Time Stamp 90 Summer 513
While the city around the captives pavilion bustled with business, the captives who are have not been claimed and are awaiting assignments are kept together near the center of the city whenever the city is stationary. This is as much for their own protection, as it is to keep them from wandering off though many within do not see it that way. There are three different types of captives, those who were violently opposed to being captives and kept in chains, those who were either pragmatic about their capture and accepted their fate or were too shrewd to be violent uselessly and were allowed freedom more or less within the city, and the ones who were catatonic or so dispirited that they rare left the bedrolls provided.
There was a fourth group that were not really captives yet stayed with the captives until they too were assigned a family, those who were willing and eager to join the Drykas. This bunch was made mostly of men, while the other three groups were almost all devoid of men with the exception of one or two. Those were also never the chained for men who were violent were dispatched quickly. No those men who were not eager and willing were kept because of familial ties or other such reasons that they felt were beyond their control.
Taylani was one of the second group, too shrewd to be violent but too proud and stubborn to be a helpless dispirited captive who could barely feed herself. In the thirteen days since she had been clubbed over the head Taylani has been experiencing such emotional extremes that even she who had no experience in the human psychology knew that she could not keep them up without severe damage emotionally and possibly physically. She had been poked over half naked by a healer, humiliated so that the Drykas could be sure she wasn't diseased -she wished she was diseased! wish she could give them such a disease that would make their limbs fall off and make them die a horrible death!- she had also been taken care of. Her meals were solid. she had not been abused -save when she was hit over the head and threatened with drugging so that the healer could check her over- and she had been protected. That was what caused most of the emotional turmoil, knowing that she might have died if the Drykas hadn't kidnapped her. What a mess her life had become.
The red head stubbornly sits on top of her bedroll within the captives pavilion, her long legs bent so that her knees were pressed to her chest and her arms wrapped tightly around her legs. Her normally pale almost translucent skin was already showing the wears of being out in the sun, an angry red sunburn graced her cheeks, nose, and brow, anywhere that wasn't protected by clothing. She was miserable from the sunburn but she hoped that once it healed her skin will have been toughened making it harder for her to burn. Otherwise she would be miserable until she found away out of these people's hands.
She was waiting the signal that it was time for the captives to move. Her days were pretty much the same for now; get up, eat, pack up her bedroll, walk, wait for the pavilion to be set up again, eat, put down her bedroll. Some captives days were different, those who were amendable enough to learn skills for there were always Drykas visiting to teach. Taylani was not among those.
While the city around the captives pavilion bustled with business, the captives who are have not been claimed and are awaiting assignments are kept together near the center of the city whenever the city is stationary. This is as much for their own protection, as it is to keep them from wandering off though many within do not see it that way. There are three different types of captives, those who were violently opposed to being captives and kept in chains, those who were either pragmatic about their capture and accepted their fate or were too shrewd to be violent uselessly and were allowed freedom more or less within the city, and the ones who were catatonic or so dispirited that they rare left the bedrolls provided.
There was a fourth group that were not really captives yet stayed with the captives until they too were assigned a family, those who were willing and eager to join the Drykas. This bunch was made mostly of men, while the other three groups were almost all devoid of men with the exception of one or two. Those were also never the chained for men who were violent were dispatched quickly. No those men who were not eager and willing were kept because of familial ties or other such reasons that they felt were beyond their control.
Taylani was one of the second group, too shrewd to be violent but too proud and stubborn to be a helpless dispirited captive who could barely feed herself. In the thirteen days since she had been clubbed over the head Taylani has been experiencing such emotional extremes that even she who had no experience in the human psychology knew that she could not keep them up without severe damage emotionally and possibly physically. She had been poked over half naked by a healer, humiliated so that the Drykas could be sure she wasn't diseased -she wished she was diseased! wish she could give them such a disease that would make their limbs fall off and make them die a horrible death!- she had also been taken care of. Her meals were solid. she had not been abused -save when she was hit over the head and threatened with drugging so that the healer could check her over- and she had been protected. That was what caused most of the emotional turmoil, knowing that she might have died if the Drykas hadn't kidnapped her. What a mess her life had become.
The red head stubbornly sits on top of her bedroll within the captives pavilion, her long legs bent so that her knees were pressed to her chest and her arms wrapped tightly around her legs. Her normally pale almost translucent skin was already showing the wears of being out in the sun, an angry red sunburn graced her cheeks, nose, and brow, anywhere that wasn't protected by clothing. She was miserable from the sunburn but she hoped that once it healed her skin will have been toughened making it harder for her to burn. Otherwise she would be miserable until she found away out of these people's hands.
She was waiting the signal that it was time for the captives to move. Her days were pretty much the same for now; get up, eat, pack up her bedroll, walk, wait for the pavilion to be set up again, eat, put down her bedroll. Some captives days were different, those who were amendable enough to learn skills for there were always Drykas visiting to teach. Taylani was not among those.
