#trainerofslavcs

“If ya know people are gonna get so angry at you with what you do why stay slave traders? If a former slave like me who cant read or write anythin’ can find things to do to make money ‘m sure anyone can.” Shrugs, crossing her arms. Sure being almost 30 and not able to read or write wasnt anything to flaunt but it didnt stop her making money. @callousinfamy @trainerofslavcs

@trainerofslavcs The 16 year old, serpentine girl was furiously pacing around her cage as potential buyers paused to look at the bizarre slave behind the bars. Every time a person came too close for comfort she let out an angry hiss and showed her fangs. This was infuriating, being displayed beside animals for sale. She wasn’t in the mood for being here, her usually bright patches of scales were dull from shed. Though her bad mood was partially extreme discomfort, with her hands bound in chains she couldn’t do anything about the shed on the scale patches on her body. And the dead skin itched beyond belief. Trying to vent some irritation she slammed her shackles against the bars of the cage with a loud, crashing clang of metal on metal. Effectively scaring some nearby aristocrats half out of their wits with the noise, causing them to quickly hurry away. Despite the fury in the serpent like eyes they looked somewhat dazed as well, the people put in charge of watching cept her area too cold for her comfort, adding to the vulnerability she was feeling of being in shed and also feeling sluggish from the cold. Despite that it didnt deter her from yelling and continuing to hit her shackles against the cage. “Let me out dammit! I’m not some freak you can put on display!”