- Joined
- Oct 30, 2009
- Location
- Raleigh, NC
Cage was starting to think that going after the last of her 'first' life was becoming a bad idea. Every single time she went through with the decision to retire from the trade just as soon as she got rid of the fucking Rat she got stuck here all over again. Back to the beginning. Silver eyes flicked as she watched others stroll along the various cages. The only advantage was this time they put her in her own gilded cage.
The amurjin had just enough room to sink down into a lotus position so her knees wouldn't die a horrible death on themselves. Which was the position she was in now, not it did much good to hide any sort of dignity but Cage had learned a long time ago to not be shy about her body. Even if it was a bit exotic, then again the slave trade didn't give you much of a choice. She sat, her feet propped on either thigh as she sat straight. Her long ivory hair falling of her shoulders to at least annoy the guards and patrons and hide the majority of her breasts from view. Only the inner fullness could be seen the rest? Hidden by the strands.
That did nothing to hide her 'exotic' nature from view however. Ebony stripes ran length wise along her back, much in the form of tiger stripes that curled over onto her ribs clashing with her naturally pale ivory skin. To add to the woman's 'exotic' nature a tiger striped feline tail curled along one side of her, ending between the joint where her feet were crossed on the floor. Her silver eyes were open by slits as she watched the others around her. Feline ears occasionally perking this way and that as the amurjin remained in what seemed to be a relaxed position though she was wired for anything.
Not that she could go far for that matter either. Chains hooked from her wrists which for now hung loosely over her knees to her ankles, a small small steel hoop in between the two points. The damned hoop made things impossible for her to maneuver properly, even within the containment of the cage. A cage just wide enough that her knees brushed against the cold metal. It prevented her from reaching far, particularly if she spread her ankles, the simple movement would send the hoop up along the chains to her wrists, keeping them together. It was only when she sat, as she did now, that she had even enough chain to stretch her arms.
Some of the Masters had come by to eye her. Sizing her up for their collection, but none really tried to bother considering the sign on the front of her cage. The Auction block wouldn't bode well for the Amurjin at this rate. She had come so far, when the bounty hunters such as herself were on the other side of the cage, free to do as they please. But now White Rose was starting to accept that maybe this was her destiny from the start. Once a slave, always a slave.
The amurjin had just enough room to sink down into a lotus position so her knees wouldn't die a horrible death on themselves. Which was the position she was in now, not it did much good to hide any sort of dignity but Cage had learned a long time ago to not be shy about her body. Even if it was a bit exotic, then again the slave trade didn't give you much of a choice. She sat, her feet propped on either thigh as she sat straight. Her long ivory hair falling of her shoulders to at least annoy the guards and patrons and hide the majority of her breasts from view. Only the inner fullness could be seen the rest? Hidden by the strands.
That did nothing to hide her 'exotic' nature from view however. Ebony stripes ran length wise along her back, much in the form of tiger stripes that curled over onto her ribs clashing with her naturally pale ivory skin. To add to the woman's 'exotic' nature a tiger striped feline tail curled along one side of her, ending between the joint where her feet were crossed on the floor. Her silver eyes were open by slits as she watched the others around her. Feline ears occasionally perking this way and that as the amurjin remained in what seemed to be a relaxed position though she was wired for anything.
Not that she could go far for that matter either. Chains hooked from her wrists which for now hung loosely over her knees to her ankles, a small small steel hoop in between the two points. The damned hoop made things impossible for her to maneuver properly, even within the containment of the cage. A cage just wide enough that her knees brushed against the cold metal. It prevented her from reaching far, particularly if she spread her ankles, the simple movement would send the hoop up along the chains to her wrists, keeping them together. It was only when she sat, as she did now, that she had even enough chain to stretch her arms.
Some of the Masters had come by to eye her. Sizing her up for their collection, but none really tried to bother considering the sign on the front of her cage. The Auction block wouldn't bode well for the Amurjin at this rate. She had come so far, when the bounty hunters such as herself were on the other side of the cage, free to do as they please. But now White Rose was starting to accept that maybe this was her destiny from the start. Once a slave, always a slave.