Cold, is all she started to recognize around her, and it had been a temperature she had grown accustomed too, being something that her small frame had known all to well most of her life, so much so she didn't think warmth could come as a constant feeling, or at least had never experienced it, granted if she had stopped moving, the coldness would only grow worse and overtake her to where parts of her body would begin to lose all movement. Glancing forward at the other creatures before her, some were humans like her, some where small animals, some were animal-like that stood on two feet, she wasn't for sure what to call them, she hadn't encountered many creatures besides humans, and was told to best leave and keep to herself if she ever did by her father. The others were also dressed in a similar fashion to herself, with little or no clothing at all,, and being forced to march through the snow in cloths tied with yarn over her chest and around her loins and thighs, all of their faces showing either sorrow or blank stares. Rusted iron shackles that had remnants of dried blood were placed on her neck, wrists, hips and ankles, that ached and had left cuts and bruises along where they rest on her body.
A sudden noise, forced her to come came back from her thoughts to the sound and feel of a whip hitting her shoulder and hearing curt harsh words she didn't understand being slung at her, but while she didn't understand their language, she had learned what that short phrase meant, which was to keep her head down, don't speak unless asked too, and to keep walking. The creature, an Aurilian, she believed her "owners" were called, as she was deemed no more than a pet, or slave, was a brute, to put it nicely, and she had seen them originally when her father had offered her up as payment for his debt, claiming that she was just a child, and could serve a long life as a useful slave rather than as a dead carcass so that perhaps his life would be spared. They were standing behind the one who had slain her father before her eyes, and when the blood splattered across her face, and her clothing she had worn then, they was the one to throw the cloths she wore now at her, and began yelling at her in the same harsh tone. It had taken a few moments, before the male (at least by their body physique, she had assumed him male), grabbed her and began stripping her himself and then shoving the clothing over her body, which had been too large, even then, and barely covered her chest, and more on her rib cage and stomach, before dragging her by her hair to the iron shackles that awaited her.
That had been countless weeks ago, nearing a month if she could remember correctly, however her memory had grown foggy with lack of water and food during their walk, and she barely recognized the days apart, rather than knowing that light was when they rested, and night, they continued walking on. Beforehand, it had been opposite for her, but her vision had grown better in the night, and while her skin had been somewhat pale, was also affected by her routine schedule change, and had continued to grow a very pale tone, until it almost matched what her white hair had once been, but now it was matted with all the dirt, and debris that covered it. A few times, the Aurilians had walked up to her and touched her hair when she first joined, many had approached her with knives as if to cut it, only to be pushed and forced back by the brute who had she had come to know, as in charge of the section of creatures she's was a part of.
Staring at her feet as the sound of the whip cracked in her ears, she hurt someone stumble, and fall, to look up and see a small Lycan, if she had recalled the species correctly, that was was almost a pale gold and was about her size, but a bit larger. When her feet reached the creature, as she had continued walking, since it was made clear they didn't stop, and anyone who did was beaten, or killed on the spot, she glanced down and offered her hand quickly, and didn't stop walking. The creature seemed to be female, as it wasn't showing the gentials and body parts she had seen from males of similar stature, and they grabbed ahold of her hand quickly before anyone had noticed there was assistance in helping the other girl stand. Walking next to her in the line, felt no different even after that small encounter, and she kept her head down, and continued to stare at her feet and listen to the echos of screams, whips, and sound of crunching feet marching through the snow that laid upon the ground.
After a bit of time, they finally entered upon the outpost of a town, which when led through, many Aurilian's gawked and stared as the crowd of creatures chained, and herself, were paraded through the streets. Sneers and snickers and even people grabbing at them to only be pushed back by the ones who had led and held them captive. The streets were not very clean, and she could smell the stench of their wastes, and the ones closest to her, didn't smell much different, and she could see sickness riddled in parts of their population, their faces flushed, with cloths that were covered in blood in their hands, she was disheartened at seeing such a feeble and weak town, and then when she saw them with rotted flesh and their body parts starting to turn black, she felt herself to turn slightly sick. Humanity, while it was a mess, seemed to have fared better than this part of their region, and when a sickly male reached for her, she spat at him, in fear that he'd spread whatever disease he was apparent to have on his hands, which were rotting and beginning to fall off. She earned a good five whip lashings for that, but it was worth it, in her mind, if it meant she didn't become ill with whatever disease the creature had been carrying.
Glancing up, they had made their way across the streets, and were being led to a bridge, in which a gate was present, and those in armor had began standing and spreading in front of the door, and those above in a watch tower, looked down with weapons of bows drawn and catapults at the ready. It seemed odd, for there to be so much aggression and protection against the masses of them, there was no way any of them, in their conditions, could actually fight or be a threat, but they were deemed otherwise. After a short discussion with one of the brutes, the guards screamed and the gates began to open, and they were marched through, what appeared to be a proper city, as the sickness and disease that raided the other smaller town, seemed to have dispersed, or at least, be more well hidden in this area, as she didn't see starving or almost near death people thrown across the streets before her upon entering the first few minutes.
