Closed From one to another. [Keith]

[Naomi Starseer]

The sun slowly hid behind the horizon, awaking the night life Mizahar. Nocturnal animals or creatures crawled out and began to hunt and yet it was no different in Sunberth. The night life of this chaotic town was a dangerous time; this was when the real danger emerges from its day time hiding spots. Some locals of this town where scared to venture out into the darkness and from the whispers that escaped this town, it was no shock that the visitors didn’t either.
For another night, in this long season, Naomi sat staring at the outside through her window. The earlier bells of the day had broken her spirits; The ‘Master’ had called on her… Slowly laying on the cold dirt floor Naomi curled into a tight ball, reaching up to softly touch her bruised face, she pictured her god again,
“Oh beloved Nikali… Help make this easier less painful… Help others like me…”
Naomi dreaded to think of other slaves having to live though the same as her, being what she was wasn’t easy for someone plucked out of the grasses of her beloved town; however what of those who knew nothing but this? Clenching her teeth she tried to dispel the thoughts. Naomi’s neck prickled, her eyes widening in horror she realised it was the same feeling she got when she felt the master’s stare watching her every movement, slowly uncurling herself she expected the worst, however all she was faced with was a single man staring into her window looking right at her. Slowly sitting upright Naomi fixed her hair and meet the strangers eyes with defiance.

[Keith]

Scratching the inside of his arm and sweating heavily, Keith had been stumbling all over the town in search of an easy target, he needed his petching fix! It had been much too long since he had felt his dazed state of mind and it was starting to show. His withdrawal was showing and his craving was taking over his mind and common sense. As he roamed the streets, he saw a slavercaravan passing by; Probably on the way to set up camp in Tent City. For a split moment the insane thought to steal from the slavers crossed his mind, danger of dying didn't even occur to him; The only thing holding him back was getting enslaved and unable to get his proper dose of daily substance abuse anymore.

But then another thought hit him, something 'less dangerous' albeit very slightly, he was going to kidnap someone and sell them off. But who? He wasn't the scared type but things could escalate really fast at Sunberth, but then he remembered that old guy rambling at the bar the other night, about the pretty slave he owned. The old man wasn't particularly notorious nor connected to important people, so he'd be the perfect target. The old man wouldn't result in too much coin from the slavers, but the pretty slave might...

So, first he went to his tent and brought some gear with him for less-than-kosjer envdeavours. Such as 2 vials of acid, some lockpicks, his burglar's vest, a vial of blackface and his dagger. Everything hidden beneath his Nettled Cloak and stashed in his Burglar's Vest. Once in the vicinity of the old man's mansion, he patrolled the immediate surroundings to find the best way to enter the building. Once done, he decided upon climbing up the smaller house next door and then jumping onto the enclosing wall of the mansion's backyard. As he climbed the small house, he tried his best not to make too much noise and swiftly get out of the street's view, which he succeeded in relatively well although he was anything but swift nor silent. But he was up on the roof regardless! And so he jumped towards the wall and with a breathtaking smack against the side, he quickly hooked his arms over the border and struggling he lifted himself up the wall.

There he was confronted with a stunning beauty behind a window, who was too lost in her train of thoughts to see him standing outside in the dark. He was literally stunned by her, she seemed so pure and fragile. For a moment he had a revelating thought; There were no gods. If they even threw beings like her in sorrow and despair....

Then she saw him and her eyes grew in horror and then rebeliousness, it made him feel so wrong and anxious about himself...

[Naomi Starseer]

Naomi frowned slightly as the man didn’t move; usually they only looked upon her for a few moments before going back to their tasks, yet his stare seemed almost sad? Naomi slowly bunched herself up before she slowly stood.
She couldn’t stand at her full height as chain choked and pulled at her neck. Her grey pants and the small piece of fabric that covered her chest shifted causing a small cloud of dust to fall.
Taking a small step forward Naomi took in a deep breath. She could feel the collar bruising her dirt incrusted neck, however she refused to move. Her lips slowly began to move in a small pray, still this man watched her, the hunter in her told Naomi that this was no simple stumble upon her. This man was here for something.
Her lips paused their pray, they began to form words, she hadn’t spoken in full words since the start of her slavery.

“Why are you here?”
Naomi’s voice, even if it was hoarse, was still a sing song voice; it had once been the voice that would be fear into her victim’s hearts, however now her voice was not to be heard by anyone.
From what Naomi could see this man looked armed, inspecting him a little further she noticed his dagger. Her eyes burnt with hatred as her eyes lingered on the weapon. Her thoughts began to linger on stealing that dagger to escape, however the thoughts stopped as the glass caught the moon. Sighing Naomi sat back down with huff and a sigh. She was a love slave now, nothing more… To be doomed forever.