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[CrimsonMoon]

Reserved for Eter
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They had come to the villages of the various races. The soldiers. The Centurions. And taken two of the young ones from each gender. The Elves, the Animas, the Orcs, the Drow nor were the humans safe.... No one was safe.

No one. Was. Safe.

The wagon jolted, the harsh sunlight peircing through the burlap sacks over their heads. Their shoulders bumped one another. It was suffocating. Everyone was thirsty, and hungry, and scared, and angry. Just like the emporess wanted.

A slender anima suffered the most among this group of future foes. Her pale skin dotted with silvery scales. Her silver white hair streaming beneath the burlap sack. She couldn't breath and she kept slumping into the figure beside her, gasping... She was dying already and they hadn't even started...

[Етеяиiту]

The elven beside her, a tall muscular male with long red hair tied in a low pony tail and only brown slacks and a belt covering his body. He held her up,"shhh, you'll be ok, just relax" he told her, wishing he could soothe her pain. He could if it weren't for the guards. They would kill her then slam him into worse condition than her. So he slipped his arm around her and the smallest, softest glow appeared and floated into her back, providing her with enough strength to get through the day.

His silver-red eyes gazed down at her for a split second before gazing back up at the guards, trying to warn her not to say anything or they would both be in for serious punishment.

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl leaned weakly against him, her breathing seeming to steady as she closed her silver blue eyes. Her silky hair flowing across his skin like water.

The wagon jumps again, causing the anima to weakly whimper and receive a swift blow that only caused her to grunt faintly.

They were going into an even drier region, a practical desert for 'Basic Training'...

[Етеяиiту]

He kept her steady, hoping she wouldn't be badly bruised from all the jumps. With his intensely muscled body he was heavy enough to only bounce slightly from the wagon jumps. His red hair strewn down his back and over his right shoulder.

[CrimsonMoon]

The wago came to a halt, causing a tremor of anxiety to ripple through the prisoners. The fish anima's eyes flutter and she leans against him weakly. Her body breaking out in a cold sweat, it was clear she had never been out of the water for longer than three hours...

The burlap sack cover that covered the prisoners was ripped off and immediately the blistering sun beat down on them mercilessly.

They were ina courtyard filled with all sorts of training for battle... For Gladiators

" Welcome, fresh meat! To Hell!" A large man cackles from a patio overlooking the yard

[Етеяиiту]

He stayed close to her, holding her up,"stay a
Close to me fish, I'll get you water," he said with determination. After seeing her scales he knew exactly what she was, and with his magic getting water would be easy out here.

[CrimsonMoon]

The fish anima whimpers as the man speaks but looks at him

" Seems as if we have a few lookers here, an way, you all know why you're here so I won't keep you long... You're here to be Gladiators... And than to Breed the centurions that protect our beautiful and benevolent Emporess..."

[Етеяиiту]

He frowned and growled softly, this fish reminded him of his girlfriend, well his deceased girlfriend. When they raided his home they killed her. And this time, he wouldn't let anyone hurt this girl. He listened to the Centurions finish and he growled deeper. His protective instincts flaring as they gazed at the two of them. With his insanely masculine but lean and muscular body he would be a prize for them, they would want their boys to have his naturally tall and lean body.

[CrimsonMoon]

And the fish anima... Although weak and useless at the moment was a rarity among anima. Fish anima were rarely heard of and it was a wonder how she had stayed hidden to be this age.

" You will eac be roomed with a counterpart of another race of the oppisite gender, as you can see, we don't particularly care about comfort nor safety though we prefer you not die here~" the man motions towardthe guard who come forward and grab then prisoners, steel collars placed firmly aroun their necks

[Етеяиiту]

He snapped at the guard but he slapped him then hurriedly clasped it around his neck. He glared at the Centurion talking and growled lowly.

[CrimsonMoon]

They were pushed into a cell that was flooded about three inches with dirty water, the fish anima looks at the water hopefully despite how weak she looked.

[Етеяиiту]

He smiled softly once they were alone,"this water is dirty, but can it help you?" He asked quietly, helping her down to touch the water.

[CrimsonMoon]

She reaches out and touches the water with her fingertips," I-it's ok..." She whimpers and flails a bit, trying to get into the water

[Етеяиiту]

He helps her get all the way in, as far as it would cover her.

[CrimsonMoon]

The fish anima dunks her head in, curling in a fetal position beneath the water, her scales began to glow faitly and sail-like fins appear on her calves and neck

[Етеяиiту]

He watched with a smile, dipping a hand next to her and raising the water level to cover her and reach to about his knees.

[CrimsonMoon]

She looks up at him through the dusty was and er face slowly breaks the water," Aeva," she bubbles softly, looking at him shyly

[Етеяиiту]

"Castar" he responds with a smile. He could tell, they would be each others hope in this darkness and fear.

[CrimsonMoon]

She reaches out to him and grips his hand," You're so nice, Castar..." She bubbles softy, looking at him with wide eyes

[Етеяиiту]

He smiled,"and you my friend are very sweet as well" he said with a smile, taking her hand in his gently, holding it protectively.