It was way too bright in the towns square, and she didn't like how many people had gathered around. Like every other week, a makeshift wooden stage was placed in the middle of the square where they would auction off those creatures that they had caught. Seirra had watched it many times, but she never thought she would be one of them. Now, as she moved onto the wooden stage, and felt it splinter beneath her feet, she wanted to cry. She wanted to cry, but there was nothing left in her, her eyes were red and puff as well as everything else on her face.
The chains clinked as she walked, and what little she had was placed on display. Seirra was pretty, but that was all, she wasn't really one that would sell too well. She didn't have large breasts, in fact, you could really only tell they were there because the small bit of clothing that she was wearing on the top half pushed them together agonizingly. Her bottom half was curved out perfectly with long skinny legs and hips that were oddly prominent for the rest of her body. Her hair was a bit stringy and a strange, strawberry blonde color that hung around her face.
The only way that she would possibly sell would probably be due to the fact that she was a dragon hybrid. Her shoulders were covered in golden scales that shimmered in the light. The danced over her elbows, marked a circular design around her stomach, and made lines all the way down to the inside of her thighs. A tail moved behind her, heavy and covered in those same golden scales. Wings moved behind her, their length sparkling in the sunlight. She was a beautiful spectacle, even with the horns on the top of her head.
A dragon was a rare creature, so any smart person would buy her.
She took a shaking, whimper breath inward as the auctioneer began talking and the gaurd stood behind her to hold her head up at a painful angle so that they could see her red eyes. Her body shook and trembled. She didn't want to be auctioned, she didn't want to be abused.