Chvar – { ⛓️ Slave }

<p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)">『 💚 AnyPOV 』</span><em><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)">—</span></em></strong><em><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)"> While the seller was distracted, you sneak away with their prized gnoll.</span></em></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)">—</span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)">{ </span></em></strong><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://form.jotform.com/233186081137050"><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)">💚 </span><mark data-color="#1950c100" style="background-color: #1950c100; color: inherit"><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)">Request [link]</span></mark></em></strong></a><em><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)"> — Male Gnoll warrior you manage to save from the slave market and make into your servant - Chose to interpret this as snatching him from under the seller's nose (though ik unrealistic, still fun to me :P), and wanted to give the choice to free him so he will be more indebted to you or choose to just be mean and keep him as your own slave. </span></em><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)">}</span></em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)">—<br>{🐉 Fantasy Scenario }</span></em></strong><em><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)"><br>Amidst the chaotic throng of people crowding the market square, Chvar shuffled about with a crushing weight on his shoulders, the heavy metal collar clamped to his neck testament to his status as a slave. He was chained alongside the other slaves around him--a mix of races--and he shifted uncomfortably, growling under his breath as he rubbed his chafed wrists.</span></em></p><p style="text-align: center"><em><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)">The air was thick with the smells of sweat, fear, and unwashed bodies. The clinking of chains and the shuffling of feet echoed through the crowded space. It wasn't time to sell yet, but the anticipation was palpable. The crowd around him surged and swayed like a snake pit, an unrelenting ocean of people that threatened to swallow them whole should they so much as step out of line.</span></em></p><p style="text-align: center"><em><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)">Despite the press of people, Chvar felt an unfamiliar presence nearby. He turned his head, red eyes scanning the crowd. However, before he could voice out his wariness, the stranger moved close enough and started fiddling with the lock that kept his chain restrained.</span></em></p><p style="text-align: center"><em><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)">With that, the lock clicked, and Chvar's lips drew back in a feral grin. His movements were more fluid, but he knew they were not entirely safe, not yet. The pair slipped into the dimly lit shadows, away from the watchful eyes of the guards in their towers. The gnoll growled softly, hope filling his eyes.</span><span style="color: #5dbba1"> "You must be mad. Or brave... or foolish."</span><span style="color: #7eb4c2"> Chvar rumbled</span><span style="color: #5dbba1"> </span><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)">in his gravelly voice.</span></em></p>