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Kenash was a place Noah never thought he’d be. He’d heard the stories of slaves and how Kelvics were prized possessions, slaves. Even though he was Kelvic, even though he sought to bind himself to another and ultimately be a human in the eyes of his bondmate, Noah never wanted to be a slave. Slavery was something his mother had come from in Ravok, something his mother had escaped from thanks to her late bondmate. Noah was born free in Zeltiva and now he was in the slave city of Kenash under the guise of being a close friend to one of the Dynast Lorak’s children, Verena Lorak.

Verena was a young woman, someone with a kind heart, a heart he never thought he’d find in Kenash. He had thought coming to the slave’s city was a mistake but he stumbled into Verena and was shown kindness by her. He repaid her kindness by acting as a devoted friend and companion. He had spent many weeks with the Loraks, gotten to know them on personal levels but nothing as deep as what him and Verena had together. She was not his bondmate  - he couldn’t fathom letting another into his heart after two failed bonds - but she was a dear friend. Like a bondmate, he would do anything for her and loved her in the way he knew how.

After nursing him back to health, Verena harbored him until he attained the status of a freeborn despite being a Kelvic. He was born outside of the city and was a friend to one of the powerful families, thus freeborn status was granted to him with relative ease. The only constraint and difficulty was time and in that time Verena had housed him. Still housing him today, Noah knew of the highborn suburbs and had come to know them like the back of his hand. Often he went with Verena to visit the main of the city, to accompany her on any walking excursion she may fancy. He was but another member of her entourage with enough credibility by relation alone to be seen with some fair respect himself.

The reason Noah came to Kenash was because he was fleeing Syliras, the oppressive castle city which held his most recent bondmate, Elann. She was a love of his as well, and he still held love for her in his heart. They split because of their religious differences. Yahal, her patron deity, held ideals Noah didn’t readily bind himself to. Elann saw it as resistance, an unwillingness for him to change, but it wasn’t that. Purity and faithfulness were already words which held concrete meaning in the Kelvic’s mind. He didn’t need a deity, a fabled man, to tell him to remain ‘pure’ and faithful to his bondmate. Elann was granted his bond, it was already a given he wouldn’t lie with another or lay his eyes upon another. He was animally-minded, the wild was his home and domain, there was no such thing as social purity there.

Elann didn’t understand, and so they fought and fought until neither could take it any longer. Being an eagle, being an avian, he fled and flew as far as the winds would carry him. As he flew with his heart heavy in his chest, he realized all the harm that came to him while he was with Elann as a bondmate, lover, and friend. With the heaviness in mind, the mindful dagger slashed through their bond, ripping him free but wrenching his heart at the same time. He could only imagine how Elann felt as he flew far, far away, but he couldn’t care any longer. He had to survive, he had to live without her because he was going to die - literally or figuratively - with her. As said, the wild was his domain, and thus survival drove him away.

Upon arriving in Kenash, he stayed incognito as an eagle for a week’s time before suffering a broken wing at the hand of mischievous children, children who were upset because the pretty bird wouldn’t play with them. Verena found him, nursed him to help, and acted as his representation for freeborn status. Now, a handful of months later, he was enjoying a friendship with Verena and only she, and was also enjoying living in the lap of what was luxury. He was but a pampered friend to the youthful beauty of the Lorak family.

On this day, Noah walked alone on the lengthy road on the edge of Kenash. There was a home he had seen many times before from the distance but had never been too. It was able to be viewed from the street just before the Lorak’s manor. It wasn’t often he was alone since Verena was something of a celebrity in Kenash’s high society. He missed his solitude though, often seeking it in the room provided for him in the manor. He could only take being cooped up in the house for so long before he started going stir crazy though, and so he snuck away when Verena was sleeping the last night’s celebration away.

He was simply dressed for a near-royal, donned in high quality pants, leather boots with a nice linen shirt beneath his pale golden, sleeveless doublet. On his wrists were two leather guards and at his waist was a sheath for the eagle’s-head dagger he carried. He didn’t fear being mugged or being assaulted, knowing he could very well survive if such a thing were to happen. On his neck was a rounded stone the size of the palm’s heart and it swirled with the imagery of a storm, clouds darkened and flashing with lightning being swept around by heavy winds - his deity, Zulrav, had granted him two blessings and he had trained them well.

The blessings weren’t the only thing he trained. His body had been tuned, the musculature on his still lithe frame was developed and there was a certain solidity to him as he treked over the road, his hand on the hilt of his dagger, resting, as he walked.