The Wolf of The Rising Shield Hero

Chapter 1

Bete, a silver haired wolf demi-human with amber eyes and blue lightning stripes on his cheek, crouched down in the shadows of his shared cage, he released a soft growl in irritation at being unable to escape, before wiping the blood from his bloody and bruised body. His ears perked up at hearing the Slave Trader and an unfamiliar human.

???: so, what exactly are you offering me?

 He looked at the racoon girl before listening in on the new conversation. 

Slave Trader: Can't you tell by just looking, they're slaves my boy.

???: tch, no way

At this point Bete had gotten bored of listening and started trying to get comfortable in the shadows , before falling half asleep to gain energy whilst also remaining alert, also his battered body ached for some kind of rest. Next thing Bete paid attention too was the footsteps stopping infront of the cage he was currently half alseep in all because Raphtalia, a Racoon demi-human, coughed due to her disease, Bete stayed silent whilst watching the cages cover being pulled up , luckily he was still in the shadows. He glared at the human male with half lidded eyes whilst also trying not to create noise, however he ended up catching his deep wounds on the chains around his neck, arms and ankles and let out a pained growl. The male looked towards Betes spot before suddenly half commanding them both to lift their heads, Bete being stubborn refuses to do so whilst Raphtalia does so immediately. 

???: I said Lift your head!

 The male stares at the male wolf before Bete looks up glaring at the Male. Bete growls at them before going back to messing around with the chains trying to picklock them while the Slave trader goes on to Describe them both. 

???: I've decided they'll do.

-Time skip to the Slave Ritual-

Bete sits next to Raphtalia glaring at the human male, known as the shield hero watching Raphtalia becoming his slave before long it's his own turn causing him to glare at the Trader being unable to do anything to escape due to the torturous wounds all over him along with bruises so he begrudgingly allowed the Trade to draw a circle with the strange black oil and blood mixture causing him a burning pain, making him release a pained growl, his tail flicking in irritation.

???: whats with that?

Trader: Hm? nothing to worry about the pain will dissipate soon. That slave crest branded on their chests makes it impossible for them to defy you.

???: 'Huh? set as companions?'

Trader: there you go good sir, they're all yours 

???: 30 silvers right? 

The unknown male places a small bag of 31 silver on the desk

Trader: theres one extra in here

???: thats your commission, you were going to ring it out of me anyway now weren't you?

Trader: well you certainly know your stuff

???: now then guess I'm supposed to know what you're names are right?

Raphtalia starts coughing whilst bete just stubbornly stares at the floor.

???: well? Tell me your name. I said whats your NAME.

Raphtalia: i-i'm called Raphtalia

???: Raphtalia huh, and you?

Bete: tch Bete...

???: Raphtalia and Bete..., lets go

The male grabs Raphtalia and Bete's wrist and drags them behind him as he walks out.