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 Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 6:19 am
Listing to the other talk about the masters, Azibo could not lame him for the way he thought. It was natural to think that way, because they were never supposed to do otherwise. Why would they allow a slave to question it's status? It could only lead to trouble, so better to make sure they wouldn't do such a thing.
The kitten slave did not want to push the others viewpoints, as he knew his own thoughts were traitorous. Plus, he would feel reasonable if he made the other try such a thing, and end up getting beaten for it.
"I suppose that is true.." he answered Nessers question, looking at the bars of his own cage. "because there are no masters to take us away from this place, we are trapped here until we are bought. "
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 3:25 pm
Trapped. The word sounded so final. All energy seemed to disappear and Neser's head sank steadily until his chin touched his paws. It was disgusting to lie down in the filth, but the effort to stay up seemed too much at the moment. Giving up was one of the few things the young slave was really good at and he was really starting to lose hope now. The sharp stink of the cage floor almost made his eyes tear a little and he imagined every cat before him doing their... eww. Nasty, nasty, nasty! Of course, he had to use the floor too, but he tried to at least stick to the same corner. Now he started to wonder if those before him had bothered with that. Ew indeed... Nefer had been lucky... She had managed to keep clean and been bought quickly, before the white parts of her fur turned yellowish.
"What happens if the masters never come," Neser asked in a small voice, "Do you think there are cats that are kept here forever? Do they ever clean these cages?"
He had been in the Black Market longer than Azibo, so he should be the one with more answers. Right now he had no answers, but plenty of fears, doubts and questions.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 4:50 pm
Well, instead of offending him, he had made the other slave even more miserable. But he couldn't have help it even if he tried. It was the sad truth, and he could feel despair raising in himself with every minute he was forced to stay in this cage. The questions Nesser asked also made him feel worse, his ears drooping as he watched the other visibly lose strength.
He had no idea if he would ever be bought, and the same could be said for his friend here. It was something he did not want to answer, but for his second question he gave it some thought. "I suppose they would have to...otherwise, no hound would ever come to look here." He wondered how Hyde, or any hound for that matter could stand the smell. They had much more sensitive noses, it made no sense to keep them in such filth especially if they're supposed to be looking good enough to be sold.
With a sigh, he straightened himself up, looking as if he was proud and happy even if he had no reason to be. "Perhaps if we tried to make ourselves look more presentable" he said to Nesser "...then someone would notice us"
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 11:15 am
"Yeah," Neser murmured, "you're right. They can't let it get too dirty... Masters don't like it dirty. Supposed to be clean."
He had seen some kind of vat with a murky liquid in it when he was just brought to the market, and later learned that the hyena sometimes used it to wash newly bought slaves. Presumably to make them a tad more presentable for the trip to their new homes, but according to the Black Market grapevine the water used for washing wasn't changed that often. Imagining the state of the "water" after a few slave-washes Azibo's suggestion started to sound really good. Better try his best not too get too grimy in the first place. He started half-heartedly smoothing down his fur with his tongue. His cagemate had perked up considerably, even if this feigned happiness didn't quite reach the other slaves eyes. Neser tried to do the same, but his act was probably not going to convince anyone.
He let out a humourless laugh. "Perhaps we can make this the best looking corner of the Black Market?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 4:35 pm
"That sounds like a plan" Azibo agreed. "We'll put all the other slaves to shame" He began to clean himself, although it was with reluctance as he had not done so for a while, and he did not want to think about what his fur had been in contact with. Still. After he had finished, he felt a little bit cleaner then he was, so he hoped it would show on his fur. He then gazed out at the other cages again, looking for signs of any approaching hounds.
"Do you see any approaching hounds?" He asked. "..maybe we can convince them to buy us both?" He did not want to be the only one to escape this place, and to leave his friend behind would make the slave feel horrible.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 1:42 pm
It would have been easier to give up, and that was what Neser usually did when the odds seemed to be stacked against him. However, something made him want to at least try this time. He had told himself it was pointless to care or to forge any more friendships after Nefer was sold, but Azibo had reached a small part within him that he had rarely visited himself. His fighting spirit.
"Maybe," he said, even if he didn't believe they could be that lucky. He balanced on his hind legs, trying to get a grip with his front paws on the bars of his cage. He wouldn't be able to stand like that forever, but it did give him a better view for the moment. "I can't see any going this way right now, but there are one looking over there I think... Nope, he's got someone already."
He slipped with one paw and had to tumble backwards in order not to have his chin hit the bars. But Neser didn't injure anything but his pride in the fall.
"But don't worry," he said, in a sudden generous impulse, "My cousin was in your cage before and she got bought right away. Maybe it's a lucky cage!"
They couldn't know if they were going to be bought today, tomorrow or in a month, but captivity felt a tiny bit better. Azibo might be gone tomorrow, but he had made today a bit better than it had been.
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