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Cancia placed the necklace around her neck, feeling the jewel looking at it for a moment. What did this man want with her? Why did he seem to trust her? She touched her face where he had touched her, she wished she could see what was on it.
Glancing up towards the strange blue man for a moment, Cancia followed his directions by walking on towards the alley. She wasn't used to being a slave like Rash'yeth, she wouldn't realize that walking ahead of her master would not be seen as proper.
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Drac'tror walked after his slaves and into the alley way. He found the vampiress rather easily and motioned for the two to follow him "Looks like we're going to have company" He said leaning against the wall again and slightly relaxing. He was calm now that he had procured justice, He could set them free if that is what they wanted however it would be best to do so outside of the city. '5000 gold pieces each, that's a lot for a slave' he thought and shrugged. He deemed it his duty so it was gold well spent.
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06-11-2008
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Milika heard the door of the nusert open. She knew those foot-steps. The quiet, soft steps of her mistress, Kalone. Kalone was extremly beautiful, with long golden hair and deep blue eyes. Kalone was the nicest woman she had ever met, even though her husband, Xenith, beleived niceness was weakness. Milika turned, smiling, to bow before her mistress. "Straighten, quick now, I haven't much time." Milika straightened to look into those immense eyes. Kalone spoke again, "I am so very sorry. I love having you, you are a great nurse, and my children love you, but they have grown up, and I will have no more. Xenith wishes to sell you, and I cannot object any longer. He will be in here soon to grab you. I must go, I will miss you." The beautiful woman gently touched Milika's soft cheek, then turned and hurried off, tears in her lovely eyes. Milika's mouth dropped, but she said nothing. She bowed as her mistress left, her hand reaching up to the spot that lovely hand had touched. Large, silent tears spilled from her blue eyes. "Sold? It cannot be. Have I grown so useless?" Milika had raised Kalone's children since she was five, the time of Kalone's first birth, and now the oldest was fourteen, and the youngest 11. Milika had been trained as a nurse of infants and young children, and there was another nurse for those over ten. There truely was no use for her. But she was still young, she could be re-trained, couldn't she? Loud footsteps coming down the hall interuppted her thoughts. Xenith was coming. She wiped the tears from her eyes, and turned to face him, bowing as soon as he came in. "You! Get your belongings and be down in two minutes! You are to be sold!" She slapped her on the face, hard, before she could respond. "Yes, Master." She said limply, and he left, satisfied. Milika hurried to grab her things and raced down the stairs. She knew two minutes meant less than one, or a beating. She walked out the door, shown the way by another sad Neko slave, her cousin. Milika smiled sadly at the younger girl. Xenith was waiting outside with the 'buggy', as he called it. To her, it was another horse drawn peice of wood in wheels. She woudn't tell him that, though. A beating would surely follow. There was another slave girl who drove the 'buggy', so she would be in the compartment under the seats, like usual. Milika reached the 'buggy' quickly, but apperantly not quickly enough. "What took you so long? I've been waiting forever!" He slapped her hard again, then grabbed at the back of her head, and slammed her face into the ground. He lifted her up by the hair, and threw her in the tiny compartment before closing the lid. She had kept her small bag, held with her mothers old belongings, tucked safely under her arm, and held it close as she passed out. A little while later, the jolting stop of the 'buggy' awoke her. The girl driving, no doubt one of her cousins, neices or aunts, and Xenith's daughter, would be beaten for that. She cringed and wept softly as she heard the angry scream and the slaps and kicks. Then the compartment door opened, and she was roughly pulled out. She looked up at the driver girl, now bruised and bleeding, as she was, and kissed her own hand softly, then blew it to her. She was again slapped for this. Milika looked around. She was at the trade center, like she had suspected. She had heard of it, but never seen it, belonging to one family all her life. She was a dragon man walking away from some beaten, and maybe dead guards with two slaves, a pretty girl and handsome, muscular boy. She watched as they dissapeared into the alley, and smiled for them. They had escaped.
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06-14-2008
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Rash'yeth resisted a sigh as he followed his master into the alley, giving one last glance up at the Trader's Hall, he saw a strange cat-girl being marched up the steps, he shook his head slowly, he couldn't help, he'd just be sold again, she was probably from that family, the one that only kept females, he shrugged at her, what could he do that wouldn't just make it worse?
He stepped into the alley slowly, hanging his head, "S-sorry master," he mumbled, he'd taken too long to follow, it was his own fault as he took a beating for that, he braced himself, waiting for what would come, he looked up slightly and looked at the girl, she looked too proud of herself, too happy, he would have to tell her how to act, maybe, in time, she would become as broken-willed as he was, though he doubted it, he didn't know what would become of him now.
