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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Dec 21, 2018 14:04:58 GMT -6
Beggars Can't Be Choosers. Elune & Gunvor
Valore Day Time.
Gunvor, once again, has been put on the markets after the passing of their previous owner. The large draft has been biding their time with imaging snapping this funny little Slave Trader's neck... That is until Elune shows up, looking to purchase her own slave. And frankly, Gunvor would rather be stuck with the Slave Trader than go with her.
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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Dec 21, 2018 14:18:51 GMT -6
Gunvor
Pit-Fighter | Aodh
"Kid, get off the ground.
Spit your blood, and bare your teeth; go down a savage, go down fighting."
How much effort would they have to put in to snap his neck in half, the voice in their head wonders. Probably not too much.
They hadn't expected to be found here once again -- tied up like an animal to a post, baking under the sun's heat. In truth, Gunvor had hoped their previous Master would be around for a while... But it was almost as if they forgot that people don't live forever, everything comes to an end one way or another. Except for this life -- that didn't seem like it had any form of an end. At least no time soon anyway.
Their gold eyes burrow a hole into the back of the Slave Trader's head; a man by the name of Remus, the man that had turned them into a Pit-Fighter and had been responsible for setting them up with their first Master. Sure, the previous set up had been a good one -- one that Gunvor wasn't going to complain too much about. They had enjoyed that master. (Oh, they hated that word with a burning passion.) But there was no telling how it would go this time.
"You won't be here for long," Remus had told them -- his nose up in the air like he was so much superior than them. The large draft only snorted in response, their ears swiveling back against their neck, lips pierced together in a grimace.
If they had to stand here any longer -- tied up like some wild animal -- they were going to lose it.
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Post by TinyMinou on Dec 29, 2018 8:01:32 GMT -6
Elune
Aodh - Artisan
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It was a warm hot day when Elune walked around in Valore. It was rarely that the hippocampus come out of her house, but she needed new brushes as the previous brushes had broken down. With a gilded brindle with moonstones on her head and saddlebags full with new tools on her back, she walked into the Dark district. Elune never thought of owning a slave even though she had the money for it. Maybe she just had a longing for someone near her, which did not happen often as she spent most of her time in her home drawing. Shaking her head of the thought, she kept walking around, looking around the slaves market. After a few minutes, she knew what she was looking for; a pit fighter.
Elune had always enjoyed the fight in the Crucible. The pit fights were the only times that she would go out for her house for. She found these fights amusing as she even gambled a bit whenever she thought one of the fighter would have a winning chance.
So with an idea in mind, she looked around the market. She was looking for a big and buff pit fighter. And not much further, she saw the one that she found perfect. Big and buff with a lot of scars. Not much better than this it could be. Elune walked to the slave trader, with her golden eyes inspecting the pit fighter with much interest.
"How much?" She asked, her voice lacking any sort of emotion.
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