DrgnLadyLuna
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- Joined
- Feb 23, 2009
The week had started out rather pleasant for the neko. It had been a pleasant, warm day-one of the last ones of the year, as winter was approaching fast. Rumors of slavers in the woods nearby had circulated her tiny village, but no one thought too much about it. Nekos were good at defending themselves, and slavers generally stayed away from her village. The elder was stronger than any previous elder, though his hair and the fur of his ears and tail had turned silver long ago. He and his two sons had fought off the last troop of slavers that attempted to kidnap several of Mia's friends. Since then, slavers left the little village alone.
This troop was different. They had camped out in the forest, and waited for Mia to wander away, as she so often did. She loved to explore the forest. The slavers had caught her as she was climbing down for a tall oak tree. She fought hard, but they outnumbered her ten to one. She maimed two rather badly before they had managed to subdue her.
It had been almost a week since the ambush. Mia had drank little, and eaten nothing. The sleep she had gotten was poor, and nightmares filled her dreams. The weather had changed quickly, the nights getting colder and longer. The last night of the journey was the worst, and the slavers refused to give her a cloak to keep her warm. The tan shirt and making skirt were the same she had been wearing when they captured her and were tattered and muddy, cuts and bruises visible in the tears. As they approached a large mansion, she began to struggle. The leash that was attached to the collar they had slipped around her neck tightened, yanking her forward and onto her knees at the bottom of the stairs as one slaver approached the door and knocked.
This troop was different. They had camped out in the forest, and waited for Mia to wander away, as she so often did. She loved to explore the forest. The slavers had caught her as she was climbing down for a tall oak tree. She fought hard, but they outnumbered her ten to one. She maimed two rather badly before they had managed to subdue her.
It had been almost a week since the ambush. Mia had drank little, and eaten nothing. The sleep she had gotten was poor, and nightmares filled her dreams. The weather had changed quickly, the nights getting colder and longer. The last night of the journey was the worst, and the slavers refused to give her a cloak to keep her warm. The tan shirt and making skirt were the same she had been wearing when they captured her and were tattered and muddy, cuts and bruises visible in the tears. As they approached a large mansion, she began to struggle. The leash that was attached to the collar they had slipped around her neck tightened, yanking her forward and onto her knees at the bottom of the stairs as one slaver approached the door and knocked.