Thread: Don'tCage my Heart (Dream Guide/FoxWriter)

It was a cool, bright morning on the first day of the Summer Moon festival of the country of Eden. For nearly a month, people from all over the world had been gathering to sell exotic fares and wares at one of the biggest celebrations in the world. Only the Wintersong festival in Ceroa and the Lake of the Flowers festival in Lomarota could compare to this. All three festivals where during different times of the year, so those who could afford it, usually went to all of them. Merchants traveled to and from, constantly selling and restocking and dabbling in both legal, and illegal trade. One of those illegal trades was the slaver trades, where people where kidnapped and sold as slave stock. Not just any slaves, but sexual slaves. In the country of Eden, the sex slave trade was legal, so long as your slaves where born as slaves, bread to be slaves. That didn't stop a lot of people from... faking, certain paperwork. It certainly didn't stop the royal bloodline from purchasing certain 'exotic' fares. Normal people didn't have to worry, they weren't the sort of beings that would be kidnapped and broken and labeled as 'born and bred' to get around rules. The guards would look the other way so long as you have convincing paperwork. It hadn't stopped the vile Crown Prince from buying a very special sale either. No one knew exactly what she was. She had been 'found' according to the rumor mongers. She had also, according to those same rumors, killed all but two of the men who had captured her. Not much 'found' about that but they had the paperwork and no one was going to say a damn word because the Crown Price himself had purchased her. No one would dare. He had proudly walked her him, strutting like the smug, pompous little dip-shit he was, leading her by a fine olden chain that looped around her neck. It was so frail a human woman could have snapped it with a twitch of her neck. It wasn't designed for human women however and there was nothing the new slave to the Crown Prince could do but follow. She had followed, walking in a quiet, very refined manner that was far more stately than the strutting the prince was doing. Compared to her elegant, proud stride he looked like a five year old imitating the soldiers. Her soft pale hair was cropped very short in the back, almost a man's cut while the front was longer, framing her soft cheeks and highlighting the blind that covered her eyes. It was made from red silk and etched with real golden thread, drops of gold hung from it, making it a mockery. It was fixed in place with both magic and the lines looping around the thick horns that jutted from the side of her head, tipped with a natural cold color. Her ears where long and pointed, the edges jagged and she had several piercings, though the Prince would probably have the tasteful touch of metal changed out for something gaudy and hideously expensive. Her hands had been held behind her back using that same golden chain that could not be broken, and a golden 'Halo', settled behind her head and just over her shoulders. Hovering in the air it prevented her from using magic to free herself or defend herself against her new 'owner'. The Prince had been highly advised not to remove the blindfold, the chains or the Halo as the being' had, in their words, been left 'untamed'. What that meant was that they where too scared to try and beat or rape her into submission. And she would likely slaughter the crown prince and half the castle if he gave her half a chance. It had been a week since then and it appeared the Crown Prince had taken their warnings to heart, as he was sometimes seen traveling the stalls, strutting while she walked, tripping over nothing though she couldn't see while the prince looked for 'finer things' to dress her in. though he said this, she was always seen in the outfit he had taken her home in. despite the way she walked and the proud tilt of her head, she was clearly in ill health. Thinner even after a mere week, and there was a pallor, a grayness t her that said she was being kept very poorly. The prince was not well known for taking care of his 'toys' after all. Still, word had spread that for the night of the opening festival, the prince and his 'toy' would be staying outside of the palace. It was the young woman's chance, likely the only one she would ever have.