Counting backwards in her mind Jui figured she had been a slave for most of her life," Ten years if I was to guess, Master." It had never been something she thought about before. Jui was unsure what he meant about nice and good being different but she figured it had to to with what he had mentioned early about being an outcast.

"ten years. So, do you know anything about elven society?" malcolm asked. maybe I should tell her why I was outcast, maybe I should tell her that I sold out my village to slave drivers

"No sir, I don;t know much at all." Her parents had both been sold off by the time she was old enough to really start learning anything. Her powers had shown up a little before they were taken so it was more important to teach her how to use those then about a society she would probably never be involved in. Her master was one of the only other elves she had ever been in contact with.

"well, to be outcast, foreced to live away from the forests," malcolm said. "to live among humans and to never see the forests again, is the highest possible punishment that can be bestowed on an elf. I'm not just an outcast, as outcasts can still see the forests. No, I've been branded the worst of the worst, for if I set foot in one of the elven forests, I'll likely end up with an arrow through my head and a knife sliding against my throat." He chuckled. "No, I sold my village to slavers, and now I'm not allowed to see the forests where I was born. But it was worth it, and I still have my garden to remind me of home"

As a couple more hours pass from Zs seizures; her muscles stop twitching and the froth around her mouth dries up. She settles into a deep healing sleep by glowing a slight golden color that is concentrated from the red symbol on her forehead. She moans softly and tries to turn the other direction in the wheelbarrow.

Penny's eyes widened as she watched all of this unfold. She swallowed a lump in her throat and looked at Grey. "This place...it's insane. I have never witnessed anything like this in all the places I've been in the seven years I've been in the slave trade." She slightly shook her head, causing light brown hairs to fall in front of her face.

Dustin had passed out, both from exustion, shock, and of corse pain. Grey's tears poored out even stronger, until he heared Penny speak again. "I-", his voice cracked "..I wouldnt know...yesterday was my first day, today was his..." The gryphon's tears soaked his feathers, and the base of his cage. He stared at Penny, hoping for some sort of...well anything. His ears even drooped and fell motionless.

Z frowns. Something....or someone important to her is upset.... She twists her bottom half the opposite way in the wheelbarrow. Her frown deepens.

Unknown to both the gryphon and the hipogryph...Zs blood mixes with their own and slowly the cuts start glowing the same golden color that she is.

Grey stared at the glowing blood that now coated his legs. What was going on?...When it gets on Dustin, and Grey's continues into own cut legs and feet (cut from the shackles he wore being taken here) and begins to glow his eyes get wide. He wonders whats happening and all at once begins scratching to get it off. Instead of getting it off him however he only made his own wounds deepen, and more blood seeped in. He nudged at Dustin to wake up, but he was out for a while still...He pondered what it was, why were their wounds glowing, what was going on. he once again started at his legs scratching in panick.

Penny stared at Grey and her eyes widened. "Grey! Grey! Stop it! Your going to kill yourself!" She tugged on her restraints, wondering why he kept scratching at his wounds. As she tugged at her restraints, pain seared through her body and she winced horribly, causing her body to shudder. "Grey. Just. Stop. Scratching!"

Grey paused and looked up, hearing Penny's voice. "Look, look!", he shouted, showing the unusual glow and going back to scratching. In doing so he finally woke Dustin, who's first reation was "What!?!", then stared at their odd looking cuts, "Grey...whats this?". Dustin noticed Grey's scratching, "Hey, hey. Dont scract yourself up like you did me, god, you tryin' to commit suicde or something?" He tried to go stop him, but wimpered and collapsed in pain on the floor again with a loud grunt. "Come off it.", he said in a pained voice. Grey stared at what he had done to his own legs and started to wine from the self-inflicted pain...but the cuts were still glowing...

Since Dustin couldn't reopen his wounds like Grey was, the golden glow got brighter and brighter until it was blinding everyone around him. After a couple of seconds the light dims to a soft golden color and everyone sees that Dustin no longer has any of his previous wounds.
((Bebe we can to the bond!))

