VioletWhirlwind

Forest of the Future

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Sasha

Southeastern Mir - The Fall

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Well, at least they aren't will-of-the-wisps... However, they also didn't seem to be completely friendly either. Although, she couldn't really blame them, it being after dark in the Fall and all. Gulping, Sasha took a deep breath and emerged from the bushes.

Forest of the Future

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Sasha

Southeastern Mir - The Fall

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“This doesn't look right...I don't recognize any of this...” A figure stood in the darkening forest, glancing around in confusion. At first glance she would appear to be a wolf, wearing a feathery cape. Upon closer inspection however, the cape turned out to be actual wings, and some of her lupine features appeared to be...off. Her tail was longer than a normal wolf-Novan's, and her ears were more rounded. She also bore dark grey stripes like those of a tiger on her rose-grey coat. “...this isn't on my map,” She said, squinting at it in the encroaching darkness. Not that I can see anything on this map right now... Sighing, Sashrya - “The Mystery” as she sometimes reffered to herself, on account of her origins being shrouded from her memory – folded up her map and glanced around again. “I think I'm lost.” She muttered matter-of-factly to herself, “And it doesn't help that now I can't see as much.”

Sasha's ears perked up at the far-off sound of a howl in the distance, followed shortly by another...and then another. She fought the ancestral instinct to answer with a howl of her own. She might have ancestors in common with the distant singers, but she knew that a feral pack would probably not take kindly to a stranger in their territory, especially a Novan, to say nothing of being a hybrid. “I better find some shelter soon.” A small, nervous breeze picked up around her.

It was then, by seeming coincidence or outright dumb luck, that she noticed not one, but several lights moving in the darkness...a group of people? What would a group be doing here in the middle of nowhere, and at night for that matter? Could they be bandits? Or worse, will-of-the-wisps? Sasha shrugged. If they WERE wisps...she was already lost, so it didn't really matter. If they were bandits however...

She didn't have long to ponder this, as they were headed right toward her. What should she do? Make her presence known, or hide in the bushes and wait for them to leave? I have to take a chance. I don't want to be wandering around out here all night... She called out, “Hello? Excuse me? Can you help me, I think I'm lost.”

Forest of the Future

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Sasha

The Mystery

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_{N A M E}

Sashrya 'Mystery' (real last name unknown)

_{A G E}

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_{E T H N I C B A C K G R O U N D}

Novan; 1/2 wolf, slightly less than 1/2 tiger, with some kind of bird making up the last 10%-ish (aka, her wings)

_{D E S C R I P T I O N}

Rose grey winged wolf with dark grey tiger stripes and lavendar eyes. Wings are light-grey-feathered with dark gray bands on the feathers. Her ears are slightly rounded, but still look like wolf ears. Muzzle is medium-long. Personality is gentle, but strong willed.

_{C A P A B I L I T I E S}

Gliding: Though her wings are large enough for powered flight, her wing muscles are not strong enough for it, though she is still capable of gliding from hight, or cusioning a fall enough to be less likely to get hurt from it. Her wings are usually kept folded on her back, aproximating the appearance of a feathered cloak. She is somewhat self-conscious of her wings, afraid they make her a 'freak.'

Weather Magic: She has low-moderate weather-related powers, mainly consisting of wind and or rain. Occasionally can create stronger weather phenomina (ex.: small, short-lived tornados), but this tends to wear her out quickly. There is also a risk of her losing control if her creation gets TOO strong, so she tends to stick to weaker stuff.

To Be Determined: ...maybe?

_{N O T E S}

She's looking for any informaton she can find about who her parents are/were, where they may have gone, what happened to them, etc. (although I really don't have anything all that planned out about this atm.)

Hollow Stone: Slaves of the Apocalypse

*Poke* Why did this have to die? :( Anybody still here?

Hollow Stone: Slaves of the Apocalypse

*pokes dead RP with a stick...* Anyway, I'm back from vacation, let's get this rolling again!

Hollow Stone: Slaves of the Apocalypse

It had all started with a slap across the face for some disagreement in the training ring. "Be glad the boss says no perminent marks, or I would have had my claws out, girl!"

One thing led to another, and soon Serenity somehow found her trainer's paw clenched between her teeth.

With a hiss, he shoved her roughly and yanked it away. "No food or water for five days!" That had been the verdict her trainer/guard had given, as with his uninjured hand he transfered the purple hedgehog's chain to a lesser guard before gripping his bleeding hand and rushing off to get it seen to. As an afterthought he added, "I'll make you PAY for that later!"

That had been four days ago. Serenity was now wishing she had not had the temerity to actually bite him, as her stomach complained loudly of emptyness. Her muscles were weak, and her lips parched as she sat in the darkness of her cell. Sure, it had gotten her out of practice for a few days, but...instead she was stuck in here. She was surprised they hadn't locked her in solitary for that. Yet.

The storm last night had taken her by surprise. At first, she had trembled, the pervasive superstition of angry Old Gods working it's 'magic.' But then...the sound of rain on the roof...She had strained her hand to reach through the small barred window in an effort to collect some of the water running off the roof outside. She had gotten the tiniest handful of runoff, but it was worth it. Glorious, wet, clean -well...cleaner than she usually got around here anyway- rainwater. She slurped it up gratefully, then also licked the excess off her arms, then strained her hands out for more, drinking greedily. She didn't know when she'd get another chance. She didn't sleep at all that night, until after the storm had passed and the runoff had stopped coming...only then did she allow herself to nod off, an arm still protruding from the window...

