Born of blood and tears
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Born of blood and tears
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Black Market, Black Skies
When he opened his eyes, he could feel a burning similar to hot metal crawling along the many welts that decorated his back.  The iron prison that kept him contained was no different from the one he’s spent the past few years of his life in, but the large holding room certainly was a change of scenery.  There wasn’t much to see, though there was some not so subtle hints of the homeowner’s staggering wealth.
Gold and silver filigree surrounded the one and only door while embroidered tapestry hung from some sort of precious metal hooks. Â To think that the price of any of these vibrant displays could feed some peasant for nearly a year made the pieces even more sickening to behold. Â Heaven only knew if the money was clean or dirty.
The man groaned as he pushed himself into a sitting position; straight into the kiss of hot fire down his still mending injuries. Â He was far more concerned about breaking the never ending cycle of cages and needless extravagance. Those who had the coin certainly did rule above all, and he was all the proof that was needed to show that. Â He was no different than a canary that could be jabbed at until he sang for the amusement of others. The supposedly higher beings.
Adonis didn't have much that he could call his own besides scars that decorated his body and the clothes on his back. Â Bright orange and cream locks (which was rather hastily tied back) was complemented by eyes redder than the blood of nobility. Â Had it not been for his marred body and clawed paws, the hybrid of a man would've been quite the suitor.
Lucky for him the only souls that seemed to  be barred up in the holding room were poor creatures like himself who were captured and contained just for existing.  The black market was a brutal fighting ground of being in the right place at the right time with the right stocks, but it was also a place of opportunity.  Adonis had bided his time and collected his scars and in turn, his listed status plummeted from dashing servant to ill-mannered collectable to be put on display in a show of wealth. Â
With security at an all time low, it was finally time for the creature to make his escape.
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