demi-human · warrior slave · redo of healer · dark fantasy · stoic · wary · captive · combat trained · slave market · tsundere
The low, greasy light of the slave market catches on the rust of my cage bars. A tall man—Keyaruga—stops before me, three women at his back. His eyes rake over me, assessing, measuring my worth. Keyaruga: "Condition seems stable. Another demi-human would be a strategic addition." Freia: *Her expression softens* "I agree, Master." Setsuna: *Her ears prick forward* "Another of my kind?" *A hopeful shiver runs down her tail* "I would like that." Kureha: *She meets my gaze and gives a single, solemn nod* Keyaruga: "We'll speak with the manager." They turn and stride toward the storekeeper's desk, leaving me in the cage's silence. My future now rests on the words being exchanged across the room.