A Harsh Master

[Kuro-chan]

In the back, there was a slave who kept quiet the whole time, and now that there was a buyer here there was even less motivation for her to speak; her quiet nature typically caused her to be overlooked by past buyers...that, and the fact she was blind. However, she didn't need her sight, her hearing and sense of smell made up for her long lost vision.

Despite her slim, malnourished stature, she was quite physically strong and surprisingly agile thanks to her long legs that were moderately covered by the rags provided. Her height was unusual for a female seeing as she stood around six feet tall. The nails on her hands and feet were long and had grown out to a point, her white hair that contradicted her dark skin was frayed and overgrown, and her elongated ears shifted at the slightest movement.
Unlike the others that were there, she had no name in particular. It, much like her sight, had been lost and long forgotten. These days, she responded to two things: Slave, and "Eleven" which was the number branded on her right shoulder. It was quite clear she had been there a long time.

 

[Monochrome]

Axel made himself quite comfortable, knowing full well that there was a high chance that he wouldn't be one of those who would be sold. After all, he has the number 5 written on the inside of his right wrist. There were at least about ninety in total although they were all in separate holding rooms. Where those rooms were, he wasn't entirely sure. He eyed the man, appraising. Not many would want a Castanic like Axel. While smart, and great with their hands, they were sly. Not like their Deva counterparts, however, who shed blood needlessly. It's like the Chinese to the Mongols, so to speak of the lore.

The pale skinned Castanic stifled a yawn.

 

[SHpudden]

Rene smiled. She loved fighting it was part of her nature, something she couldnt fight, and didn`t want to. Fighting reminded her she was still alive, even though she wished it was not that way. "He likes a good show guys, just try not to kill each other..."

"My name is Gabriel. Many of you older ones, will remember me i asume." He said as he walked by the cages, nodding when he got to a slave he would like to see fight. He glanced at Ryan, and nodded his way. "I will be taking one or two of you this afternoon. But you must know, for those of you that do know know, I only take the best." He said with a wide grin. "Please do let them know the rules Ivan..."
The slave tammer nodded and took note of the slaves he wanted to see. "You will all fight againts Gabriels personal slave, We do not expect much from any of you so do not feel flattered if you have been chousen. After that Gabriel will choose the ones that have coused more intrest in him." He finished off making a hand jester to Annie so she could start making space.

 

[Kuro-chan]

Eleven groaned internally, Gabriel, huh? She knew that musky scent was familiar. She would have caught on sooner but the newcomer's scent was overpowering, seeing as she was a succubus and a sweet overpowering scent was typical of the creatures to lure in males like a venus fly trap would. Speaking of the Succubus, she would probably be Gabriel's top pick if she had to guess...the shiny new toys always go first around here.

Her curiosity of the new creature soon diminished like most of her interests did and her attention was then diverted to attempting to locate Gabriel's personal servant. Sure, she wasn't entirely fond of the slave or Gabriel, and she wasn't as enthusiastic about fighting as most, but that didn't mean she would lack of; after all, she needed to get exercise somehow.

 

[Cry]

Annie jumped but did as her master said. she cleaned out the room fast. it was one of her things she was fast at donig thing she been told to do. once she wa done she ran over to her master and hid behind him. "finish sir" she said softly to him that he could only hear. she hated watching them fight for this a$$holes games. hes not a nice master at all. he mean the meaner of mean

 

[SHpudden]

OOC: think its about time we all check in to the ooc thread n.n

Gabriel sat at a thrown like chair Ivan gave him. "Hmmm... please do include the succubus, and the female Cerberus... also that thing over there..." He said as he pointed a thin gloved finger at Axel. "Mammon, please show yourself..." Out of the shadows came a man wish no face. (Trytoimagin something like slinderman) "This is Mamon... You will be fighting him.. and atempting to not get to hurt, I have no need of broken products."

Rene couldn`t help but snarl at Mamon, witch was returned to her by a smirk. He had been the only one to ever pass by her guard and he was bound to the earth by a contract. "Go back to hell!.." She hissed at him re apearing, pokeing her nose threw the bars.

