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Caught in The Crossfire (Ribe & Amber Absolution)
Caught in The Crossfire Story Line: In a world where slavery is expected and to show who has more power is judge by the amount of slaves you control. Slaves are fought over and go for a high price on the open market. Now what makes a person a slave is the class in which they were born in to. But just because a slave is a lower class dose not mean he dose not have a chance to change that. On a would be slave 16 birthday they are test in this fighting skills, knowledge and other areas. If they pass the test they are taken from there families and adopted in to the noble families. If they fail which is usually the case they are branded with a large red hot iron on there back so they can never escape there fate. Now if they fail they are sold on to the market can even up any where. The most pricey of slave is one caught from another country and there children go for the most money. This is the story of one of the children from another country who would not get the chance to take the test just because he was a war child and the man who claimed him. Character Skeleton User Name: Character: Class: Sexuality: Personalty: Likes: Dislikes: Bio: Picture: User Name: Ribe Character: Mazy Class: War Child Slave Age: 16 (looks younger those) Sexuality: Uke Personality: Sweet, Smart, Dareing when he think he can get away with it. Likes: Sweet, soft music, books and being in groups Dislikes: Being hit or beaten Bio: Mazy family was from one of the country conquered by the Kingdom of Col and he was breed in captivity to be a slave. He would not have a say in the matter and would be force to do this if he like it or not. Picture: http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p...0821123767.jpg |
User Name: Amber Absolution
Character: Rach Class: From a noble family Sexuality: Bi, typically Seme in relationships. Personalty: Can be cold, hard and uncaring, unable to show emotions or understand them. Emotions come out often in the wrong way. Other times he can be overly polite, and will try to help others. Can switch between violent tempers and desperate sobbing. Likes: Swimming, reading, having people to fuss over, or being fussed over himself. Dislikes: Hot weather, hot food, being bored and not being given attention. Bio: Was born into his family, who never really spent any time with him. He went to boarding school and has only just come back. |
It was the day of Mazy 16 birthday and he was going to the market to be sold. The market was packed today because here was a rumor of a smart war child in the air. Mazy was lead a way from where the other slaves where and place in his own cage. Each of the younger slaves were branded with the large hot iron expect for Mazy they were saving him for last. The younger slaves scream from the marks being pressed in to theirs bodies. Mazy shivered in fear seeing this he know very well that was his fate soon enough. The other slaves hat was being sold were in another cage spread from the teenagers. The cages were nice and there was places to sit in them and food for each of them as they waited to be sold. The slaver trade had to take care of their cargo or they would be useless to them.
After they finished up with the other slave making sure they were ready they came to Mazy cell and feed him as they heated up a smaller iron. War slave children had a different brand a much smaller one that just neck on their neck. This is why they was rare treats because the brand made them special. After Mazy had finished the men pin Mazy down and soon the heat iron pressed on to his neck as he scream. But it was over soon enough and the men once again close him in his cage alone. After a while the bidding started and they started with the older slavers then moved to the teenagers. They were slaving Mazy for last because he would bring them in the most money. Mazy heard all the men and woman bidding wildly on the slaves and wonder what type of person was going to buy him. Mazy moved to the back of his cell as he saw the men coming for him. He was tugged out of his cell and was starting to be led to be bid on. |
Rach walked slowly through the streets. He hated this. The sound of sobbing teenagers, of shouting and screaming. He had no pity for them, no heart that reached out for them. Just a distaste for their noise, a hatred for their emotions. He didn't like the look of any of them.
That was until he walked into an emptier part. Fewer cages lines the walls. He stopped outside one and crouched down. "Name." It was hardly a question, more a demand. He wanted to know how that would effect the small, blond haired and delicate looking boy in front of him. "Name!" He raised his voice now, loudly and sharply. He could feel the older men around him looking at him. He hadn't seen a buyer as young as him yet, and guessed that people as young as himself didn't often get their own. |
Mazy was locke din a cage on the side of the stand going in the waiting lines to go up next when some man asked his name. "Ummm ummm umm Its Mazy...." He looked at the man he wans't supose to talk to any one in while he was in his cage but the guy keep asking him. Mazy could not sit in this cage it was a lot small more so a temp holding cell. The guards moved closer to Mazy and Rach.
"Sorry sir but he up next we need to talk him now." |
He just nodded, and went to wait for the bidding for that boy to begin. His interest had been taken, and he always got what he wanted. Money was not an issue, and he almost hoped the price was high, just so he could show off his wealth and how much better he was then anyone else. That boy had been...different. He wondered if he would have a good laugh on his hands with that one. He certainly looked like a floppy bunny of a child.
