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 Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 10:20 pm
He looked out longingly from the bars of his cage. How many times had he been in Hyena-mans cages? How many times had he attempted to run away? His eyes looked up in deep thought; he had lost count over the entire thing. So what was a slave to do? He looked at the other kitties in the other cages. Maybe one of them would help him break out and get away from hyena-man once and for all. He put a paw forward and moved towards the center of the cage, the chains attached to the bar making a clang as it dragged behind him. He lifted one paw and ran it over one of the linkings. These were impossible to break. He glared at Hyena-man. Nobody could escape from that b*****d- but maybe he'd get lucky and find a gulliable master.
"Ello?" He looked out around him for a kitty to keep him entertained. Yea like that was possible. The only thing he liked was books and not conversation. But he'd never be allowed one of those. His tail wrapped about his legs sitting down on the cold steal. Today was going to suck.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 9:14 am
 Karuzir looked out through the cage she was in, chained to the inside of the cage and caged from the other slaves. She hadn't been here too long, her sister Shemesgisa and herself were born on a farm into slavery. So long as she obeyed and was lucky enough to be owned by a master that was not ruthless to his slaves she would be fine. At least, fine enough that she wasn't being beaten down for no logical reason.
She twitched her ears, hearing a small meow of a greeting coming from a cage near her own. She peered to her sides, seeing some empty cages and chains that would most definitely be holding another slave soon enough. Other slaves were defeated, resigned to a life of misery. She moved as much as her chains could allow her and put her paw on the side of the cage.
"Hello?" She called out in reply. She was bored and she wasn't at all sure who was calling out... and why.
"What do you want?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 6:50 pm
It was nice to hear another voice then the hyenamans. He perked up and ran to where the other kitten was speaking to him. "What I want..." He paused eyes rolling towards the back of his head in deep thought. "What I want is to pass the time till some scummy hound comes to buy me again. You know what I'm saying." But looking at the other cats body it was apparent that he didn't. Adalgiso was rather talented at hiding his own welts, one of the benefits of being an aide. "So-" He started casually. "How many owners have you had?" He puffed himself up proudly obviously happy he was passed around from so many different hands. Chains jingling as he dragged them further towards the side the kitty was at so he could see the female better.
"Man I just can't wait to get out of here and be free..." He gave a nice long contented sigh at the thought.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 10:57 am
Karuzir rolled her eyes. She knew she had had it good on the farm with her sister. It was only when her masters had fallen on some bad economic turn that she had to be sold. She didn't know where her sister was but she had learned. Do well, don't argue, don't complain, don't whine and she had a pretty content life with not getting beaten so long as her master was not a complete and horrible hound who thrived on being cruel to his slaves. As long as she kept it together right?
"I don't agree. My sister and I were treated well by our former master. Only reason we are here is because master needed more money. If kittens are lucky and aren't quite fools they wouldn't be beaten up on," Karuzir lectured.
She glanced at the slave speaking to her, "All I want is to do some work again and have my sister beside me. Freedom is nothing when you have a hut above your ears and you get fed."
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 6:49 pm
"Well you go lucky. You got a good master- sorry you had to lose them." He felt pity for the other kitty especially when she spoke of her sister; somebody he assumed that the female was never going to see again. "I haven't been so lucky. All my masters sucked. And it was worse because I knew how to read. Hounds don't like smart cats ya know." He shifted so the other couldn't see his scars.
"Though I hope you get lucky and a hound buys you and your sister together. I like to see OUR kind happy." He sighed again thinking about the reality of the situation, he really wished the cat found his sibling as slim of a chance it was. He just didn't dare speak his mind.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 8:54 pm
"It was his life or us, and no matter how good a master is they're not going to give it up for just some slaves," Karuzir reminded. "Just face it, you've got to be really strong and lucky to get out of being a slave. You might as well make your life a little better. I think it's lots better than being miserable your whole life, being beaten and thrown away like you mean nothing."
She sighed. The other kitten seemed to get some bad masters. "I think you just found bad masters. Plenty of slaves have to learn to read to help their masters. Like the ones with scribes as their masters. Some haveta work by keeping records for their masters' business."
Karuzir peered out of her cage, pushing the chains to their limit as she reached her metal confines. "Thanks," she whispered. "I hope I see her soon.... I'll work hard to help my master buy her if it becomes the case."
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 9:11 pm
"I don't know where any of my siblings went. We were all sold when I was really young. My first master didn't care about anything but money-" He pointed to hyenaman. "Reminds me of a few people I know." He gave a pathetic kind of laugh as if it was more depressing then it was a joke. He then regained himself. "Do you know your sisters here too?" He cocked his head walking over to the edge of his cage. He didn't want to depress the other cat by saying the hard truth her sister might not be there. But he didn't want to say anything as it was just nice to be able to see another feline upclose.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 9:23 pm
Karuzir peered out, looking for the hyena called Mr. Hyde, imagining she was looking for her sister in the cages. She only saw him for a little bit before she was separated from her former master and her sister. She peered at the male slave she was talking to.
"Truthfully, all I've ever known was my sister. She's all I've ever had except for our master. The farm was all I knew... before the fez bought us so our master could continue his life."
She continued, "We were sold together but I didn't see where the fez took him. I heard something about a higher price for her though, since she's a little prettier than me."
"Anything special you know how to do?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 9:31 pm
"Well at least if you guys were sold here together then it's a good chance she's still here and not someplace else. Well aside from being sold already." He got very quite. "I-I'm sorry for mentioning that. I know it's hard for you." He grew quite knowing that was a dumb mistake to let something like that slip. He quickly changed the subject addressing the others question. "Well aside from breeding...I can read. I've tought myself since I was a kit. Do you know how to read?"
