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PostPosted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 1:31 pm    Post subject: To Step From The Shadows Reply with quote

((Warning: This thread is adult themed, violent. Please do not read further if these matters offend. It is open to those who want to track the trail of her, so to speak. Any questions, just PM or email. Thanks!))

The shadow had watched the girl for a some time. Almost a week and with it, Gracus was becoming impatient. Word was spread from the seeker back to the barbarian king of the Llothgar tribes.

There was no more waiting where the order had been given to take back what had belonged to Gracus u'Lor's brother, Kiroth. His property was Gracus', but right and demand.

Now there was not just one shadow, but two. Hunting leathers worn, shins of their boots were bound snuggly with leopard fur. The small woman was seen for only the second time outside of the inn in almost four days when they saw her again.

The taller of the two moved first and caughter her up by the arm, his other hand closing over her mouth and muffling the chance for an outcry.

Dark eyes flew wide to recognize the clothing of the Llothgar. A horrible mixture of gentled recognition and memory, and the realization of what they were doing churned in the pit of her taut belly.

She kicked against the second of the warriors, landing the flat heel of her sheepskin boots into his gutt. S'jira's hips bucked and her form twisted, but their grips were that of unkind irons, biting into her the flesh of her ankles and forearms.

A striking blow brought a ringing to her ears and the world about her to darkness.

Left to the ground outside of the Red Dragon Inn was the moonstar necklace that had fallen from her skirt pocket, and one of her boots.
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 1:52 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The day waned from morning until late afternoon.

Tents of the Llothgar stood strong and proud in the open on RhyDin ground outside of the busy, great city where the stench of Humans and else milled about within its walls.

The tents varied in the color of their leather walls and the painted decoration to the left of each hide-flap doorway. At the center of them stood the larger of the tents and a roaring fire outside of it.

Inside, pelts were the floor, keeping feet and anything else from touching the cold ground beneath. A firepit was at the center and oil lamps hung from stoutly linked chains from hooks on the support beams.

A slave moved about within while Gracus sat near the firepit and watched the fire that moved within the circle of stones before him.

S'jira could hear someone moan, the sound distance in the long tunnel of her hearing. It took her another full, few moments to realized that it had come from her own lips. Her head felt as if it had been kicked and she could not open her right eye, leaving a bleary vision of her left. Her eye had taken some of the brunt of the warrior's fist, swollen and purple with green mottling the area about it at her cheek.

She felt beneath her not ground or cloth, but animal fur that felt rough to her arm, leg, and the side of her face. When she tried to move, she cried out with pain, feeling as if a couple of her ribs were broken.

Eyes did not see well the girl that knelt beside her, but she felt Ghetra's hand lift her head from the pelts and bring the side of something against her mouth. It tasted wooden, and it brought to her water that a parched throat thirsted for. The water missed her mouth a bit and trickled down her cheek and into her hair before she was able to manage a full swallow.

"Enough, Ghetra. Let her wake more without your care."

The voice brought a frown that marred S'jira's already beaten features. At first, she thought it was Master Kiroth, but the tone was too harsh even for him. No, it was not her beloved dead Master but his brother. One that she recalled with fear enough to try to move again and cried out in likened pain.

"You sound troubled, girl. Lie still and let your bones heal. Ghetra will not tend you again until I say so."

S'jira's head swam with pain of her ribs and the ache of swollen, bruised flesh of her face. From the corner of her eye, a tear trickled against her cheek and heart cried out for Panther.
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 2:02 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"Panther?"

S'jira stilled herself. She had not realized she had said his name aloud. With effort, she tried to move again, but the stabbing pain came again in her side that brought fresh tears. Her head fell back against the fur covered floor of the tent as she gasped for air.

"Who is Panther, little one? Is that the beast my men say has your adoration? You stupid slave. You know better than that. " He reached out for Ghetra and took her by the neck and brought her cheek against the floor beside where he sat. "Even Ghetra knows better than to love. Do you not, Ghetra?" Gracus did not wait for his girl's reply and turned cold eyes back upon S'jira. "My brother's property. Now tell me, child. Why did my brother run from our lands? Why so cowardly an act? There must have been a reason for him to make it look that way for I know the fierceness of the blood that once flowed through his veins."

Darkness closed against the sight of Gracus and Ghetra. Her head turned and buried into the layers of furs that were the floor. The pain was too much to move any other part of her then. Not yet.

She did not hear him move. There was no indication of it until he had his fist tight within her hair and lifting her head with it. Pain shot through her that nearly blinded the eyes that she could still see a little with, screaming as her spine was arched. Through clenched teeth, the words raked outwards again her. "Too long you have been outside of the tents of Llothgar, s'jira. Too long, child. I see that you will need a reteaching of our ways. Ghetra, bring me my quirt!"