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The boy was now on the auction stand with everyone looking at him. Mazy was playing with his finger poking them together and blushing not liking everyone eyes on him. Then one of the guards tilted Mazy neck to the side to saw he was a war slave and not the standard type slaves they had been selling. It was rare to have one of this and everyone interested where perked up at the young looking boy. The owner of the slave market smirked.
"With me I have a 16 year old war slave as you can see from his markings." The owner what on and on to get the crowd in to the slave he wanted a high price for the young boy. this boy was about to be there bread and butter for months. While the other slave sold would just be small chance to them. The bidding starting and right off the bat some man bid 200 gold for the boy. Most slave only sell for 25 to 100 gold depending but War slaves princes where different they depended on the people in the crowd. The more money the slave goes for means when they go to brand the slave with there mark the price paid goes on it. People were shouting over each other bidding higher and higher some random guys in the crowd shouted 400 gold.... The owner smirked this was better then he thought for the young boy. "Going once.................. Going Twice...." |
He smirked, listening to other men fight for him, waist their time and breath. 400? He had expected much more then that...maybe he had just overestimated how rich these people were. "600." His voice was calm and cool, his expression unchanging when people looked round to look at who had made the new bid.
He looked at the boy, enjoying his nervous expression and the touching of his fingers together. Was that a habit? He did like the idea of a boy with a habit, something he could pick him up on, something to induce misery. He wanted someone to do as he said, but he had always loved people trying to change themselves for him, doing things for him, fearing him. He felt no joy or pity for those who cried, but if it was over him, or he had caused it, it was more then good enough for him. He waited, wondering if anyone else was going to bid back. He had raised the price by 200, instead of 50, hoping that it would put them off. He didn't have all day to stand around waiting for what was already his in his mind. |
"600 I hear any one here can I get 650... 650... Okay can I get 700 now.." The man was glad people were still biding and the bid had gotten up to 700 gold now. The man who had first said 200 was now at 700 gold glaring at the boy who had really out bid him. He was going to fight for the boy those he wasn't sure how much higher he could go to get the slave boy. The little slave toy with his fingers and looked down at the floor he seem to be nervous and scared. There were to many people trying to get his attention with the bidding.
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The boy smirked and rolled his eyes. "1000." He wanted the boy! He caught a glimps of a man glaring at him, and he stood up to his full hight and looked him right in the eyes. Three seconds was all that man had to stop before his face was a mess on the ground.
He didn't know what the other man was feeling, but he didn't like the look. It certainly screamed emotion, and Rach had never understood them. It angered him, and it tore him apart, and yet again he didn't understand those feelings either. He started to take money out his pocket, large notes. He still didn't take his eyes of that man, whoever he was. Go on...two more seconds. I'll make mash out of you! Still his expression was calm. |
The man looked away and blinked that was a high price and even he could not go that high up. The other look around and blinked and a hush came over the crowd no one was changeling now. The price was way out of there range. Some wonder if this young boy actually had that much money and would wait to see if the bidding would be drop when they learn the boy had lied. The owner smirked. "SOLD" He didn't even count going once going or any thing he just sold him for a 1000 gold that would be enough money for a few years so if the boy could pay it the slave would be his.
"Okay come up and claim your slave just let me count your money out. Do you have your family brand with you? So we can mark him with his going price and your family mark at once. Usually the family mark was a metal ring they heated up and place near the first mark. Mazy blinked at he was sold and looked to the young man who bought him. |
He was quite happy to give up the money, and watch the small boy he was taking home be marked.
He didn't talk to Mazy, he just made sure the small boy followed him to the car and then home. He didn't even look at him until Rach and the boy were standing in Rach's room. "You will address me boy as either Master, or Master Rach. Don't argue, don't talk back. Don't annoy me. Don't ever cry, or plead with me." He pointed to a small pile of sheets in the corner that was going to be Mazy's bed. "Do you have any questions?" |
Mazy was once again marked and he cried a little once the price/ family marks were put on him. Then he was in a car as he stayed quite and watch his new owner. But when they got to the new place his eyes widen as his new owner set down the rules. Mazy just poked his finger together nervously looking up at his new owner not sure how to respond to it. "ummm umm.. Mmm ummm." he started to shudder and was a little scared his new master seemed to be very demanding in what he wanted.
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Rach sighed, mildly annoyed that he wasn't getting an answer. "You're not use if you don't talk. I want you to talk." He sat there any waited. The boy was so small, so delicate looking. He was hoping that he wouldn't be too useless. He wasn't looking for anyone to do heavy lifting, more just someone to keep him busy, someone that maybe he could almost study. "Talk boy...you don't want to be in trouble." It was a threat, but his voice was still calm, his face still blank.
