What is a Slave?

Amy Sunders · 12-07-2011, 05:11 PM

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OOC Dec 13

Word Count → 000

Amy was actually getting some decent travel in. She was crossing all over the plains, enjoying the openness of it. It was better than the narrow stretch she'd been through at first, several packs crammed together. Here there was plenty of distance between them. On the one hand this meant that Amy had to deal with borders a lot less. She considered it irritating to have to follow them, especially since she considered herself master of the land. On the other hand though, the open space meant canines to trade with were less common.

Amy pulled her wagon to a halt in front of another pack. She studied the lands, bored by the common appearance. It appeared to be well enough, lots of trees and space to roam. It looked like almost every other pack she'd come across too. The dusting of snow covering it didn't change the fact. In the back Hadley let out a groan. His wounds were healing, but he still complained when put to work. Only when he thought he was out of her earshot though. Each complaint was met by another nick on his body. Unlike Alexandrea Hadley didn't need to be in perfect condition when sold. He just needed to appear strong. Scars actually added to that.

Straightening up Amy turned around. She left her place beside her horse, heading to the back. There sat Hadley, cradling his arm. The scab had broken open again. He looked up as she approached, whimpering as he tried to escape. Now now, none of that. Amy's voice was gentle, almost soothing. Swiftly she grabbed the arm, and tore the scab the rest of the way open. Don't complain. Hadley shut up, grabbing the bag of crafts Amy had told him to carry. The wagon was too full for it, but she was unwilling to part with the treasure.

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