Re: Holding Pens - Hermes and Carrick
Carrick's weekly visit to the slave market had been unremarkable, and he was preparing to leave when he caught an unfamiliar scent. Something fresh and bright and sweet. It was delicious. He stopped, glancing around for the source of the scent, not finding it. He glanced around, his gaze as sharp as the tips of his fangs, which were lengthening almost automatically in response to the heady fragrance.It was mysterious, undefineable. It seemed almost the scent of pleasure itself.
Carrick glanced up. A blond slaveboy with a watchful brightness in his mossy green eyes was perched above the other slaves. He smelled delicious. Carrick thought for a moment, then caught the slave's eye.