ImaginaryMuse
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It'd been three years since Ike and the Greil Mercenaries had ended all of the conflict and wars. Everything had seemed to go back to normal. All had been well ... or so it'd seemed. Peace, unfortunately, was never a permanent state, and the residents of Begnion were quickly finding that out as of now. Enough people whom had wanted the old days to return - the kind which allowed for slavery to be legal, grouped and banded together. Numbers eventually overpowered people like Ike and others who had fought so hard for justice and equality, and now, the Laguz were seen as little more than property once again. But Laguz weren't the only ones in danger. So were the Branded, ones with special marks that labeled them as the offspring of a Beorc and Laguz couple; a topic that many had considered taboo.
In the capital of Sienne, auctions were already underway for those unfortunate enough to have been captured and dragged into the town square. Most were transported from other cities and nations of the continent of Tellius. A very specific set of orange ears were rapidly flicking, the owner looking absolutely livid about the state of affairs. Hell, she'd even fought with Ike and his group, precisely to avoid having these sorts of heinous acts being legal once again.
So what happened?! Where did everything go wrong?!
Her fists clenched tightly, the act causing the chains wrapped around her wrists to jingle slightly. Indicating and hinting to all of the Beorc surrounding her she was doing something, but with how light and weak the noise was? It wouldn't be enough to warrant any suspicion to be put upon her; then again, even if that wasn't the case, they had no reason to worry about her. A shock collar decorated neck, and that was one of the things that kept any of these slimy bastards bodies - particularly the hands - intact and still very much attached.
Not at all to say she accepted this state. Far from it. But Lethe knew when to keep her emotions in check and when to fight. Sadly, no was not a time for the latter .... even though she really wanted to. But stronger than her primal desire to use her claws and fangs to tear these fools open .... was the very urgent and frantic need to find and save her sister. Something Lethe had been beating herself over; the fact that some disgusting beorc had dared to drag her away and claim Lyre for himself.
Unfortunately, Lethe hadn't been able to see which exact person this had been. She only heard rumors through the grapevine, specifically from one of the guards who had ensured she and the other Laguz arrived here. Thought it'd be fun to mock her by letting Lethe know of this. Sure, she earned a shock by sinking her teeth into his neck ... but it was very much worth it.
Violet eyes narrowed as the chain attached to her collar was yanked. It seemed it was her turn to be bid upon. Her eyes temporarily softened as she watched another feline begging and pleading for mercy, only to be hoisted over a tall man's shoulder and carried to who knew where, let alone if her pleas would be heard.
Not likely, she bitterly thought, her gaze returning to the sea of beorcs. Why should they care?
But then she remembered Ike and the others .... which caused her to roll her eyes and internally scoff.
Fine, but lest they're with him? None of them will give a damn about you.
She wasn't expecting that to be the case, anyway. All she could pray for was to be proven wrong .... but since Lethe wasn't banking on that, the most likely scenario would be getting bought by someone generous enough to give her a swift, painless death. Because no damn way would she willingly serve any of these low lives.
"Her name, apparently, is Lethe," the auctioneer stated, pointing to a charm attached to her collar that did indeed have her name engraved in it. That was one of the absolute smallest of blessings; the fact it had her actual name and not something degrading. Even still, it didn't change Lethe's disdain for having to wear such an item as if she were a common, domesticated pet.
"She's ... got quite the attitude. Very feisty."
That seemed to amuse enough people to earn a chorus of chuckles. Lethe, meanwhile, looked less than pleased at the reaction as she turned her head away, looking more up towards the sky than anywhere else. "I'll start the bidding at her for ten gold pieces. Start naming your prices! She is still pure if any of you are hoping for that sort of prize!" That seemed to help inspire the men not to be as hesitant. Apparently, the idea of having a slave that would likely be uppity didn't appeal to many of them. But now that they knew that bit of information? Quite a few were willing to take the risk, it seemed.
Meanwhile, in the outskirts of Salmo, heavy breaths and panting resounded from a young, raven-haired woman. A grimace appeared on her face as she still heard footfalls close by; not right behind her, but close enough that the echoes indicated her assailants were still very much chasing after her.
"Damnit all," she cursed under her breath, looking around frantically. But all that reflected in her hazel eyes were trees. Tons of them. Sure, she could climb, but ... was that honestly the best place to try hiding away?
Before she could contemplate too long on that thought, a shocked gasp elicited as she felt herself stumble, crying out in pain as she collapsed onto the grass. Her head jerked downward, clicking her tongue in annoyance as she found the source of her pain; a raised root from an old tree that the girl had been unfortunate enough to trip over. And given the pain her ankle was feeling? It was definitely at least sprained ... but at least nothing worse.
Still, she'd already used a considerable amount of her energy and mana over the past few days. Add in the fact she'd had little, if anything, to eat or drink .... her fists clenched as she understood the very dire situation she was in. Even still, the maiden refused to give up. Shakily, she crawled towards her tome that had fallen out of her hands.
"So be it," she muttered to herself, "If I'm going down, it'll definitely be fighting."
Right as her hands gripped the book and she turned to look in front of her, indeed there were already at least five armed men slowly approaching her. No doubt taking notice of her injury and that there wasn't many places to run to, let alone away from them. "Come on now, wench. Surrender peacefully, and maybe we can offer you some leniency."
"Fuck off!" she venomously replied, earning some sadistic chuckles from her assailants.
"Have it your way. At least we tried."
Her teeth latched onto her lower lip as the girl's grip on her book tightened, now clutching it firmly against her robes. She gulped anxiously and internally cursed. Just from trying to muster any of her magic, she could feel it just as swiftly fade away. Not even a breeze from her wind magic would attempt to conjure and help protect her.
Tears formed and most definitely wanted to fall, but .... no. She wouldn't give them that sort of satisfaction. If she couldn't fight, fine. But she wouldn't dare give them any displays of emotional weakness, either.