Prologue
                                                


    Kneeled on the floor with cuffs on his wrists ready to recieve his punishment. The arctic wolf clenches his teeth tightly as he feels the sharp pain on his back from the small whip. He dares not make any type of sound for fear that his Mistress only to infuriate her more. The wolf feels the whip strike him four more times as he shuts his eyes fighting to not let one tear fall from his eye, also for fear she might see this as a weakness. Pushed to the floor hard and stays laying there until told to stand. He hears footsteps getting farther and farther knowing that she is probably looking for something to hurt him more or just tired of him. He can only stay there, lying on the wooden floor, cursing himself for being careless when he knew the consequences of being careless never goes unpunished. He begins to think his past......

    This is the modern day where technology is seen just about anywhere and crime runs rampant. His life began here in a small old shack where there lived a poor female arctic wolf. She had a small white pup within her arms, rocking the pup to sleep. She could not keep the pup long because she wouldn't be able to feed him since her late husband died defending the family from thieves. One day she decided to leave her pup at the orphanage hoping he would find a better family that would be able to take care of her son far better than she could. She left the building leaving a trail of tears, never to be seen or heard from again. Around his neck is a small collar with the inside his name engraved within, Kieva. As he grew he never took off his collar, ever. Though life was about to only grow much worse for him.

    A few years pass by and his age is now 8. He plays with his friends in the playground behind the orphanage, never knowing that his happiness with come to an abrupt end for the rest of his life. He was called to meet his new father, or so it seemed. He was quickly taken away from the place and quickly taken to some sort of building in the outskirts of the city. He was only told to be quiet and never speak another word or else he would get hit. This was a place of some sort of slave training. He saw others working hard, washing clothes, sweeping floor, scrubbing the floor, washing dishes. He started to cry not wanting to do such a thing but had no choice and was thrown within the rest of the others. He was quickly told to be quiet or else the "Master" would come and punish everyone with more work, especially for the one who starts trouble and is taken to a dark room, which almost every kid would be most afraid of in that age.

    He was taught to do all types of chores from scrubbing the floor to washing other's clothes. He cried at times but quietly as since he feared very much what might be in that room. He started to learn how to clean most things which is one of the basic things slaves would do most of their entire lives until they perish.  The chores kept changing once a week. One week would be scrubbing the floors, the next would be washing clothes, and then next would be washing dishes, and it goes on, and on, and on.

    One thing he noticed is that the Master, and his assistant who "adopted" Kieva, kept talking about something but he could never hear their voices due to others like himself either just talking to others or crying. Though what he noticed is that they kept either pointing or staring at him. Of course each time that happened Kieva would just turn away and continue furiously at his chore hoping they wouldn't come down and take him away for punishment. It will be nothing but work all day long and for rest of his life.

    While being here he was trained at nothing but learning chores and nothing chores. His body was mostly aching from the hard day's work. Though each night he always had a hard time sleeping due to the poorly made beds which felt almost like a rock. He didn't realize that this was also part of his training, since most slaves aren't allowed to sleep in beds and are forced to sleep on the floor. This small training was only the beginning of it. For now he was allowed to have a small, thin cover and one extremely small, almost flat pillow to be placed on the foam mattress. This is what happened to him for his first 7 years of training.

     As years slipped by and at the age of 15, he learned to cope his new life but never be happy again and much less to smile. Though he did not learn it by choice. He was forced to learn it after many years of nothing hard work. He was soon transported to a new place where he was taught to do many things like sowing, cooking, special cleaning, fixing things, and many other things. This was the point where his will was broken and could not think for himself anymore and all he ever knew of the world before was gone. 

    He didn't even know his name anymore and soon had forgotten about the collar that had his name engraved within but never looking at it because it was soon fashioned to look more like a slave collar with a small iron ring attached to it so as to be chained up by the next owner. His sleeping room was now empty from anything except for two bowls, one for food and the other for water. He couldn't own anything else as well since slaves don't have any possesions.

    Once he arrived at the new building, he would resist on some days being extremely tired of his work or try to speak his mind. Unfortunately this was not taken lightly and was punished severly by being whipped, punched, beaten almost to the point of going unconscious. His greatest pain wasn't from his punishments but from one thing that he feared most and hoped it never happened again. 

