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Feral - not domesticated or cultivated; wild.
"Be careful of that one, got a real feral quality about him."
Danny eyed the slave being spoken about and read through his details on a data pad. He'd been born in a mining colony; one of the farther outposts, kind of place that didn't put much effort into training and teaching slaves. In those places, only the strongest survived. Kind of place that was neglected and overlooked by the lawmakers of the land. The man had a wild, hauty look in his eyes. Challenging. Resistant. How had a slave from a mining colony outpost ended up on the markets as a house slave?
He had Danny intrigued; There was a mystery to solve, a riddle only he didn't have all the peices to form an answer. Not yet. He liked a challenge, it was part of his job as a Detective and as a Master. Challenges were a daily neccessity to juggle the responsibilities of having several slaves to tend and care for. Each with their own individual needs and personalities. He knew it was cliche, but resistance was futile. A slave had little choice but to conform or suffer the consequences; but he was a fair and just Master he liked to think.
Danny looked at him again and it was true, he did look feral. Wild and untamed; a task Danny felt compelled to undertake. It wasn't a case of purchasing him and breaking him. Taming him, that was the goal, bending him to his will, smooth down the rough, discover who he was underneath.
'Slave 687-309,' Danny read on the data pad. He smiled and waved the handler over, to begin bargaining and haggling for a fair price.
'687-309," Danny thought to himself. 'Think I'll call you Steven.'