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Thread: No animals were harmed. (( Fadereaper && nerdfuck ))

Her hands burned and the pungent smell of some cleaning concoction attacked her nose relentlessly as she scrubbed the floor of the kitchen. The young woman was on her hands and knees on the floor, her silent and occasional tear falling to the floor and lingering with the water already on the floor. She paused long enough to turn her dark brown eyes to the window. She longed to once again be a bird, to fly away wherever the wind took her, to be free, truly free. If she were a bird nothing could hold her back... but would she ever be a bird against, she wondered? Another tear fell down her face and the young woman reached up to wipe it away, her curly black hair being pushed out of her face with the action. Veyah was a beautiful woman, when a woman she chose to be. She was tall, mature and voluptuous. It was hard not to notice her heavy chest in the skimpy outfit her master had chosen for her, it was hard not to stare at the way the hem of her dress danced over her lovely thick thighs, grazing the thick plush of her rear end. Any man would long to seed her... but men, Veyah did not long for. The woman leaned up on her knees and found herself looking at that window yet again. She longed to be a horse, running through a field away from whatever she wished to not be near. Running, away, from him.. but would escape ever be possible now? Would she ever be a horse again? Would she ever be free? Another tear fell and she returned to cleaning the floor, like nothing more than a slave.
Thread: No animals were harmed. (( Fadereaper && nerdfuck ))

Lance Vae'alren was the man who owned this estate, as one of the royal rangers of the king's elite forces, he was granted his own estate and a vast sum of gold to his name. He was basically a lord in his own right, for being as successful as he was for the special forces of the king's armies. It was this that allowed him to get way with the wicked things he did on the side, his abusive nature outside of his work. One that was directed at a poor soul he had found deep in the woods, one he had brought home and introduced to a new life of enslavement. He didn't regret it, nor did he care about her fate and how poorly she was being treated. Lance smirked as he walked into the kitchen, he had fired all his staff save for a few to get all the work done. Primarily, he relied on this woman to do his work for him. He smirked as he watched her clean, watching her hard work at keeping it tidy. On your feet, he said demanding. When this happened, the other part of her contract as a slave was being enforced. Her work was not the worst part of her enslavement, but this part was definitely the worst part. She was a voluptuous and beautiful woman, and he didn't hesitate to exploit that to its fullest.
Thread: Here Be Dragons [ Forsaken Dreamer and Terucin ]

Tessa woke slowly, one of her eyelids just barely cracking open, followed by the other one. She no longer felt the persistent lapping of the ocean waves, though the slight rocking that accompanied them remained, albeit more subtly than it had been when she had last been conscious. Beside that, she was no longer clinging to her piece of driftwood - rather, she was lying on something vastly more comfortable, her thick dark hair splayed out across the covers beside her. She sat up with a jolt, one hand flying to her head to soothe the painful throbbing of head rush that came immediately after. A brief glance down revealed the lavish bed she had been left on, and once the dizziness following the head rush had gone, she looked back up to more closely inspect the room she had woken in. She surveyed the room carefully, grey eyes scanning across every object in sight.The cabin was certainly an improvement from the one she had spent the last two weeks in. It was at least four times the size of her own, and decorated far more richly than any room she had seen on the ship she had been traveling on. Surely Tessa had run into an extraordinary measure of luck and been picked up by some rich merchant, or possibly some charitable aristocrat from the nearby maritime country. There were, after all, precious few alternatives, each more unlikely than the last. The decorations lining the room certainly indicated, at the very least, that whoever this vessel belonged to possessed at least some significant measure of fortune. Tessa pushed the bed covers aside, the hem of her still slightly damp dress swinging softly just below her knees as she turned to peer out the windows the bed was placed against. There seemed to be no one on the balcony that could be seen through the windows, and she had no particular inclination to try the door on the other side of the room. Regardless of who had pulled her from the water, she had no doubt the person responsible would show themselves when they were ready. She began to walk after several moments, crossing the space between the bed and the wall before turning around to begin again as she paced the room, settling into a slow rhythm as she waited.
Thread: Here Be Dragons [ Forsaken Dreamer and Terucin ]

The man managed to not laugh in the girls face as she requested that he go fetch the captain for her. There was no love lost between him and the captain, as the man viewed the younger man with some contempt. After all, you could never trust those type of people. No one trusted them, and the man saw no reason to accept the captain as such. It was just another person who would soon die in the position, and probably by a lower-ranking crewmember. He attempted to give a sympathetic look to the girl, something he wasnt used to. He felt a minor pang of protectiveness towards the girl, but it didnt last long. She was just so tempting right then, when she sounded so uncertain and slightly helpless. What else was he to do except take care of her? Indeed take care of her. I be glad that you are feeling fine. It was worrying when ye were found, the man lied, trying to sound like he cared about her wellbeing. However, I be very sorry. The captain be off-board right now, and wont be returning for a little while. I am here to take care of you. On the captains orders, you see. He was betting on the girl not knowing was going on right now in her situation. She couldnt know that he wasnt supposed to be there, or that Sverdar was only a shouts distance from the ship right then. He decided that now was the best time to take his chance, while most of the crew was away, and more importantly the captain.
Thread: Here Be Dragons [ Forsaken Dreamer and Terucin ]

