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- Jan 23, 2014
It was that time of year again. Crowds began to flock to the town square of Lorendell as the slave caravans came in with their goods. There were men, women, humans, nekos, elves, pretty much everything under the sun. Most of the slaves, though new to this lifestyle, were too frightened to cause trouble. There were a few, however that fought, desperate to return to freedom. These would be the difficult ones to sell.
The slave auction began at noon, and naturally, they started with the best behaved ones. They would sell quickly and normally for a good price. It took several hours before the untrained and wild slaves were brought forward. By then, they normally had exhausted themselves, while the crowds either had the desperate, or the curious. The majority of the crowd was gone by then.
Kiidal was one of these wild ones. She was young, only twenty, and her coloring was different than most neko women. Her hair and fur were a deep red, while her golden eyes flicked between the slavers, as if she were judging how likely she would be to get away. Though her dark skin had scars, there were also lighter markings. It was unclear from a distance if they were natural, painted, or tattooed, though they were indeed natural. Like the rest of the females, she wore very little, only a bra like top, and a tribal skirt and shorts covered her.
The neko growled as she was dragged onto the auction platform. She struggled a bit to pull away from the slavers, but they held her chains tightly. The auctioneer began a brief summery of where she was from, what she was, and her health condition. She growled and hissed as he manhandled her to emphasize his points. "Now, I know, she is indeed still wild, but how many can say that they own a jungle cat? Not only is she exotic, but she is young, still a virgin, and because she is untrained, you can mold her to your will! Now! How about we start the bid at say, fifty gold coins?"
The slave auction began at noon, and naturally, they started with the best behaved ones. They would sell quickly and normally for a good price. It took several hours before the untrained and wild slaves were brought forward. By then, they normally had exhausted themselves, while the crowds either had the desperate, or the curious. The majority of the crowd was gone by then.
Kiidal was one of these wild ones. She was young, only twenty, and her coloring was different than most neko women. Her hair and fur were a deep red, while her golden eyes flicked between the slavers, as if she were judging how likely she would be to get away. Though her dark skin had scars, there were also lighter markings. It was unclear from a distance if they were natural, painted, or tattooed, though they were indeed natural. Like the rest of the females, she wore very little, only a bra like top, and a tribal skirt and shorts covered her.
The neko growled as she was dragged onto the auction platform. She struggled a bit to pull away from the slavers, but they held her chains tightly. The auctioneer began a brief summery of where she was from, what she was, and her health condition. She growled and hissed as he manhandled her to emphasize his points. "Now, I know, she is indeed still wild, but how many can say that they own a jungle cat? Not only is she exotic, but she is young, still a virgin, and because she is untrained, you can mold her to your will! Now! How about we start the bid at say, fifty gold coins?"
