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A Shackled Beast
Mar. 21st, 2000 11:46 am[The idea of slaves made her stomach turn. Bile forming and threatening to expel from her throat. First she's expected to work with these disgusting people, the ones who tempered a young girl into their own crafted weapon against the church.
By her Uncle Arundel's insistence she accompanies some Agarthans to a Black Market auction. There they are looking for some fodder for their battlefield. Slaves to convert and meat-shields to command. However Edelgard has no interest. She barely even looks at anyone there. That is until one man catches her attention.
It is not the mess of blond hair, the large frame, or the way he grunts when his handler prods him that draws her. No, it's his eye. That deep blue that she could lose herself in. The color of the sky after the clouds have cleared from a storm, or the color of the ocean when the waves are soft and calm. A deep blue that reminds her of her childhood.
She steps forward as his handlers yank at his shackles.]
By her Uncle Arundel's insistence she accompanies some Agarthans to a Black Market auction. There they are looking for some fodder for their battlefield. Slaves to convert and meat-shields to command. However Edelgard has no interest. She barely even looks at anyone there. That is until one man catches her attention.
It is not the mess of blond hair, the large frame, or the way he grunts when his handler prods him that draws her. No, it's his eye. That deep blue that she could lose herself in. The color of the sky after the clouds have cleared from a storm, or the color of the ocean when the waves are soft and calm. A deep blue that reminds her of her childhood.
She steps forward as his handlers yank at his shackles.]