|| It has been only a day since arriving in the capital city of Taelna. You were torn from your homeland alongside your best friend, Korvi, captured and auctioned in the market of Seleran. It was there you were sold to the Arena Master of the Brutalias arena. You are a yearling male dragon, scarlet-ruby hide, sapphire blue eyes. You stood the height of a young German Shepard dog. Your Intelligence was that of an 11 year old human child. Since arriving in the capital, you were caged for transportation, and for the night been tossed in a cell. Now... as the new dawn rises, your new life is forced to begin. ||
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The steel doors to your cell slammed open, striking hard and loud against the stone wall.
“Rise and shine Shaol, its training day!"
Maruk proclaimed broadly, sounding somewhat excited. You opened your eyes, a low growl of a grown escape your maw as you sat up, turning gaze to see Maruk standing in the doorway. Behind him stood six armed arena guards, their bodies fully armored. Seeing Maruk along with the guards made your blood burned with fiery hatred as your muscles tensed. You knew well that the chains attached to you would hold you bac from any attempts to lash. That fact was the only reason you sat still. Stepping into the cell, Maruk stood just out of range from your reach, where the chain couldn't exceed, the soldiers following in, three standing to Maruk’s left, the other three to his right. Standing up from where you sat, you approached Maruk slowly, until the chain held tight, not allowing you any further, only a meter away from the human. You let out a low, long, deep hiss at Maruk. Grinning a bit wide, The arena master spoke,
“I hope yer well rested, for your going to need all that energy you muster, but first… Have I your full attention, Shaol?”
Upon being addressed directly, You growled low yet deep, your eyes hard on all the humans, mostly though on Maruk.
“Good… now it’s time to tell you ground rules, and it is mandatory for each and every one of them to be followed, and being a man of my word, I promise ye, you’ll be greatly rewarded.”
You ceased growling as you heard him speak; for as much as you hated him, it would benefit you more to listen, figuring these ‘rewards’, could turn in your favor. Deciding to play along for the time, you gives a light nod as well as a short, sharp growl to acknowledge him. Maruk smirked wide as you showed acknowledgment, already feeling that you were worth the pay, as you were not a mindless beast as rumored. He continuing to speak;
“Now if yer to be treated and respected as my fair gladiator here, you got to learn the ropes and follow them at all times, let’s aim for this Dawn to give Ya a good tour of the place.”
Maruk paused for a moment, assuring he still had your full attention, a wide grin spread on his face as he seemed to enjoy this… oh how you deep inside would love to tear and rip that smirk off him… along with every other piece of his soft meaty flesh.
“Yer reward, earned through this Dawn if you so do show that ye aren’t a stupid beast that needs to be restrained all the time, will be your freedom from chains. We ‘ere will test ya for the first time for the tour, yer to fall low and learn. Be warned for I’ll make it clear and blunt; see these soldiers? Will kill you for any attacks, so if you value life, three simple rules…”
After such a long speech, Maruk pauses to clear his throat, as you stared deep and intensively at Maruk, absorbing in his words, and even though you did not understand everything, it was clear to you that you had to follow every rule and not attack anyone randomly.
“First, is respect. Respect fellow gladiators of equal of higher rank, as lower ranks will respect you. Second, is honor. To hold honor by engaging in combat only the arena, outside the battle ring is prohibited and will result in severe punishment. Lastly, is obedience. Follow all set rules and instructions,
then yer all good.”
Maruk finishes, having explained the three ‘simple’ rules.
You felt relieved that Maruk finally finished his long words, thinking he must practice a lot with speeches to be able to talk so much, almost fearing he would never shut up.
“Alright, we wasted enough time here, the dawn’s a wastin’!”
As if on a silent command, the three soldiers to Maruk’s left advanced up to you, a gleam of fear in their eyes. You saw the fear despite how slight, finding it greatly bemusing. One of the guard’s fingers fumbled with the iron clasp around your neck, until finally, the collar-like chain unlatched, seconds before clattering to the ground.
“As promised, chain freedom if ye are a good boy, following the rules. Now, let us begin the tour! Do follow, my young gladiator…”
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