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Thread: The Path to Decay

She hissed at him from inside the cage and watched him step into his pristine carriage, soon tugging her along with it. As they pulled her through the town, she bashed her face against the metal and pulled on the bars, bending them as much as she could before they could get her to his home. Smashing her face again, pulling again, she finally tore them open just enough that she would be able to slip out- but she was wearing that damn thing that kept her neck and wrists close together. Pulling on them as the man stepped out of his carriage, she became frantic and pulled harder, gasping for breath as she forgot to breath in her attempts to escape. But when she saw the cage open up, she lunged out of it and attempted to run away, screaming angrily as she fell back onto the ground when his men pulled on the chains attached to her restraints. She screamed again, pulling on the chains as she got up to her feet, but she slipped and fell onto her side, panting while glaring up at them. She squinted as the sun shone in her eyes and she got on all fours, beginning to crawl. She ran at one of the men and felt her body stop in mid air. They had shortened her leashes, thus making it easier for them to move her without giving her too much space to move around. She snarled at them and kicked her legs, her toes scraping across the pavement as she gasped for air between snarls. Her anger literally drowned her, purging into her lungs like a torrent of water and spilling back out as she cried out at them, telling them her rage. !! She yelled at them as they brought her down to the basement and carefully chained her to the ceiling and floor. They were smart to tighten her restraints, leaving her nearly no room for movement. Eve snapped at one of the men as he drew away from her foot and tugged on everything she could, grunting and snarling through clenched teeth at every one and thing in the room.
Thread: The Path to Decay

With a tub and drain placed successfully underneath Eve's feet and hot water and soap to work with, Rubo prepared himself to remove the dirt, blood, and other various substances that covered her body. He worked carefully around her, making sure to avoid her limbs and face. About halfway through, he stopped, fed-up with her constant fidgeting and snapping. Rubo stood in front of her and said sternly, , . Each shackle had an adjustable knob at the top so that the user may tighten or loosen as desired. Rubo kept his promise after the first movement Eve decided to test, he went around to each shackle, carefully turning each knob one quarter turn. When he had determined that Eve was sufficiently calm, he continued scrubbing her off. The poor girl, he thought, she hasn't had any opportunity to cleanse herself in at least 4 months, if not longer. Rubo now began to see Eve's true skin color through the clodded dirt and blood. She also had sustained multiple minor scrapes and scratches, from which, he figured, the blood originated. He worked diligently, though, attempting to completely remove the build-up he figured she must feel at least 3 pounds lighter now. Rubo stared at Eve now, admiring her true body it seemed to almost not fit her personality and ferocity. He thought that the dirt and matted hair added to the intimidation, but she seemed civilized now. Well, at least from her appearance, he thought. I wonder if the tailor has yet readied her clothes... Rubo then left her alone to dry, suspended from the ground above a tub full of murky, bloody water, clogged from the knots of hair he had pulled out.
Thread: The Path to Decay

When he came to her face and warned her that he would tighten the chains should she move, she spit in his face and snarled, her muscles tensing as he moved his hands over her body. She didn't appreciate appearing nude before someone, especially as he cleansed her. If he got too close to her more private areas, she would jerk in the chains and yell profanities at him. As he soon finished cleaning her, removing blood stains which-for the most part-weren't hers, she glared down at him, snarling as her muscles remained tense. She was starting to feel insanely uncomfortable, writhing in the chains from a pain whose original was not easily deciphered. Groaning angrily, she snarled down at him through clenched teeth, . Her nostrils flared as she stared him down, hatred beaming at him from her blue eyes. Her pale skin, clean for the first time since her capture, was soft and smooth. Her hair shined luxuriously from the small amount of light filtering in, the black looking even darker when clean. She pulled on the chains, another growl boiling in her chest.
Thread: The Path to Decay

To Rubo's relief, Eve was still in her place when he returned with the tailor's workings . When he saw her reaction to the dress, he asked of her, ? Rubo hung the dress up on one of the rafters in front of Eve so that she may admire it while he went to retrieve the key to her shackles. He heard her grunts of discontent and laughed. My, my. She is turning out to be better than I had originally expected. He returned a few moments later, dangling a keyring from his left hand, twirling it teasingly in front of her, enjoying her growls and contortions. He now said purposefully in English, If you're good, I'll let you put the dress on without the shackles. If not, you will sit uncomfortably with them on, but elegantly with the dress. His voice was serious, and his face told the truth brows furrowed and eyes open just enough to see her torso without being improper. Unbeknowanced to Eve, Rubo had silently placed 3 heavily armed guards outside the cellar door in-case of mishap. His hand tightened around the key used to unlock the shackles from the base of the floor and ceiling, and his other hand tightened slightly around the whip on his belt. He fingered the leather, feeling the folds within the beautifully crafted control item and slowly untying it from his belt loop. He began to turn the key slightly to the right and left in mock fumbling of the key in the lock, just to see her reaction.
Thread: The Path to Decay

