05-29-2017, 08:12 AM
(Sounds interesting. I'll give it a go. Let me know if this makes sense.)
Great. More individuals that toted around magic came through the place again. Of course if he had that ability, maybe he wouldn't be in such a state of slavery, but that was something he could brood about later. If he was considered and picked, then chances were he was being whisked off by someone with a better status than where he presently stood. That couldn't be bad, right? One thing was for certain, the reasonably tall male was certainly tired of being seen as a collection for others to gawk at.
"Just smile and try to look pretty," he joked amongst himself mentally. "Or hey, sport the charming smile. Whatever works..."
He was told those were some of his best qualities, from the parents who dumped him here in the first place -they could snap their fingers and make the magic happen while he was the oddball they didn't want in their midst ever again- to a few others who would glance by him, but ultimately went with a few other Cursed individuals instead. What were his other best qualities? Well, there was the slight rosy complexion to his skin, the stubble that could grow to a beard if he chose to do so -he kept it either shaved or just maintained like now-, his olive toned eyes and even more important, to him at least, brains. Some never went for the intelligence however, so it was usually the others that won out. Still, it wasn't like he was filthy and in rags. It was just the collar on his ankle, sealed by magic, that assured him he really wasn't free.
He stood and waited for the figure clad in silver fabric to walk by and say the same thing he was mumbling for the past several seconds, whatever "not enough" meant.
Great. More individuals that toted around magic came through the place again. Of course if he had that ability, maybe he wouldn't be in such a state of slavery, but that was something he could brood about later. If he was considered and picked, then chances were he was being whisked off by someone with a better status than where he presently stood. That couldn't be bad, right? One thing was for certain, the reasonably tall male was certainly tired of being seen as a collection for others to gawk at.
"Just smile and try to look pretty," he joked amongst himself mentally. "Or hey, sport the charming smile. Whatever works..."
He was told those were some of his best qualities, from the parents who dumped him here in the first place -they could snap their fingers and make the magic happen while he was the oddball they didn't want in their midst ever again- to a few others who would glance by him, but ultimately went with a few other Cursed individuals instead. What were his other best qualities? Well, there was the slight rosy complexion to his skin, the stubble that could grow to a beard if he chose to do so -he kept it either shaved or just maintained like now-, his olive toned eyes and even more important, to him at least, brains. Some never went for the intelligence however, so it was usually the others that won out. Still, it wasn't like he was filthy and in rags. It was just the collar on his ankle, sealed by magic, that assured him he really wasn't free.
He stood and waited for the figure clad in silver fabric to walk by and say the same thing he was mumbling for the past several seconds, whatever "not enough" meant.