Soap soap soap?
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Thread Topic: Soap soap soap?
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Cameron stared at the offerings for a second. He didn't see anything wrong with them, so he reached out to take them from the boy. Uder his arms, his wings stretched out like webs; at least, his unharmed one did. His other, he had to tug out to make it stretch out. "Th-thank you.." He mumbled, setting the bread on his lap while he began to wrap the gauze around a wide scratch on his hand.
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Marcus nodded and sat down in front of the cage. "I'm really sorry I couldn't do more to help you." He felt horrible for shooting the boy down, and even worse because now he was trapped in a cage like some animal.
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Cameron shrugged, finishing his hand and looking down at his stomach. As a Dragon tribe, it was easier to keep his wings in place without a shirt on, because of the leather strap that also secured around his chest. All over his stomach and ribs he was scratched up, so he just started wrapping up his whole torso.
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Marcus, while the dragon-boy was wrapping his wounds, took a moment to admire his wings. They truly were magnificent creations, much more advanced than anything his own tribe had. And they actually worked too, Marcus had seen them work. It amazed him, although he new the other members of his tribe didn't care about creations like that.
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Once he'd finished wrapping himself up, Cameron looked up at the tribal boy. "Are you just going to stare at me? I'm not a pet." But Cameron had a sinking feeling that that was exactly how he'd be treated; a pet, a zoo animal, or at worst, a slave.
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"I'm sorry!" Marcus exclaimed with a slight jump. "I didn't mean to stare." He said a little sheepishly. The sound of his father's voice nearing made him jump to his feet. "I'll bring more food when I can." He promised, before slipping out of the tent. "Ah, there you are!" His father roared with a wide grin. Marcus simply nodded. "So what do we do with it then?" Someone called, 'it' obviously referring to the winged boy. "Starve it?" "Torture it?" Those and many other sickening suggestions flew from the crowd.
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Cameron looked down at his lap, sighing. At least this person seemed nice, for now. When the other left, he heard the suggestions that were shouted from the people outside. His eyes widened, and hurriedly, he ate the bread, so that in the case of them trying to starve him to death he'd at least have that in his system.
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"No!" Marcus suddenly yelled, unable to bear hearing any more of the awful ideas. All eyes turned towards him, including the skeptical ones of his father. "I-I mean, why not put his cage out in the open for a while? Humiliate him before you kill him." Marcus quickly improvised an excuse. His father's expression turned thoughtful, then impressed. "Grand idea!" Marcus nodded and forced a smile. At least this would buy the boy a few more days of life.
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Cameron heard the familiar voice of the boy shut everyone up, and for a moment he thought that the boy was meaning to speak out for him. Rather he was dissapointed to hear that he was only going to be put outside, and frowned deeply. The boy really wasn't as nice as he'd seemed.
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A few of the men came back and moved the cage out of the tent. A crowd quickly gathered around the cage. People glared at Cameron through the bars, staring at his wings. A couple bold people even through rocks at him. Marcus was filled with guilt again, but it was all he could do. He's have to visit the boy again at night, when the others were gone.
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Cameron cowered as he was carelessly brought out with the cage. He flinched with every rock thrown at him, trying to use his wings to shield him but the people only aimed elsewhere. He looked outside of the cage, pointedly glaring at the boy who'd pretended to act so kind before.
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Marcus frowned. The boy's glare cut straight through him, knowing that he was responsible for the torture of this creature. He turned and walked off, not wanting to watch anymore. Marcus' father walked up to the cage and sneered at him through the bars. "How does it feel to be grounded like everybody else, eh?" He asked with a cruel smirk.
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Cameron changed his glare to direct it at the man who had approached his cage. "I feel like a being still much smarter than you. No matter where I am, you are a barbaric animal and I am an advanced human," he responded, never losing his stone-cold look. "So how does it feel to know you'll never be as smart as a seventeen year old?"
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Instantly the man's smirk vanished. His whole face became stone cold. "I should kill you right now." He said, narrowing his eyes. He whirled around. "It's late. All of you get out of here and get some sleep." He ordered. He was right, the sun was sinking, casting everything in an orangey glow as the light began to fade. The man gave Cameron one last glare before disappearing into his own tent.
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Once everyone had left, Cameron went to tending to his wing. The damage was bad; at home, he could have easily fixed it. But here... He didn't know if they would have what he needed. Silk, thread, a needle, a carefully chiseled rod of wood. Highly unlikely. He sighed, beginning to remove the pieces of splintered wood from the wing, tossing all the pieces to the side.
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