Ze Jacobs
The jingling of chains sounded from a large cage near the back of the slave shop, drawing attention to the male werewolf chained down and muzzled on the floor. Dark brown eyes glared out from between the bars, shadowed by messy black hair. Guards watched the young werewolf with mixed emotions, those drawing near the cage receiving snarls from the slave, who tried to lash out and strike them, but was held back by the heavy chains binding his wrists and ankles. The guards drew back anyway for fear that the young male would somehow manage to strike them. Ze huffed to himself and knelled down, his sides heaving. Despite his low energy level, he'd been fighting since the day he was brought into his market to free himself. He'd escaped time and time again, which started the slavers putting him in chains and the mule because he would bite, hard. "This slave is crazy, he should be put down rather than sold to someone he could hurt." Ze heard one of the guards say. He snarled loudly and lunged, his cage jolting with he movement. The guards closest jumped back in fear, looking down at the werewolf with wide, scared eyes.
