Lord Dakol
Supernova
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2009
- Location
- California
Along a small, inconspicuous dirt road, two carriages painted black traveled leisurely towards the barren lands of Obe. Inside the back carriage, a young boy was sleeping inside, his head comfortably against the window. His light, gentle blue hair was shifted around his face, giving him a kind of pillow as he rested. He looked quite young, around the age of 15; he wore white and blue clothes that fit him nicely, though not they did not show whether or not he was muscular. The breathing was even, but it did not seem to effect his chest, as it was not rising or falling.
The carriage then rolled over a rock, jostling the carriage and startling the boy to awake. His eyes snapped open, the color of his irises the same as his hair; a soft aqua. He glanced around, wiping away a bit of drool that had slipped down his chin. He then looked at an old man that was seated next to him, and smiled gently. "Are we almost there..?" he asked.
The man smiled and nodded, "Yes, Master Dairiku. We are only two minutes away, it seems," he said, checking his pocket-watch to make sure of his assumption.
Dairiku nodded, the smile vanishing as he then remembered what he was going to the Outlands for: a slave. Though his father (and his two brothers) insisted that it was for his own good, the young boy had his doubts about it. They apparently had several different types: guardians, maids, or the more commonly used... sex slaves. He shuddered at the thoughts, knowing that one of his brothers - Caine - bought sex slaves frequently.
The boy licked his lips, and sighed; he was getting hungry. "Do you have food?" he asked the old man. The male rummaged through his bag, his eyes widening as he found it. The man brought out a bottle of dark red liquid, like blood...
The carriage then rolled over a rock, jostling the carriage and startling the boy to awake. His eyes snapped open, the color of his irises the same as his hair; a soft aqua. He glanced around, wiping away a bit of drool that had slipped down his chin. He then looked at an old man that was seated next to him, and smiled gently. "Are we almost there..?" he asked.
The man smiled and nodded, "Yes, Master Dairiku. We are only two minutes away, it seems," he said, checking his pocket-watch to make sure of his assumption.
Dairiku nodded, the smile vanishing as he then remembered what he was going to the Outlands for: a slave. Though his father (and his two brothers) insisted that it was for his own good, the young boy had his doubts about it. They apparently had several different types: guardians, maids, or the more commonly used... sex slaves. He shuddered at the thoughts, knowing that one of his brothers - Caine - bought sex slaves frequently.
The boy licked his lips, and sighed; he was getting hungry. "Do you have food?" he asked the old man. The male rummaged through his bag, his eyes widening as he found it. The man brought out a bottle of dark red liquid, like blood...