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Thread: His  Daughter the Slave [Edward Thatch  Karo]

I might regret trying to reply when slightly intoxicated, so I apologize if my writing is subpar lol I don't want to live in a cage. Be it metal bars, or the confines of this room, she replied quietly, her voice solid and even. If there was anything she was certain on, it was this, that she could not spend the next decade locked in this tiny room in the inn. She was certain she'd go crazy, like a horse tethered to a fence for too long. Even if she knew she'd never be truly free, that she'd have rules to abide by, she couldn't bear losing the freedom to at least walk the streets, even if she had to remain under her father's supervision. They would do what they had to. Though, it seemed that convincing her father that they would, at least for the time, need to abide by this country's laws, would be a harder task than she thought. To him, the collar was perhaps a reminder of what he couldn't protect, where his failings lay as his only daughter had been taken and branded a slave. To her, though...it was only a strip of leather, and as long as her father was the only one holding the other end of it, she knew she would be in secure hands. He'd never so much as hurt her, it had always pained him to even give her a well-deserved lashing with his belt when she had been an unruly child. He'd never abuse the complete power he suddenly had over her. Sleep came easier than she had expected. Her body was exhausted, her mind begged for the dull abyss that sleep granted. It felt like she had only been out for mere minutes when she found herself woken by the first glimmer of sunlight through the small window in their room. Her eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she noticed was the familiar weight of the blanket over her shoulders, followed quickly by her father's form, sitting watch from across the room. Had he stayed up all night? He couldn't have, he must have just woken earlier than she had. She stretched as she sat up, one hand keeping the blanket clutched to her chest, keeping her bare body from view of her father. She tried to shake the memory of the looks she had caught him giving her, but...something pulled deep in the bit of her stomach as he watched her. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but she was very aware now that he saw her as a woman. Not that she thought he'd ever act on it, especially in a way that would hurt her. But who knew what situations fate would force them in. She watched him for a moment as she rubbed her eyes, and brushed her fingers through the tangles that had formed in her hair while she slept. Is there water in here? I'm rather thirsty... she said after a few moments of silence.
Thread: His  Daughter the Slave [Edward Thatch  Karo]

Eva bit her lip as she watched her father, as she took the glass from him, and drank down the refreshing liquid. The night's rest had helped her recharge and to regain her strength. She had slept well for the first time since her capture. Under her father's watch, despite the lingering feeling of him seeing her as a woman, as more than just his daughter, she knew she was safe. At least, she was as safe as he could possibly keep her. They still had this region's laws and god to answer to. A servant brought up a meal for the two of them, warm bread and fresh milk, as well as some of the meat left from the previous night's dinner. It wasn't lavish, but it was filling and welcome after a long night's rest. Eva managed to keep her manners about her this time, no longer starved as she had been at the time of her rescue. She remained seated on the bed, though she had let the blanket drop as she ate, still unclothed as she had nothing to wear. When will we be leaving here? she asked as she finished her morning meal, looking over to her father for an answer. She was still anxious to get home. Even if they had to abide by the laws here, she was willing to walk leashed if she must, to be chained or even marched naked through the streets if it meant they would be closer to returning to their home. Her father, though, seemed hesitant to even step foot outside of this small room. I know...you have some hesitations... she started as she stood, again picking up the collar from where she had left it the previous night. She felt the weight of the heavy leather in her hands, ran her fingers over the rough edges and metal buckle. It would not be a pleasant accessory to wear, but if she must... She bit her lip, then slowly, buckled the band back around her neck, partially so her father could be free of the guilt of being the one to do it. If it would help him and, in doing so, coax him to the road home, she'd wear it as long as she needed to.
Thread: His  Daughter the Slave [Edward Thatch  Karo]

Eva felt her chest tighten the longer she listened to her father speak. All her life, he had been a boulder, never faltering, never showing weakness. He couldn't. Not in his position, not as a man with lands, and enemies, and everything that came with it. To see him on the verge of tears, spilling his heart to her, was to see a man she had never met before. His words dug deep, acknowledging what she had been trying to hard to avoid. He had looked at her in a way no father should, as more than just his daughter, but as a woman. She found herself avoiding his eye again as he turned back to face her, the silence between them stifling as they were forced to recognize what had happened the night before, how something so simple as a wayward gaze had hammered a wedge between them. She glanced over to the chest he mentioned, eager for the familiarity of her own clothes, something from home, more than the rags they had given her at the slave market. She turned to move over, but felt his hand against hers, pulling her attention back to her father. He knelt in front of her, dagger to his heart, putting himself to her mercy. She felt the weight of the knife in her hand as he released it. His life was in her hands, and, if she so desired, she could end him right there. After a shocked pause, the dagger clattered to the ground. She could never bring herself to even think about doing such a thing. Seeing her father in tears, brought to his knees, instilled a new determination in her. They would get home, and they would not ever let their tormentors get the better of them. Without an ounce of hesitation, she dropped to her knees in front of her father, and nudged her way into his arms, under the crook of his elbow like she would as a child, when storms battered at their walls, or when scurrying rodents would keep her awake through the night. While not forgotten, his iniquity was, at least for the most part, forgiven. She said nothing, no words could really speak the way her actions did, as she nestled herself close to her father, wanting nothing more than to feel the comfort of his embrace.
