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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 16, 2013 23:38:04 GMT -5
It was dark. He couldn't see anything, couldn't hear anything. He was moving--that much he knew--but to where and why was a mystery.
"Let me out," he fought to say, his tongue feeling like lead in his mouth.
His head pounded. "Let me...let me go." he tried again, attempting and failing to move a pain-filled limb. Where was he?
Kris! Where was Kris? He'd been going to meet Kris when suddenly he was--he didn't know. He was here now.
"LET ME GO!" he tried again, screaming out into the dark. No one replied. No one could hear.
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The streets of Jokadi were filled with people, all milling about. There was a buzz of excitement in the air amongst the slavers though. Apparently, there was a new shipment of slaves coming in today, and the Lords were sure to be attending. They would fetch heavy prizes for the pretties they'd gathered.
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Post by clementine on Mar 16, 2013 23:54:21 GMT -5
Harlee could hear him. He didn't know who was screaming though, only that he wanted to scream too. The gag in his mouth prevented him from doing so. The drugs he'd been shot up with had ebbed hours ago and now his body was just one aching mass of painful bruise. He, like so many of the others, had been snared and stolen and grabbed from all over the universe for the sole purpose of the popular slave markets of Jeskara. He only knew that much because his zercan hearing was a little better than most.
Squeaking suddenly when he was roughly grabbed, Harlee didn't even have the presence of mind to struggle when his hands were cruelly lashed behind him. He was shoved about until he was stepping out into too bright lights. He heard many people mulling around and talking as well as the sound of others like himself being taken out into the open for display.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 17, 2013 0:26:13 GMT -5
Nerorin cried out when suddenly he was hefted up and out onto his feet. It was still pitch back, but the smells had changed. They must have had a bag over his head.
"LET ME GO!" he cried out as he was herded--somewhere. His legs and arms were tied together and he could barely walk as rough hands shoved and pushed him somewhere.
What was this?!
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Post by clementine on Mar 17, 2013 0:32:00 GMT -5
Harlee grunted when the loud one was pushed into him. He watched as the male was clouted in the head before the bag was suddenly ripped free. Harlee stared at the other bearer, realizing for the firs time that all the others surrounding them were bearers as well. What in the fuck was really going on here?
"I was these two sold as a pair," grunted a fierce looking vampire. He seemed to be the guy in charge because Harlee was immediately lashed together with the fae looking bearer. Surprisingly, Harlee's gag was also release and he didn't hesitate to cough deeply, finally sucking in a full breath of air.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 17, 2013 0:34:38 GMT -5
Nerorin's hair covered his face as he winced from the hit. He struggled as he was tethered to...another bearer who was staring at him strangely. Nero frowned, shaking the hair from his beautiful face to reveal a rather feminine face. High cheekbones, thick lashes and full lips were just some components of the puzzle that created his face--he frowned as he looked around.
Oh god. He was on a slave block.
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Post by clementine on Mar 17, 2013 0:45:22 GMT -5
The other bearer was beautiful. Harlee gaped slightly at him, taking in the pleasing, almost feminine features. No wonder they'd wanted this male. His refined beauty was the exact thing the slavers seemed to be looking for. It also made Harlee wonder why he was here. His dark hair was cute short and while his skin was pale an unblemished, he was no beauty. Perhaps...that was why he was paired with this other male.
"It's okay," Harlee whispered to the confused looking bearer attached to his wrist. That was all he managed to get out before they were both shoved further out onto the open stage.
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Meanwhile, Korin had been cajoled into attending the atrocity that was the slave market of Jokadi. One of the few lords protesting to to the market itself, Korin had only come to see the faces of the male's handling the entire thing. He planned on taking the news of it to his prince, hoping that something would be done at the next council.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 17, 2013 0:54:35 GMT -5
Nero looked at the other bearer with confused eyes as they were pushed out onto the stage and into the view of hundreds of leering eyes.
