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 Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 8:12 pm
 Well, it wasn't a perfect life, but at least it was a useful one, Tay often thought to herself when she thought of her new life as a thrall in the Stormborn. Such thoughts came to her on her good days, when she was able to look on the bright side of life as sh had done for most of her life.
Then there were other days. The grey days, as she thought of them, when the fog was so thick and heavy it was as if a raincloud had settled on the pride and everyone was just walking through the moist shroud. She felt heavy and horrible on those days, even more unhappy than she was on the nights when the wind howled like a night demon and the rain struck like stones.
Today was a grey day, and try as she might Tay could not see the sun, literally or figuratively, so she dragged her paws and did her best not to think of how she had spent the evening before.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 8:37 pm
 The greyest day for a thrall was the brightest, sunniest day for Kjar. There was just something so fantastic about seeing a creature that might've once been proud - living a life that was full and vibrant - look as if they'd rather be dead. He wasn't sure why his current subject of 'affection' was dragging a** and moping around, but it was absolutely unacceptable. Kjar despised it when thralls showed any emotion other than complacent servitude. That a thrall might feel they were allowed to feel anything but subservience and a happiness to please? It filled Kjar with rage. He watched the dark lioness from afar before he finally approached, a snarl on his face and his golden eyes narrowed. "Your attitude - your very appearance - offends me, thrall." He hoped she tried to get sassy with him. He wanted her to.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 7:15 am
Tay's mood didn't exactly improve upon hearing the voice of the lion she'd heard others refer to as the Breaker. On the other hand, something inside her actually felt sort of soothed. There was someone to tell her what to do now, who would give her a task to occupy herself with so that she could try to think of other things.
"I'm sorry," she said, lowering herself to the ground as she had been taught to do and keeping her eyes downcast. "It is not my intention to do so."
She did not address him without a title to be rude. She simply didn't know what title to give him since it seemed to her that Master ought to be reserved for the lion who was her owner. As far as she knew, that lion was a reaver called Ru. Unless she didn't have any owner at all. The lion from last night had told her she had no set owner, and so she belonged to everybody. She still wasn't clear on that.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 7:46 am
Kjar was incensed even further when the lioness lowered herself to the ground - it was not entertaining to strike those that knew their place, after all. When she failed to call him by any title - be it Reaver, Master, or any other phrase that might acknowledge his higher standing - his voice turned sickly sweet. He drew up close to her, reaching out with a broad paw which he gently placed against her side, claws sheathed.
Sometimes a thrall needed to be lifted, given hope and encouragement - only to be thrown down and shattered once more. A reminder, really. For her own good - and so he knew which weaknesses she held so that he might exploit them later.
He smoothed the scowl from his features. "Such a pretty thing. What troubles you, lovely?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 4:17 pm
The enormous paw on her side sent a tremor through her body, but she had already learned that flinching away would be an incredibly bad idea. Best case scenario she'd get a claws-sheathed cuff. Worst case, well, Tay preferred not to think about it.
Her trembling ceased as her body, long used to her optimism ceased to be afraid with this least display of compassion. Mentally, Tay knew better than to believe the Breaker was truly interested in her troubles, but she was naturally a hopeful creature and she wanted to believe that he wasn't as harsh as he seemed to be.
Besides, he had asked her a question, and it was more polite, not to mention canny, to respond to questions posed by freeborn lions, and so Tay answered him, choosing her words carefully in the hope that she would stumble across the right combination to keep him gentle and almost pleasant.
"Yesterday, when the freeborn lion Solvtorn came and took me away...some of the things he expected me to do." A human would be blushing furiously here. "I didn't realize that was part of a thrall's duties."
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 4:44 pm
She did not shirk away from him - this pleased Kjar. He knew he had something of a reputation in the pride, one that he was proud of.
"Solvtorn, hmm? The bard. I know of him. He is skilled, I suppose - though music is not something I seek out on a regular basis." Unless he counted the cries of thralls, male and female alike, whimpering as Kjar showed them true misery. His favorite song of all, in truth.
"And he approached you, pretty?" His paw began to move. Slow, steady brushes against her side. "A beast, truly. Tell Kjar what duties Solvtorn said were expected of you."
He leaned slightly, so she could see his eyes. His expression was schooled into a mask of concern, though his next words were spoken with rough perversion.
"In detail, pretty thing. Leave nothing out."
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 5:04 pm
Skilled. Tay had not observed much in the lion to make her think him skilled. Perhaps he was skilled as a bard. She had not known it was something he aspired to. In fact, the very word bard was unfamiliar to her. The term had not been used among the Dawnwalkers. Perhaps if he came to take her again, she could distract him by asking about his music.
"He told me to groom him," Tay said softly, keeping her eyes fixed firmly on the ground. This was not just a display of subordination, but the unconscious action of an uncomfortable lioness who had been well brought up. "Intimately."