Nakia watched the two large creatures. The glow that was radiating from them intrigued her. She slowly sat up in her cage to watch. She kept silent until she noticed that Dustin’s wounds were actually healing from the glow. “Grey stop that. The glow isn’t going to hurt you.” As she got those words out the glow around Dustin because blindingly bright and she had to shield her eyes. Once the glow dimmed she was amazed to see that Dustin’s wounds were totally gone with little scarring. “Amazing.” She had seen healing powers before, but nothing like this. Moving to get a closer looks she winced. After a moment she gained control over the pain and moved towards the front of her cage.

Malcolm's attention was diverted by the caged girl who had started glowing. "I wonder what the state of her mind's like right now," he said, more to himself than anything. He looked at the glowing girl, then said to her mentally Hello, girl. What's your name?

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Kit walked into the slave shop and began looking around. She stopped in front of a cage holding a cat girl. "Hello," she said to the cat-girl. "What talents and abilities do you have?

Nakia looked the women who stopped in front of her cage over. After a moment she finally replied. “I have many talents. I sing, dance, and play different instruments. As for abilities I have control over air and ice.” Though it hurt she moved so that she was sitting more proper. She wondered why the women had stopped at her cage. Her back was still covered in dry blood, cuts and gashes from her punishment.

When Z heard someone ask her name in her head; her physical body jumped slightly. In her mind she twirled around trying to find out who said that. She was distracted from finding the person when a new wave of pain washed over her. Wait a second, she thought; wasn't I unconscious from purging..oh OH, the gryphon! She immediately started to panic when she felt more pain wash over her. He must of gotten my blood mixed in with his... and wait, She frowned; wait...a minuet, there is more than one? Her eyes widen in shock. But that can't be possible...She was then mentally blasted with information from Dustin's mind, his fears, dislikes, hobbies, everything from his mind flowed into hers. Slightly overwhelmed and tired from releasing all of the emotions earlier, she started to fade back into unconscious. Then a stray thought passed by her....Dustin still loved...Grey? Yes, that was the gryphons name...but Grey was scared of his glowing cuts....

Malcolm heard the girl's stray thoughts and asked, Who's dustin, who's grey? The girl was starting to lose consciousness again, and he was starting to get upset, he wanted to find out more about this girl who could send the emotions of others into his head. He looked up from the girl to realise that they had finally made it to his manor, a large 2-story house with a large garden in back of it.

"so you tried to escape," kit said, more a statement than a question. "If you were my slave and you tried to escape, then you'd be punished worse. But then again, I do reward my, faithfull, slaves well." This slave seemed interesting, she seemed to be tame, but she had tried to escape. She seemed intelligent, and would likely make a good servant for kit.

“I am Nakia.” She replied. Her ears twitched slightly when she heard the voice of the handler who she attacked. He was coming closer.

“Hello there miss.” The man stopped in front of the cage beside Nakia’s. He had a few scratches on his face and arms. He ignored the slave girl as he continued to talk. “Do you need any help choosing a slave or two?”

Nakia blinked when Kit said that she wanted her.

The handler nodded. “I’ll get her ready for you.” His tone was a little harsher then he intended as he spoke. He glared at the slave girl before going to grab a collar and shackles. It wasn’t long before he returned.

Her tail swayed as she gave the man a satisfied smirk. The job she did on the man’s face and arms was to her liking. Most of it would heal and not scar, but a few spots would scar. “Get back,” The man ordered her and she backed away.

Cautiusly he opened the door and put the shackles on the girl’s wrists. Once they were secure he pulled her out of the cage roughly.

She knew what the man wanted, but she wasn’t about to give it to him. She managed to not fall out of the cage when he pulled on the chain. Her face didn’t show any signs of pain as she stood before the man.

Grunting he went about putting the collar on her. He made it tight so that it would bite into her skin. It was his way of telling her that he wanted to cause her more pain for what she did. After he was finished he connected the chain from the shackles to the collar and handed the women the lead chain.