"Was zum teufel ..." he frowned, looking about. He stepped slightly in front of the other bearer as the men in the crowd began to move closer to the stage. Nero held his eyes head up high as he looked about, none of these men were human--and they sure as hell weren't Sensaforian. Where the hell was he? He glanced up to the two mooned sky and then back to the crowd of monsters.
Would they kill him?
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Post by clementine on Mar 17, 2013 1:15:12 GMT -5
Harlee's heart was in his throat as he was forced to face the crowd. He hadn't understood the other bearer at all and could only offer another soft murmured of encouragement. Trembling and afraid, relief flooded him when the other bearer stepped in front of him. Taking advantage that the position offered, Harlee pressed up against the strange bearer and hid his face in all that soft blond hair. Harlee knew they weren't going to be killed. Oh no, it would be far worse than that.
The bidding started immediately, everyone vying for the lovely human hybrid. Kor was in on the bidding too, going against all judgement. Something inside of him was screaming at him to keep bidding until he won. And he would win. He was nearly as rich as the prince himself.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 17, 2013 1:18:28 GMT -5
Nerorin narrowed his pretty eyes at the crowd, ready and waiting for the opportunity to strike--shit. He may have only just found out he was some weird Faerie but he would damn well use what Kris had taught him. These bastards weren't going to get to him or the boy behind him. He widened his stance and glowered at the crowds, he dared them to try.
"Ficken bastards..."
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Post by clementine on Mar 17, 2013 1:26:38 GMT -5
Nero's stance only seem to whip the crowd further into a froth. There was nothing better than a slave that was both beautiful and defiant. Many would wish to dominate the half breed, but unfortunately they would never get the chance. Korin had just bid out the last of the assholes trying to vie of the breathtaking bearer on stage. Kor didn't even notice the extra he was getting, though he would come to realize later that the little half zercan wasn't nearly as appealing as the other bearer.
Distantly, he heard the shout of the auctioneer that he'd won. Kor absently sent his men to fetch the beauty from the stage, never taking his eyes off the lithe male.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 17, 2013 1:34:07 GMT -5
Nero frowned, his blue eyes burning as the male approached him. His bindings fell away in a blackened pile and the daemon accosting him was blasted back by a burst of fire. He grabbed the other boy and made to run. He'd be damned if they were going to take him alive!
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Post by clementine on Mar 17, 2013 1:42:07 GMT -5
Harlee felt like an idiot when he screamed. The burst of flame had startled him and everyone else in the vicinity but he thankfully had enough presence of mind to still work his feet. Even if the other bearer hadn't grabbed him, Harlee would still have followed. It's not like he had anything better to do. Maybe they wouldn't get caught.
"Keep running!" Harlee urged, frantically looking over his shoulder to see a handful of givers taking chase.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 17, 2013 1:53:00 GMT -5
"Scheiße!" Nero cursed as he ran as fast as his feet could take him. They barely touched ground as his lithe body flew through the dark, dank streets of Jeskara. He hung a hard left and pulled the other boy with him, surging into an entrance to a dark, pulsing club.
People were thronging everywhere, and Nero slowed only to navigate the masses. Perhaps they could get lost in here?
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Post by clementine on Mar 17, 2013 1:58:03 GMT -5
The pounding of the music matched the pounding in Harlee's head. Too much sound, too many voices and feelings trying to vie for his attention. He'd never liked crowds and now was no different. Being surrounded by people only made the experience of claustrophobia all the worse.
"What the hell are we doing in here?" Harlee all but yelled to the male over the thumbing bass. He pressed tightly against the other, not wanting to lose him in the sea of people.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 17, 2013 2:00:56 GMT -5
"Halten sie ruhe. (Keep calm)," Nero ordered, pulling the boy through leering crowds with him. There must be another way out, right? A roof or, a back door? Nero searched until he could make out a door leading...somewhere.
They'd have to try it.
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