The streets were cleaner, and the city's crowds paid them little heed and continued on, grumbling and shoving past them if they happened to be in their way, and all in all, didn't really acknowledge that they were there, as if they were invisible. What she did notice, is that upon entering, there was others, adorned similar to her, being led about, with chains or collars around their necks. She saw a few who simply wore the collars, but were free to move about on their own, and wondered what separated them from the ones who didn't. Those with the collars, were not strictly her age, just like the band of creatures she was led with, they all ranged from the age of just beginning to walk, to being near the age of death, it seemed. A gasp escaped the girl beside her, the one she had helped stand while marching previously, and she felt herself scowl and leaned away, in caution that one of the captors had heard them, and didn't want to be an accessory to the receiving end of whatever the girl obviously deemed worthy of making the noise for, and possibly being punished for, or was severely malnourished and lost her recollection of their situation due to that reason.
Glancing upwards for a slight moment, to take in what was around them, she noticed that the streets had started to turn to brick and stone beneath her feet, and that of the wood buildings she had seen before, were now lined in a sort of hard stone, and glass, some clear and see through, and some as though they'd taken in life's color itself, that were placed in the most beautiful positions and carved to fit buildings as if there no flaws, and Aurilians fluttered in and out of them; as did those in collars and chains, however they were restricted it seemed, and forced to ask permission, or show papers before entering most buildings if not accompanied by an Aurilian. Feeling a stare on her, she turned her head to the girl beside her, the fur she had grown all over her body had been and is quite a pretty color, but had been darkened and matted due to their marching, but what struck her most was the girl's face. It mirrored her own, it was a blank and offered nothing but a cold stare, and death in her eyes, and it seemed she had gotten a hand on her emotions after the gasp she released a bit earlier.
Being forced to a halt, while harsh tones were yelled and then they were then being forced to head towards a very large building ahead of them, made of stone and glass that had as many colors as everything around them as well, when she felt herself being grabbed and dragged away from her position, and noticed others were being sectioned off as well. Each species she had traveled with, seemed to be with a similar, or exact same type they were, in smaller groups. Those who were like them, but not a part of their marches, came forward. The people she stood with, was a small group compared to the other creatures assorted into their own species groups, were forced to stand still and wait. After a few moments, a woman had stepped forward, with long brown hair, and she had a lace with a gem wrapped around her neck, with a chain hanging below her neck.
She was wearing a dress, and while it was nothing like what Aurilian's wore on the streets, it didn't have vibrant colors or jewels, or metals adorned to it, it was just fair, and seemed more for working purposes, to be worn around. Walking around and having them form a line, and once that was accomplished, she began moving down the line, with a piece of paper, and what appeared to be a writing utencil, and was asking each person what their name was, and when someone didn't understand her language, she'd try asking them in a different tongue, and then realized that this woman had quite a bit of vocabulary and must have studied and been a scholar, with how she easily, and quietly communicated with those beside her. She hadn't felt a small bit of relief until then, when realizing that she could finally understand someone, for the first time in a long while. Being marched and held captive by those who couldn't speak, and with her not being allowed too, she had felt incredibly lonely, even if she didn't like to socialize or talk much herself. When the woman happened upon her, she was glanced and stared at for a moment, before the pen and paper scribbled down notes, like she had seen done with the others, before the woman began to speak.
A language she didn't understand echoed in her ears, and she stared blankly at her, before the woman then tried in a different language, to ask her the question. After a few languages, the woman's word finally made sense. "Age?" came the first short question, in which she finally replied "I am six years old.", and her voice cracked slightly from not having been used, but she recognized the sound of her voice fill her ears and wondered if she'd ever get to hear it again after this and then, the woman stared at her for a moment, before asking another question. "Where are you from?" The woman seemed to have a list she was compiling. "I don't know." was her response, watching the woman again stare at her for a moment, before resuming to scribble whatever onto the paper she had before her.
"I am going to explain this shortly, you are no longer a free human, you are a slave, or pet, if your owner deems it. You are to obey, and do as they say, and you are to not question, or refuse anything they ask of you. You do not get to make any choices for yourself from now on, and you do not get to go or do as you please, your sole purpose is to serve your owner, or owners if that's the case. You are to not speak with others, unless spoken too and granted permission to speak, and you are best to keep to yourself, if you're unfortunate, you'll be sold into the lower societies rings, in which they often use slaves as sexual outlets, or for profit gain from the public. If you happen to get a small bit of luck, you'll be sold to someone who doesn't want to beat their slaves daily, but you do not get to choose, and you to do not get to be upset or throw a fit or fight it if it's decided, you will be sold to the highest bidder, do you understand?" The woman finished her statement on only a few breaths, which amazed her, and she nodded as her response.
"Good, I can tell you that we're going to get you bathed, and some simple clothes put on you, nothing nice as to what most humans outside this region are used to, but better than the rags you wear now, as they're not really appropriate for your sale nor pleasing for it. You'll be led momentarily to have your bath, and your new clothing placed on you, and you will not run, and you will not fight, is this clear?" Again, she nodded towards the woman, understanding that she was stuck in the predicament she had found herself in, unwillingly, but stuck none the less, and fighting or refusing anything would only harm her at this point. "Alright, and there's one final question, as it's an option, most do not care, as they can assign their own to you, but I do ask, what is your name?" Before she had responded, arms had already grabbed her, ready to lead her away, just like other's had been before her. "My name is Vitae." she said, staring into the woman's eyes, trying to read her one last time, before she likely never saw her again and she was being dragged towards a hallway, where she heard women talking and water running.