Thread: His  Daughter the Slave [Edward Thatch  Karo]

He watched the gambit of emotion run across his daughter's face, from horror to shock to revulsion and finally to resignation. He heard the blade clatter to the floor beside him. He felt his daughter's weight laid against his chest and his arms automatically enclosed her. His head fell to her shoulder and his nostrils were filled with the scent of her. A sob escaped his throat as his heart began to race and his blood began to heat. Baby girl, it was just a stray thought, a random idea. I swear to you I would never do anything to you that would be hurtful or harmful to you. I certainly would never do anything to you without your leave. It was only when the last sentence was out of his mouth that the import of what it meant, what it implied struck him. He loved his daughter. Was it possible he was falling in love with her? Or was it the extreme conditions and circumstances of their situation? It was only going to get worse. Thirteen years locked alone together with only each other as one anothers most intimate and close company? They, neither of them could ever ask another person to tolerate such an arrangement. Besides she could never marry till she was free. He had rejected other women's love because he wanted to focus all his love and attention on being a good father to his little Eva. Now she would never know the feel of a man's love because he failed to protect her when she needed him most. Was it fair she never know a man's love? Was it fair he never take another woman for his love of her. She was the whole of him. She was all his world and the best parts of him. He would do anything for her and refrain from anything for her. If these thoughts and feeling kept coming and they would only ever be allowed to have each other for the coming years, why consider them wrong? He could not fully embrace the idea, not yet. However he had to have some idea of how things stood with her, truly. Was there even a chance she may grow as lonely and needful as he knew he would or would she always feel repulsed by his errant thought? Would she ever be able to come to terms with such an idea as the best solution to a terrible situation? He did love her, desperately and knew now that he could all too easily fall in love with her. Was there even the slightest spark of the chance of that in her? Might they make this torturous sentence less a torment of loneliness and aloneness? He had no illusions that there WILL be spies in his Home to ensure they lived by the tenets of the agreement or war would ensue. He whispered in her ear with all the feeling and tenderness in his heart, I love you Eva. You and you alone are my heart and soul, my life and my all. Tentatively the tried to kiss her on the lips. A chaste fatherly kiss, but with just a hint of fire in it. Enough of a hint that if felt it could be returned but so little that she could be forgiven for thinking it was all imagination. If he had to be inflicted with these thoughts, he could right here and right now prove or disprove how real any possibility of them were.
Thread: Gore, Vore, Snuff and Such

I'm having a rough week, still in the mood for some violence. to anyone I have open RPs out with right now, I'll get back to them ASAP, I've just got a few specific cravings to take care of rn
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Amaranthae Qinsys had been going through a rather slow, and boring, day. She probably would have gone home a few hours ago if it weren't for the fact that she was waiting for that delivery. She was a bit familiar with Draavek, if only because he'd made deliveries more than a few times before, and she always looked forward to seeing him. She admitted there was an attraction toward him, at least on her part. She'd seen him in both of his forms, human when he was in the city, wolf when they were outside of the city looking for various items that could only be found around there, or was easier. He was good for the protection, but also for the conversation. But she had no idea if he was interested, after all.. she wasn't 'fera. But at that moment, she was growing a bit worried. With Daavrek having made deliveries before, she knew he was never late. Not without good reason anyway. So it was with confusion, and a growing concern when she saw these others come in with the very items that Daavrek was to bring. She gave them a sweet smile as they came toward her, How can I help you? She asked, hoping she was wrong about what they were carrying.
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Grumpsh was actually quite proud of himself as he disembarked after his men, the satchel that the pneumafera had been carrying tucked safely under his arm. The men had taken off, though the ones with the captured 'fera did not get too far out of sight. Grumpsh wanted to be there when they sold him, sure to fetch a pretty coin for the wolf. The sign of the apothecary caught the eyes of the half-orc, a lotus blossom, and he headed that way. The half-elf tending the small stand greeted him and the half-orc smiled - a strange sort of look with his tusks. G'day lass. I foun' sumpthin' 'ere that I think ye might be int'rested in. he said, and opened the satchel to reveal the package wraped in wax paper, and he set that small bundle on the counter. It would be familiar to Ama, the package one that had been delivered several times before, but always by Draavek. Not that this was the exact same package, but it was similar enough. 'Ow much ya give me f'r it? Grumpsh asked. He'd gotten it for free, so anything at all was a nice little profit. Running into that 'fera was going to be a windfall.
