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Post by ebbarie on Dec 22, 2018 2:18:27 GMT -6
When Worlds Collide
Cody x Amon
Valore, Slave Quarters of House Bradene. Early afternoon. Inbetween chapter 6 and 7. |
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Post by ebbarie on Dec 22, 2018 2:24:38 GMT -6
 Amon;Aodh | Pit-Fighter
This city is disgusting.The book closed with a dull sound. To him it was a noise of defeat. For a moment he stared expressionless at the back cover, before his purple teke lit up and the book floated to the pile of other finished books.
Another book done, and he was still a slave.
With a frustrated snort he stood up and walked towards the door. Usually he would be in the middle of his training at this time of the day, but It was his weekly day off, something most Labor Slaves and probably many Serviles as well would envy him for. For him however it was an ordeal, each week anew. On every other day he could silence his swirling thoughts with the pit fighter training. Not so today.
His eyes turned towards the slave bridle that lay scrunched up on the floor. It was well crafted and an outsider would name it beautiful, but Amon couldn't bring himself to properly deal with it. Removing the thing after he entered his room and to throw it into a corner always felt like a little victory, he did it to feel better, to prove to himself that he hadn't lost all hope yet, even if he behaved like an obedient slave in the public.
Grudgingly he lifted the bridle up and put it on. The taste of metal in his mouth war disgusting, but by now he knew that the Guard before his door wouldn't let him out of his chamber without it.
The pit fighter knocked on the door and waited. Only moments later a face appeared at the other side. The Guard studied him silently for a moment, then the door was opened and Amon walked outside. He wasn't allowed to train on his day off, so his body had time to get the well needed rest, but at least he was allowed to move around the grounds behind the main house.
For a while he simply walked around, without a goal or much enthusiasm. By now he knew every inch of the area he was allowed to access, but it helped him to be in motion.
Standstill was poison for him.
Eventually he came to a halt, like most days, at the point at which he had the best view at the nearby sea. It was so close, the perfect way to escape, yet out of his reach.
WC: 399 | Post 1 |
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