She woke to a guard slapping her arm and shoving her back in. "Git back in dere, slave! Whatcha think yer doin' Thar's no escape thataway! Hahaha! Thar's no escape ANY way fer you...'cept gettin sold! Harharhar!"

"Yeah well...come in here and say that to my FACE you coward! I'll send you packing like I did my trainer!" It was an empty threat however.

"Oh yeh? We'll see 'bout dat when he comes back wit'cher punishment, girl!"

"Hah! You guys can't touch me! I'm high-value, remember?"

"Don' start, girl! We don't HAVE to touch you...we got somtin better'n dat...jus' you wait an' see!"

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Several hours later, her guard/trainer was back, his hand freshly bandaged.

"What, one bite not good enough for you, hmm? You back for more?"

"Don't get smart with me, slave! I'm here for your punishment."

"I thought you already gave me that. Five days of thirst and starving?"

"Oh that was just the start. Boss won't let me cut off yer tongue, but I got something better...just for YOU! You see this?" He gave a yank on a chain in his good hand. It was then that she saw the other slave on the end of it.

"What..."

"Just watch..." He brought out his whip. "This is what happens when priceless high-values get rebelious. 'Innocent' yard-workers get to take the beating FOR them!" He grinned sinisterly, as Serenity's face fell in horrified realization.

She had to look away as the other slave was forced to take the punishment that she should have been getting. Hearing his screams was worse than getting the lashes herself. "...Please...stop. Beat me instead. I'm the one at fault, not him. He's innocent!" She managed between the tears.

"Yes. That's the beauty of it. Now...when you misbehave, he or another slave will take the beatings for you. So if you wish to spare others pain...you'll stop this nonsense right now, kapeesh?"

Serenity nodded.

"IIIIII caaaaan't HEAAAR yoooooou!"

"...Yessir."

"Yes, WHAT?"

The purple hedgehog grimmaced as the other slave grunted again from the pain of another lash. After a pause, she sighed and hung her head in defeat. "Yes, Master."

"...That's better. Try to remember that." Turning to the other slave, he ordered, "Now scram, you! Back to the yard!" The other slave hastily retreated. Her trainer sauntered out behind him, leaving her in her cell for the rest of the day.

Serenity felt sick.

Hollow Stone: Slaves of the Apocalypse

Still thinking about this. I haven't abandoned it. Been a bit stressed lately due to (allergy-related) health problems (among other things), but I'm still here, and will hopefully have a new post later today, but I have to go to the doctor here in a bit, so it'll have to wait.

Hollow Stone: Slaves of the Apocalypse

I forgot about this too,, after it had so little activity, but I'm back.

Hollow Stone: Slaves of the Apocalypse

Trying to get this going again. We can't let it die so soon after starting! Sorry about the time jump, it's all I could think of to get this moving again

Hollow Stone: Slaves of the Apocalypse

A couple hours later, as the sun began to dip to the dusty horizon, the purple hedgehog found herself once again following her "trainer" stumblingly back to the the specialty cells, exhausted. She loved to run, but this training was punishing. She collapsed into the cell, attacking the meager rations of hard tack, potato mush, and dirty water that were waiting for her. She didn't even notice the guard closing and locking the barred door behind her until it was too late for the crazed mad-dash for freedom she had momentarily craved.

"You did better this time than last time, but you need to stop flinching at every gunshot you hear. As long as you know your place and don't try to escape, they won't be aiming at you."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm a filthy slave and have no chance at a better future so I should just accept it. Go tell your rhetoric to somebody who cares."

"...And we really must do something about that sass. Next time you sass me, your rations will be reduced by half. And if you continue, it will happen again. The third time, you will get no food for three days."

"...You wouldn't..."

"If that doesn't stop you, I will talk to my supervisor about potentially getting your tongue removed."

Serenity's eyes went wide with horror. "Y-You're bluffing..."

"AM I, though?"

"B-but I'm a high-value!"

"That doesn't matter. Even high-value racer-slaves don't need to be able to speak, you know." He trailed off ominously. "Have a good night." He said with a sneer. "And actually try to get some sleep this time. You train again in the morning." With that, he left the purple hedgehog to fume in her cell alone.

Serenity plucked one of her quills and added it to the little pile that was growing under her shabby mattress.

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In the medical tent, the albino skunk was tending to a slave with a broken leg that had started to heal incorrectly and needed to be re-broken.

"Aaah! Get away from me! I'm not ready to die!"

"I'm not going to kill you. But your leg needs to be re-set, or you will be lame the rest of your life, and the Terror doesn't have much use for permanently lame slaves. Stop squirming. This is going to hurt a bit." Bracing herself, she took a firm grip on both sides of the incorrectly-knit bone and gave a sudden jerk.

"AHHHHHH! Owowow! You said you weren't going to kill me!" her patient protested in an accusing tone.

"Quit complaining. I didn't really kill you, did I? I'm sorry, but that's the only way to get your leg to a state where it can be properly set." With that, she grabbed some wooden splints and, bracing them along either side of the new break, started wrapping them tightly in gauze. "I'll tell the guards you need to be in a light-duty, seated job until this heals properly. You should really have come to me BEFORE it started healing wrong."

"Go willingly to the Terror's pet Deathbringer? Yeah right! I'm only here 'cuz one of the guards saw me limping."

The 'Deathbringer' comment stung, but she tried not to let it show. "Must have been one of the rare merciful guards then. You're lucky they didn't use you as target practice. Like I said, a lame slave is a dead slave."