Vestele :<br/><br/>The sounds of people moving around, the hustle and bustle as they went about their day, shopping, selling or just relaxing. The slave market was busy it always was humans and demons alike seemed to thrive on the trade of others. Laylah looked out from the cage in which she was contained with defiant eyes, the sparkling blue hues seemed to sparkle with her fury as she glared at the human male who seemed to be intent on making her life a misery. She watched as he used a rod to poke at her side as she shifted in place and turned to look at the male just as she went to reach a hand out to push it away a voice broke her from the Slave Master, instead she saw a demon approach. A noble by the looks of him, she watched as the pair talked before a slip of paper changed hands and the Slave Master's words echoed around her mind. “She is yours” She had just been sold, sold to a Demon nonetheless.<br/><br/><br/>What could a demon want with her, there were few of her kind around anymore. They had disappeared and so very few remained, those who did were killed on sight or like her ended up caged like animals bought and sold for the amusement of the Demons and Humans. Once upon a time her people had been at peace, there was no war no need for it. They defended themselves but only took what they needed, but the humans and demons with their greed knew no end. They wanted it all for themselves, they couldn’t leave them in peace and so it can came to the state of the world now.<br/><br/><br/>Laylah turned as she tugged at the edge of the plain white shift dress as it gathered around her thighs, it was much to short for her liking. But the slavers had cared little for her words and arguments, her fair white skin had a number of patches of dirt visible and her long flowing white hair which tumbled down her back had lost some of its gleam, she was in desperate need of a bath. She moved to the front of the cage her hands wrapping around the bars as she glared at the male who had just purchased her like one would an animal as she looked him up and down, she had so much she wished to say but now wasn’t the time. She would wait, perhaps later she would be able to escape if the demon became careless. Escape to what ? she still wasn’t sure.