Samar St. Maurelle
Jun 7th, 2008, 03:47:49 AM
The cage was made of reinforced durasteel, so when it rose into the air--at least four feet, if the Rydan slave boy to the left were used for reference--and came crashing back down it made quite a noise. Loud enough, at least, to momentarily overpower the barbaric sounds issuing from inside it.
There were no cables attached to the enclosure, and the platform upon which it rested was simply that--a platform. How the impressively heavy cage had risen was at first inconceivable. After all, there were no mechanics involved. It had seemed almost to possess a life of it's own...
The contents of the cage, once considered, shed light on the deceivingly paranormal event.
The being inside was a disgusting creature devoid of anything remotely endearing or fathomable. It was a man, or at least a male humanoid, that much was made clear by the fact that the figure was stark naked. He was alarmingly thin but not in a way which insinuated starvation; instead, the small, delicate bones gave the impression that at any moment the being was going to take spread his arms and take flight. The skin that stretched tautly across the avian-like frame was very pale. It was almost a uniform white, as though the veins beneath it had been drained of blood, and tinted slightly blue in the dim wash of fluorescent light that shone from above.
The man was crouched in the centre of the cage, hunched over so that his vertebrae stood out along his back like angry knuckles. His head was stooped and lank, greasy hair the colour of pitch hid his face from the gathered crowd. A line of saliva trailed from his open mouth to his knee; there was a rumbling noise.
All of a sudden the humanoid screeched, a chilling sound that was terrifying in its barbarousness. He flung himself at the cage, rattling it mightily, snarling and spitting like a provoked animal. Again the cage tipped, rose a few feet into the air, and came tumbling down. It hit with such force that the man inside was thrown brutally to the ground, where he tumbled against the opposite side. He hissed as his ribs met the bars forcefully. His head snapped backwards, and then the man brought it forward with a wince, turning to finally take in the all of his surroundings.
Set deeply in the pallid, sharp-lined face was a pair of eyes that were in stark contrast to the rest of the creature's deathly visage. They were a startlingly dark blue, shot through with lines of amber. Each iris burned brightly; they were filled with an unfiltered sheen of rage and each face in the crowd that they fell upon turned away, physically assaulted by their intensity.
His lips pulled back in a sneer, and he bared his teeth as he crawled forward across the tiny floor of the cage; a collar around his neck, attached to nothing, became visible. Bony hands gripped the front of his prison, and the man began to trail his head across the bars, creating a muted, rhythmic thumping.
"Har. Mena, sha," The words hissed violently from his mouth, punctuating the drumming of his skull on the durasteel. "Nalitssss."
His name was <st1>Samar</st1>, and he was for sale. There was never any telling what was available on the black market, particularly at the sentient trade auctions, but it was clear from the precautions--even now the slave boy was nervously clamping the cage to the platform so that it was immobile--that this was special cargo.
Suddenly <st1>Samar </st1>stilled, his entire body going rigid with tension. His grip upon the bars tightened, and he went silent. A new figure was mounting the stage. <st1>Samar</st1> did not look up; he did not need to. Even if he hadn't been able to sense the presence, he could never mistake the particular cadence of those footfalls.
In the shadow of a second he erupted. He seized the top of the cage and swung his body with as much force as he could gain, driving his feet into each side repeatedly, trying in vain to break loose. He began to roar, and with an expression of unadulterated hatred upon his face, thrust his arms out through the bars. The Rydan slave boy was knocked back, though he was well clear of the flailing limbs. <st1>Samar</st1> let fly a demented howl as the figure approached. "Nimad! Levad! Ah l'lek u'io!"
It was clear to all present that the two were on less than friendly terms.
There were no cables attached to the enclosure, and the platform upon which it rested was simply that--a platform. How the impressively heavy cage had risen was at first inconceivable. After all, there were no mechanics involved. It had seemed almost to possess a life of it's own...
The contents of the cage, once considered, shed light on the deceivingly paranormal event.
The being inside was a disgusting creature devoid of anything remotely endearing or fathomable. It was a man, or at least a male humanoid, that much was made clear by the fact that the figure was stark naked. He was alarmingly thin but not in a way which insinuated starvation; instead, the small, delicate bones gave the impression that at any moment the being was going to take spread his arms and take flight. The skin that stretched tautly across the avian-like frame was very pale. It was almost a uniform white, as though the veins beneath it had been drained of blood, and tinted slightly blue in the dim wash of fluorescent light that shone from above.
The man was crouched in the centre of the cage, hunched over so that his vertebrae stood out along his back like angry knuckles. His head was stooped and lank, greasy hair the colour of pitch hid his face from the gathered crowd. A line of saliva trailed from his open mouth to his knee; there was a rumbling noise.
All of a sudden the humanoid screeched, a chilling sound that was terrifying in its barbarousness. He flung himself at the cage, rattling it mightily, snarling and spitting like a provoked animal. Again the cage tipped, rose a few feet into the air, and came tumbling down. It hit with such force that the man inside was thrown brutally to the ground, where he tumbled against the opposite side. He hissed as his ribs met the bars forcefully. His head snapped backwards, and then the man brought it forward with a wince, turning to finally take in the all of his surroundings.
Set deeply in the pallid, sharp-lined face was a pair of eyes that were in stark contrast to the rest of the creature's deathly visage. They were a startlingly dark blue, shot through with lines of amber. Each iris burned brightly; they were filled with an unfiltered sheen of rage and each face in the crowd that they fell upon turned away, physically assaulted by their intensity.
His lips pulled back in a sneer, and he bared his teeth as he crawled forward across the tiny floor of the cage; a collar around his neck, attached to nothing, became visible. Bony hands gripped the front of his prison, and the man began to trail his head across the bars, creating a muted, rhythmic thumping.
"Har. Mena, sha," The words hissed violently from his mouth, punctuating the drumming of his skull on the durasteel. "Nalitssss."
His name was <st1>Samar</st1>, and he was for sale. There was never any telling what was available on the black market, particularly at the sentient trade auctions, but it was clear from the precautions--even now the slave boy was nervously clamping the cage to the platform so that it was immobile--that this was special cargo.
Suddenly <st1>Samar </st1>stilled, his entire body going rigid with tension. His grip upon the bars tightened, and he went silent. A new figure was mounting the stage. <st1>Samar</st1> did not look up; he did not need to. Even if he hadn't been able to sense the presence, he could never mistake the particular cadence of those footfalls.
In the shadow of a second he erupted. He seized the top of the cage and swung his body with as much force as he could gain, driving his feet into each side repeatedly, trying in vain to break loose. He began to roar, and with an expression of unadulterated hatred upon his face, thrust his arms out through the bars. The Rydan slave boy was knocked back, though he was well clear of the flailing limbs. <st1>Samar</st1> let fly a demented howl as the figure approached. "Nimad! Levad! Ah l'lek u'io!"
It was clear to all present that the two were on less than friendly terms.