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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 1:28 pm
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Posted: Thu May 13, 2010 12:08 pm
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Posted: Thu May 13, 2010 12:32 pm
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Posted: Thu May 13, 2010 4:00 pm
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Posted: Thu May 13, 2010 6:59 pm
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 2:49 pm
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[ fft-sorryforthewait, but ooo yay ~ . i can actually post something. and like, i tried to avoid godmodding. did i succeed? ciar is never lazy. but i can be. oh. NK. the kid is Nicholas. in case you couldn`t tell. ]
The rest of the Keshval who had lingered around the edges of the cages thinned out until the steady smell of decay and death were the only things to accompany the slaves to an almost certain doom. The ship groaned, old rust and metal complaining. Only in the cells where the pets were kept, the very bottom of the ship, was were the otherwise pristine structure let itself loose. Ciar let his eyes wander from captive to captive, meeting their gaze unflinchingly until they looked away. Several of his men had joined him down in the deep, and in their worn, leathery hands they carried a long heavy chain. Ignoring the violent outbursts from some slaves, and the passive hopelessness of others, cages swung open, although the opportunity of freedom that was offered was rarely answered, and the few that tried were beaten down. The shackles on their wrists were fettered to the largest of the irons, their feet bound together without rendering them immobile. Again, silence filled the unearthly tomb. Satisfied, Ciar gave an almost imperceptible tilt of the head, and the unfortunate slave at the rear of the line was shoved forward by a Keshval boot. Slowly, reluctantly, as if the humans knew what was in store for them and that this dirty, cold place was much more forgiving, the line started forward. Through the belly of the monster they traveled, until eventually, Ciar led the huddled group into the room, filled with beautiful faces, feathery wings, and cruel minds. Not one for ceremony or precocious introductions, Ciar jumped feet first into the auction. Frankly, he was getting tired of babysitting these snotty brats who whimpered or protested or cried. That was one thing he really hated; crying. Instead, he severed the shackles around a young boy`s wrists from the main chain, and dragged the human up onto the ' viewing platform ' as it was formally known. Barely skipping a beat, " Number 4821903. A healthy human male. Contains more than just the average human intelligence." The amount of contempt lurking with the word ' average ' carried a little more emotion that any sort that Ciar had portrayed to date. " Young, and capable of medium to difficult labor. " The words seemed to hang in the air, suspended over the quiet that had fallen over the crowd. A light smirk tugged upward at Ciar`s lips, and his tone became more musical. " ... . Any takers ...? "
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 3:04 pm
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 3:40 pm
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 5:11 pm
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 5:34 pm
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 7:19 pm
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 9:19 pm
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((OOC: I'm sort of vaguely assuming that this is a silent auction, but if it's not, someone feel free to correct me and I'll edit. Also, out of curiosity, just what is the minimum bid, and what exactly do the Keshval use for money? >.>))
Zloraiha waited for someone else to speak up. She hated to be the first one to speak; it made her appear too eager. And after all, how sure was she that she wanted this one?
Her eyes boredly roamed the others. Still, not one of them sparked the slightest interest. Yes, if it had to be one of them, the boy would be the best. And so she waited. And waited. And waited some more. But still, nothing.
Was there no one else in the room who thought this child was worth the slightest amount of interest? Not even the minimum bid, even just to spark interest among the others? Was there something wrong with him, something that wasn't readily apparent to her but that everyone else saw?
Still she waited, and still no one said a word.
And at last the silence was more than she could take, and raising her head to catch Ciar's eye, she gave him a nod.
If no one else would start it, Raia would just have to show them all up.
~
Marcelius had glanced up as the silence stretched on, wondering just how cheap the child would go for. He didn't usually like to take on children - a little older, when they were fully formed physically and mentally, was best.
But if that one was the cheapest, Marcelius would take him.
As he thought it, however, he caught the slight head movement of the young Keshval a few seats behind him. She had been silent for a long time as well. Perhaps she'd just made up her mind. And since Marcelius had no interest in starting a bidding war, much less paying any more than he had to for a specimen, he let it go. There'd be another.
He amused himself by watching the other slaves, and trying to figure out which one would be passed over by his kinfolk. There was always one. The one who wasn't as talented or beautiful or special as the others, the one who just seemed off.
That one always ended up his.
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 1:06 pm
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 1:52 pm
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 3:07 pm
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