade had recently started a traveling show, offering their 'goods' to those who lived their lives on the road. When one lucky farm-hand had sold several of his slaves, by offering them to weary travelers, it had become an epidemic. Slave farms began to split up in two groups - The Weaker and The Stronger. Naturally the weaker were singular task slaves that would break if you lashed them well enough with a good stick or two. The Stronger were the more wild slaves, as they called them, that were either unfortunately captured or born in captivity and raised to last. Lulin was one of the latter, if that could be considered better. Born a Shifting Lioness, there was no better place for her than on the road. Today, the foster owners hoped she would finally sell. Lulin forced her head as far to the right as she could to peer through a peep hole that had been carved into the wood wagon by some reluctant slave ages ago. The land had finally become more hospitable, having changed from a vast sandy land to some amounts of greenery. She raised her nose to the hole and inhaled deeply, taking in the cool are and taste of unclaimed territory. How she wanted to maim these worthless women. How can these women be considered as The Stronger? They look as though they would wither under the sun on any given week. Probably meant for the lonely ones who rest often. A pity I have to suffocate in a space with such horseshit. The wagon lurched to a stop and for sometime they didn't move. Instead the could hear the sounds of a camp being built in quite a hurry. The males, that Lulin so longed to taste, that had been brought were being whipped to construct the showcase in haste. They must have found the perfect intersection for Trades and Travelers. Lulin stretched as much as she could in her tight spot, accidentally clawing the young woman she had previously kicked. Stop that! I know you mean to prove something, but we are no better than the other in here! The woman finally cried out in protest. Lulin's ears instinctively pulled back, but the shifting of the bolts on their wagon door seized any further action she was sure to make. Through the bodies of and smells Lulin was leaping across toward the doors that poured in blinding bright, afternoon light. The pain caused a moment of recoil, but when all could at least squint forward she was faithfully standing, as least best as one could in short wagon, in front of the open doors. As eager as always to be free, I see Lulin. Maybe here on the road you'll finally see your place. We're quite tired of feeding you, and older man with heavy eyes looked up at the eager lioness. He did not step to the side, his rank was still imposing and he would not be looked down on by a slave. A swift slap to Lulin's thigh sent her to her knees and looking down. Now as I was saying. You ladies here are the specials of the showcase today. Men are the best companions for bodyguards and as pack mules, but there a few of you here that can accommodate the other needs. Don't be surprised if you are picked to fill the role of a man. No slack will be given! The money spells the role! You're worth dollars to me now! All but Lulin seemed to shrink farther into despair at these words. She wanted nothing but to be out of the stinking Slave Farms and into the open air where a lioness was meant to prowl. Not even a new owner could calm the fire in her, as so she felt. She would do well to be sold, but she worried somewhat about the scars that covered her arms. If that would not drive one to feel she was unfit it would then be the sole fact that she was a Shifter. Her rounded ears, similar to that of a lioness showed well above her mildly groomed light brain hair. Her tail, although usually wrapped around her waist similar to a belt, often flicked outward or tapped impatiently against her hips. The rest was resolved in fur along her midsection and around her breasts and obviously around her hips and genitalia. For some reason she'd not been a hit with the Home Owners, but a strong willed beast was, hopefully, to be a hit on the road.