Freki Rosewood

Freki rose a brow as the master approached, he loosely recognised him from the council offices, but he’d never actually spoken to the other. “They are tips. From entertaining.” he lied easily, the bet forms now safely tucked away inside his the cash tin. “Being a claimed slave does have its perks like having a choice on who you do and don’t have to sleep with.” he smiled.

Originally posted by for-the-love-of-rob

“Wasn’t aware we were paying slaves to entertain, claimed or not. So really, where’d you get the money from?” Ben wasn’t going to take it, he was just curious. It wasn’t like he gave the slave money, whatever poor souls did would have to suffer their losses. “Be honest, little one. Wouldn’t want to have to punish you because you like to fib”.

Freki hadn’t entered the fights knowing he most likely wouldn’t do well in them, he could hold his own, but a lot of slaves had stronger abilities than him and years on him. It wasn’t worth the risk. What was worth the risk was letting slaves and staff get a piece of the action. It was easy enough to set up, he just had to be careful to ensure that it was done swiftly and securely. 

He held himself in a booth, hidden in a dark corner of the room, telling the slaves serving drinks to spread word of his little project. If masters could bet on the poor slaves fighting, so should the staff and slaves. He was organising bet slips and cash when he noticed some approach, “May I help you, honey?”

He had been watching the staff for a little while in between being groped by random passers by. They seemed to be going back and forth to one particular spot in the corner of the room and after an hour or so had passed, the celestial was able to slip away to try and find out what was going on. “What are you doing?” He asked curiously, trying to peer over at the bits of paper he had in his hands.

Freki hadn’t entered the fights knowing he most likely wouldn’t do well in them, he could hold his own, but a lot of slaves had stronger abilities than him and years on him. It wasn’t worth the risk. What was worth the risk was letting slaves and staff get a piece of the action. It was easy enough to set up, he just had to be careful to ensure that it was done swiftly and securely. 

He held himself in a booth, hidden in a dark corner of the room, telling the slaves serving drinks to spread word of his little project. If masters could bet on the poor slaves fighting, so should the staff and slaves. He was organising bet slips and cash when he noticed some approach, “May I help you, honey?”

Rhoan had been itching for a fight for awhile now, but he hadn’t tried to enter himself into the event.  This seemed like fights where no one would be holding back, and Rhoan wasn’t the best of fighters – especially if he went up against one of the centuries old slaves.  So the barghest had just resigned himself to watching instead, figuring he could have fun that way too.  He’d heard of another slave taking bets and, curious, Rhoan had wandered over.

“You better be careful.  Some guys aren’t exactly bein’ too tight lipped about this.”  He began, stopping in front of the other slave and offering him a bit of a grin.

Freki hadn’t entered the fights knowing he most likely wouldn’t do well in them, he could hold his own, but a lot of slaves had stronger abilities than him and years on him. It wasn’t worth the risk. What was worth the risk was letting slaves and staff get a piece of the action. It was easy enough to set up, he just had to be careful to ensure that it was done swiftly and securely. 

He held himself in a booth, hidden in a dark corner of the room, telling the slaves serving drinks to spread word of his little project. If masters could bet on the poor slaves fighting, so should the staff and slaves. He was organising bet slips and cash when he noticed some approach, “May I help you, honey?”

It was amusing to see all the masters placing bets on which slave would win. Ben wasn’t taking part in it though. He liked to save his money, and he wasn’t going to throw it away over a little fight club. Still, he listened to all the masters go on and on about their picks, and why they were so sure they’d win. 

Something else caught his eye as he was milling about. A slave counting money was a strange sight to see, and he watched the little one for a while before approaching. “I’m not sure, can you? It seems like you were busy counting a bounty. Where’d you get it from?”

Freki hadn’t entered the fights knowing he most likely wouldn’t do well in them, he could hold his own, but a lot of slaves had stronger abilities than him and years on him. It wasn’t worth the risk. What was worth the risk was letting slaves and staff get a piece of the action. It was easy enough to set up, he just had to be careful to ensure that it was done swiftly and securely. 

