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 Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 11:57 am
It was dark and stormy night at the slave market. All of the slaves were in a underground cell, where the masters/mistresses came to look at their merchandise. The cells were, for some strange reason, quiet.
In the distance foot steps were heard. Everyone knew that it was the cruel slave owner who ran the slave auctions. All the slaves coward in the corner as the slave master passed by each one of their cells.
As he passed by, some noticed that he was dragging someone with him. Probably a new slave for his collection.
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Sato was barely conscious by the time he was being dragged into the slave market. Since he was new meat, the masters were very cruel to him; they beat and whipped him till he passed out. One thing that is still noticeable was the hatred that was inside him, and also how this slave seemed to have some emotion still in him. Most slaves by now were emotionless because of their constant abuse, but one thing that most slaves noticed as he was being dragged off was his tears. In those tears were not pain, but more of sorrow and loneliness. Since he was a rare breed, part man and part wolf, he was taken away from his family and friends during a night raid. Both his parents were killed trying to protect him.
As they walked up to the new Cage the master threw him in. Sato fading in and out of consciousness, laid there on the cold hard floor hoping that death could take him tonight.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 9:55 pm
Jean's cage was right beside the new one, "Psst." she whispered to him, "If you can come closer I can tend your wounds." she reached through the bars, "Please!" she whimpered, "There have been tomany deaths today already." Her eyes where beginning to tear.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 12:15 am
"Wh.....Wh....Whats is.....the.....point." said Sato. Speaking for him was an effort. "I would rather die here than to become some....." he was cut off buy his tears.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 11:25 am
"Don't give up hope!" She gripped the bars tightly, "With out hope we are nothing." She pushed a stray hair behind her ear, "At least if I heal you there is a chance of escape." She smiled as best she could, "Isn't there?"
She bent over and started to tear the him (SP?) of her dress and talked in a soothing voice, "Come on. You could at least humor me."
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 12:00 pm
The conversation roused a silver-haired dog-eared slave from the cage behind his on the next row. "Hey, wolfling.... how'd they manage to get ya?" She asked softly, as to not rouse anybody else. She had a mixture of accents, but the strongest happened to be Japanese. "I can smell wolfs bane on you... They laced the whips with the stuff... That's why you're wounds aren't healing." She shifted closer towards him, straining against the manacle which held her ankle in its vice grip. "She's right, you know. We got nothin' without hope. Sit up, would ya? Between the two of us, you'll be fine. Jean, make sure you leave the whiplashes to me.... Wolfs bane is a b***h to get out..." She added, turning towards the girl slightly. "And if you try to clean the wound, and end up spreading the stuff, it'll just hurt him more."
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 10:26 pm
Jean nodded and smiled- she was releived for someone to help rouse the injured man so that he be treated. "I'll be sure to keep from them. Thank you." She turned back to the man- "What do you say? We can have you back on your feet in no time!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 11:47 pm
slowly he tries to get up, but falls back down onto thew floor, slipping on his own blood. finally he loses consciousness.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 10:04 am
"Oh, you poor thing..." She crooned softly, before looking around for guards. When she found none, she encircled him in a bubble-like barrier, bringing him closer to the two. once he was gently set as close to the bars as possible, Harusaki dropped the barrier to cushion him. She peeled the rags away from his torso, wincing slightly at the infected lacerations which covered his skin. "Those bastards..." She murmured softly. Sighing at how much this would hurt him, she placed her hands upon the wounds, and closed her eyes.
A blue aura flared around her, but not noticeably so. Soon, it disappeared, only to reappear around her hands, and the wolfling. She pumped the energy into him, purifying his wounds of the toxin. This, however, caused a searing pain, as though he were being burned. She bit her lip. She didn't like using her purification powers on other night walkers, however this one needed it badly, else he would die. She allowed a trickle of her fae magic into the mixture, which acted as a protective shield so she didn't purify him completely.
By the time she was through, The majority of his whiplashes were sealed, as though they had never been there. She slumped against the bars, panting slightly. It always wore her out to use her powers to such an extent. Smiling, she kept the barrier up beneath him, giving Jean the affirmative to begin working on him. "I got the wolfsbane out, thankfully, without destroying anything. His whiplashes got healed by my fae side, however there were certain wounds she wouldn't touch, but I don't know why." She explained breathlessly, gesturing mainly to the nasty looking gash which ran along his back. "Be careful when you're treating them." She advised, resting against the side of her cage so she could see the both of them.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 5:01 pm
Jean nodded, "Yes." She had never seen healing magic before- or magic done by anyone else so she was a little shocked.
She pulled what clean water she had and started to clean what wounds she could while also being careful of the gash on the man's back. "So," Jean said while wrapping the first wound. "When did they catch you?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 11:43 pm
"I was caught two weeks ago. i was getting some water from the river when our tribe was attacked. they came out of nowhere, and by the time i came back, they have slaughtered all of they men and were about to rape the women. i tried to fight back, but they over powered me. they beat me and were about to kill me, until one of the men suggested selling me instead, so that they can make some quick cash. they kill my father........... and my mother....and....and.......they made me watch......... as they raped my girlfriend....... over and over and...."
Tears began to pour out of his eyes.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 10:56 am
Her brow furrowed and she moved over slightly, wrapping her hands around the bars between them. They slowly began to melt, as though an acid was burning through it. when she was able to get into the boy's cage, she melted a hole for Jean, and then, wiping her hands on the rags which covered her, wrapped the boy into a hug. "It must have been horrible, sweetheart..." She crooned softly, trying to console him.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 7:53 pm
Jean crawled through and layed hands on the boy, "We are here now," she bowed her head as a sign of respect. "Tell us, what is your name?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 10:26 pm
their touch felt cool to Sato, they were the first people to show any kind of compassion towards him. after getting a grip on himself, he stood up. now in his eye were not the sorrow and despair that he had once had, but more of hatred and anger.
"My name is Sato of the Silver Fang tribe, and once i get out I'm going to find those bandits and........."
as Sato said those words his muscles began to bulge and an aura of magical power began to flow from him. with a big yell he struck one of the bars of his cell with his fist, and as he did the bar snapped off and flew across the market hitting, and piercing, the stone wall that was about 50 meters away
remembering that there were people he didn't want to hurt around him, he calmed himself down from his own rage.
after taking few deep breaths Sato began to talk again "i am sorry about that. i just forgot that there were people around me. like i said my name is Sato, can you honer me by tell me yours?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 12:21 pm
"Harusaki Taisho of the Western Japanese Court." She smiled gently. "Don't flare your aura, pup. There are some guards around her who are demons themselves, and they'll sense it." She spoke as her dark blue aura curled around her like fire, flickering slightly. "I've tried..." She showed him a large scar which crossed the expanse of her back. "Apparently they have a priestess here. She gave me that, and no matter how much spiritual energy I used to repel her, she still gave me the scar."
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 9:01 pm
Jean put up a hand and flames poured out and danced lightly on her skin, "Jean of the Emerald Isle." She put out the flames with some slight saddness- she hadn't been able to use her power in a long time and to feel the fire on her skin was like water to those wandering the desert.
"If there is a priestess here it will make escape difficult." Jean setteled down. "Has any one tried?"
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