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[Rheza]

Kenash, 6th of Fall, 514 A.V "Sold!" the auctioneer's voice boomed over the crowd of people attending, yelling out numbers hoping to be the one taking the lioness home. She had been standing there for bells now in a cage as they gawked at her, eyes filled with lust and perverted thoughts playing about behind their sockets. Dogs, and not even the good kind. She had halve a mind to bring her claws across their necks. How far would she get with that one? First she would have to undress to save her clothing and just by looking at the saps she could tell that they would go wild for that. It was official, she had lost. Before she knew it, she was next for show and sold to a person she didn't even know. Taken from the view of the people, and brought to a wagon, she knew that it was going to take her somewhere else. She wasn't going to fall for this trick again. She had lost her family by getting into a wagon, she wasn't going to lose something else this time. Mustering some strength, she resisted as the men forcefully pushed her forward. She couldn't use her bound hands, syncing her footsteps with one of her oppressors, she attacked stomping down onto the man's foot. "You bitch!" the man called out before bringing the back of his hand across her face. A warning from his partner, something about her needing to have no scars or markings. What, why? What were they talking about. She was dazed from the heavy strike, still being dragged about and thrown into the wagon. More words and time passed before the weight of one of the men was forced upon her. She began to struggle trying to get him off of her. "Just stay calm princess, it'll be over soon." the gruff voice of the men spoke to her. No, nothing would be over soon because nothing would be happening. She moved more attempting to squirm her way out from under him. His lofty hand held her head in place, more of his weight brought to her. All was still until the pain of a thousand sun's exploding came against her flesh. A wail let out from her lungs as all the air left her body. She kicked her legs the half a centimeter that they were allowed to move, her body squirmed even more. The scorching tool removed from her face leaving her skin to continue to burn. Teeth clenched together, tears ran down her face. "Not so tough now huh?" the man spoke before getting off of her and placing a hood over her head. All was dark for the entire ride in addition to her face no longer burning but now stinging and her being unable to caress it. This was torture, this was worse than torture. Where was she going? She had been listening to nothing but the sounds of the surrounding area and the two men talk about the women that they would tame. Idiots. The cart was brought to an abrupt halt that made her freeze. had they heard her thoughts? Were they coming to burn her again? She had already formed a plan. As soon as they released her chains, she would make a run for it. She would run as fast and as far as she could until she found any place that wasn't this one. Sucking up her emotions batting her eyes to dry the tears she let them guide her off the wagon and onto the ground. They walked a while before the hood came off of her head revealing their location. There were cages, with other Kelvics and slaves in them eyes filled with defeat. What was this place? "They are going to like you." one of the men spoke cuffing one of her breast in his hand. "Wow, nice, big and round. Just how I like it." She pulled away from him in disgust turning her body away before feeling his hands rub against her backside. "A fine purchase you were indeed honey.". Another warning from his partner saved her from the perverted hands. Psh, better get used to it, looking like that i'm the last of her worries." Fear began to nestle in her heart. What was going to happen? "Keep strong." She told herself as they stopped in the path of a man that looked her over. A silent nod of his head and she was whisked away in another direction. Another stop, a collar put around her neck as her chains began to be removed. This was it, her chance to take freedom. "If you try to run, I will kill you." One of the men spoke thus changing her mind about fleeing. Able to use her limbs now, she stood in place awaiting to be told what to do. "Good girl." With that being said she was led out to a large room filled with people holding cards and playing games. She was awestruck as she aimlessly wondered around before running into someone. She quickly got up hands up to block anything that would be aimed at her. Her body tensed up, the memory of being branded playing back in her mind. She didn't want to experience any pain like that again. Bending over she went to help the person up. Maybe if she helped them, then they would be less upset about her knocking them over. What ever she had to do to get out of this stupid place and collar she would do. She wanted to go home, to see her family.

[Muue]

Muue

Muue was following after a girl who often delivered drinks to the people in the casino, watching how she carried the heavy tray and the responses of the men as she appeared with their drinks, though she took care to stay back and out of her way else she was likely to get in trouble.

The men seemed to treat her with familiarity, placing their hands on her in a way that spoke of possession, and yet they all seemed at the same time happy to share that possession with each other. Odd. Muue would not wish to share possession of something that she considered her own, it was why she hid her blue stone beneath her mat each morning before she was released.

She turned away from the spectacle, bothered by the confused perception of possession that met her eyes and by the thought of sharing her things with anyone else.

Her sudden movement, however put her in the direct path of someone else, a woman customer at the brief glance that she had before colliding with her.

The force knocked her back, and she hopped to dispel the force of the motion, but still she had too much momentum, and the crouch she assumed from habit didn't give her the balance she needed to cancel the momentum and she fell backwards on her butt.

"Ouch." The word was soft, hardly more than a breath, and uttered without thought to the possibility to be overheard. "I'm sorry, Miss, are you okay?"