The dinner for that day (today) was awfully bland. I’m not even kidding, the taste may be even below such a statement. Bumpy and pale looking, there were also a few added green chunks floating around the suspected broth. All my tongue grasped was a disgusting texture. Taste-wise it was plain. Just plain. There was not even a particular sweetness, sour, saltiness nor bitterness to it. I’d expected something from the green chunks that were randomly floating around but it just felt somewhat chewy.

Moving on from the taste test, the story of my life. The ones so far that is. An additional fact, the hands that’d covered my eyes and moved to a part of my nose smelt sweaty. Gross, like, totally. Panic after, came anxiousness. The screaming stopped and the cause mostly to the fact that the residents of the village were mostly dead, injured or silenced whereupon whilst in a cage. It was natural as their lives were at stake and no dumb elf would be brave enough to defy the order of ‘Be silent.’

I was immature then, more so than I am now. Compared to a few months back, if it weren’t for the fact that the strange and muscly humans covering my mouth and eyes, I’d probably continue screaming. No, I haven’t developed nor grown mature since then. It is but wishful thinking as all that progressed was just my common sense. But it still counts I guess.

At that moment, my brain processed the upcoming situation; it was a prediction. That was, to be thrown into a cage that was tightly secured with metal railings. The cuffs present and the shackles on my wrists were measures, to keep our magic in check. This, I found ridiculous as we were still young and magic was obviously unavailable to us. Nonetheless, I’d suspect that the ones that were placed even on children proved facts that the humans did not know as much about our kind than they think they do. Assumptions.

Describing the obvious trip to where I be at the present is fairly easy. The sky was blue. The sun shun brightly. It was at the break of dawn did they choose to attack, and as time passed the sun naturally rose to all its glory. The heat and in addition to the 7 other elves present consequently gave to a stuffy trip. Each of us were fairly young as ranging from my age (12) to elves that ranged around their mid-twenties. Elves had long lives so their appearances only denied their ages. Still, they were on the younger sides compared to the older ones back at the village.

It was bumpy, pulled in wheeled carriages everyone had a look of despair on their faces. Faces partly covered in ash and blood, there was even one that had a chipped ear. I subconsciously touched the tips of my ears then (we weren’t shackled yet). Yet, if I were to describe my expression among the batch on us, my face played an excited look. A flicker of flame danced in my emerald green eyes. Although I should be down of my possible future, and after all the high pitched screeches I’d performed, the feeling was strangely intoxicating. A masochist? Nope. A potential one? Maybe.

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Describing emotions although unclear, check. Appearance then, sure. Time took turn for the longest and the time I had to spare was awfully long. As the caged hole is plastered on the brick walls of my enclosure, the time indicated night. Only mere hours passed after my most recent story time. Invisible audience that exists wondrously in my mind, forgive me as the time to sleep nears. As a finale, a description as to my appearance from the time a last remembered and checked. Which was by a lake back at the village.

So last I checked I had large emerald green eyes that somewhat glowed in the dark. They show tinges of darker greens and the colors blend naturally against one another. My hair was decently long and unkempt. The colour of it a milky white. Gradually, through the experiences recalled, turned far darker and longer. Tangled and bloody, it stank too. My sharp nose was placed nicely below my large doe eyes and even farther down was my mouth that formed a slightly seductive set of plump lips (Red too. Banzai). Male elves generally had appearances that beat even the human females which I knew. I looked pretty good if I don’t say so myself but nevertheless, there were still guys that beat me in the aspect of prettiness but they sold rather quickly. And it was something I did not want at his moment because the last one that was bought had an overweight looking owner with an overdose of cologne soaked into his rubbery skin and he reeked of… perviness that made even the seller next to him uncomfortable. The poor flower boy *ahem…* teen looked terrified.

Next up on ‘describe your appearance’ would be the ears that elves were in generally proud of. They were long as the edge extended sharply forming a spear-like tip unlike the rounded ones of a certain unnamed species. To speak of them out loud causes trouble you see, they have sixth senses that activate as to when one speaks or thinks badly of them. That or it’s just my disgusted facial expression when the word starting with ‘h’ comes on. Resuming the topic of ears, I’ve been wanting an ear piercing lately. Alongside chained ear cuffs; you’d expect that’d I’ve already grown traumatised by chains but nooo, the ear cuffs just look so damned good. And so is the reason.

Alright so… moving on… *yawn* Tomorrow yea? I need my beauty sleep.

Today yet again no one comes. It’ll actually be kinda nice if a good person comes to visit once in a while ya know. In order to buy one of us of course, me in particular.

An elf can only go so far with an unsatisfied stomach after all. Ahh, so tired. Of this, of everything.