She glared over at him as he threatened to leave her nude, snarling and tensing as her back began to hurt. The dress was hideous, but it was black. She liked black. However, when he began to tease her about letting her out, she screamed her frustration, rolling her shoulders back from pain before she screamed viciously, tearing down one of the lines of chains. Her left arm was free but she did not make any efforts to remove the rest of the chains. ! ! She screamed at him again, but this time through clenched teeth as she pulled on the shackles that held onto her feet. Eve writhed again, tugging with her one chained hand at the ceiling. ! She glared over at him, ready to tear out his throat if he didn't hurry up.
Thread: The Path to Decay

He could see her pain, especially after she exerted her strength towards breaking one of the chains. Her body now lay limp, still suspended in the air by the chain on her other arm. He removed this chain first, having to catch her as she fell. Rubo lay her out on the cold stone floor, moving quickly to remove the last two shackle and chain sets from her ankles. As he took the dress from its hanger and began to slip it on to Eve for her, he began to wonder where her power originated. She was not a muscular woman it seemed as if her power was stored a reservoir she could occasionally tap into for extra energy and raw power. Eve exhausted quickly, though- her power was short lived if she continuously went from rage to a seemingly unconcious state. Rubo noticed her breathing slowed as she entered this state her body was in a state of reparation after a continuous battery. ? he asked. It seemed a bit tight in some areas, but this was ultimately her decision. He still held on tight to his leather whip, although his suspicion was that she needed to rest a bit before another rampage could take place.
Thread: The Path to Decay

She panted for breath as he dressed her, writhing as her bones crackled and she sat up, touching her arms and rubbing the muscles as they untensed. She glared over at him and looked at the dress. Her upper lip lifted as she aggressively touched through the layers of the dress. . Eve shoved him away with her foot and crawled backwards away from him, stopping when she felt the wall touch her back. She tugged where it was too tight on her, feeling trapped in the garment. . . She grunted over at him after lifting her knees to her chest and glared over at him, never moving her eyes. He was right to think she was weak at the moment, building back up again as the pain began to fade. Her toes curled against the balls of her feet, little nails digging into her skin. . She sneered, growling as she told him exactly what she thought and felt.
Thread: The Path to Decay

Alright, alright, he submitted to her request, . He began to head for the door, but on his way out, he barked . He made his way towards the tailor's office again, this time ordering a pair of women's trousers and a shirt he knew would be too big for her. He knew that Eve disliked the tightness of the gown, so another tight article of clothing would definitely be cause for her to explode into another fit of rage. Rubo paid for the garments and quickly retreated back to the cellar in his castle. He opened the door and locked it behind him this time, whereas he had been leaving the door open before. I have your new clothes, but you must return the dress first, he shouted from behind the corner of the wall that blocked the view into the main part of the room. He waited with one arm extended past the corner of the wall to accept the returned gown. The other arm extended past the wall, holding onto her newer clothing. He ignored her groans as she tried to remove the tight gown from her body. ?
Thread: The Path to Decay

After he left, she fidgeted with the dress, growling like an animal as she tore at the back to loosen the binds. When he came back, she was already halfway undressed, though she still struggled with the materials. Finally, she got it off of her curvy body and threw it over to him, the gown dropping into a pile near his feet, . She watched as his obliged, crawling over to the pieces of clothing and picking them up. She studied the fabric and felt much better about them, being more likely to stretch on her legs and not stuffy in the least on her torso. Eve dressed herself quickly, using the wire from the back of the dress she had been wearing to tie down the shirt loosely around the waist. It made it look nicer on her, especially with her figure, and it made her feel more covered up. Without the wire, she worried the shirt would just fly right off of her. Biting off the excess, she used it to tie the sleeves to her wrists, keeping the sleeves in place no matter what kind of physical excursion she may go through. Standing up, she wiggled her toes on the cold floor and looked down at the chains. She did not pick it up, though she wanted to. She looked back at the wall he stood behind and waited for him to make a move .
Thread: The Path to Decay