He held himself in a booth, hidden in a dark corner of the room, telling the slaves serving drinks to spread word of his little project. If masters could bet on the poor slaves fighting, so should the staff and slaves. He was organising bet slips and cash when he noticed some approach, “May I help you, honey?”

In his travels, he overheard some of the other slaves were apparently partaking in some gambling of their own. Always eager for some games (the fact they were illegal made it all the more fun), he asked where he could find the ringleader of all this. He was directed to the booth where Freki sat, and judging by the paper and money in this slave’s hand, he safely assumed he had the right person. “You the one in charge of the slave bets?” he asked, a small smirk tugging at his lips, “How do I get in on the action here?”

“Yeah, I’m in charge of the bets here.” he hummed, licking his lips as he stashed the winnings for the first round in a cash tin. His own takings were placed on the inside pocket of his jacket. “You can place a bet.. Fill out a slip and put your money on whoever you think will win.” He shrugged, sliding the other a pen and a bet slip.

Fight Pit Event

All slaves and staff can participate in their own unofficial game of bets with Freki Rosewood. Just post your bets publicly using the #krovsfightbets tag and send the link of the post to @lostlonepup 

There is also a starter that you can reply to :)

Josh looked at the younger boy and smiled a little. They met recently and he found his demeanor cute. They had been talking for a while in that very same position. Freki’s head resting on Josh’s lap while Josh caressed his hair. He wasn’t sure if perhaps that was the reason why Freki had fallen asleep but Joh didn’t mind. The only problem was that it was getting late and the fae didn’t know if it was a good idea for the young wolf to stay there for so long, “Hey, wake up, you probably should go back to your master’s suit soon,” he said softly.

“He’d be fine with it.” he smiled softly, sitting up a little and looking at the other. “You can even run a hot bath if you like, Madds won’t mind he doesn’t mind me having friends or anything.” he hummed, offering a hand to the other. “Wanna come up?”

Fray had wanted to see his master, he hadn’t seen him since heat week. “Madds.” he called stepping into the suite, moving to the office before knocking on the door. “Hey handsome!” he smiled, licking his lips. He took off his leather jacket, looking at the other, “How are you feeling?”

Josh looked at the younger boy and smiled a little. They met recently and he found his demeanor cute. They had been talking for a while in that very same position. Freki’s head resting on Josh’s lap while Josh caressed his hair. He wasn’t sure if perhaps that was the reason why Freki had fallen asleep but Joh didn’t mind. The only problem was that it was getting late and the fae didn’t know if it was a good idea for the young wolf to stay there for so long, “Hey, wake up, you probably should go back to your master’s suit soon,” he said softly.

Fray had tried to go out and make more friends but he had been very tired, he could tell he was slipping into sleep when he was with another slave, but he couldn’t stop himself. Especially since the other had been playing with his hair.

He grumbled as he woke, shaking his head, “Madds wouldn’t mind.. But.. why don’t you come back with me? We could have a sleep over. The suite has better food and beds.” he smiled softly.

Fray had wanted to see his master, he hadn’t seen him since heat week. “Madds.” he called stepping into the suite, moving to the office before knocking on the door. “Hey handsome!” he smiled, licking his lips. He took off his leather jacket, looking at the other, “How are you feeling?”

Josh looked at the younger boy and smiled a little. They met recently and he found his demeanor cute. They had been talking for a while in that very same position. Freki’s head resting on Josh’s lap while Josh caressed his hair. He wasn’t sure if perhaps that was the reason why Freki had fallen asleep but Joh didn’t mind. The only problem was that it was getting late and the fae didn’t know if it was a good idea for the young wolf to stay there for so long, “Hey, wake up, you probably should go back to your master’s suit soon,” he said softly.