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EtherealThorn
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So... bored... urg.
10 yrs ago
So pretty much all my 1x1s dropped without a word... Gotta love it when they do shit like that >.>
10 yrs ago
That moment when you finally realize why you are so pissed off and realize that maybe you should tell the person when things finally cool off.
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10 yrs ago
Sorry to all who are waiting on me... Classes are kicking my rear pretty hard
10 yrs ago
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Alrighty, everyone is clear to post and go to the Courtyard. I am still working on a description of the damn place but... well... yeah
Haha I am sure you do
Lol, I'm glad that you have finally agreed with yourself on a Character Haha. We are primarily doing the prologue posts now so you are safe.
Doesn't sound too bad, though I am not a fan of Onions
Um, yesterday
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Summer stared at Ostel for some time before letting out what he assumed was a sigh before she stood up, not bothering to cover herself, Slaves weren't allowed clothes so it wasn't like she had any modesty as it was. When Ostel made no move to go anywhere, she raised a delicate eyebrow in confusion. Perhaps she was had understood him wrong, maybe he wasn't letting her out of this cell and removing her from the care of the lecherous guards just yet. All that talk of being different from his family and she was already beginning to doubt him, but then again, no one owed her anything as she was a slave, and no better than the livestock they kept.
Shrugging his shoulders, "Well I suppose I will have to just keep on talking to myself and Snow I guess. Speaking of which..." he turned and gave a sharp whistle, which was followed by the pattering of soft feet upon the dungeon floor.
Around the corner came the white wolf companion of Ostel, his ghostly tail whipping back and forth happily at the site of him. His tail wagging stopped though as it glanced it's fierce red eyes at Summer, he did not growl though, but the wolf kept his gaze fixed upon her. Noting Snow's caution he smiled and patted his thick mane, "Summer's a friend Snow, we need to help her alright?" Then Snow's tail went waggling again as he confidently left Ostel's patting and made his way slowly to Summer.
Unexpectedly, Summer's face broke out in a smile as she immediately went to Snow and began to pet the Wolf. It was obvious that she was not afraid of the animal in the least and she immediately felt comforted by its closeness. She never really understood why, but she always felt at home when she was with animals, she knew they would never hurt her and she could even talk to them and understand what they said to her, though she never told anyone. Summer felt like it was a secret she had to hide from others, afraid that they would try to use her gift to their advantage, so she ensured that no one was paying her any mind when she talked to the animals she had been put in charge of.
Taking a sigh of relief Ostel then asked bluntly, "You cannot go anywhere in your condition though," he said unclasping his fur cloak and setting it aside. Summer however immediately looked up and became wide eyed by the motion, her fear causing her to hold onto Snow tightly. Seeing this Ostel stopped and gave a confused look, "Your injuries need to be tended ... ohh I see," He said taking off his gloves, "I'm a healer of sorts, but I need to be able to put my hands upon the wounds. Do you think you can be brave enough to let me? " He asked warily as he showed his bare hands to her..
Summer took what he said into consideration before releasing her hold on Snow and holding up a finger to Ostel, asking him to wait. Confused, Ostel watched as Summer began to point out the more awkward areas that she was hurt, silently letting him know that she would let him do what he must, but that she wasn't going to lie and say she was comfortable with it. One such area was her inner right thigh where it was obvious his brother had taken a knife and sliced down to her inner knee. She then proceeded to motion to her back before she turned around and moved her blood stained hair out of the way to show him the multiple whip marks on her thin back. It was obvious then they had spared her no comfort when she had been punished, blood was everywhere on her frail body and it was a wonder that she was even still living. Once she was done pointing out a few more areas, including the deepest one that was on her face, she let her arms drop and waited for Ostel to approach her.
Summer stared at Ostel for some time before letting out what he assumed was a sigh before she stood up, not bothering to cover herself, Slaves weren't allowed clothes so it wasn't like she had any modesty as it was. When Ostel made no move to go anywhere, she raised a delicate eyebrow in confusion. Perhaps she was had understood him wrong, maybe he wasn't letting her out of this cell and removing her from the care of the lecherous guards just yet. All that talk of being different from his family and she was already beginning to doubt him, but then again, no one owed her anything as she was a slave, and no better than the livestock they kept.
Shrugging his shoulders, "Well I suppose I will have to just keep on talking to myself and Snow I guess. Speaking of which..." he turned and gave a sharp whistle, which was followed by the pattering of soft feet upon the dungeon floor.
Around the corner came the white wolf companion of Ostel, his ghostly tail whipping back and forth happily at the site of him. His tail wagging stopped though as it glanced it's fierce red eyes at Summer, he did not growl though, but the wolf kept his gaze fixed upon her. Noting Snow's caution he smiled and patted his thick mane, "Summer's a friend Snow, we need to help her alright?" Then Snow's tail went waggling again as he confidently left Ostel's patting and made his way slowly to Summer.
