moonlit raven
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jan 18, 2011
- Location
- Denver
Kamino leaned against the front of her cage, her forehead pressed between two bars, her golden eyes peering out at the legs and feet that passed in front of her cage. She sighed, supremely bored. When she first arrived on the slave market she was nervous, but a little excited. There were so many sights, and smells, and people! Brutes of men with incredible strength, beautiful, voluptuous women, scantily clad, and potential masters who's wealth was advertised in their clothing, accessories, and more than anything, the way they walked, the way they spoke, and the way they scrutinized the slaves.
However, after watching, day after day, seemingly the same crowds she became bored in her cell. Not only that, but she became sore from sitting on the uncomfortably hard floor, and she always felt sick from the nasty food any dirty water. Turns out being a slave was no fun at all. She raised a paw up to brush some of her raven-colored hair out of her eyes, sighing again. No one seemed to pay attention to her. Maybe her cage was too low and no one could see the little fox. Disappointed by another dull day she laid down, curing her tail around her body and resting her head on her arms.
However, after watching, day after day, seemingly the same crowds she became bored in her cell. Not only that, but she became sore from sitting on the uncomfortably hard floor, and she always felt sick from the nasty food any dirty water. Turns out being a slave was no fun at all. She raised a paw up to brush some of her raven-colored hair out of her eyes, sighing again. No one seemed to pay attention to her. Maybe her cage was too low and no one could see the little fox. Disappointed by another dull day she laid down, curing her tail around her body and resting her head on her arms.