Tessa eyed the man warily as he continued to talk, his attempts at reassuring her failing spectacularly. She did not much like the news that the captain had left the ship, and she liked the crewman he had supposedly ordered to take care of her even less. There was something about the way he spoke and looked that felt decidedly menacing despite the words that she expected he meant to sound comforting. She would have given up very nearly anything for the familiar weight of her necklace. I need no taking care of - I should be perfectly fine here until your captain returns, she replied carefully. Alone, she added on as an afterthought. By now the girl had no illusions about exactly what he meant by taking care of. If this man was acting on the orders of the captain himself as he had said, she would be no safer out of the reach of this man than she was now. She almost would rather have been left floating in the ocean than brought back from the certainty of death only for this. As she spoke she began to shift slightly, edging slowly along the wall, all the while never taking her eyes off the man standing at the door. Perhaps if she was able to distract him with the feeble attempt at a dismissal she would be able to slip past him and out the door - maybe even take her chances in the ocean if she couldn't get her hands on at least some way of defending herself.
Thread: Here Be Dragons [ Forsaken Dreamer and Terucin ]

The man, noticing the girl's attempts to both make him leave and slip out, decided to end this little charade. He drew a long knife that he kept at his hip and pointed it at the female. What, ye not be wishing to stay? He asked with a smirk. Naw, can't have ye leaving, not yet. See, I haven't seen a young slip of a girl like you in a long time, and it's been even longer since having one thrash about between me legs. I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving so soon. The man advanced forward toward his target, now much more confident now that he had his knife in hand. Now he had control. She would do as he said, as he wished. Now I won't hurt you. Not if ye listen to me and don't try nothin' funny. No screaming or trying to run. I don't want to cut ye open, but I will if I have to. Now, why don't we make this nice between us? Sverdar growled in annoyance as he pulled a length of wood from his shoulder. He had gone back to help a few members with an expensive looking chest, and the wood that was above them had decided to fall. The other two members were unharmed, but Sverdar had been pinned against another plank of wood by his shoulder. Having since been freed, his mood had soured. His shoulder was bleeding, and his favorite shirt had been ruined. He didnt want anything else to go wrong for a while. I am so sorry about not mentioning this earlier. Normally I do a much better job of keeping track of what a person has or looks like, I promise!
Thread: Here Be Dragons [ Forsaken Dreamer and Terucin ]

Tessa flinched back at the sight of the blade, the blood draining from her face as she listened to him talk. She might have been brave enough to try to run if he hadn't had the knife. He looked slow enough so that she would have been able to slip past him if she moved fast enough, but she wouldn't take the chance of running directly into his knife instead of out onto the deck. The balcony was no better of an option. From the look and sound of him, he had been a sailor for years. He knew his way around a ship far better than she did, and bringing him out into the confined space of the balcony would have only made it easier for him to get a hold of her - and for her to fall overboard. She backed away from him as he came forward, her back hitting the wall behind her as her wide eyes scanned the room, searching fruitlessly for an escape route from her situation. Turning her attention back to him, she lifted one of her arms slightly as if it would shield her from either him or the knife in his hand. Fine. Just...put the knife down. The words were hardly audible as she pressed back into the wall, the hand resting at her side grabbing at a fistful of her dress. If she could just convince him that she would do as he asked, there was always the chance that she could persuade him to abandon his knife. Then even as close as he was now, she might have at least a better chance at escaping. No worries friend! I sometimes forget descriptions too
Thread: Here Be Dragons [ Forsaken Dreamer and Terucin ]

