Chesire_Cat
Moon
- Joined
- Mar 5, 2011
The streets were busy this time of year, people were pushing past each other moving between shops and stalls looking over merchandise. Of course the type of merchandise varied between sellers, some of it was normal everyday or rare objects while others were living beings sold as slaves or pets. Solomon Bloodrayne was one of the few people openly interested in the slave industry, being born into a wealthy family why shouldn't he? After all it was only natural that he would go out and buy a slave or slaves for himself which was what he was doing today. Brushing his bangs out of his eyesight his golden eyes studied the slaves that were placed outside for people to see, he knew all to well that the ones on the outside were always the most behaved so he moved past them and into the shop. Solomon wanted something he could take time to enjoy training and not a completely obedient slave that had already been trained and broken. Then again, he didn't really care. A slave was a slave and nothing more, whether it would survive in his home or not he didn't really care. As he entered the shop a bell rang alerting any in the shop that he was there, Solomon looked around for a moment waiting for the shop keeper so he could look at the inside merchandise.