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[Blair]

Another day in the slve camps of Sriluur. Onas, the gypsy boy, had been here for three days. It was a horrible way to live. Not that he'd come here by choice. Unless you were one of the handlers it was a safe bet that no one did. The tightly pact sleeping areas. The horrible food. The disgusting living conditions. Onas did not evny this type of life or work. Being a slave was as one would think, a living hell of life. Even if he was chosen today, what good would it be? Just to be brought up by some high strung upstart or even some digusting Hutt to be a peice of amusement. The only thing that drove him was trying to escape for the sake of finding his family. ​

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Even here in the slave camps Onas dreamed of his family. Not only his mother and father but the entire band of mistfits and merhcants they travled with. The fun times spent together and the many places they visited while always on the move from place to place. He hated being stuck in one place for too long. But even an hour in these camps was considered too long; even for anyone else. ​

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The door to the cabin he and other slaves were forced into opened with one of the handlers arriving. A tall brutish chiss with a club in hand. He ordered for everyone to get up and move outside immedalty. Some of the slaves had stil been sleeping or eating, so being forced out like this caught the off-guard. Onas, however, only gave the blue man a defiant look. He'd tried escape once already which did no good. As punishent he had a motion collar strapped around his left ankle. No way he was going to move without them knowing where and when. ​

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The chiss walked up to him and plced the end of his club under his chin while threatining "Get moving, boy. Unless you want another beating."​

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At least for now Onas complied. He still kept a defiant gaze on him before walking outside. The sunlight blinded him for a moment before he adjusted. Once he did he could see a few other slaves already dressed up and ready for whoever was here to come and buy today. A few people had already shown, the same type of scum or criminals who wanted another lovely peice of meat for their amusement, or hard laborers for work. Given his thin, small muscluar build he knew no one would want him for that. But that also added to the fear Onas had that he'd never be bought and, by extension, never freed of this place. He only stood there while in his mind trying to think of more means of escape. ​

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[member="Azriel Zadimus"]​

 

[Narfi Hróðson]

Azriel walked along the slave markets of Sriluur, a large sun blocking umbrella in his hands and directed above him. He never liked such sunny world because he could get a sun burn so easily, a condition he'd had from birth. A few slaves here and there cast their eyes pleadingly to the whey-faced gentleman but he merely looked them over and kept walking, A working slave was not what he was here for, he needed something else. He was dressed as a gentleman wearing a fine coat over his body as he walked along.​

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Scum and Criminals were weary of him, his appearance alone showing that there was definitely something 'off' about him. He stopped at an auction of mixed slaves and decided to at least have a look over them. He looked over the buff and the stronger slaves in the crowd as well as the more feminine house slaves as they were presented as to the crowds. 'Weak looking, too buff.' He thought before he noticed a bit of an oddity within the group of male slaves a boy that was thin, small muscular build didn't fit at all with the buff and frail men in his group that either worked as worker slaves or house slaves.​

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He waited until all the other slaves were either bought or moved of the stage until only the slave boy was left among the male population of the slave. Most of the scum and criminals began looking over the females but Azriel decided to gesture to one of the guards to allow him a closer look at the boy and walked a little way from the stage and waited for the boy to be brought to him.​

Once the boy had been brought to him, he walked around him sizing him up since he now got a much better look at him. "How come he was in this group of slaves? and what exactly is his skill set." He asked the Chiss bruiser as he then stopped in front of the boy, a slight glowing tint of yellow for merely a moment in his eyes as he then brought his gaze towards the boy's eyes. His eyes strong and sharp, easily intimidating towards weak willed men.​

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[member="Onas"]​

 

[Blair]

Onas had noticed the pale man with the umbrella a few times. He only stuck out the most since he was the only one to carry any, and given his pale skin. Obviously he wasn't the type who liked the sun. When the man looked at him Onas looked away, trying not to gain any unwanted attention. Apparently it failed since one of the slavers had taken Onas over to him. He tossed him to his knees to allow [member="Azriel Zadimus"] to examine him. He looked up with bold, defiant green eyes at the pale man before hearing him ask what his skills were. Onas wanted to give a snarky remark but knew the chiss would slap hi or worse if he did. ​

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"He was sold off. Former aster didn't want him. Said he couldn't keep the boy under control. He used to be an entertainer or something. Does dancing and juggle and all that sort of nonsene." Onas gave him a dirty look before he branded the club again, saying "Watch yourself, boy. Or else." Once Onas looked away the slaver said to the Count "See? Brash little thing." ​

 

[Narfi Hróðson]

Azriel only smirked a little at seeing how the boy was so defiant, meant he had a lot of energy to spare, he'd make an excellent portable "food" for him. "Tell me what counter measures do you offer against slaves with a flight risk? and I think it is only a fair trade to get him relatively cheap given that he's hard to control?" Azriel then said with a sly smirk towards the Chiss as he straightened out his back and gave those green eyes a strong pale blue gaze back, as if he was actually looking at a meal, which in a way was very true.​

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"Boy listen to me now, I am Count Azriel Zadimus of Serenno and I will not tolerate defiance towards me, understand." He then said as he gripped [member="Onas"]'s jaw in a vice grip holding him there though he made it look as if he was just gently gripping his jaw. He held on for a few moments before letting go and then looked at his hand as he ran his thumb along the palm and then blew on the hand. "Can we move this to somewhere more... cooler and private perhaps?" He then said to the chiss and smiling a subtle smirk.​