Tessa pressed back even harder into the wall as he moved even closer, her spine grinding against the wall almost as if she would be able to pass through the wood if she tried hard enough. She didn't even try to repress the shudder that ran through her as she felt his foul breath on her face. As unpleasant as the man had seemed when he had been across the room from her, he was twice as unpleasant now, not to mention his offending odor. Instinctively she raised her arms to try to cover at least a little of herself from sight as he looked her over, even if it was only the dress she blocked from view. She froze entirely at the man's suggestion, though something in the corner of her eye caught her attention - a movement in the direction of the door. All too eager to look away from him, she turned her gaze past the man and to the door, which he didn't seem to mind. Perhaps he took it as just another one of her attempts to search for an escape route. Her eyes landed on the person who had just slipped into the room, staring into his eyes with nothing less than raw, desperate terror. For just a moment she feared he had come to join in, but his movements suggested otherwise. Forcing herself to return her eyes to her attacker, she stared back at him silently, waiting the agonizing several moments it took for the stranger to get closer. Perhaps under different circumstances she might have found the newcomer's suggestion almost amusing. Now, however, Tessa was still frozen against the wall, her mind racing with the myriad of possibilities of what could have happened had he not come into the room at that very moment. He had something of an air of authority about him, one only the captain of the ship would have, and judging by the tone of his voice, not only had he known nothing of what her attacker had planned to do, but he wasn't pleased with it either. Once Scuttlebutt had turned to stare down the barrel of the pistol the captain held, Tessa slowly peeled herself off the wall, releasing a breath she hadn't even been aware she had been holding with an audible, shaky sigh. Now that the immediate threat had been removed and she had the space to think she could hear her own heartbeat in her ears, pounding louder and faster than she had ever thought possible. As the captain continued to speak her heartbeat gradually slowed, and she let her hands unclench slowly from where they had been fisted tightly at her sides. I... She started to answer him, her mind racing through an assortment of jumbled thoughts, none of which she could tell apart from the others. It doesn't matter, she finally managed to say, shaking her head slightly in response to the question. Do what you will I only ask that I don't see him again. She hardly cared what he did with the man, so long as he was kept as far from her as possible. She had seen enough of him already, and he had certainly seen more than enough of her. The encounter, short as it had been, had left her drained both emotionally and physically, and as far as she was concerned, what happened to him was of minor importance to her.
Thread: Here Be Dragons [ Forsaken Dreamer and Terucin ]

Sverdar's laugh resonated warmly throughout the room as he looked up at the female. She had a good deal of fight in her, he could see. She might have been terrified moments before, but if he was to guess, she had been attempting to make plans while cornered. He didn't know why this pleased him about her, but it was nice to know that there were people willing to fight against the odds before them. It was something Sev was very familiar with. No one has spoken to me like that in a very long while, miss Halliwood, he said in amusement with a faint shrug. I don't know if it's because I scared them, or they stopped caring. He paused for a moment before continuing. I would like to clear up a few things first, however. I rarely do something if I do not wish to. In the case of the gallant Sir Scuttlebutt, it was more in my interests to save you than to avoid the cliche I was placed in. So if I am polite to you, that is because I wish to be, that is all. You might be here only to be sold, but I have no desire to be cruel. You're still a person, after all. He pulled a swab of cotton out of the cabinet behind him as he spoke, wincing slightly at the pain caused by his shoulder, but it didn't stop or slow him any. As for the second, you are not wrong there is no surprise that many of us pirates die so young, He glanced around his room before returning his gaze to the female standing over him. She was intelligent, he could instantly tell that. It was something he had once been used to, years and years ago before he ever set sail. However, there is one last point I would argue against with you. When I was speaking earlier of taking care of one's self, I was then referring to being able to keep yourself safe from others, to handle yourself around people, and the like. It was a specific example, such as speaking of a certain species of bird. You are referring to taking care of oneself in general terms, such as staying alive, which is a broader and overlapping category, such as speaking about birds as a whole, He sighed and shook his head slightly. Why was it so difficult to keep his thoughts coherent and on-track? It had once been so easy to speak with intelligence. I would have been speaking about how penguins are unable to fly, while you are arguing that other birds can fly just fine where the penguin can't, and so why would the penguin be counted in talks of birds, when it can't fly? Yes, I don't know a blasted thing about medicine or patching myself up, you're right. However, I can survive through fights, in cities, on the open ocean, on deserted islands, rough seas, and many other locations, he frowned slightly, looking directly ahead as if lost in space. I'm rambling. Haven't done that in a long while, he looked back up at Tessa. Sorry, I'm sure someone as learned as you has things she would prefer to be doing besides listening to some pirate as he bleeds out. Sverdar then dabbed some of the cleaning solution on the end of the cotton swab, before he began to try and clean the wound out so that he could at least bandage the miserable hole.
Thread: Here Be Dragons [ Forsaken Dreamer and Terucin ]