Unexpectedly, Summer's face broke out in a smile as she immediately went to Snow and began to pet the Wolf. It was obvious that she was not afraid of the animal in the least and she immediately felt comforted by its closeness. She never really understood why, but she always felt at home when she was with animals, she knew they would never hurt her and she could even talk to them and understand what they said to her, though she never told anyone. Summer felt like it was a secret she had to hide from others, afraid that they would try to use her gift to their advantage, so she ensured that no one was paying her any mind when she talked to the animals she had been put in charge of.
Taking a sigh of relief Ostel then asked bluntly, "You cannot go anywhere in your condition though," he said unclasping his fur cloak and setting it aside. Summer however immediately looked up and became wide eyed by the motion, her fear causing her to hold onto Snow tightly. Seeing this Ostel stopped and gave a confused look, "Your injuries need to be tended ... ohh I see," He said taking off his gloves, "I'm a healer of sorts, but I need to be able to put my hands upon the wounds. Do you think you can be brave enough to let me? " He asked warily as he showed his bare hands to her..
Summer took what he said into consideration before releasing her hold on Snow and holding up a finger to Ostel, asking him to wait. Confused, Ostel watched as Summer began to point out the more awkward areas that she was hurt, silently letting him know that she would let him do what he must, but that she wasn't going to lie and say she was comfortable with it. One such area was her inner right thigh where it was obvious his brother had taken a knife and sliced down to her inner knee. She then proceeded to motion to her back before she turned around and moved her blood stained hair out of the way to show him the multiple whip marks on her thin back. It was obvious then they had spared her no comfort when she had been punished, blood was everywhere on her frail body and it was a wonder that she was even still living. Once she was done pointing out a few more areas, including the deepest one that was on her face, she let her arms drop and waited for Ostel to approach her.
Hehe I think it's funny
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Darkness, something she should be accustomed to seeing as she had been in this cell for a few days now with almost no light and very little food. She remained huddled in the far right corner, her pale white legs drawn up to her chest, hiding as much of her naked body as she could from the leering guards that stood watch over her cell. She couldn't understand why they were there, and part of her just didn't want to even though one question ran through her head contently. What was it about her; a small elf girl; that had them watching her so intently?
After a few moments, one of the guards came to her door, her usually provision of cold beef soup, along with a stale piece of bread and some water in his hand. When she made no move to approach the bars, the guard sneered and opened the door, causing the Girl to scurry up the wall, her back pressed firmly against it because she had no other place to go. Upon inspection, bruises littered the girl's small body and blood was on both her legs and face, a jagged cut could be seen running horizontally across her right cheek, just under her eye, blood crusted over both the cut and down her cheek.
The closer the guard got to her, the more her body shook and before she knew it, a scream ripped it's way from her already sore throat. The cry of terror echoed off the prison's uncaring walls, and would of made even the more seasoned guardsmen flinch in annoyance. But then the guard in her cell dropped her food to the floor, growled angrily, made two steps forward and backhanded her with his mailed glove. The force of the strike silenced the elf's cries of terror and the guard was rewarded with only ragged breathing and new blood on the floor.
The guard took a breath and looked down to the split rations and chuckled a bit, "Stupid girl, you spilt your food. How clumsy of you." When all he got was soft whimper the guard turned around and made his way out of the cell, waving as he left, "See you next time." the soldier said as if he was saying it to a mere bug. With a resounding slam of door, the elf was left to her split food and grim fate.
She inched towards her food slowly, watching the guard closely before she sat down and used the stale bread to sop up what she could of the little bit of soup that was still in the bowl. She remained silent as she ate, ignoring the fresh blood that was sliding down her cheek and dripping onto the dirt floor. Once she was done, the elf slid back to her corner and resumed her earlier posture, her arms hugging her legs even tighter now as she waited for the next morning.
Time passes differently in a cell, without the sun you can never really see the dawn arise over the horizon, but the body can tell if it has not been that long since it's incarceration. Another day in the dungeons is merely another jot on the calendar, with the meager prison rations as the highlight of the day. This always come at dawn and dusk, and every time the battered elf had to endure the guards antics before she was granted her meal.
Except this time when the door opened she saw that two males enter, the first being one of regular guards. But the man who folowed the guard she had never met before. She could not make out much about him though other than he was slightly taller, seemed sturdier, and wore a black fur cloak. Being in a dungeoun so long adjusts your eyes to see better in the darkness, so when a torch is seen it hurts the eyes as they try to adjust.
"So, this is the one?" Said an unfamiliar but gruff tone, probably the stranger.
"Aye, this is her. Your brother had a good time with this one," the guard said with a wicked grin across his face.
"So I see. That will be all Vince, I will take it from here," the stranger ordered.
"Shame, I wish we could of had our way with her a bit longer." And with that the brute Vince handed the torch to the stranger and left the cell, closing it as he left.
The stranger then walked over to the opposing walls and lit the the lanterns on the opposing sides of the room, giving the cell a bit more of lighted atmosphere. Afterwards he placed the torch itself in the holder next to the door, turned back around, and then stood there for a moment looking at the elf in the corner. She felt his gaze upon her, and already assumed he was another of his ilk. Perhaps this was one of the lesser children here to either avenge his brother for his injuries or to take advantage of her. Wild and horrible thoughts raced through her mind as she watched from her corner in the cell. He then strode forward and placed a single package on the ground in the middle of the dankly lit room, "This should be better food than what you are used too." He then placed a flask beside the package, "This is spring water from Northern Lucerna, not poisonous if you are worried." He uncorked the flask and took a quick sip before placing it down. He then walked back to the opposite wall and sat down, leaning his back against the wall.