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Amaranthae kept the smile on her face as the half-orc spoke. She felt it almost fade when she saw what he pulled out. She recognized it as Draavek's work. She knew at that moment that something happened. But what? Certainly looks like something I'd be interested in, she commented, Where did you obtain it? She then asked. At this point, she could only hope that Draavek was all right, but was also expecting to find him dead somewhere. She was also hoping to be able to discern an answer from the half-orc before her. Whom was attempting to pass Draavek's packaged items as his own and sell it. Thief. She was already getting the coin ready to pay for the package, planning on following him, if only because hoped she'd see what had become of someone she considered a friend.
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The half-orc lifted one heavy brow. What'sit matt'r where I got it? I got it an' ye c'n buy it or I c'n take it sumwhere else. he growled, knowing he could fetch a pretty price for it about anywhere. I'll e'en cut th'price in 'alf f'r an hour or two wit' ye. Whatcha say girl? Grumpsh said, his eyes moving lecherously over her form. He licked his lips, and his dark eyes met her own. The half-orc seemed to be serious. Still, he seemed to sense that she was waiting for something and he finally answered her question. Found a wildlin', out in the forest. 'E was dyin' an' said t'take this package. That's all. Wildling. A word used to describe the pneumafera, but often considered an insult. LIke they were not civilized. Coming from a half-orc it was a bit laughable. It could be true, but even the way the half-orc dressed screamed that he was a thief, a pirate, a cutthroat. From across the way Draavek watched the exchange. Wanting to call out to Ama, but knowing that to do so would end at least one of their lives.
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It doesn't, I'm just curious, she replied. Then Amaranthae lifted a single eyebrow, her blue eyes turned into ice as the half-orc continued to speak, first with the proposition as if she would!, then with what he was saying about Draavek. No.. no, no, no.. It isn't true.. I just know it isn't! She thought to herself. She gave the half-orc the full asking price for the packages, I thank you for the delivery, good sir, she told him simply. Then she waited for him to leave as she started marking the inventory and putting it away. It was when she thought he wouldn't be turning to come back that she watched where he went, and realized, with great relief, that Draavek was there. Shackled and in human form, but he was there, and alive. She barely saw him, but it was enough for her to identify him. She knew where he was going to be taken now, it was the only place a captive 'fera would be taken. Still, she wasn't entirely certain and she certainly was not willing to bet everything on Draavek's life. So it was with that in mind that she was stayed put for a few moments, watching them from the corner of her eyes to see when they left and what direction they went. When she was sure they were far enough ahead of her, she would quickly grab a few items, her hooded jacket included, and left to follow them after informing the other person in the apothecary that she was leaving for the day.
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The leering grin of the half-orc spoke just as much as his words, and he gladly took the coin she'd counted out. Ama soon followed and just as she exited the small shop a friend of hers practically ran into her. Esme was an old friend, and a bit of an odd one at times. She was shorter than Ama, standing at about five-foot-five and her hair was cut and shaved, colored and her skin was appointed with tattoos. Where Ama appeared soft and obviously feminine, except fr her breasts, which were quite nice, Esme's physique was toned and muscular - evidence of her time spent meditating and honing her art. She was a fighter, there was no doubt about it, and she fought with fists and feet, elbows and knees. She was no beauty, at least not by the classical standard, but it seemed she was never hurting for suitors, or at least those tat wanted to warm her bed. Esme was rather particular though, and conversation between her and Ama had often turned to Draavek. So when she bumped into Ama just outside the shop she was already smiling. Greetings this fine day Ama! Did your stud make his delivery yet? she asked, obviously teasing but referring to the pneumafera.
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She was relieved to see Esme, even if she had been startled when getting bumped into by her friend. Amaranthae grasped her friend's shoulders, her expression intensely worried and determined, He's in trouble, Esme, Draavek's in trouble, she said, a Half-Orc came in with the items that Draavek was supposed to deliver today. Just a few moments ago, I saw Draavek, in his human form, shackled and following along the Half-Orc and his men, she explained rapidly as she started moving towards where she'd last seen Draavek, I need to keep up with them... can you help? She asked the last bit quite suddenly as she looked at her friend for a moment before letting her eyes go back to the end of the street, long legs still taking her in the direction she wanted, or needed, to go. It seemed it was paramount for Ama to go after Draavek. She was sure Esme knew why. After all, Ama sometimes grew flustered when she and Esme were speaking of Draavek in a particular way, not to mention various other, and more subtle, signs that indicated Ama's feelings for Draavek.
