Voices of The Deep
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"I can't wait to watch you burn."
Mothers warn your sons, the city was a dangerous place; the dark forest of every fairy tale, where the terrible old monster was waiting. Naivety of youth always drove them in, towards the look alike goblins that lured with smiling faces. But beyond the perfume this was no fairy tale: the only lurking demons he knew were white and scarred or wood colored nobles. Innocent recruits like the lost children, bright eyed, motionless in the green eyes as she danced. There were no goblins in this hell, only the few who proclaimed themselves saints among a world of devils.
Navigating the rotted stretch of land was not hard after a while, if you forgot the biggest danger. And that was the demons in ones self...but coming to terms with her inner monstrosities. She had begun to branch out...seeking someone, anyone who could help her.
She had managed to escape...the stench of fire and blood still lingered in the back of her throat as panic settled in the back of the womans mind. The cold air clinging to her skin as golden eyes flashed like embers in the night. Never in her life had she been so humiliated...made into a simple object of obsession. Her people enslaved...children she bore ripped from her very arms.
Fury...fury was all she felt...and as she stumbled in the cold holding her biceps together the woman huffed deeply, her nails digging into her own flesh as the cool breeze wafted upon the skimpily clothed femme as she wandered the open streets of Nar Shaada. Reaching out to those who passed her by often without a glance.
"Mozhesh dopomohty meni?" She begged, her golden eyes flaring with color as yet another simply brushed off her hand and continued on his way. Sharpened fangs would grind against one another as the womans long scaled tail swayed behind her...poised almost in a striking position as her fist balled. "Budʹ laska, meni potribna dopomoha. Vony vzyaly moyikh syniv! YA proshu tebe ... budʹ laska ... dopomozhitʹ" Her words slowed to a steady mutter as she simply stopped in the middle of the sidewalk...the bustle of the city simply passing her along as if she were an insignificant rock in the center of a river...
No one would listen...no one would even look at her seriously with the degrading clothing she wore...the only eyes she could feel were the ones on her back from the heathens who acted as if they had never seen a woman. Fine violet silk along the sides of her body, covering her amble chest from view. Dark colored sleeves along her arms and gold jewelry clinging to her cold skin, red gems strung along her belly and abdomen, golden rimmed leggings and lingerie. Alternatively, it was a finely crafted outfit...for an exotic pet for sale.
But the woman was no slave...death would sooner kiss her lips beforehand. No clothing that decorating her body was by no means a display of her personally...but rather a display of the situation she was in. She needed to find help...but none of the creatures surrounding her seemed to even care, and Shay could not speak their strange language. She was stuck, and quickly getting more and more prone to violent action to get the attention she needed...
Perhaps if she set the city ablaze...
Maybe that would get their attention.
Had to trip before you could tango.
OOC
This thread takes place after Shays escape from an auction to be sold as an exotic pet. You can refer here to see what happened. Since she is...or was a slave she is depicted as so above, the OOC thread that explains what the initial plan is can be found here. Enjoy, and if you want in just jump in. If you want to know something PM myself or post in the OOC thread.