The day was hot and muggy, the sun shinning above the auction market and baking everything below. Pressed together, the bodies in the crowd were sweaty and ornery, pacing in their respective places before the items, creatures, or slaves they were interested in purchasing. The market had been open since early that morning, but these cages had come in late. Over the drone of the auctioneers' calls and the bids and the banter came the slightly squeaking of wheels and jingle of metal chains as they bumped over the dirt path to the auction stage. The sound across the wooden platform was momentarily deafening to those near the front, forcing the callers to pause for a moment until the large metal cages settled in their place. Once their rolling was silenced, the noise picked right back up.
There on the platform, the two large metal barred cages sat, settled in place with blocks around the tires to help keep them from rolling if some commotion were to perhaps rock them. Each cage was easily over six foot tall and at least ten long. They took four large men each just to roll carefully without fear of losing control of them in the crowds. Those men were tending to the checking to chains and bolts and clasps that hooked into several of the bars. One, presumably the auctioneer for their set, walked up, grabbing a thick burlap looking cloth that draped the first cage, hiding it's contents from view and pulled firmly, dragging the cloth down and allowing it to fall into a crumpled heap on the ground. There, laying in the floor of the cage was a magnificent creature the likes of which this auction had certainly never seen. The red dragon appeared calm and serene in her sleep, certainly kept under some spell or powerful tranquilizer. Her blood red scales laid smoothly over her skin, the edge of each one just touched with a rim of black that made them stand out against each other. If one were to look closely enough, it would appear that the scales were moving almost. In fact it was visible blood coursing through capillary like tunnels in the scales, boiling as it passed along it's course. Protruding from her brow was a horn to either side, sloping back gently and leading a trail of spikes that ran sharply down the ridge of her spine, ending in a pointed tail.
The calm beauty of her form was broken by the view of her bindings. Her jaws were held shut by a thick iron shackle that cut in around the curve of her muzzle. Her forelimbs were bound together with similar shackles and chained to one side of the cage. Her hind limbs and tail were bound and chained to the other side. Around her mid section were two rings, tight enough that they tore at the delicate skin of her wings, binding them to her back so that they could not unfurl. The man did not stop here though, he proceeded to the next cage, pulling free the cover that hid the cousin dragon behind it. This dragon was awake, bound much more lightly than the first. Her jaws were bound shut, and her forelimbs bound together and chained, but she had enough room that she was backed against the far wall, huddled in terror as her eyes darted across the members of the audience. Her tail had been bound to one hind limb, likely more for her own protection than theirs as her hind limbs were still free. Her body longer and leaner, more serpentine looking. Rather than simple spikes down her spine as the other, spines, thinner and more bony protruded, held together by thin layers of skin like that of their wings. This, small sail of sorts, led all the way down to where her tail ended with these protrusions on both top and bottom, creating a wide paddle like shape that allowed her to move more efficiently in water. This dragon was a beautiful sky blue in color. Her scales tipped with a ridge of sapphire, but not moving like the first. Every time she huffed a fearful breath, tendrils of smoke rose from her nostrils like that of a human's breath on a freezing night. Her eyes were a rich sapphire that matched the tips of her scales, a ghostly almost white blue rimmed the pupil and burst into the iris around it.
The auctioneer turned to the crowd as the other men continued to tend to the cages, constantly making sure things were secure, watching the red dragon much more intently than the blue. The man raised his hand as he began to call... "Ladies and Gentlemen, Ladies and Gentlemen... if you'll look this way I've got a real treat for you... Never seen before here, and you ain't never gonna see it again! This here is last two remaining live specimens known in these parts! That's right, the last two living breathing dragons. I'll start the bidding with Miss blue here!" Her turned and grabbed the bar on the front of the cage and shook it slightly. She winced as though he would hit her before raising her eyes curiously at the crowd again. "Little miss blue is a real beauty, and safely trainable. You won't need tranqs... just keep her chained up and won't be no time before you've got her eaten outta your hand for sure! Perfect for a pet, a companion, hell a trophy... true beautiful specimen! Who wants to start the bid eh? How about a thousand gold pieces? A thousand anyone? Wasn't easy bringin you these girls alive and well, a thousand! Who's got a thousand for the blue one?"