Reading was important to the golden tiger stripped cat. It was what got him threw the beatings and the hate. The small scraps of paper in his collar were his only links to freedom. His only chance of being himself. If he couldn't read...well then he didn't want to live.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 10:41 pm
Karuzir grinned, she was able to pick things up pretty well and she did hope that one day she could read. It was a thought in case she was indefinitely separated from her sister. She wanted to be able to have some way to try and track her sister down. Being able to read may just be the way. A plus side was most masters who needed slaves that were literate weren't very cruel to their slaves. That was the usual case anyway.
"I just hope that she hasn't been bought yet. We agreed that we'd mention to our owners that we would like each other to be bought together," Karuzir murmured. "Just a small comment, just to try and make them think they thought of it themselves. I don't want the chances of us being nuisances to make it hard on us with our new masters. Stirring the water, so to speak."
Karuzir shook her head. "I don't know how to read. I have a different skill though. She looked down at her paws, it was a bit awkward with the way the chains held the collar. "These paws know how to sew materials together. Animal hide, cloth, you name it. I also pick up learning new things pretty well."
She looked up once more, eyes piercing through the cage holding her captive. "What's your real history? Why do your masters sell you all the time? Getting yourself into too much trouble all the time?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 11:14 pm
Adalgiso looked over at Karuzir and watched her paws move about. Obviously a talent he didn't have. His paws were clumsy and he broke everything he touched. "I wish I could do that." He gripped the sand and let it slip from his paws. "I have no talent with my hands. Just my head." He pointed at his noggin with one of his chained paws. "I made up for the paws with the brain." He paused. "Not that working with your hands means your not smart." He bit his lip. "I'm sorry if it came out that way love."
There he went again not able to complete anything without screwing it up. "Yea well thats kinda another reason that owners don't like me. I screw up alot." He pounded the sand benieth him hurting his paw and shaking it. "True story though, I'm a breeder. I hate it. And well my owners before found out I could read and they didn't want me to teach my kits how to read. I couldn't deny them that freedom. So I ran. I havn't had one kit. And I won't until they would be free kits allowed to read like I know how to do."
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 11:45 pm
Karuzir didn't let what the other slave meant to really say bother her. After all, slips were where when the mouth was too fast for the brain to tell people what to say better right? She wasn't the smartest slave for sure, but she was pretty above average. She would not be able to pick up other knowledge as well as she could if she was not. Her paws were pretty steady, able to complete her tasks pretty consistently and efficiently. She wasn't the best, but she certainly was not the worst. She was on the weaker end of being a useful slave though. Her strength and agility were just poor. The few times she had failed, she did not hold up well consciously to the punishment.
"I think I know what you mean. Not all the smarts mean you have your way with words," she chuckled. "You're bound to have a kit one day. A hound would learn of your habits and just make sure, if they think you're worth all that trouble."
Karuzir knew she was different from this slave. They had total different outlooks on how they were set to live their lives. "Do you really think it's freedom or death?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 12:33 am
He shrugged and took a paw and loosely jangled at his chain before looking back at the other cat. "You know I really don't know what to think anymore at least about myself anyway. But I know I don't want my kits to grow up in this and by god I'm going to do my best not to have any of them. But for me, I guess I will just manage until the day I expire at some hounds whip. Thats just how it is. Thats how the life of a slave cat is. And hey if they find out I'm a breeder they will also find out I'm an escape artist and hopefully leave me here. I dunno Hyenaman isn't that bad except for his smell. We get fed and he doesn't bother us with whips or nothing because it would damage us. Aside from this ruddy chain he's the nicest non-cat I've met out here."
He didn't have any siblings to wait for him. He didn't have family that he knew to a decent age. He was alone. In a terrible world that was completely against him. It just made him even more depressed. "Ya know death as your freedom isn't such a bad thought these days." He collapsed to the bottom of the cage not at all as confident as when he first started the conversation. "I really wish I had a sister or a brother looking for me like you."
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 3:56 pm
She seriously wondered about this kitten. He was pretty much an adult for crying out loud. Old enough to be a slave and his slave duties. Either be a slave and do things right or just get himself offed. Anything between was just a misery for all involved. Other slaves and the masters. Escape artist? The slave was in a cage, just like her.
Karuzir rolled her eyes and snorted. "I guess I am lucky. I decided how I'd live my life. They can control me, make me do their work. But I decided to live this way. I decided that I'd do their work. Better to decide than to waste away pathetically."
She could tell this slave wasn't wasting away, but he seemed close to it. She didn't know if talking to him anymore would influence him. But really, expiring away was pretty sad way to die. If a slave wanted to die, at least die for something right? Getting in a fight with a master for their freedom. Fighting with a guard. Something. Better than just wasting away to nothing.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 8:23 pm
He sighed again and held his head even lower. "I don't think that a decision more then it coping what Set by hell has given us. Would you really have agreed to live your life that way if you were free? If you were free would you still want to live your life as a slave? Why do you agree to such a life? You should really try to be free- even if it ends badly. At least I knew I tried in my last dying breaths." He stopped and looked at her. "But you know I don't hold it against you if you really DO like being a slave. I mean I didn't mean to be offensive."
He sank to the bottom of the cage further then he had. His whiskers folded to his checks and he just felt misery over him. "I don't want to be a breeder. It's just not fare. Not in the least bit." He curled into a ball not wanting to talk much more. It was pointless.
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