Trial Period
Out of the entire time he was in the pens, Ahph had only found one singular slave that had caught his attention. He didn't frequent the pens often; not only did he find it strange and weird to see people and others locked up in cages like animals, but it was just something he wasn't used to. If he wanted a slave, he'd just take one from another and claim it as his own. But, that wasn't allowed anymore, apparently, so Ahph had to make way with what he had been given. So, as leisurely as he wanted, he stepped through the rows of slave, looking here and there, stopping occasionally to see what goods he was interested in, but nobody really interested him just yet. He liked slaves with a little bit of curiosity in the world in their heads, and the quiet obedience that lurked behind the eyes and in the heart. Even if it needed a bit of training, those were the slaves he was interested in. He was interested in ones who would, should he decide to take a female, one who would breed the most logical child of his, one who would be able to succeed his seat once Ahph was old and about to pass away into the depths of death. He was, now that he realized it, a rather particularly picky caretaker and master, so every slave he had was a perfect, concise agreement between how they reacted and how he could train them. After all, having a slave trained too much wasn't worth his time, and having a slave with no thoughts of his or her own wasn't fun at all. There was literally a perfect little battle that he was always interested in, and unfortunately, not many slaves in the pens truly interested him. So, it was really with a heavy heart that he browsed through the slaves in the cages today. He wore what were traditional human clothes today, instead of the traditional Gordanian clothes of pelts made of previously hunted animals that were a staple of the Arthulon settlement out west. He let his fingers and hands dance into the pockets of the nice slacks he wore, something that wasn't over the top dressy, but dressy enough to give him a rather sharp feature of his slimmed, toned body, and he walked with idle eyes. The slave he stopped in front of had blue skin, and all she did was stand there. He only slowed and stopped to stare at her, returning the look she gave him, before waiting for a second longer. Nothing about this slave seemed truly appealing, and he wanted to see what she would do. He was truly just looking to see if anyone was going to catch his attention, but otherwise, he was just going to pass along and return to his little apartment empty handed. It wasn't really a bad thing for him, either. He had other things he'd have to take care of before he settled on finding someone to have as a pet to take care of.