PrincessKitteh
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- Posted: Wed, 23 Apr 2014 07:53:27 +0000
In the morning light,
xxxLet my roots take flight.
xxxxxxWatch me fall above,
xxxxxxxxxLike a vicious dove.
They don't see me come,
xxxWho can blame them?
xxxxxxThey never seem to catch my eye,
xxxxxxxxxBut I never wondered why...
"Such poor conditions," a soft female voice stated following the opening of the slave shop's door. Soon after came the subtle 'click clack' of heels on the ground as the owner of that soft voice began to walk around, her expression appearing disinterested as she took a gander at the current selection. It wasn't her first time in the slave shop, granted never before had she entered with the intention of making a purchase. It was almost like how people liked to go into pet stores just to see the various animals kept in stock. And while one would think the woman would have learned to expect what she deemed 'poor conditions', she felt the need to state it for the workers to hear, nonetheless.
Her blue eyes scanned the cages, studying the selection with fairly consistent apathy as she slowly walked. Her fingertips brushed the bars of the cages, unafraid of any inhabitants trying to lash out at her. Occasionally, around those with supposedly more violent temperaments, she met their gaze, eyes glowing faintly. In the back of her mind, Dahlia sorely wished she'd given in and set to look to make a purchase weeks ago when a handful had caught her eye. But, the meek ones seemed to have a higher tendency of selling quickly... Despite the rather high price-tags at times. Had she cared a little more, she would have given a frown as she came to a stop, her arms folding, though she simply glanced around with that same apathy.
"Poor pickings. I should have come much sooner, it appears," she remarked out loud as she continued to walk, silently judging the poor souls trapped within cages. That one too crude, that one taken, that one too creepy, that one too gaudy, that one completely unrefined... Granted, they were snap judgments and likely she wouldn't stand by them much if someone were able to read her mind and call her out. It was just her way of mentally distinguishing that which did not catch her attention in a kind manner. When she came to a stop, her mental voice again whispered 'gaudy'. Her blue eyes appraised the young woman inside the cage. The word gaudy came to mind as a result of the girl's pink curls of hair. Her attention shifted from the pink hair to the curling horns protruding from the poor girls skull. It wasn't that horns were gaudy; Dahlia herself possessed a pair of them after all. It was simply what sort of horns they were. Sheep. It begged a question to roll off her soft lips.
"Tell me, do you possess the same mentality as the creature in which your horns resemble?" she asked, expression never changing and giving hint of her inner thoughts, never betraying what sort of answer would be 'right'. She paused for a moment, staring the girl in the eyes. "That is, do you take orders no matter how ridiculous and allow others to think for you?" she added for clarification.
Hey yeah,
xxxDon't let 'em know we're coming
xxxxxxHey yeah,
xxxxxxxxxTiptoe higher.
Take some time to simmer down,
xxxKeep your head down low.
xxxxxxHey yeah,
xxxxxxxxxTiptoe higher.
xxxLet my roots take flight.
xxxxxxWatch me fall above,
xxxxxxxxxLike a vicious dove.
โถ ๐๐ช๐ฑ๐ต๐ฒ๐ช ๐ข๐ฝ๐ช๐ป๐ด โถ
They don't see me come,
xxxWho can blame them?
xxxxxxThey never seem to catch my eye,
xxxxxxxxxBut I never wondered why...
"Such poor conditions," a soft female voice stated following the opening of the slave shop's door. Soon after came the subtle 'click clack' of heels on the ground as the owner of that soft voice began to walk around, her expression appearing disinterested as she took a gander at the current selection. It wasn't her first time in the slave shop, granted never before had she entered with the intention of making a purchase. It was almost like how people liked to go into pet stores just to see the various animals kept in stock. And while one would think the woman would have learned to expect what she deemed 'poor conditions', she felt the need to state it for the workers to hear, nonetheless.
Her blue eyes scanned the cages, studying the selection with fairly consistent apathy as she slowly walked. Her fingertips brushed the bars of the cages, unafraid of any inhabitants trying to lash out at her. Occasionally, around those with supposedly more violent temperaments, she met their gaze, eyes glowing faintly. In the back of her mind, Dahlia sorely wished she'd given in and set to look to make a purchase weeks ago when a handful had caught her eye. But, the meek ones seemed to have a higher tendency of selling quickly... Despite the rather high price-tags at times. Had she cared a little more, she would have given a frown as she came to a stop, her arms folding, though she simply glanced around with that same apathy.
"Poor pickings. I should have come much sooner, it appears," she remarked out loud as she continued to walk, silently judging the poor souls trapped within cages. That one too crude, that one taken, that one too creepy, that one too gaudy, that one completely unrefined... Granted, they were snap judgments and likely she wouldn't stand by them much if someone were able to read her mind and call her out. It was just her way of mentally distinguishing that which did not catch her attention in a kind manner. When she came to a stop, her mental voice again whispered 'gaudy'. Her blue eyes appraised the young woman inside the cage. The word gaudy came to mind as a result of the girl's pink curls of hair. Her attention shifted from the pink hair to the curling horns protruding from the poor girls skull. It wasn't that horns were gaudy; Dahlia herself possessed a pair of them after all. It was simply what sort of horns they were. Sheep. It begged a question to roll off her soft lips.
"Tell me, do you possess the same mentality as the creature in which your horns resemble?" she asked, expression never changing and giving hint of her inner thoughts, never betraying what sort of answer would be 'right'. She paused for a moment, staring the girl in the eyes. "That is, do you take orders no matter how ridiculous and allow others to think for you?" she added for clarification.
Hey yeah,
xxxDon't let 'em know we're coming
xxxxxxHey yeah,
xxxxxxxxxTiptoe higher.
Take some time to simmer down,
xxxKeep your head down low.
xxxxxxHey yeah,
xxxxxxxxxTiptoe higher.