Ghetra flowed with grace, even in those tense times. The shift moved about her hips and carressed her thighs to move from where she had forced her to kneel beside the firepit. To one of the small trunks of wood, metal, and leather the quirt was removed. It was worn with use and faded a little at the grip where his hand had been about it many times.

The slave of that tent was swift in her course, moving towards. She dropped to her knees and held the quirt out to him with her head as lowly bent towards the ground as it was possible without falling over.

Gracus snatched it away from Ghetra and took to beginning of lessons that s'jira had forgotten. Painful ones. She felt iron, cruel hands upon her. Cloth was ripped from her body and the biting kisses of leather against flesh had begun. Assaulted with those lessons that Ghetra knew well and s'jira thought were a vague memory.
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PostPosted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 11:30 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Time was lost.

The small one didn't know how long it was when she finally woke. She didn't move at first, she simply didn't dare to. Muscles twitched on their own, spasming from the very first, vague moment of clarity. With every twitch of a spasm, flesh was hot and stinging.

Lessons taught among the Llothgar were never kind.

She had longed often to be back in Master Kiroth's shadow, but all she could now think of was Panther and the safety of those walls that were the Red Dragon's.

There was a wetness on her face that she realized was tears. Somewhere in the distance, she heard movement within the tent. Someone was moving about and humming. Humming. S'jira could have wept more. How was there happiness in the wake of what had happened?

Gracus was not as soft as his brother had been. That much was evident. And Ghetra was not S'jira. She took strides that were in the wake of her own master's, ones that she was accustomed to.

When she finally tried to move, she gasped. This time, she pushed herself up until she thought her ribs would pierce right through her side. Teeth grit against each other. A breath hissed out between them and her head swam with dizzying pain.

On the swell of her hip, she stopped, only partway upwards to sitting. Her head hung with weariness and her hair was all about her face in a mess.

"You are awake. This is good." Ghetra's voice was warm and a smile could be heard within each word. "Two days you have been sleeping. More than enough time for anyone. Come. You will be bathed before Master Gracus returns."
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 11:11 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Since the first day they had stepped foot into the strange, foreign lands of RhyDin the clearing had been found. Camp was set up with the skill of those used to living off the land and taking whatever else was wanted or needed.

Four smaller tents encircled a larger one but each stood with a sturdiness that would have weathered some of the strongest winds and heaviest snowfalls. Before the greater of the tents, a large firepit had been dug into the ground and stones ringed it to help encourage and hold the warmth. It was where the men rested and ate between shifts of guarding the encampment, where the two slavewomen served them their meals.

Under the protective, thick boughs of the trees that were nearby the horses had been tied. The wagon was not far away from the horses.

The men moved with ways of barbarians, where brawn and steel ruled most matters. Leather and fur trappings were their garb. Hands ever at the grip of a sword or dagger, even when at ease. Sharp attention would only wane with the fading night.

Ghetra was the one who stole from the large tent, leaving Master Gracus sleeping and S'jira to her pain-filled sleep. The fire that was dieing was tended until it once more brought the man near it plenty of warmth.
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 11:26 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

S'jira lay within the tent unable to fitfully sleep.

Every sound was hightened until it was maddening. When she closed dark eyes, they screwed shut painfully with every breath. At least one rib was broken and it brought tears to her eyes at times to take a full breath. Lashes endured from the quirt would heal, eventuall, but presently they still stung even with the salve that had been allowed. One or two, though, would leave minute scars where it had bitten flesh far too deeply.

She could hear Gracus' rough breathing several feet away. Ghetra had seen to making him pleasurably tired after hours of intentional taunts that had ended in Gracus enjoying the one he owned, fully and without care that his fresh captive was within open viewof them.

The small one lay there in the near-darkness and lulled her head back against the pelts. The dress she had been wearing had been torn from her and nothing, not even the roughest of blankets, had been given to cover her yet.

Cracking of the fire in the small firepit inside of the tent was listened to. Aches and pains she did not complain of. It was dangerous to do so. She moved her right hand, the shivering sound of metal link reminded her of being fettered to the ground-stake. Imediately, she stilled herself. For a moment, she did not breath at all. Eyes went wide and stared more towards the darkness and strained to listen for sounds from Gracus.

To her relief, his sleep continued. Her other arm, her left, lifted to drape over her face. There was no time for weeping as Ghetra drew the flap of the tent aside and stepped within.
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