The elf watched him closely and waited until he went back to the other wall before she went to the food and water her provided for her. After a moment, she grabbed the bag he had provided for her and practically shoveled the food into her small mouth. Due to her trying to eat so quickly, she started coughing and immediately grabbed the flask of water and guzzled it down before dumping the rest of the water over her reopened cut. When the water met the wound she let out a small hiss of pain, but decided that the pain was worth getting as much dirt out of the scrape as possible.
Darkness, something she should be accustomed to seeing as she had been in this cell for a few days now with almost no light and very little food. She remained huddled in the far right corner, her pale white legs drawn up to her chest, hiding as much of her naked body as she could from the leering guards that stood watch over her cell. She couldn't understand why they were there, and part of her just didn't want to even though one question ran through her head contently. What was it about her; a small elf girl; that had them watching her so intently?
After a few moments, one of the guards came to her door, her usually provision of cold beef soup, along with a stale piece of bread and some water in his hand. When she made no move to approach the bars, the guard sneered and opened the door, causing the Girl to scurry up the wall, her back pressed firmly against it because she had no other place to go. Upon inspection, bruises littered the girl's small body and blood was on both her legs and face, a jagged cut could be seen running horizontally across her right cheek, just under her eye, blood crusted over both the cut and down her cheek.
The closer the guard got to her, the more her body shook and before she knew it, a scream ripped it's way from her already sore throat. The cry of terror echoed off the prison's uncaring walls, and would of made even the more seasoned guardsmen flinch in annoyance. But then the guard in her cell dropped her food to the floor, growled angrily, made two steps forward and backhanded her with his mailed glove. The force of the strike silenced the elf's cries of terror and the guard was rewarded with only ragged breathing and new blood on the floor.
The guard took a breath and looked down to the split rations and chuckled a bit, "Stupid girl, you spilt your food. How clumsy of you." When all he got was soft whimper the guard turned around and made his way out of the cell, waving as he left, "See you next time." the soldier said as if he was saying it to a mere bug. With a resounding slam of door, the elf was left to her split food and grim fate.
She inched towards her food slowly, watching the guard closely before she sat down and used the stale bread to sop up what she could of the little bit of soup that was still in the bowl. She remained silent as she ate, ignoring the fresh blood that was sliding down her cheek and dripping onto the dirt floor. Once she was done, the elf slid back to her corner and resumed her earlier posture, her arms hugging her legs even tighter now as she waited for the next morning.
Time passes differently in a cell, without the sun you can never really see the dawn arise over the horizon, but the body can tell if it has not been that long since it's incarceration. Another day in the dungeons is merely another jot on the calendar, with the meager prison rations as the highlight of the day. This always come at dawn and dusk, and every time the battered elf had to endure the guards antics before she was granted her meal.
Except this time when the door opened she saw that two males enter, the first being one of regular guards. But the man who folowed the guard she had never met before. She could not make out much about him though other than he was slightly taller, seemed sturdier, and wore a black fur cloak. Being in a dungeoun so long adjusts your eyes to see better in the darkness, so when a torch is seen it hurts the eyes as they try to adjust.
"So, this is the one?" Said an unfamiliar but gruff tone, probably the stranger.
"Aye, this is her. Your brother had a good time with this one," the guard said with a wicked grin across his face.
"So I see. That will be all Vince, I will take it from here," the stranger ordered.
"Shame, I wish we could of had our way with her a bit longer." And with that the brute Vince handed the torch to the stranger and left the cell, closing it as he left.
The stranger then walked over to the opposing walls and lit the the lanterns on the opposing sides of the room, giving the cell a bit more of lighted atmosphere. Afterwards he placed the torch itself in the holder next to the door, turned back around, and then stood there for a moment looking at the elf in the corner. She felt his gaze upon her, and already assumed he was another of his ilk. Perhaps this was one of the lesser children here to either avenge his brother for his injuries or to take advantage of her. Wild and horrible thoughts raced through her mind as she watched from her corner in the cell. He then strode forward and placed a single package on the ground in the middle of the dankly lit room, "This should be better food than what you are used too." He then placed a flask beside the package, "This is spring water from Northern Lucerna, not poisonous if you are worried." He uncorked the flask and took a quick sip before placing it down. He then walked back to the opposite wall and sat down, leaning his back against the wall.
The elf watched him closely and waited until he went back to the other wall before she went to the food and water her provided for her. After a moment, she grabbed the bag he had provided for her and practically shoveled the food into her small mouth. Due to her trying to eat so quickly, she started coughing and immediately grabbed the flask of water and guzzled it down before dumping the rest of the water over her reopened cut. When the water met the wound she let out a small hiss of pain, but decided that the pain was worth getting as much dirt out of the scrape as possible.
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