Listening for the rustling of clothes to stop, Rubo waited for her to make herself decent with the new set of clothes he had given her. Once he thought Eve had finally dressed herself, he came out from behind the corner to take a look. , , he said with a nod and a smile. , . Rubo was satisfied with the way she looked now. He wondered if she preferred her hair pulled back or let loose on her shoulders. In Rubo's eyes, Eve was beautiful now she looked to be civilized at this point in time. Don't get too mushy, Rubo, he reminded himself. She's still vicious, and she's still your slave. Having now an air of confidence around him, Rubo walked towards her. He walked around her, examining and scrutinizing her build, her muscle composition, her power. She seemed average though now, with the intimidating blood and dirt clods removed from her pale white skin and actual clothes to cover up her body. ? He was behind her now, examining her calves and thighs, taking a closer look at her muscle definition to determine whether or not it was actually her body that contained the sudden power. He strolled around to face her again, this time beckoning her to come with him. He turned on his heels and slowly aimed for the door, making sure to be aware of her reactions.
Thread: The Path to Decay

WTH! I posted to this forever ago! D For whatever reason, it didn't go through. I'm sorry but it is going to be super short . Her body's build was very feminine- curves in all of the right places but no excess fat. Her muscle was lean, very nice, but it did not show any signs of being the source of her enormous strength. She watched him walk away and soon followed, every cell in her body on edge as she awaited any attack that might come her way.
Thread: The Path to Decay

No problems. I'll go from there then Rubo signed to his guards to stand down, and they stood at attention as he opened the door to the outside. The day was still young, a cool summer breeze wisked over the abnormally warm ground, hot from exposure to more than normal sunlight in the day already. Rubo stretched and yawned, happy to be outside and enjoying the warm weather while it lasted there were only a few days in the year when it was this warm. He glanced over his shoulder. Eve was following at a distance, but still following. , he said in a smooth, deep voice, ? He slowed down his pace to accommodate a change. Rubo began to think of the possibilities of this woman she was extremely resilient, extremely strong, and bad tempered. Ah... it came to him, I know what I will do with you, Eve... They came upon his slaves' living quarters now where white marble pillars and columns supported an unimaginably high and large roof. The wooden doors extended from floor to ceiling far above their heads- the doors creaked when Rubo pushed upon them, their rusted, ungreased hinges growing old with use and age. Rubo waited for Eve to enter before closing the door behind him. .
Thread: The Path to Decay

She glared at him any time he came into her sight, but other than that she was taking in her surroundings. He was obviously loaded and he didn't seem to care too much about his slaves- but she only assumed this because she did not believe anyone who could own slaves could also care for them. Wriggling her nose with disgust as she sneered a warning at one of the guards, she followed behind Rubo. She would never call him her master and she would never treat him kindly. Eve would wait until the perfect time to take his life an make her escape. Her plan might take longer than she felt comfortable with- but she would have hers in the end. She stepped into the worn out building and stopped when she heard him shut the doors. The woman turned around to face him, her feet braced on the floor as she readied herself for anything he might throw at her.
Thread: Two Nations' War

As dawn opens her curtains, morning light illuminates the scarred terrain of a once beautiful meadow. Once full of wonderfully happy animals, the meadow now holds captive thousands of decaying corpses wrought in awful positions- a testament to the battle they had fought just a few hours previous. Sventhor Rorkovic, standing tall and muscles bulging from his summertime amor, admires his army's works as he strolls among the dead, looking for any signs of life or will to live. After almost two passes through the meadow's inclosure, Rorkovic decides to leave the rest to his men and head back home where he was most needed. However, a spot gleams in the distance, and upon closer inspection, Rorkovic easily recognizes the glimmer to be a temporary truce signal given off by the blade of his father's nemisis. Savages... he says under his breath, If only I had brought my blade... But something besides the glimmer catches his attention. As the commander from the nemisis nation sheathes his sword, Rorkovic notices an additional horse in the caravan. He quickly snatches up one of his field commander's scope and looks down the sights A woman rides with them today, Rorkovic explains. Who is it and what are the circumstances? he thinks to himself upon returning the scope to the frazzled field commander. As allies at this point in time, it was the obligation of the two presiding officers or nobility to step forward in terms to negotiate the temporary treaty and its current effects. Rorkovic slowly mounted his warhorse and rode towards the incoming king of his father's nemisis nation. He had in mind that the truce only covered this meadow for purposes of locating soldiers. However, he hadn't noticed that the woman rode up silently behind the nemisis king.
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Sitting on a pure white Arabian stallion, she gripped the reins of her horse and blinked as it moved closer to her fathers' horse. She swallowed as the scent of death reached her nose. The white cloak that covered her up glistened in the sunlight, representing a beacon of hope to the rest of the army despite the death of the first wave. Her father, the king, raised his sword to signal the truce. He growled to himself as his adviser rode up next him, My Lord... are you certain about this? The kind nodded and looked over at his daughter, Yes, I am. He knew his daughter held great power and, if he willed her to, she could kill the man who had decimated the first wave of his army. come! He sheathed his sword and forced his steed forward, trotting forward with the arabian trailing close behind him. His adviser followed next to her, looking over to make sure she was ok riding despite her condition. The trio came to a slow stop, the woman not very noticeable until her horse pulled out next to the king. It stayed a bit behind him but it was still out in the open, it's rider staring blankly ahead. Her eyes were dull in color, glazed over from her blindness. The king glared over at his adversary, Rorokvic, His hands tightened on the reins, his visible knuckles turning white from the pressure. He wanted to decapitate the boy at this moment, but he could not. Not yet.
Thread: Two Nations' War

