Thread: White Rose Withering [TakodaVega x Dies Irae]

The building, the further Nettle explored its depths he seemed to follow a path of worsening destruction, each cage held a more severely beaten person, he could sense some were on the brink of death but he wasn't there to save them, he wasn't going to get involved with other peoples affairs, it would be better to conceal his identity if he left them as cold as that may have seemed. Passing by the cages one by one checking each for the signs of Rose, it was quite easy to see who wasn't her, Rose was quite distinguishable amongst a crowd what with the markings and unique qualities she had about her. The larger rooms held many cages, he had passed through three rooms like that now, he knew their would be solitary rooms, the most defiant captures were always left alone to avoid bolstering the spirit within them, how could one keep fighting if they were devoid of anything to fight for was something he had learned from an infiltration amongst another slave trading camp. The scents passing through his nostrils were anything but pleasant until one caught him by surprise, the scent pushed his mind into memories but those were already flowing through his mind before he caught it. He knew it and it was what he had been searching for, Rose's scent was passing through the corridors, he could find her quicker now as long as he went in the right direction. As Nettle moved through the winding corridors he heard speaking,, Standing behind the door he waited, this was going to be more difficult than he had hoped now, he would have to wait for the man to leave before he proceeded inside the room, though time wasn't on his side in this endeavor. Every minute that passed by he lost time against saving her from the training camp or a master to take her. A group like this was easy to track but a single person would be much more difficult, especially the masters and mistresses. Most of those liked to keep in secrecy and like him stay in the shadows unseen by the world. Nettle looked to the corridor ahead of him, he wouldn't be able to stay in here long without doing something to look like he was a potential buyer, turning to the cages in a room close to Rose's he looked over the slaves who all retreated to the backs of the small cages they were trapped in. Fear strung across them as he knelt in front of one, a girl no older than 23, she was frightened yes, Nettle could see it in her eyes and yet his were so calm. He had abandoned fear a long time ago, there was no need for it in his profession after all. Nettle stood and left as he heard the man leave, in the small corridor they passed each other, his eyes and the mans connected for a brief second before he continued on making it look like he was turning into the larger slave pens. The man seemed intent on having the girl in the empty room which meant Nettle again would have to wait for him to leave before making his move. As the footsteps disappeared into silence he slowly walked into the room, eying everything about it before proceeding further in, one exit, a few guards they wouldn't be a problem. Looking at the cage holding his target he tried to judge it's strength, by the rustic look he couldn't be sure of its strength but perhaps one of these guards were the slave master and had the key. For now Nettle waited, he walked to the cage squatting down to her eye level while keeping his eyes to the ground, he was thinking of a plan, kill the guards, break the cage and escape but the devil was always in the details, no plan was ever that simple.