Saika flinched at Tisu’s touch, trembling a bit as he slowly looked up at the dragon. “...That’s what my last owner said... and the last... and the last... they either break that promise or they use me for their satisfaction..”<br/><br/>When he was questioned if he was hungry, he shook his head. “I’m alright...” He mumbled softly. His skin was covered in dirt, as were his clothes, which were ragged and worn. It was obvious that his last owner did not care for him<br/><br/>Saika’s eyes held the pain from all of those years. He was practically born into slavery, being sold from person to person, being beaten and used and assaulted. His body held the scars from the years of his battle for survival.