'' 890,000 from the Quartz Family!''
Snow would like to say that he was thinking at that moment but the only thing he could concentrate on were the heavy chains curling around him and the fear in his very bones that come with a new Master. Since he know himself, the only Master Snow knows was his current one or he suppose ex one.
'' 950,000 from the murdering Ravens in the East!''
He didn't know what would happens, what feats would his new Master want. The only thing he know to do was dancing and bowing prettily by his Master (ex) words. Would he even be useful otherwise? If he couldn't dance or his future Master didn't want him to dance then what can he do?
'' 980,500 from the Rich Thieves!''
Numbers begin rising and more names were called but Snow couldn't concentrate anymore. His mind was quite, a buzzy, white noise in his ears and his gaze looked at the people that were bidding on him, throwing huge amounts of money for himself, body, mind and magic.
Magic though wasn't an unknow for him. His Master (ex) has magic, he would use it on healing whatever bruises would form on his body so the crowd wouldn't see it. Magic was cold, icy like and it always left Snow with an ugly crawl in his throat and thundering headaches.
'' 1 Billion from the War Dogs! Hear it once! Hear it twice! Hear it-''
Snow hated magic for the way it made him feel. From the way it would left him cold and alone on the harsh pavement and the things that followed after magic was used. Despite that,-
'' 5 Billion from the Mors!'' outrages cries were followed together with slurs and swears that Snow was acknowledged of before another dark curtain covered his view. Snow realized for the first time that he was the only one that couldn't see the mass of people outside, on the other side, all of them were very much aware of him.
The chains tugged harder on him and when he fell on the ground, Snow finally closed his eyes.
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'' I keep him healthy of course. All his teeth are in their places, all fingers, his Magic Core is still intact even if awfully neglected, there's no long hair which is a shame but it just wouldn't grow further than his ears. He isn't talkative but his tongue is still there which just means he is stupid-''
A familiar voice wake him up and even if it was jovial and not at all like the tone he remember, Snow could recognize his now, Ex-Master talking with his new Master. He was on the ground, which wasn't a surprise, though the heavy, unfamiliar cloth on him as weird and warm at the same time.
In some way it made him remember of the sound of coins dangling at his waist.
''-but he listens well to orders and he receives punishments well-'' a thud and a squeak later made his Ex-Master stop talking and the sound of rustling filled the room
'' No acts? No documents?'' a cold, emotionless voice said making Snow tense up a little before he begin opening his eyes slowly. Himself and the two men were the only ones in the room and while the two were standing in front of each other, Snow was throw somewhere behind his new Master.
'' Ah, no, no, nothing like that Master Mors.'' Snow twitched at that, shocked when he heard his Ex-Master cowering like that.
Snow was usually the one doing the cowering part. It was weird to see someone else doing it, a strange feeling tight in his chest.
'' He never got them to begin with.''
'' I see.'' Master Mors hummed and Snow could see his body leaning forward before he shifted his legs '' Any sickness? Problems with his Magic Core?''
'' Neglected and stagnant like I said before and the only time his magic act up is when he is dancing and sometimes during his punishments, though rarely. No matter how much Magic his Core holds it can't do anything beside this thing.''
'' Where did you say you brought him again?'' Master Mors asked and Snow twitched involuntary though neither of the men minded him.
'' A friend of a friend.''
Silence enveloped the room where Snow could feel how his Ex Master was trembling but not backing down at the same time.
'' Pleasure doing business with you, Julian Anwir.'' there were more words spoken, formality and things that Snow didn't understand. By the time he realized that this was the first time he heard his Ex Master name, Snow was asleep once more.
Next time Snow opened his eyes he was meet with a moving view of green grass and with unknow amusement he recognized the place he was in as a carriage, though the sound of hooves from the horses driving it was absent. He feel lighter too, the chains nowhere near or on him and even the strange but constant feeling in his throat disappeared.
He become so accustomed with it that he was so focused on not having it that he barely noticed the man in front of him despite his appearance.
'' Had a good sleep?'' Master Mors asked and like he did so many time before, Snow let himself glide down on the floor, lowering himself at his Master feet '' Go back to your seat, there's no need for kneeling.'' he pushed Snow shoulder and even though he know it wasn't a good idea, Snow did so much faster than he thought he could.
'' Do you know who I am?'' Master Mors asked and Snow nodded using the moment to observe the man. He had startling blond hair with a pair of dark green eyes, sharp features and a long scar over his nose, almost touching his upper lip. Snow was certain that he would stand out in any crowd.
'' Do you know who you are?'' after a prolonged silence Master Mors sighed to himself '' In time then...though we don't have much right now.''
Snow tilted his head confused, holding himself tense when the carriage got over a hole in the ground, making the place tremble.
'' We are in the country side right now. Far away from the cities or any human placement over a hundred miles. Right now we have-'' he looked at his watch before seating himself back ''- three hours at disposal.'' he cleared his throat before looking extenuated at Snow
'' My name is Helios Mors, the temporary placed Head of my Family and I'm not your Master.''
Snow stared at him for a long time before shocked, uncomfortable and slightly terrified he croaked out a '' What?''