Two burly men walked in the center, holding an iron cage over their shoulders. Inside was a long, lanky figure, curled in a corner, bound by hand-cuffs. Her left eye was covered by an eye patch, and she looked beaten and torn, as though she had just come from a fight.
The men placed her in the section with the other
brown collared slaves. Her eyes burned a dark green, slitted like a cats, as she glared at the men who had set her down. A low growl rose from her throat. She reached a hand up, dragging the other with it due to the handcuffs, and pushed her long, silver hair behind her ear. On her wrist, a charm bracelet clanged. Three charms hung from a silver chain. One, a cats sillouette, poised and ready to pounce. A second was a pair of fists, indicating that she was a fighter. In fact, she was a black belt in three different branches of martial arts. The third was a black raven, which looked as though it had been smashed against a stone. The female slave eyed the charms disgustedly.
Sighing, she sat against the bars of her cage, looking about at the potential masters...
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