To whom... or what... do I owe the pleasure? Rorkovic asked in a sardonic tone. He could already tell that establishing a clear treaty would not be easy between the two of them, and quite frankly, he felt that the king had no reason to be here. But this was all before he saw the young lady pull up beside the king. Sitting on her purest white stallion, her purest white cloak pulled around her shoulders and draped over her arms, this new woman at least in Rorkovic's perspective definitely attracted his attention. It was not the white that caused Rorkovic to stiffen to suddenly, though. Instead, it was the beauty that he had never seen before that caused Rorkovic's sudden withdrawl of breath and clenching of muscles. He thought he had caught her eyes, but her attention was pulled beyond him he felt chilled as her eyes slowly swooped over his body and back again. Rorkovic couldn't quite place the feeling, but he knew she was special. Before you call your terms, king, I demand that you inform me of your counsel that you've brought with you, he barked at the king. This blatant disrespect towards the king was an effective tactic by which to throw the king off of his cool and catch the king with his foot in his mouth. Rorkovic felt the chill as he tried to gaze upon the woman again, his eyes drawn to hers. Her posture indicated a strong will and courage, but her distant stares and seemingly distraught body movements could be interpretted as preoccupation of a malevolent thought or idea. Rorkovic now knew she was to do something with the king's treaty, but he still could not place his tongue on it.
Thread: Two Nations' War

His nostrils flared as Rorkovic made demand's just as he arrived. I, King Malki Lemuel the First have brought my adviser, He motioned over to the lanky, bald-headed man on the horse to his his right. and The Oracle, he looked over to the woman on his left, his eyes lingering as his features draw longer on his face. He did not want to claim her as his daughter, not infront of this ingrate. It would just be more of a reason to attack her on the spot. We have... come, He was struggling with his words- struggling with recognizing his defeat. However, he did not want to walk away with his tail between his legs, To discuss a truce. His adviser took out a few pieces of parchment, unrolling one of them and sticking his quill into a small bottle of ink. He readied the quill pen and looked up, waiting for someone to speak. Blinking slowly, her visible world a haze of energy and whispers, she could feel him... looking at her. Her eyes moved from where she was looking, some distant thing, and turned them until she felt his. She did not blink as she stared at him, the hazy color a faint blue painted over white. Her horse huffed and moved its weight onto the other hoof and her eyes blinked.
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An Oracle...? You've got to be kidding me. Rorkovic thought as he pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers in nervousness. Realizing the assumed powers of an Oracle, he quickly averted his eyes from her and stopped all thinking whatsoever. He had been caught with his guard down about the Oracle. He wanted to imagine what she was like, who she really was, but he promptly pushed those thoughts away as quickly as possible. It took him a while to become used to this fashion of control, especially when trying to decide upon the ramifications of the truce. He seemed distant and preoccupied. ...Erm...What exactly did you have in mind, King Lemuel? But Rorkovic paid no attention to the king's offerings of peacetime his attention was once again solely upon the Oracle and her reactions to what he thought and said. He let go of holding in his thoughts- he wanted to know what she thought of them, and as her face revealed all of her opinions, Rorkovic could, to a degree, figure out who she was. He started to now ask questions Do you have relation to the king? he thought clearly enough so that she couldn't miss the question. He even now brought his eyes over to hers to let her know he was talking to her. He had become so caught up in the Oracle's reactions that he had missed about a fourth of the conversation he and the king were supposed to be having. To be quite honest with himself, he was enthralled. Rorkovic no longer cared what the king said he was mystified by her control of mind and abilities as an Oracle. However, once the draft of the treaty had been written, Rorkovic made sure he read over it at least twice to check for loopholes. To his surprise, however, the treaty was completely two sided. Wow, he really means business this time... Rorkovic's stressed muscled relaxed with this seemingly flawless solution to the battle. While still exhausted from countless nights without sleep and in command of a large army, Rorkovic was still able to sign off on the truce, when he suddenly noticed a tiny clause at the bottom of the page. While signing, he strained and squinted his eyes to fully read the clause. And I must do what now...? He said, pointing to the almost invisible clause.