Post by KAZIMIR PETROV on Nov 22, 2013 15:17:08 GMT -5
Well, here he was again. How long had it been this time?
A few months? Not quite so long.
What time was it?
Daylight. Numbers on clocks and calendars seemed insignificant.
It all blended together, after all.
Work, fight, endure,
be sold, get bought,
work some more.
The machine was never done.
It refuses to stop.
Well...
Here he was again.
Kaz's wrists and ankles were bound together, and sturdy straps to keep his wings down wrapped around his otherwise bare chest. His neck was in some sort of brace, forcing his face skyward. Even with his eyelids closed, the sun burned into his pupils. He couldn't see where he was, but the familiar bustle of people, shouts of bids, and the screaming of young urakata. They didn't understand yet. They didn't understand that there was no point in grieving and fearing being sold. After all, even if they escaped, where would they go? Kaz had seen how this world worked. There was no свобода, as his mother called it, in this world for their them. Even when their wrists and ankles were unbound, all urakata were still tied down by chains.
Now, some people might be wondering why Kaz was even here. Albinism was a desirable trait in this market, and there was no lack of buyers who wanted strong, capable-looking urakata. One would think that he'd be able to stay with a tolerable master if he wanted to. His life could be comfortable, yet he was here, getting his eyes burned by daylight. In Kaz's mind, he probably deserved this. There were times when he had been too docile. He had followed along and pushed the blame onto whatever master he had at the time whenever Kaz did something he knew he'd regret. But he didn't do that anymore. Now he pushed back in ways his masters didn't like. They were just little things, like refusing to obey a direct command, speaking out of line, and, the most recent indiscretion, striking back when his master hit him. To be honest, Kaz was amazed someone hadn't killed him yet.
A few months? Not quite so long.
What time was it?
Daylight. Numbers on clocks and calendars seemed insignificant.
It all blended together, after all.
Work, fight, endure,
be sold, get bought,
work some more.
The machine was never done.
It refuses to stop.
Well...
Here he was again.
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Kaz's wrists and ankles were bound together, and sturdy straps to keep his wings down wrapped around his otherwise bare chest. His neck was in some sort of brace, forcing his face skyward. Even with his eyelids closed, the sun burned into his pupils. He couldn't see where he was, but the familiar bustle of people, shouts of bids, and the screaming of young urakata. They didn't understand yet. They didn't understand that there was no point in grieving and fearing being sold. After all, even if they escaped, where would they go? Kaz had seen how this world worked. There was no свобода, as his mother called it, in this world for their them. Even when their wrists and ankles were unbound, all urakata were still tied down by chains.
Now, some people might be wondering why Kaz was even here. Albinism was a desirable trait in this market, and there was no lack of buyers who wanted strong, capable-looking urakata. One would think that he'd be able to stay with a tolerable master if he wanted to. His life could be comfortable, yet he was here, getting his eyes burned by daylight. In Kaz's mind, he probably deserved this. There were times when he had been too docile. He had followed along and pushed the blame onto whatever master he had at the time whenever Kaz did something he knew he'd regret. But he didn't do that anymore. Now he pushed back in ways his masters didn't like. They were just little things, like refusing to obey a direct command, speaking out of line, and, the most recent indiscretion, striking back when his master hit him. To be honest, Kaz was amazed someone hadn't killed him yet.
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ooc | open? for lylia? idek what I'm doing anymore )o) if you don't either, feel free to just sit back and enjoy the suffering 8D
