Altered Dreams

[Zander]

It wasn’t that he had no will left, Alex saw no point in struggling now. The half demon’s pale, bloodied wrists were bound with crude ropes. As if it that would have really held him. If it was not for the damned cage around him, he would have long since escaped. But now that it was done, now that he had been captured, there was no point in wasting precious energy and kicking at iron bars. He’d save his strength for when they let him out. Then he’d rip them apart.

The thought was all that was keeping the black haired youth from attempting to break the metal surrounding him. He glared up at the man who was selling him. The mortal had put no effort into this capture, no. He wouldn’t have stood a chance against the halfling’s beating raven wings, not with that gruesome beer belly and natural slob attitude. Alex remembered very little about his capture. It was a blur of cries and sudden searing pain in his rib cage.

His chest was now bandaged, but black blood still seeped through the white cloth so tightly wrapped it was difficult to breathe. This, in effect, made him extremely light headed. His intense green eyes were half closed against the afternoon sun and weariness begging him to rest. But Alex did not want to appear in anyway like something any of these bigots would want to buy. He couldn’t look “tame”.

The sign was already making matters worse as it is.

“Name; Unknown
Age; 17
Race; Half demon
Height; 6’1”
Other; Built for hard labor”

The last line sickened him. he wasn’t ‘built’ for anything. He wasn’t supposed to belong to someone; he was a bloody demon, after all. He was not meant for this.

[Captain]

o0c::
Ooooh. Cap wants to join in. May she?

[Zander]

ooc;
Go right ahead