۝ ɮ Ꭶ ℂ ʋ ℞ ξ

[CrimsonMoon]

Reserved for Eter
---
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 particular Orc had been sperated from the rest, tied up with sthicker rope. He wouldn't stop thrashing so three Centurion were holding spears to his chest. His skin was a reed red and covered with ivory tattoos. He was breathing hard and trembling with rage... He would tear those centurions apart himself if he had to!!

[Етеяиiту]

There was a sudden thump and one of the female Anima had fallen to the ground, her legs twitched in pain as she let out a whimper. Her red and black scaled skin was fading to a pale pink and grey as she curled in pain. One guard growled and poured the only liquid they had here on her, pulling her temporarily from her imminent death. She was forced to stay on the ground so she didn't die before they got there. Her body shaking and shivering in pain.

[CrimsonMoon]

The Orc, only able to move his arm as he reaches out and grasps the anima's hand gently,"... What anima are you?" (There are multiple types like snake, lizard, fish, wolf, bear, bovine, equine, etc)

[Етеяиiту]

She whimpered as he took her arm,"I can't say," she squeaked softly before a jump in the carriage caused her to slam her head on the ground. She heard ringing in her ears and the world around her spun.

{{so dragon anima are a yes?}}

[CrimsonMoon]

(Yup yup x3)

He grasps her hand,"... We'll soon be enemies... But rest your head in my hand... So you can think straight."

The air was humid and there was the soun of jungle all around them...

[Етеяиiту]

She was a rare type of Anima, a dragon, and being deprived of the elements weakened her, especially fire. She rested her head in his large hand as told, her small, thin frame malnourished and deathly thin, her long raven hair flowed out behind her and she kept her head in his hand. Once she gained her bearings she whispered,"dragon"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Ah.." He smiles faitly and shakes his head," We have to survive basic training..."

[Етеяиiту]

Once they arrived she was ripped from his side and tossed out of the wagon, one helped her to her feet and ripped the sack off her head. She was dizzy and her legs and body were weak and once the centurion let go of her she fell to her knees, her head hanging as she whimpered in pain. Her pale black and red scaled body looked unhealthy and the only part of her that did look healthy was her raven hair that slightly hung in her eyes.

[CrimsonMoon]

The courtyard was surrounded by large jungle trees, beautiful multicolored birds flew over head. The orc steps out and scoops her up under one arm like a bundle of cloth.

" Welcome to hell," a beautiful woman on an overlooking patio mewls

[Етеяиiту]

She whimpered softly at the pain, she obviously wasn't used to being away from fire and water for so long. She held onto him until she gained her bearings. One of the Centurions walked to the woman and handed her a parchment showing her what the wagon was carrying, and the fact that they had captured a dragon anima, a rare species.

[CrimsonMoon]

" 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..."

The orc growls softly

[Етеяиiту]

Once she was able to stand on her own she stayed close to him, using him for support. But hearing what she had to say horrible thoughts rushed through her head,'they are going to force someone to rape her aren't they....' She thought causing her to whimper softly.

[CrimsonMoon]

" 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 woman motions towardthe guard who come forward and grab then prisoners, steel collars placed firmly aroun their necks

The orc held the anima close and lashes out, crushing a centurions skull in one hand and snarling as they struggle to put a collar on them

[Етеяиiту]

She cowered behind him, scared of what might become of her and him for that matter. Her thin frail body was not very useful, but her species and type was rare and sacred, and thats what they wanted.

[CrimsonMoon]

He obeys in following them to a cell, carryin her and murmuring," You... Are safe with me," the orc growls

[Етеяиiту]

She nodded and stayed as close as possible, hoping the cell would have some source of heat.

[CrimsonMoon]

There was no source of heat... But it was incredibly humid. He hugs her close to him and mutters," Will you be alright If I sleep on the floor?"

[Етеяиiту]

She whimpered softly,"its cold" she said before her knees grew weak and she crumpled to the ground. Her normally vibrant scales were pale and her long red-orange hair was the only vibrant part of her.

[CrimsonMoon]

He huffs and carries her bridal style to the tiny cot, hugging her close to his enormous body

[Етеяиiту]

The heat from his body helped heat a few of her scales and the humidity added to the life regaining itself.