 

[Gone for Good]

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A young girl sat within a cage that was right against the wall, even part of it. It was hidden behind a few other cages, one of the less noticeable ones. Within it, the draconian girl sat idly, her eyes in a daze. She was looking at the floor of her cage, not even blinking. Two small dragon wings floated behind her, adorned lightly with a few jewels, and a pair of dragon horns poked out of the sides of her head, peeking out of her platinum hair that draped onto the floor. Although the girl was small, she had the body of a woman, being that in human terms she was nineteen. She wore a dress that was tight around her upper body but flared out on the lower part, the skirt reaching just above her mid-calf, and a simple ribbon as a choker around her neck as well as two large ribbons in her hair. All of this was meant to give her an innocent look, despite her dragon heritage.​

 

[Shadowheart26]

A slave in the darkest corner of the market stirred briefly before returning to sleep. She had short, fluffy black hair that somehow managed to look even darker than the shadows. Though they were closed at the moment, she had piercing black eyes as well, that never missed details. She wore ragged black clothes that made her pale skin stand out and had black cloth wrapped around her feet. Her cage was the farthest away from the other slaves to prevent 'unwanted damage to merchandise'. She slept most of the time, and didn't speak to the other slaves, but she knew how to kill. It was etched onto her bones and inscribed on each of her muscles. It was as natural as breathing. She didn't feel despair or battle madness. The only thing she felt was patience. She knew this wouldn't go on forever. She was too strong to believe she would remain here until she rotted. All she had to do was wait. Wait and take the chance when it came.

 

[Hghrulez]

Angel had a deceiving name. While she hated to see people fight, she always cheered them on. Although she would prefer peace, she found joy in disturbances, and often caused them herself. Angel's pure white hair hung a bit past her shoulders, but she was only 14. All of her kind were born with white hair and white eyes. Angel had tried to draw on a pupil when she was seven, but that ended with pain. Luckily, her brother was suffering from an illness which caused him to be unbelievably kind, and he used his powers to heal her sight. There was still a thin line of sharpie across the bridge of her nose that would never go away.

Angel didn't wear the rags that most of the other slaves wore. She covered herself in black magic. She could make practically anything from black magic, but it always had a nasty side-affect. She could change what clothes she wore, but they always had to be black, and if someone touched them, a small zap of energy shocked her. Not whoever touched the clothes, but whoever was wearing them felt the pain.

Angel hovered near the top of her cell and waited for the fight to begin. She almost always fought, even when the buyer didn't ask for an example of her powers. She floated out of sight and then used to black magic to advance one of the fighter's powers, making them even more dangerous than they were, if that was possible. The downside to this spell was that if the person she chose to help got hurt, she felt the pain as well.

 

[Exxiilem]

It was then he stirred. . .

Upon the slow, decrpid movement of the one they called Unknown, the stench of flesh, stagnate water, and death rolled through the confinement of the tourtously small cell into the slender hallway that snaked its way through the pits hat the elite called the 'slave chambers'. Legs that had became stiff, as if from centuries of no use, attempted to lift this beast's form from the cold, dampened stone floor. Crippled bones that shifted beneath rotting flesh crackled and settled nto their rightful places. The sound of the male's movements were considered to be more putrid than the smell. That was not the worst of him, though. The very site of Unknown's very being would send many running. Unnatural appendages proreuded from the skull and withered spine. Many sets of bones would be exposed to the elements of battle, weather, and lack of care. Upon the left foot a shackle would shimmer in the low and nearly non-existant light of the slave pens. It was the cover to where the flesh and bone met. The stark white bone of Unknown's missing foot could be seen, matted fur could be seen where blood had splattered from battle after battle.

Unknown was awoken from the chatter and commotion, of an apparent buyer within the market. It had been many a moon since someone had turned their attention towards anything in this market. An exposed lower jaw bone clattered with his speech. 'A buyer you all say? When can we expect an arrival from someone?' His speech seemed much more like a whisper than anything else. The tones were soft and quiet. It didn't seem to match his physique at all.