[b]11th Stretch[/b]

It had been just about two hours since the boy had fought Zenovia, lost and had been tied to a wooden post. Zenovia had gone to a brief meeting with her Warlord during this time, to discuss what was actually going on.

[color=ed145b]"So you're really just going to give me a slave for the fun of it?"[/color] She asked curtly, her arms crossed in an irritable manner. [color=8882be]"Well.. Half of that is true.."[/color] The drow replied in a ambiguous manner. Orranha was always like this. If she wasn't busy hunting, doing meetings or training with Zenovia, she was doing odd things for her amusement. This would be one of those things, which annoyed the young Anuirean girl to no end.

[color=ed145b]"I still have no idea what to do with him."[/color] She commented, looking away for a moment, scratching her head in thought. [color=8882be]"Hmmm, you could do what everyone else does with their slaves. You could get him to wait on you and live easy, you could kill him.. Or you could rape him~"[/color] The last sentence ended with a rather sinister chuckle. It wasn't uncommon for slaves to be used for sexual pleasure. Actually, it was pretty common. Though the mere suggestion caused Zenovia's face to turn as red as her hair. [color=ed145b]"Oh would you quit fucking around for just a moment!"[/color] She retorted in anger and embarrassment. The warlord merely laughed at her pupil's reaction.

[color=8882be]"Maybe you could just get to know him? How does that sound?"[/color] The drow shrugged, her hands open in a kind of defeated gesture. [color=ed145b]"...Maybe.."[/color] She muttered before leaving the tent. The shaman smiled as the girl left. Perhaps something interesting might happen.

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Zenovia strolled up to the Anuirean boy that was tied to the post. His head was looking down at the ground, seemingly too tired to keep itself up. She stopped a few feet in front of him. [color=ed145b]"What is your name?"[/color] She inquired in a rather demanding tone. There was a brief pause as the boy looked up at her, staring her straight in the face, blankly. [color=39b54a]"Taranis."[/color] He replied as blankly as his expression. His eyes seemed rather vindictive despite his overall expression. [color=ed145b]"Well. I'm Zenovia, and I'm your master. Whether you like it or not. And whether seemingly whether [i]I[/i] like it or not."[/color] She replied in a very 'for your information' tone. The boy smirked at her, [color=39b54a]"Ye. So what?"[/color], he retorted, cocking an eyebrow. He felt that he couldn't be in any worse of a position than he already was. His attitude was starting to show. If anyone else had been this boy's master, he'd be lashed for giving such an insolent response, but Zenovia. Zenovia giggled at the retort.

She liked people to have a little bit of spunk in them. She really hated submissive people, they generally gave off a weak vibe that she didn't like. But this boy. He's different from the other slaves that she usually came across. Most of them absolutely subservient. Weak. No will power. She walked a little closer to him with a smirk of her own, drawing a small knife. His face tensed slightly as he expected some sort of punishment, a few cuts maybe? But it didn't come. He felt his bindings loosen and fall to the floor. He stumbled slightly as he regained his footing. [color=ed145b]"You're lucky you're with me. Otherwise you'd be dead already. But I think, you'll make a good sparring partner."[/color] She commented, sheathing her dagger.

She showed Taranis where he'd sleep and when he'd be fed, which was apparently, whenever Zenovia remembered. If he wanted to train, he was to ask for her permission, and then ask for permission from the teachers. A few ground rules being: he wasn't to leave her side, he wasn't allowed to listen to anyone else but her, and he wasn't allowed challenge her for the next 5 years.

The last rule was to ensure that he didn't constantly ask to fight her and try go home. It'd be too much of a pain for both of them to go through with it all the time.

-----20th Stretch-----

Throughout the day they spoke of various things. She found out that Taranis wasn't very secretive about his life, nor was he anti social. He was like all the other teenagers around her age, if not a little less outspoken. She had learnt that he was a Squire of the Ebonknights before being kidnapped, explaining his skill with a staff, and that his parents were apparently extremely traditional Anuireans whom had decided to leave him out to die. According to the knights that is. He had met his parents a few times, but he said that he never really felt a connection to them. Zenovia felt that she could relate. She saw her parents every so often, but she felt more connected to her teacher/warlord rather than her birth parents. 

'Terenis' was the name given to him by his foster knight, since his parents didn't name him or want to know him, deeming him too weak to even care for.

The master and slave sat silently under the night sky, Zenovia stared up at the moon and the stars, a habit that she picked up from her shaman teacher. For the most part of the day, she did a lot of talking. However at night, she was a quiet person. Almost unnervingly so. The Anuirean girl quietly reflected on today. She realized that the two of them had become fast friends and their positions didn't really feel like 'master and slave', but there may be points where she had to tell him what to do. So there was that.

Watching the same moon, was Orranha. The drow had done this for countless days, gazing at the moon's light as if it were her lover. She glanced across the camp to see the pair of Anuireans. She chuckled to herself as she decided to retreat to her tent. She needed to get up early the next day. They were moving.