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The shorter female, quite human, had her eyes go wide as Ama gave her the news. Help you rescue your man? Of course I'll help. I'll take to the roofs and direct you if you lose sight of them. Esme said, her eyes now full of excitement. With a leap the female monk was on the nearest rooftop, easily having spotted the half-orc and his men. It wasn't like they stuck out or anything. Esme was a believer in love, and even if what Ama and Draavek shared wasn't love, there were feelings there and Ama was her friend. Besides,maybe Draavek had a good looking buddy! The monk leapt from rooftop to rooftop, keeping track of the small knot of males as they moved through the narrow streets and headed toward what was referred to as Old Town. From her higher perch the small muscular woman helped direct Ama along the right path. ---------- Draavek knew that Ama was safe at least and part of him was proud to know she was following. There was no way to deny that instinct he had, but he hoped she new what she was doing. The smaller form on the roofs had not been noticed by his captors, and he made no indication that anything was wrong. He knew that he'd have to be patient. Soon they had crossed that unseen boundary into Old Town, and the subtle change to their surroundings was not immediately recognized, though one could see that the buildings were a little less taken care of, some in disrepair, the salty sea air peeling paint from the wood. Grumpsh seemed to know just where they were going, and eventually they entered a tavern named The Rusty Blade . The place was a little run-down, but a few coins and whispered words got them further into the structure where they soon met with a certain man. He was known in Reyksalar, and in several other cities as well. A slaver by the name of Hjal . A man who dealt in flesh, both young and old, from pleasure slaves to gladiators. It has been a long time Grumpsh, but I see that the years are treating you well. A little bird told me that you have brought me a fighter. A pneumafera no less. Can this be true? Hjal asked, looking at the shackled form of Draavek. It be true. We foun' th'pup an' manag'd t'g't 'im 'ere. I n't be recommendin' takin' dem chain off til ye g't 'im sumplace secure. Grumpsh said, knowing that the ferocity of the beast would be let loose. Oh, I prepare for such things. Hjal said, and snapped his fingers. A half dozen men with crossbows stepped from the alcoves, weapons leveled at the bound 'fera. I cannot be to careful, and I need to know that you brought me the genuine article. Hjal explained. Grumpsh spread his hands in a gesture of understanding, and turned to his men and gave a nod. One moved forward, the key in his hand undoing the bindings on Draavek. ---------- From her vantage point on the roof, Esme was able to follow them until they entered the Rusty Blade, and from there she hopped down into one of the alleys and came around to meet Ama. They have him inside, but I lost track of just where they went. she explained to Ama quickly.
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Amaranthae didn't comment on Esme calling Draavek her man. She couldn't actually consider him as such. Even if she did just a little bit. A tiny bit. She gave her friend a quick nod though, when she said that she would take to the rooftops. That was definitely good. She could probably end up almost on top of those men without them knowing about it.. unless they looked up of course. Still, all that was on Ama's mind was getting Draavek away from that group, and she knew she was going to have to be smart about it. She just wasn't sure what to do yet. Even after Esme came down and told Ama that they were inside, she let out a puff of air that she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Alright.. aside from just barging in there blindly and getting ourselves killed, what do you think we should do? She asked her friend. Her own mind was a little chaotic with ideas and plans, unable to pin one down long enough to think it through completely.
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Esme was at a loss. She was relatively certain that she could perhaps stall a couple of the pirate's men, but the half-orc himself had several orbal firearms, and Esme was sure that those would quickly put an end to most fights unless quickly dealt with. We need to get Draavek's attention somehow. Without his help in thing, then I'm not sure we can pull it off by ourselves. Esme admitted. ---------- Little did either of the females know that Draavek had already picked up on their scents, despite the heavy spiced smells coming from the kitchens. The thing was, as soon as those shackles came undone, the runed irons clattering to the floor, Draavek's true form immediately came forth. Growing to a height of nearly eight feet, the wolf pneumafera now towered over his captors, even Grumpsh. The half-orc was no fool though, and had drawn two of his pistols to level them at the wolf. No tryn' t'scape, less'n ye want t'be full o' holes. he said, his tone dangerous. Draavek snarled, the hair along his back bristling. If there was any time to establish dominance it was now, and the huge wolf leaped at the half-orc, the thunderous crack of the gun drowning out all other sounds as Grumpsh shot at the pneumafera. Outside the two females would hear the beginning of the skirmish and recognize Draavek's animalistic snarls as he fell upon his captors and sought his freedom.