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"Umm ... Ummm...hi..... ummm... What do you... want me to say... I'm not sure what to do.... but I think I get what not to do..." his little eyes looks back up at his new owner softly and shyily. He made sure not to make eye contact with his new masters eyes. "Master..." He add at the end nearily forget to say it when he was done talking. Mazy was not sure if he like this at all.
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"Let me put it this way. If you ask what to do, you'll get in trouble. If you do it anyway, you'll only get in trouble if you do it wrong. So try." He walked over to the door and took out some things and threw them at the boy. A rather old looking shirt, boots and a collar. "Put them on later, keep the trousers your wearing now. Now, talk. Ask me things, tell me things. About you, about how you feel. Tell me how you're feeling." His eyes lit up talking about emotions now. He thought maybe if the boy talked about them, he could learn to understand them...
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Mazy clumsy got the shirt and boots but could not catch the collar he had to pick that one back up. He set the items on the floor and started to re move his shirt slowly turn his back to his master feeling very embarrassed changing in front of him. He put on the shirt given then the boots. Lastly he put on the collar and looked over to his master to get his approvingly. "Well... Master I'm a war slave.. my family were caught and I was well turn in to a slave to be sold. I didn't like it... it made me feel really bad. Unlike your kingdom slaves I wouldn't be given the chance to even take to test to not be a slave I think it unfair." then he blushed "Also I feel odd, embarrassed and shy when your looking at me when I dress."
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Inside, he felt....a mixture of happiness, pain and confusion. He was happy to hear about those feelings, but it hurt to not understand them. "Embarrassed? What makes you feel like that? Is it because It's me, or because It's a man, or because it's anyone? Would you feel better If I was a girl?" He understood that a males body was to belong to a woman's, and that many emotions changed depending on gender and who they were towards, but didn't understand quite how. "And your collars not tight enough, I can see that it's too loose.
(Sorry for not replying I've been really rather ill :( Finally got some decent meds though, so am getting better enough to go online properly. yay!) |
"Well I guess I would feel that way if any one looked at me changing... those I guess I become more shy if it is a guy." He paused for a little while. "I mean I like guys not woman. So I don't mean changing infront of them so much. I guess I get shy more around the gender I like." Then Mazy touched his collar. "Oh its too loose master?" Then Mazy tried to tighted it. "This better?"
(*hugs* I hope your better and things will work out for you. Glad your back) |
He nodded, thinking about what the boy had said."So, what is it you like about males?" He had heard of people liking the same gender but it was rare and not often very well received. He got off his bed, and ran his finger along the front of Mazy's neck, checking the collar really was tight enough. He was happy with how it was, so sat back down again. "And from now on, everything you feel, you tell me, even if I don't ask. Understand?"
(Nawh, thankies! Yeah, it's nice to be able to write things again. ^-^) |
"Yes Master..." Mazy wonder how to word thing to his master to make him understand. "I'm not sure but this don't have boobs... That a plus." He laughed. "I just like the male form so much better. Plus with guys I feel relax with when we are just talking." Mazy blushed and tried not to pull a way with his master's finger checking his collar. "That felt weird." He said after his master pulled away.
(*hugs* well glad your back) |
He raised an eye brow, interested. "Weird? Is it because you're not used to people touching you, or something else?" He was already thinking of other ways he could use this boys emotions. Knowing what made some one happy, or scared was a strong weapon. He expected to have to use things like that in the future. They might have been somewhat 'getting on' but when Mazy was working so hard he hardly had time to breathe, that would change.
(*hugs* Yup, hopefully I'll be around for a while now before anything else happens x3) |
"Just weird maybe cause I'm not used to the collar yet or how your hand moved to check it." Mazy said looked to his master. He did not know what to do next or what to tell his master but he wanted to get to know him and his emotions. "Well ummm lets see back on the action stand I was scared because I didn't know what was going to happen to me. I am still say I am because I still not sure what your going to have me doing."
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"Oh Just...work. You'll be fine probably." He pushed the question aside, not wanting to tell him. "You get scared a lot don't you? What scares you the most?" Hopefully it was something he could use, something he could tease the boy with. In his mind, it wasn't cruel to do that, or to hurt someone. It was just an emotion, or a feeling and it didn't matter. Mazy didn't matter. He was just his test subject, the person he could use.
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Mazy nodded. "I do get scared a lot...." The young boy then thought about the next question he wasn't sure what scared him the most. Maybe it was crowds or spiders, or being seen nude by a guy or maybe just the idea he could never be free again. The thoughts raced through his and he was quite for a while. "Ummm I'm not sure there so many things I could just make a list if that would help you?"
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