YOU'RE MINE [altair]

[King Narcisse]

ooc: this is going to be short and sweet because proboards ate my first post. /sniff sniff. ;n;

Twice had he left the castle grounds without a word to his adviser. He was becoming quite the rebellious young king, huh? No, not really. He just wanted what the servants were too incompetent to obtain for him. They didn't know just what he wanted. Only he did. Thus, he slipped out of the castle every now and again to obtain exactly what he wanted. Nothing more, nothing less. Leaving was quite easy. As king, the guards were not to question him. They probably should, and it would probably have been easier for him to grab a guard or two and have them come with him, but he shouldn't be too dependent on the guards. Not all of them would so readily defend his life. He was quite sure some wanted him dead, but that was just because what happened with father put him a little on edge.

Draping a black cloak over his shoulders, putting the hood up, grabbing his sword, and grabbing his spending money, the king left the castle. He needed not a carriage as his destination was within walking distance. All he needed to do was traverse from the castle walls to the market within Rota City. It wasn't all that hard. All he had to do was weave through the hundreds of citizens that crowded the streets. He almost felt pity for the horses that were connected to the stagecoaches, forced to wait on the sidelines while people surrounded them. Ugh, and the smell was just horrendous. Go in, grab what you want, and get out. Lucifer will never know that I am gone. With that in mind, the young king pressed forward.

Being small proved to be useful. He could easily slip through the small gaps between citizens. His blue gaze glanced around the market, taking in everything from the vendors shouting at the potential customers to the live merchandise tied together by rope. He returned his gaze to the path ahead. He had no need for the fruits, vegetables, and everything else he could get a servant to obtain. No, he wanted the toys. He wanted the slaves. They were his prize for tonight.

[Prince Altair]

You're Mine!

Altair couldn’t remember much after he was hit in the back of the head. The only thing that stuck out in his mind and made him uncomfortable was the bloodcurdling scream that made him crawl into the depths of his mind. Cevia was not going to be happy with him. Why didn’t he listen to the fox Pokemon?

When he woke up he was in the worst place he could imagine. Stuck in a box smaller then his own body. It wasn’t the fact that his whole body was cramped that bothered him. It was the fact that he couldn’t move and could do anything about it. The fact that there was no way he could free himself. That was what scared him the most. He couldn’t defend himself. His screaming lasted for three days, in and out of consciousness, without food. They ignored him for three days.

Finally they pulled him out for a little interrogation and he went wild, despite the fact that his body was so weak. He was able to take out five traders before they knocked him out once again. When he woke up he had been tied to a wooden pole. This gave the traders the opportunity to whip and beat him to the ground. He lasted three hours before falling asleep once again.

After a couple more days of fighting he finally got the idea that it was impossible for him to escape. So, he came up with a new strategy. One that he knew would take much longer to achieve. By this time he could hardly stand up without help. So he calmed himself down. Pretending that he was broken in. He even noticed that most of the traders knew he was blind or knew he was an Arabian. His skin was snow white by this time and his eyes an icy blue. He was confident enough in his lack of sight by this age that he was able to keep his head down and react solely to voices and sounds. When someone told him to look at someone he would wait for that person’s voice.

Almost two weeks after being beaten, Altair found himself in the market place at last. Finally, almost completely healed from the beating from before and yet still in very weak shape. He usually kept his eyes down, unless someone spoke to him. Most people took his far off look to represent his feeling of Hopelessness. It wasn’t, but he kept it as solemn as possible.

He now realized that a women was looking to buy him, but decided to look at the other Slaves first before deciding. His heart pounded as he stood. His hands were chained which seemed to be connected to a horizontal post in front of him. Several other slaves were posted beside him. This was the new batch of slaves. The ones that came directly after being caught or sold.

[Notes; Sorry this is so choppy. xD Like your post, this is the FIFTH time I've tried to put this up.]

Character Name: Prince Altair | Tags: King Narcisse

On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams

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