Thread: M a r k e d (Domovoi + MRAZ)

The room was simple as bare as the one she should have had before, with grey walls surrounding her, a strange light falling near where she was lying, and three dark bulks, too blurry to really make out what they were. After a few seconds the girl would notice that there was a window on the far left of the room, from which the light was coming, and, on the other side, there was a very sturdy looking wooden door which was one of the dark bulks. One down, two to go, the other was near the window, and it looked tall, resistant and rectangular, for a moment everything as confusing but, then, the secret was revealed to the girl, the shape was only a wardrobe, a big looking one, functional and not really fancy in style, but it would last quite a log. Near it, the last mysterious shape moved lightly, there was something smaller there, something alive. Another movement and she was able to see the light reflected on someones green gaze as they leaned on the what the hell was that? It was soft looking, short-ish a couch, or so it seemed. And, sitting on it, was a man of green gaze, dressed in a light blue shirt with the last two buttons opened and a loose tie around his neck. His skin was slightly tanned and his hair was chocolate brown. He stood up suddenly and advanced onto the girls bed before looking her up and down, a light frown decorating his features, without asking for permission or acknowledgement, he put his hand over her forehead and nodded to himself in satisfaction. You dont have a fever anymore, so the burn should be healing well. He informed, as if he was talking to himself. Im your new owner, names Cedric Byron. The brunette man said while pointing at his chest in an uninterested manner. Youve been out for a couple of days meanwhile we have been treating your mark. The man who had introduced himself as Cedric said, now walking to the couch again and grabbing what looked like a vest and tossing it over his shoulder in a casual manner. Its your first mark, and most likely the only one youll have. Its not healed yet but soon youll learn that itll stay as a permanent reminder of your new place in life. Cedric mentioned before leaning back to the wall. You will address me as master, or sir from now on, and, seeing how extremely loving your family was towards you, I guess that you should have no qualms in leaving your old name behind. The man shrugged, even if the girl had said troubles with that notion, well, tough luck, most names that the common folk gave to their whelps were unfit of the Arena, because, really, who would bet to a warrior named Mary? From now on your name shall be NC7, if you dont like it then you will have to fight, to win in order to earn yourself another name. If you have all the information you need, then get up, well be giving a walk around the grounds, so you know where youll be training and to whom youll report. He looked down at her and waited for the nineteen years old girl to get up. Rough awakening, rough beginnings, he was well aware of that, but he wanted to see just how much this one would last before wasting his time in any kind of care that was out of the strictly necessary. ---- The tug made the white haired girl give out a light growl but also made her try to keep with her new owner right away, not wanting to try to resist only to make a fool out of herself by face faceplanting in a very much idiotic way. By then she was already used to wear collars like that one, her old owner, doctor Tolbert, had had a thing for being the only one to brand his pets. He never got to brand the last batch though, in between being busy and sick he had ordered them collared instead. It had been the fear of how things were out their masters manor and the fear of death that had kept all of doctor Toberts pets inside his lands. They trained, they fought albeit rarely, they honed their skills, but the doctor did not get better, no matter how he promised he would. And when he fell, his lands shattered, the government took a great part of them, along with his pets and possessions. They separated them, took their collars off and gave them other ones, and, for weeks, Kei, as was this girls name, had been waiting in her cage, for another master to come. She was not sure of the time or date anymore, it could be either dawn or dusk, the only thing that the blue eyed girl knew was her age, as it had been a few days after her eighteen birthday when her master finally rested from this life. Im Kei, maam. The girl replied lightly, still growling a bit at times, not in aggression but more like in surprise. Kei was her name, or so she remembered, someone had once told her that it was her name, but she was not sure of how it was even written, maybe it was Kay, or Kai, or Kei, or Key, it really didnt matter, she knew it was her name and now she hoped it would still be her name by the time the sun rose again. Oh, right, she had to keep talking. This was strange owners rarely wanted their pets to talk that much Im a lightning user, maam. She assured while gulping, what else should she say? Ever since I was smaller, when I showed my powers I began to train. And that had been the reason why her hair was like it was. Once when training under the rain, she had tried too hard, been too stupid, and the result it had felt like being made into soup inside her own skin First there had been a blinding flash of light, then the hit, the sensation of flying while she was being thrown back, and the fall it had hurt and then it had been over. Kei had been unable to move, and, when she woke up, a long time had passed by, and her hair was graying, later to whiten which she would always refute by saying it was still gray. The pet focused on walking then, unsure what else the woman wanted to know from her, perhaps she should save her energy? After all she knew what was coming.