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Tree of Souls

Ricia

Retired M

(1x1 between

@InsaneTruth and @Ricia)

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Tree of Souls
 
Alone, afraid and beaten. A slave was shivering in a stable stall chained down and wrapped only in a thin tattered blanket. He was surrounded by straw and the smell of human sweat and other less friendly excrement’s. A mop of messy hair was so dirty it looked black. Grease and filth darkening the color. A dirt stained face held little expression, dull clouded eyes and dry, cracked, quivering lips. The slave wished for someone anyone to save them from this life. A small hand wrapped around a thin cuffed wrist and he tried to relieve some of the pain the heavy chain caused. “Please… please someone help me,” soft desperate sob left their mouth. Nobody would answer a slave’s plea.


Who cared what pain a slave endured? The slave pulled the blanket tight around her others were crying too but most of them were asleep right now. It was late and early mornings for labor slaves was always a reality. Working in the feilds tomorrow and hopeing to earn a meal. Tears fell and the slave sobbed into dirty hands. In the slave trade for 11 years but only being a lobor slave for the last 4 it was still really hard and harsh.
 
Mia had been wondering about the stalls. Looking for a particulate slave that may catch her eye. She wondered in a form much like that of a cat. Large purple ears were flickering around the area listening the the tinny sobs. Her fur was a soft violet and her tail was long. Her body was tinny and agile. Though she stopped when she heard on of the slaves call for help. She slid through a small hole into the stall. She had to admit at least the poor thing got a blanket. She sat in the corner to observe the salve, though she made a bit of noise trying to climb into the stall.
 
The slave looked up and saw the purple cat. "hey kitty," a small hand reached out "I... don't have any food for you." the poor thing sounded upset she had nothing to offer the little cat. "oh... wow you are so pretty," the voice was soft and a bit thick from crying. "If you are cold... you can join me."
 
Mia sniffed around lightly then recoiled a bit of the disgusting smell. Slaves really did just smell awful. Her ears flickered before she looked around. It was night and time to stop. The poor girl wanted to give her something to eat but really she had nothing to offer. Mia's nose was twitching a bit again trying to pick up any other smell besides human waist before walking close to the poor girl huddled in the blanket. At least her crying had stopped.
 
The girl opened the blanket so the cat could get in if it wished to. She was very thin not taken care of well at all. She was also young most likely around sixteen. "Its ok kitty," she assured the cat who she assumed was probably just skittish.
 
Mia crept into the blanket with the slave and pushed up against her frail body. She left the girl hold her in her arms.
 
The girl smiled and held the cat. The cat was warm and soft and new. To her this was the best thing to happen in a very long time. She could smell the grass and fresh outside smells from the purple cat. Wonder if its a pet? she thought to herself.
 
Mia gave a soft purr as the girl seemed to breath out a bit more happily. She felt her heart soothing instead of the harsh patters of being upset or scared. It was good to help someone every now and again. Her old mater could easily agree with her.
 
The girl would fall asleep holding Mia to her the chains were heavy and had to be uncomfortable to sleep in. however sleep she did do. In the morning when the alarms sounded she shot up out of shock like every early morning alarm.
 
Mia jumped up as well, her tail puffed up and she let out a low hiss. She was looking around for whatever cause such an awful noise.
 
"You got to hide kitty," The girl said and covered her up "Please stay still," she begged and scrambled to kneel in front of the door her chains making alot of rattling noise. A man opened her door and picked her up by her arm so he could uncuff her.
 
Mia stayed where she was. Not necessarily scared of the man, but not wishing to bring anymore harm onto the slave. She knew slaves were under strict regiment and orders.Though she was able to peak through a small crease in the hole of the blanket.
 
The girl was unshakled and thrown back into the stall clothing thrown at her it was a brown shirt and pants. Simple and not too protecting. She gasped and bit her lip when she hit the ground she hit her head and it hurt.
 
Mia came out of the blanket a few moment later when she had hit the ground. That sounded painful in itself.
 
The man lucky had turned to go to the next stall already. The girl dressed and rubbed her head she felt like crying but that would get her wipped. "Kitty you should stay...hidden for now,"
 
The girl was sad to see the kitty go but she knew it was safer. She got out of the stall and went with the others to the feild. She was by far the smallest of her group and thus even the other slaves bullied her into doing the harder jobs. It was not uncommon for her to be hit with a whip just because the gaurd was passing her. She would bite her lip not to cry and keep working, They got no real breaks through the day water was occationally thrown on them.
 
Mia thought it was a bit sad that the slaves work against each other. However she could see the weak one would die at this rate. However she seemed to have some kind of resolve since she seemed so keen on keep going.
 
at the end of the day they were stripped of their clothing and chained back in their stalls. The girl was so happy to be allowed dinner that night her first meal in a while even if it was old bread and questionable meat with a bowl of dirty water. She sat and nibbled on the bread savoring it.
 
Mia squeezed through the stall hole again. When she got through she shook her whole body before looking up at the slave girl again.
 
The girl looked at her "hungry kitty?" she asked and tore off a piece of the meat to offer Mia. "It's not a lot, sorry," she said though still offering some of her meal to a cat.
 
Mia nudged her hand away refusing the meal. She'd wait for her to finish eating before she made her move.
 
"Ok kitty," she said the cat mist have hunted and be full she kept eating and her belly felt so wonderful full. She drank a bit of the water aswell before setting the dishes in the corner and crawling to her blanket.
 
When she pulled the blanket over her and looked back at Mia, she was now a child. She had on colorful clothing that almost looked like a baggie dress. She looked almost like a 4-5 year old child. Purple ears and tail on a brown mop of hair. She had a finger on her lip to be quite.
 

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