The young human sat on the cold earth, allowing her blue eyes to hide behind her golden bangs. What would happen to the girl, only the demon who had enough ducats for a human slave would know. Humans were rare, had been ever since the demons had decided their time to reign the earth was nigh, and killed off so many of her kind. But that was long ago, and Amora didn't care about a past before she was born or even one she had known. All she could think about was surviving the future.<br/><br/>A pale grey dress was all she had on- well, it<span style="font-style: italic">used</span>to be a dress. Now it was just rags, nothing to cover her lithe form from the elements- or wandering eyes. She looked thin, and she was. The slaver didn't care to feed her, and when he did, it was scraps that he wouldn't feed to some dogs. Demons were cruel, very very cruel.<br/><br/>A small tug on the chain connected to the leather collar around her throat alerted her attention. There was someone approaching, and the slave driver wanted her to get sold soon. She was to act good, or she would be punished, that's what the slaver said. Amora was nervous as it was, she didn't have the boldness to act out in front of any demon.