    At the end of his first week, he was taken to a room with a pitfire in the middle. He was pushed against the floor in a kneeling position and his hands were cuffed to the ground so he would not move. All he could see was someone coming his way with a giant iron rod with some sort of symbol at the end of it. He placed it in the fire until it was red hot. He immediately knew what this ment, he was to be branded. He immediately closed his eyes as the panther began to walk towards him knowing whats next. All of a sudden he feels a sharp pain on the left side of his chest and screams in pain as he feels his skin searing under the hot iron. It felt an eternity as he finally felt the iron pulled away from him and falls to the floor in great pain with tears flowing from his eyes. The last bit of his spirit and will, finally shredded as he is marked as a slave forever.

    He realized now that his life had just gone worse and will continue to grow worse until the very day his life is gone. For his first year he was quickly taught to read and write but to rarely speak until told to do so. He was also taught to never sleep on bed, eat at the table, speak freely, or do anything that his or her Master does. Anything that is considered freedom is but erased from his mind completely.

    On the next two years, he was trained in martial arts. Though the main reason for this kind of rare training was because of many reports of slaves being killed and many owners not being able to defend for themselves. Also mostly because buying another slave is very costly in many places. This was the only time when he considered a time of calm and peace, but thanks to this kind of training he also learned to keep most of the things in his mind out. Things that he should not be thinking.

    After the two years of martial arts training, he was trained in many things relating to home work like cooking, sowing, and so on. He was a little afraid at first when it came to cooking due to the fear that he might get burned and didn't want to remember what happened to him during the branding. He continues on to learn how to cook certain special foods but if any of his cooking turned out bad, he would be quickly sent to be punished again until he would get it right. The same happened to many other types of training like sowing and so on.

    By the time he reaches the age of 20, Kieva was very much grown up but unlike other slaves, he had a small tone to his body as well. His body may be strong but his mind is now completely weak. He was also the only one of his kind there as well. It turns out the his kind were very rare in slavery. His blondish hair, white fur, having a tone, and being a young arctic wolf, was a rare slave. At least now he knew why he was stared at most of the time since he was 8 years old.

    Though because of his appearance, it attracted many buyers from around the world and thus giving the HeadMaster a very good idea. Kieva was quickly grabbed from the arms and taken into room, where two other furres waited for him. He was held tightly so he would resist and they began to rip and shred his clothes off except for his collar. Of course he felt very embarrassed at this point and was given a small silk cloth which could barely cover his private area. Two blue bands along with two gold spirals were placed on his upper arms and two black ones on his wrists, definitely marking him as a slave. 

    At this point he was quickly told that if he would ever escape, he would have nowhere to hide because of the symbol that was branded on him and he would be taken back to his Master only to be punished. He was also told that many slaves who tried running away would be killed as punishment. All he could do is nod lightly as he understood what he heard.

    The Headmaster quickly ordered for his departure to be auctioned off into the market, ready to be sold to the highest bidder. Of course during the auction he was very much embarrassed after seeing so many people looking at him but not with a caring look but more towards his body and he began to breath a little heavily from so much embarrassment. He stood there until the he was finally sold to some male lion with a toothy evil grin look on his face.

    After he was specially transported to the lion's big mansion. While there he was beaten around just like most slavers would do. There was not one day that he would not be hit. For every command he was given, a hit would follow. He was only given table scraps for food and tied outside in chains during rains, storms, snow, and heavy sunlight. Although the snow he would not mind much since he is an arctic wolf after all. Still this was his most miserable life ever. He couldn't defend himself much either since he was puny looking in comparing to a large muscular lion. Once he felt his full force of his powerful muscles as he was hit so hard he flew across the room onto the wall almost falling unconscious. Within the next few days as he was at the point of giving up on his life, he was quickly sold back into the market. He may never feel happy but was relieved of never having to see that lion ever again.

    After being with different types of Masters for 8 more years, his age was now 28. He was being sold again and this time at some place called Furcadia docks. His life was miserable at this point. He stood on some sort of platform along with others. Yet the others were scrawny but not Kieva. He had built his body up from those 8 years in carrying many heavy things for all the masters he ever had. When he looked up to see the crowd, he noticed one thing, they were all females. He had heard of being one day sold to a Mistress but knew that females buying male slaves were extremely rare.  From the platform he could hear from the crowd that he was an extremely rare looking slave. He realizes that his type was even more rare around these places around females than other places.

