Thread: Master/Slave NSFW RP  (Northern Ranger & Noise)

This really wasn't his day. No, correction. This really wasn't his week . Oh, things had started out normal enough, but then they had come. The humans, barbaric creatures that they were, had decided to raid his tribe's territory. And now Devitt was one downright pissed off Kitsune. Never mind the fact that his life now lay in these humans hands, but did they really have to collar him? Yes, that was the thought that ran through the lithe Kitsunes mind as he waited, shackled and enchained, in a cart belonging to the slave traders that had captured him. He would have never believed that things would turn out like this. And to think, it had all begun because a few of the kits just had to wander past the edge of their land and out into the open. Human traders that had been in the area wasted no time in tracking down the defenseless kits, scaring them witless and following them back to camp when they ran for the safety of their families. Thats when the peace of their small settlement had been forever broken. The men and women that defended their clan were slaughtered, their homes were looted for anything of value, and the younger Kitsunes, those deemed attractive enough, were taken and readied to be sold as slaves on the black market. And yet, Devitt was different. He was not yet world-wary enough to be called a true adult, but he was the oldest out of all the younger Kitsune, having reached his majority only a month before. As such, he knew he had to take charge he had told all of the surviving Kitsune to go without a fight, knowing it would make things much easier for them, while he himself had stood up for the pride and honor of the clan. He had managed to escape the makeshift prison the traders had created for them, and certainly did not make it an easy job to catch him again. In fact, he had taken down a least four of the men before being recaptured. He grinned widely at the memory, the expression full of sharpened teeth before it faded slowly. Unfortunately for him, the humans were quite a vindictive bunch, and had devised a plan to make his impromptu foray into slavery all the more unpleasant they were planning to hand him over to much crueler traders, ones whose reputations even his isolated tribe had heard of. Once he was told what they were going to do, he truly began to feel fear. Things hadnt really sunk in yet, but at that moment he wondered whether he would lose himself to the torture he would undoubtedly be subjected to, or if his will was strong enough to ensure he would remember who he was when all was said and done. Fast forward a few days of being pushed around while on their way to their edge of the dividing forest, and here he was, being broken out of his somber musings by the sound of voices, that of his captors and a distinctly male one that was unknown to him. A low growl resonated through his chest as he was roughly tugged, via chains, out of the cart. The sound easily turned into an annoyed huff as his already dirtied and torn clothes were drenched with mud, causing the male Kitsune to stare haughtily at the slaver in charge of him. His attention, however, was soon diverted to the stranger, the owner of the unknown voice and now, his new handler. He covertly studied the larger man, then rolled his eyes at the sight of the transaction. Still, a part of him deflated a bit, as he knew he would be getting no help from his apparent escort, what with how much he was being paid. By the time the whole interaction was over, Devitt had resigned himself to the fate he would face once they reached the other side of the forest, and yet even as the chains were pulled once more, he kept his chin up. He carefully but nearly arrogantly sauntered over to the horse as well as he could within his shackles, as if he were a king waiting imperiously for his driver, his rather fluffy tail and ears twitching in what could be interpreted as impatience.