Post by sekraktaa on Mar 27, 2006 18:48:40 GMT -5
His mouth was dry, his body covered in cold sweat and he gulped from time to time. Whiptail was indeed, both nervous and tensed. After all, it was quite an important day for him today.
The slave market of Karstux always had been a huge attraction, with today being no exception. The whole market was crowded with all kinds of beasts, each one of them eager to get a hold on a new, good slave.
A slave like Whiptail. The young rat had been a slave all his life. He was literaly born into slavery, and today was the final day. Today, he would be sold. Sold to the highest bidder. He only hoped, that he would be sold to a master much more kind than his current ones where.
His clothing was less more than a torn and dirty loincloth, which was barely enough to cover him. His left ear was slightly torn, a grim reminder to the consequences of disobedience. His saphire blue eyes however shone ever so brightly. After all, he still had hope that his future would turn out better than it was to now.
A sudden and harsh yank on his collar brough him back to reality. He stumbled forward, fighting to keep his balance due to the weight of the heavy slave bracers on either wrists and simply followed the guards lead up towards the large plattform in the centre of the market.
There, he was put safely in place to enable every beast to get a good look on him. "Here" the owner of the slave market announced "we have a young and healthy rat. He is well trained for all kinds of labour and had received a special training about loyality."
Whiptail winced slightly, as he was reminded of that day.
"For this slave, we start the auction with 50 gold. Is anyone bidding 50 gold? It's just 50 gold for a young and healthy rat for all situations."
Whiptail became extremely tense and stiff by now, waiting for the outcome of this.
The slave market of Karstux always had been a huge attraction, with today being no exception. The whole market was crowded with all kinds of beasts, each one of them eager to get a hold on a new, good slave.
A slave like Whiptail. The young rat had been a slave all his life. He was literaly born into slavery, and today was the final day. Today, he would be sold. Sold to the highest bidder. He only hoped, that he would be sold to a master much more kind than his current ones where.
His clothing was less more than a torn and dirty loincloth, which was barely enough to cover him. His left ear was slightly torn, a grim reminder to the consequences of disobedience. His saphire blue eyes however shone ever so brightly. After all, he still had hope that his future would turn out better than it was to now.
A sudden and harsh yank on his collar brough him back to reality. He stumbled forward, fighting to keep his balance due to the weight of the heavy slave bracers on either wrists and simply followed the guards lead up towards the large plattform in the centre of the market.
There, he was put safely in place to enable every beast to get a good look on him. "Here" the owner of the slave market announced "we have a young and healthy rat. He is well trained for all kinds of labour and had received a special training about loyality."
Whiptail winced slightly, as he was reminded of that day.
"For this slave, we start the auction with 50 gold. Is anyone bidding 50 gold? It's just 50 gold for a young and healthy rat for all situations."
Whiptail became extremely tense and stiff by now, waiting for the outcome of this.