There are a good deal of things I would prefer to do besides listening to some pirate, she agreed. Unfortunately, however, none of them are exactly possible from here, so it seems I have little choice but to listen to his excuses and justifications. Tessa lifted her chin a little as she watched him prod at the wound. It didn't surprise her that he was unused to being spoken to in the way she spoke to him. Not, of course, that she had had any problem with how he had handled Scuttlebutt, but she could easily see why there were so few who talked to him in that manner. She hadn't missed the dark undertone in his voice several minutes before, and no doubt serving under him was an experience she wouldn't envy anyone doing. But she had had more than enough of the pirate captain's infuriating insistence on being polite. You tell me the only reason you took it upon yourself to save my life was so you could sell it away again as if I'm nothing more than some commodity to be auctioned off at port, then in the same breath you tell me you think of me as a person. You know just as well as I do exactly what kind of 'organizations' pay the most for people like me and what happens to them so you're either lying or deluding yourself. You can't have it both ways, and I suspect you know that perfectly well. Tessa was well aware of what went on in the large port cities, and sometimes even in the smaller ones near her own village. Traffic would be high, the port would be full of men who had been at sea for weeks, sometimes months at a time, and all of them would be in search of girls to warm their beds for a night before they left for sea again. And more often than not, quite a few of the girls populating the brothels had been traded in exchange for a pouch or two of gold coins. I never said you survived in the same way I did. I'm perfectly aware that you're vastly better at protecting yourself in a fight than I am. You can survive as much as you like in those fights of yours, but that means nothing. Maybe you haven't been killed in battle yet, but all you need to do is run into one infection. Then you might not be so confident in your own ability to survive. Tessa bent to pick up the roll of bandages, tapping her finger against it lightly as she inspected it. That cut of yours needs stitching, and I need safe passage. So either let me fix your arm and leave me at the nearest port to do what I will, or do both of us a favor and drop the pleasantries.
Thread: Here Be Dragons [ Forsaken Dreamer and Terucin ]

I didn't ask you for an in depth description of exactly what it is you've decided to force on me. Tessa had sobered visibly at his small monologue, her hand tightening on the roll of bandages she still held. Nor did I ask you for anecdotes. Do you really think it matters to anyone just how much 'hope' they have if they already live in hell? Going along with the way of the world is exactly what I tried to do. I despise sailing. All I wanted to do was get this journey over with, then I might never have had to set foot on another one of those death traps you call ships again. I'm perfectly aware of the risks involved in sailing. In case you've forgotten already, the only reason I'm here is because the ship I was on was caught in a storm and sank. You seemed sure enough that you would be able to make land when you were telling me all about how you plan to make money off me. Why should it matter to me that I'm a person by definition if what you just said would happen ends up happening? What I am may be a person, but neither you nor whoever is willing to pay you a handful of gold for a body takes that into consideration, no matter how many times you claim to. Dictionary definition is completely irrelevant if someone disregards it. But changing your reason for going to port won't change whether or not you make it there. If you were going to have no problem with it an hour ago when it would make you a little money, you certainly won't have a problem now, particularly if you take care of that cut of yours properly. She released the bandages, tossing the roll at him with perhaps a little more force than she had intended. For someone who speaks so much of hope, somehow I doubt you're quite as resigned to your own death as you've been making yourself out to be you don't want to lose your life any more than I do. If you're so worried about having a mutiny on your hands, you clearly care about staying alive. Your life isn't any more in my hands at the moment than my own is. If you want me to save that arm, all it takes is giving up a few pockets of gold that you never would have seen had I not been on that ship. The ship still would have been hit by the storm, you would still have ripped apart that shoulder of yours, and, most importantly, I wouldn't be here to stitch it up. You have nothing to lose by it, and yet you still insist on taking the route that leaves both of us as good as dead. Tessa was almost tempted to try her hand on his shoulder regardless. It had never been in her nature to ignore an injury, and he looked none too well for all the blood he had lost. Perhaps once his life was more immediately in danger he might reconsider, but at the moment she wasn't particularly willing to give him more control than he already had. She shifted to lean against the wall, fixing him with an impassive stare. Forget about it if you like. Bandage yourself up and bleed to death or deal with your mutiny if it happens, and take the chance that you'll end up dead in a week or two. Or let me fix it and leave me in peace. It's up to you.
Thread: Here Be Dragons [ Forsaken Dreamer and Terucin ]

If the situation had been different, Sverdar could have found himself becoming enamored with the willful female. He didn't believe in love at first sight or any of that shit, but he felt that over time, had things gone differently, he could come to like her. Maybe. While it was amusing and refreshing to have someone able to stand up to him and not fear it, it could also become troublesome. Yet, trouble didn't exactly sound like a bad thing, either. He had lived through trouble most his life, and this was the best it had looked before. Damn he had to do something about that bloody shoulder. Aye, death traps, indeed, Sverdar said softly, matching her impassive stare with an apathetic one of his own. And despite the death, you would rather berate me and throw words in my face, He shook his head slightly, which was a bad idea, as the world swum and spun. Look, you being left in peace would always have been part all this. I don't own slaves, so you wouldn't have been forced into that on my ship. I don't need a servant, much less one others wouldn't listen to, or one so willful. I wouldn't have locked you up or chained you, not unless you forced me to. So feel free to have a stab at my shoulder. You... have given me much to think about, he said honestly. Blast, if she kept this up, she would have him reconsidering selling her. He had to be careful around her.