    Of course again he could only feel embarrassment as he is pointed at noticing the exact look on the faces he once saw before, but something was different this time and yet was not very sure what it was and yet it made him uncomfortable and embarrassed. Finally the auction was held and many began to bid wildly for him. Prices reached so far that even the auctioneer was amazed that so many would want him. Once again this was due to his extremely rare appearance. Suddenly there was one particular cheetah who bid an enormous amount and was quickly sold to her. He was quickly transported to a place called Lakeland Cove which was his new owner's land and told to stay until his new Mistress arrived.

    As the first day went by he quickly knew there was something different about her but knew well not to think of such things. She was a feline, a cheetah, but a beautiful one. She wore oriental clothing not like the type he has seen before. Her name is Zekora Sapeur. Of course he could not think of such words and thoughts because he just didn't know how to. All he knew is that there was something that he liked about her but that would be it. He kept it to himself though as he knew if he spoke anything like it he would surely be punished. For the first time in his life he went throughout the whole day without being hit once. He was rewarded for the first time as Zekora came up to him and said in a stern voice, "You have done a good job slave. Your reward will be to sleep inside instead of out in the cold bitter air. You shall sleep on the floor at the end of the bed of where I sleep." He could only nod and say, "Yes Mistress," and with that she turns to go to bed. He can finally relax knowing for some reason he would never be treated so bad like others.

    After the third day passes, his mind becomes a little more cloudy full of thoughts he should not be thinking of and suddenly breaks a small dish. He knew that Zekora had not heard it because she had gone somewhere but would return shortly. At first he thought of hiding what he has done but knew it would not matter because she would know about it sooner or later. A few hours later, after she arrived, he quietly walked up to her to help her with her things but not before telling what he has done in a very low tone with his head down, "M-Mistress.... I-I have broken one of your dishes. I-I.... I am ready for my punishment." Of course he didn't expect her to be light on his punishment but was caught of guard at the fact that she was surprised to hear his slave actually taking responsibility for what he has done. Though still she was furious at hearing what he had broken and quickly said in a menacing voice, "Get up to my bedroom at once! I shall deal with you in a moment."

    He knew what was coming to him. So he just prepared himself to just take the punishment and kneeled on the carpet and waited. He heard the footsteps going from the stairs and started to breath heavily from being so nervous. Waiting for punishment has always caused him to breath very heavily due to nervousness and a bad feeling in his stomach. "I have thought about your punishment slave, I have thought at first to give you 50 whips for such carelessness, but since you came to me and told me about it, I will reduce it to just five hits." He immediately clenched his teeth as he heard the number 50 but immediately opened his eyes as he heard the last part. Still clenching his teeth as he prepared to feel his punishment. He was made to put on some cuffs at first, then tied to the floor to make sure he wouldn't be able to cover his back from the whips. He wouldn't do such thing anyway, since he just couldn't bare with himself in any case and in his mind he started to curse at himself for each and every mistake he has ever done in his life.

    He feels the first hit and is compelled to whine or yelp in pain but refuses to do so for he would be afraid it would be taken as a sign of weakness. He feels another strike and closes his eyes as he feels the pain shoot across his back. "You are nothing! A brainless animal to serve me," shouted the Mistress at his slave as she lands another and another hit on him. He finally feels the last whip on him and is pushed against the floor by her foot. He shuts his eyes tightly fighting off the tears that are building in his eyes. She uncuffs him but tells him not to get up but to stay that way until she says so. At that moment he has a flashback of his past from what he has been through. All the pain and suffering he has endured for such a long time and most were all done on purpose. Yet for the first time he has brought this punishment upon himself and still curses at himself. He hears the footsteps getting farther and farther until he hears some what of a clank hit the floor and a voice comes from around the corner in a calm voice but with a demanding tone to it, "Get up slave. Go wash yourself up and fix me.. dinner." He opened his eyes and could've sworn that sounded like as if her voice started to break up at end like as if she was about to cry. He shakes the thought off and slaps himself on the face for thinking of such a thing. 

    He went into the bathroom and took off his only clothing and stepped into the shower. There where one wouldn't be able to tell, he let out all his tears from his eyes flow down along with the water as he kept thinking, "There was no such thing as a sentimental Master or Mistress." He continued to clean himself and turns his back to the glassdoor. So what was to become of Kieva now being owned by Zekora? He didn't notice though that he was being watched by her through the glassdoor with a tear in her eye.....