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Xenith tied Milika to a poll outside the trade center, not wanting to leave her with the 'buggy'. She winced slightly as he pulled to knot tight, pulling sharply at the skin on her wrists, but he didn't notice. He tied her ankles, too, to a small loop on the ground. He had to ensure that she couldn't sit, suspended by her wrists with her legs behind her, tied like some prisoner.
As Xenith turned to leave, Milika summoned up the courage to ask him a question in a weak voice, barely above a whisper. "What will happen now?" She did not look at him when she said this, but at the stone cold ground beneath her. Xenith stopped and turned abrubtly. "Who said you could speak, wetch?" Milika felt the sharp blow to her stomach, and heaved out a blood-spattered breath. "You won't get to know your future, it is not a right you have. All you can know, is it will surely be dismal." He laughed an cruel laughter before punching her hard in the chest, and walking away into the trading center. Milika wept softly, her tears mixing with the blood that trickled out of her mouth and nose and dripping into the red puddle beneath her.
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Cancia, as usual, rather innocent of the whole slavery issue, walked up to the blue man who had just bought her.
"Do you see that?" she tugged at his shirt a little, pointing over, looking appalled. "We can't let him do that! do something!" She thought, about rushing over, attacking the man that had just hit the girl, but then, she might end up in the same situation she was just in, or maybe worse. Better to wait, let this man who had saved her, or, bought her rather, decide. She trusted him though, he would take care of it.
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06-21-2008
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Drac'tror nodded he couldn't let a slave get treated like that, not when the slave seemed to nice and so polite. He approached her not caring what others thought he knelt down beside her holding out a hero's fruit for her "Eat this, and come with me" He said directly to her mind. He didn't care if her master came out right now, he might have even enjoy it if he did come out. He could feel the dragon's rage building inside him and he would have to find a vent for it sooner or later or he would certainly kill a person for something simple.
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06-22-2008
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Milika cringed and looked up at the man. She tired to reach up to wipe the blood and tears from her face, but her hands were still tied. She studied the dragon man. He obviously had powers, he hand placed his words in her mind. She wondered what he wanted with her. Was her here to help, or a lowly theif, or worse, who wanted to kidnap her away. She shuddered.
"Who are you, what do you want." She looked at the fruit infront of her, but couldn't grab it, forher hands were still tied. She sniffed hungrily. 'Hero fruit. Damn, I'm hungry...' Her mouth watered.
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He felt stupid for not removing her bonds as he sliced the rope apart witha simple movement of his sword. The ropes simply fell apart dropping away from her body. He handed her the fruit again while he glanced her over, she was hurt bad, she really did need the heroes fruit if she was to survive much longer. "Have you ever heard of the valiant knights?" He said to her mind composure showing he had peaceful intentions. "I free the slaves who do not need slavery, I stand for no injustice" he added after a break as he stood again. "Come with me, and he won't hurt you again, no one shall hurt you" He smiled at her as friendly as possible for him
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Rash'yeth sighed as he watched his new master walk towards the girl, then he remembered the other girl, the pretty, headstrong, stubborn one, he turned to her and shook his head, frowning, she was another slave, he'd be able to speak to her freely to her until their master came back, though, under the watch of the pale woman who had bought him first he didn't think he would get much in before he got hit, he rolled his shoulders and summoned up whatever bravery he had, turning to the girl, he stepped a little closer, whispering, afraid to speak much louder than that, "You can't do that, you know," he started, "You're a slave now, we help each other out as much as we can, but you've got to learn that you can't demand things from your master, you'll just earn yourself more bruises," he let out a sigh as he mentioned the bruises, rubbing one of the more painful ones on his neck.
"It's normal around here, you probably can't tell, but we're not quite liked around here, it's because we're slaves, we're lower than the pets they keep to amuse themselves, we're going to get beaten all the time, whenever our master isn't keeping an eye on us, others will do it to us, you can't save no one but yourself," he shrugged, it was the truth, you helped another slave and you died, it was as simple as that, he'd seen it done enough that he knew he didn't want to do it himself, one had to put ones safety first before that of others, "Unless you live out in the fairy isles you're not safe, even then there'd be raiding ships going after whatever pirate towns they dig out," he glanced about fearfully, if a trader saw them simply idling and chatting in an alley of all things it would warrant a beating for them both and it would be just as brutal for both of them, regardless of gender or health, he took a quick step away from the girl, hanging his head again as he waited for his master to return and give him a new order, what else was there for him to do?
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