Thread: Slave In the City of Light [Vae Victus x detox__]

It had happened quickly, vividly and the massacre that had been made of her people was just that A massacre. Attacks like these should have been expected, however clearly the weren't entirely prepared and that was all to be said in the matter. They had been marching ever since said attack, even pausing once to create a revolt in which they were vastly outnumbered, and that was proved all the more when the bodies of those who had tried hit the ground. Despite the onslaught, her face remained stoic, knowing how this was going to work as she had been the last of the tribes royals to remain, apparently this was done intentionally as one of the soldiers had almost come close to taking her by the throat. Of course, this reaction was provoked by the young woman lashing out at him and instantly going for his eyes. Savages . Fingernails caked in blood and occasionally taking the opportunity to take a sideways glance at the male she had so boldly lashed out at, there was a silent aura of distaste for her floating around, not that she really minded. Couldn't care less. Chains rattling and the occasional sound of a grimace of pain, nothing was spoken to loud and no sound of pain was echoed too harshly, the light seemed to strike them all, the woman closing her eyes gently. There were stories through tribes about this place, tribes that had been wiped out just as hers was, stories of the light that blinded just like the sun. What do you do when you mistakenly look at the sun? Close your eyes. Again, she had heard of this place, the place where the so called 'God' presided, her lips curling into a soft smile before her eyes opened again, half lidded and adjusted to all of this 'Heavenly' light. So these were the father's favored creations? With her eyes now opened, the apparent difference in her eyes color now held the light, one eye a murky green color while the other a honey brown, it was often mentioned between ones who had never seen the woman that there was something odd in her eyes. Though her people were fearful, the fire haired woman remained stoic in her expression, the captive line stopping only to be addressed after they had been instructed to settle down. Dark brown boots made of some animal that had been used to the fullest stopping among the dirt, the ever present unamused and possibly even bored expression remained on her face. Hair falling to one side of her face, each strand seemed polished and occasionally pieces were braided in with feathers, leaving one aware of her royal blood lines. That, and a few other not so apparent surprises behind the woman, which was probably a far better reason as to why she was being separated from the group and why her tribe turned to her with wary eyes. Stepping forward silently, her chains rattled around her wrists, hands small among the large pieces of metal, she raised them easily. Of course, not before letting her fingers curl just slightly in a scratching fashion, watching the stern expression on the soldier's face falter just slightly, her own solid facial expression leaning toward that of a smile. The young woman who was clearly no older than being in her early twenties, rolled her wrists gently, aware of the set of eyes on her just in case she decided to act out a bit as she had before. Fortunately, the female hadn't moved from her position, shifting her fingers up through her hair, the loose curls of hair fell toward the center of her arm and along her back. Despite the clearly less than civilized appearance of all of them, there was an aura around this particular woman that seemed to settle around her, her curvaceous frame moved soundly ahead of the rest of her tribe. The light brown skin of an animal contrasting to the darker colors that were worn by the rest of her tribe, the occasional rip spotted by an obvious bit of fighting that had taken place upon the arrival of unwanted guests. Now however, they were the guests of the one called 'His Divine Light', something that left an unfortunate distaste in her mouth. Ah well, it would only become a more familiar distaste when she met the so called 'God', hm?