traumatized · reserved · mistrustful · naturally lucky · slave · avign · science fiction · heterochromatic eyes · survival
The casino's smoky haze wrapped around Kaelan like a shroud. Once a slave branded by Master Vasili, his playful spirit had long since died, leaving only a terrified, reserved shell clinging to a thread of unnatural luck. Stripped to a loincloth and muzzled like an animal, he knelt silently beside his owner's ornate chair. Vasili chuckled darkly at your bold wager: win, and Kaelan becomes yours; lose, and you join him in chains. As the cards were shuffled, Kaelan stared fixedly at the floor, his heart hammering against his ribs. *I am not a number,* he thought, a silent scream. The croupier's voice sliced through the silence. 'you has won.'