How much detail did he want? If Tay's upbringing had been different, she might have thought Kjar was either a pervert who got off on hearing about the things others did or a jerk who liked to make people uncomfortable by forcing them to discuss awkward topics. Because she had not been brought up that way, it didn't occur to her that his question was anything but well-meant, if not something she really wanted to discuss.
"And then he..." she couldn't. It was just too embarrassing.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 9:17 am
Kjar felt a thrilling surge of lust when the thrall seemed to grow uncomfortable with the way the conversation was going. Was she virgin? What idiot brought her into the pride without sampling her first - without being her first? A foolish lion - which was sad, really, as now she'd fallen into his very, very capable paws. Sad for whoever had claimed her, if she truly was untried - but a gift from the Gods if she was still pure. Kjar couldn't fight the quiver of excitement that rumbled down his spine. "A brute, truly," he purred, his voice thick with want. She was a pretty little thing, timid and well-taught. Boring, as Kjar preferred his playthings to fight back, but.. "And, my little gem, I can only assume what he thought to ask of you next. Tell me, pretty, have you ever been taken by a male? In these terrible, intimate ways - the likes of which I can... only assume Solv has informed you of."
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 6:05 pm
Tay didn't make any gesture or sound of agreement, but she did not dispute Kjar's statement that Solvtorn was a brute. Until coming here, it had never occurred to Tay that a lion like Solvtorn could be a brute. He was one of those slim types who was not fat but had no muscle tone either. Not the sort she would have expected to behave as he had.
"Yes," she squeaked, at last hiding her face with her paws. She hated to talk about these things. "But it wasn't like this."
Emboldened by the gentleness in Kjar's manner, Tay asked, "Please. Must we talk about this? If you have work for me to do, I would feel better doing that."
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 9:25 am
Kjar fell silent for a long stretch of time, his paw stilling against Tay's side as he words rumbled around in his mind. His jaw clenched, tightening almost painfully. It was rather amazing how quickly he lost interest in her, how quickly his demeanor changed from one of false gentleness to one of irrational anger. His claws unsheathed, effectively digging into the skin along her ribs. "Oh, pretty little thing," he hissed softly into her ear, "you forget what you are, and you forget who you're speaking to. So you would feel better doing work? You no longer want to talk about the current topic?" He used his paw to apply momentum, forcefully shoving her onto her side. "And you think you have a choice in the matter?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 6:02 pm
Tay suspected that Kjar's stillness was not a good thing, and although her instincts told her to fill the silence until she came up with something to say that pleased him, she resisted that urge. It would be a foolish thing to attempt. Words would avail her little in this pride.
His claws digging into her ribs made her breath catch for a moment and then come more shallowly than before, as if that would prevent her exposed sides from touching the sharp points. Her breath also came more quickly as fear replaced the incipient feeling of comfort and hope.
"!" It was less an exclamation than an exhalation made as she fought against panic. A litany repeated in her mind: Don't provoke him. Don't provoke him. Don't provoke him. Another part of her mind replied: Too late. Too late. Too late.
"I'm sorry," she panted, crouching low in the dirt once she recovered from her sprawl. "Please, I spoke without thinking."
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 10:27 am
Her simpering, panted apologies only enraged Kjar further. She was less than worthless, this sullied, stupid female - and Kjar wanted to hurt her. He wanted to break her, bend her - a part of him wanted to destroy her because she deserved it. A weak, filthy thrall. All breathless hope and misplaced comfort.
His rage turned to a sick, perverse passion. She knew her place - and it was beneath him. Kjar drew up to Tay, one large, heavy paw thumping her heavily against the back of her neck. He pinned her this way, sliding over her while hissing cruel words of intent into her ear.
He would show no mercy. She would never again doubt that her only purpose in the pride was to be used without discretion - by whomever chose to use her, in whatever way they desired.
Kjar would not be gentle. Teeth, claw - all would be applied to her lovely pelt without care.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 11:39 am
Tay's mind told her to submit, but her body struggled anyway. At least for a time. And then, finally, she was unable to fight back anymore and she had no choice but to lie still beneath his crushing weight and bear his brutality. Oh, she sobbed and begged, but that did not last long either, and eventually she fell silent except for cries when some new pain was introduced.
She retreated into her mind, as another thrall had advised her to do when this sort of thing happened, but her mind was not much of an improvement. The shock of how this encounter had taken place permeated everything and kept returning her to the present reality of her situation.
This was going to be her life from now on.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 11:49 am
Once sated, Kjar leaned down to growl into the pretty lioness' ear.
"See a priestess. I do not want you carrying my bastards, thrall." He was relatively certain that any one of the priestesses would be able to direct her to some sort of remedy of unwanted cubs. Surely it had been done before. That being said, Kjar shook non-existing dirt from his pelt before he shoved her aside. She'd gone quiet after a time - and each time that she'd dared, he'd applied tooth or claw to her pelt. It was intensely satisfying.
Perhaps he would seek her out again, another time.
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