[[Oh LMAO. |D I like. Phail at Norweigan. |D]]

Vert looked up to see the slave master speaking with a rather intimidating man. Well... intimidating to him, but almost all humans appeared intimidating to him. They didn't give a damn for the lives of Monteckos. Given half the chance, they often killed them for fun or for sport.

He saw another person as well, a human who appeared around his own age. Not that it mattered. Age was never really an issue with humans. From the day a human was born, they were taught to believe that Monteckos are bad. He'd once even met a child who used to go around throwing rocks at people, accompanied by the 'good boy' that his parents would be saying. Hurting his kind was encouraged greatly.

Sighing, he mumbled under his breath. ''Don't pick me... Don't pick me...'' Although being in the cages was bad, and they didn't get fed at all, it was better than working on a farm for at least fourteen hours a day. With his leg in the state it was, he knew it'd be pure hell. Not that his new masters would care.

Vert jumped as the slave-trader punched the bars, and gave a small wince of pain as, when he moved out of the way, his leg buckled. Stumbling a little into the bars, he held onto them to keep himself upright. Leaning against the bars once more when the slave-trader left, he looked back to the other boy. Maybe the lad didn't understand Monteckos, after all. Or, maybe he was just ignoring him. Either way, it did crush the small hopes he'd managed to build up.

''I guess you can't understand me, then.'' Vert said. His right shoulder was slumped down in dissapointment, but he kept his left one held up slightly. If he tried to lower his left shoulder, it hurt. He was smart enough to figure that much out.

[[Trololololol. Understandable. |D And. Are you serious? |DD You ONLY JUST realized? xD Did you even notice that Gon-dra is dra-gon swapped around? |D]]

Vert sighed, and limped out of the cage. Jaw clenched in concentration on not falling over, he got into the cart and slumped down immediately. His leg was causing him excruciating pain, but humans didn't like it when Montecko's made noise at all, no matter what the reason. It surprised him a little, actually, as they always seemed so... loud, at least to him.

Vert listened to their conversation in earnest. How strange it was. The boy seemed to be talking to his father... of what was to become with their new possession. Namely, Vert himself. He swallowed as he said that he couldn't believe he bought him. Vert'd heard stories of what happened to Monteckos who could no longer work. Either they were sold off again, or... 'put out of their misery'.

When the boy said something about herb gardnes, he became curious. What was this herb garden? He knew what herbs and gardens were, but this seemed to be a new thing, and he wondered if they would be-

His thought was cut off as the young human fell against him, and he gave a slight whimper of pain. He had knocked straight into his shoulder- his bad one- and now it hurt so badly that tears stung his eyes. A single tear actually rolled down from his glowing eyes, and he reached up with his other arm to hold his shoulder.

Vert remained holding his now excruciatingly painful shoulder, the tears stinging his eyes now of more than just pain. They were of the sadness that he knew every single human really believed that. That him- and all his kind- were moronic idiots. When he looked at him like that, while saying this, Vert looked down and tried not to meet the humans gaze.

''If only you knew, human, how much I wish that were true. If it were, maybe I wouldn't feel so much... hurt, knowing what all you humans think of both myself and all my kind.'' He said, even though he knew the other boy couldn't understand what he said. Just because the Montecko could understand the human, after all, didn't mean it worked both ways, and he knew from the absence of replies every time he spoke that it didn't.

The Montecko painfully stood up, but when he jumped off the end of the cart, it grew too much for him to stand and he fell to his knees, trying to get to his feet as quickly as possible to avoid being punished for slacking. ''You have other Monteckos?'' He asked, wondering to himself why he was still talking when he knew the other boy didn't understand. Maybe it was out of some buried hope that he did, but was just choosing to ignore him, and if he talked enough, he'd reply.

Resting all his weight on his good leg, which was beginning to ache now as well from the strain of over-use for the past two days, he waited for the human to show him where he was to go.

Vert sighed and did as he was told. It was like having a conversation with a brick wall. Then again, he had done that, once, albeit when he was a little ill. Oh well. ''Thanks.'' He mumbled. Well, it at least appeared this human wasn't completely bad. Most humans couldn't stand to be within five feet of a Montecko unless they were hurting it; at least this boy was better than that.

He began talking to the boy again, even though he knew nothing would happen. ''Y'know, when I first heard you and realized I could understand you, I got really hopeful. I guess it was kinda stupid of me, huh? It doesn't look to me like it's a two-way thing.''

Sighing as they started walking with still no response, Vert decided it would be futile to continue talking. But so was even trying to survive in this world, so why shouldn't he keep trying? ''I wonder why it is Montecko's are so hated by humans?'' He said nonchalantly as they walked. ''I mean, you can't communicate with dogs or horses or such, but people are still fond of them, and they've been treated better than Montecko's in most cases.'' He stopped talking afer that, remembering a partiular time when that had been too true for his liking.

A baby Montecko had been born to one of the slaves, but it was a harsh winter. They left the baby out to die in the cold, preferring instead to tend to the new-born pups of the family dog. It still hurt him that, to this day, he didn't know if that baby would've lived, had it been shown more care.

Vert felt the human tighten his grip on him, and he grew slightly suspicious that maybe the other boy could understand what he was saying, after all. Either that, or he was going crazy and the other boy really couldn't understand a word that came out of his mouth. Sighing as he saw they were almost at the barn, he decided he may as well let the other lad know that, if he could understand him, he had a name.

''My name's Vert, by the way, in case you were wondering. Guess Montecko's are smart enough to have names, huh?'' He said, giving a grim chuckle.

[[Lawl there ya go. |D]]