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The Ashlander and his Enslaved Scholar (2e/??)

Date: 2014-08-24 08:20 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
The two Dunmers and the Manmer made their way towards the personal yurt of the Wisewoman. Zairan took a moment to knock the worst of the ash off his feet against a long-dead tree stump before he entered the yurt, closing it securely shut behind him, his aunt and slave.

The interior of the yurt was decked with hanging white animal skins from the bears and wolfs up north. There were a few lit lanterns strung above their heads, of Imperial design, from what they salvaged from abandoned ore mines during their explorations around Solstheim. A bed crafted out of dried-burnt wood was situated in the far left corner of the spacious yurt, topped with plenty of furs and straw to keep one warm and comfy during the isle's bitter nights. Despite the undertone of sulphur tinting the air, there was a unassuming herbal incense that was easy and pleasant to one's nose.

Favova removed her wolf leather gloves, placing them on the corner of a rounded side table with assortments of alchemy ingredients. The Dunmer then retrieved a fur-cushioned stool to place in the middle of the room. She then beckoned the Manmer over, helping her up to stand on the stool before she began to check over the well-being and abilities of the new slave. The Wisewoman sensed the expertise the little human has on magicka; using a soft, marked strip of leather Favova measures the Manmer's wrists for her to craft the appropriate slave cuffs to restrain her nephew's pet.

Once she was done and took note of the size and strength, the ivory-haired womer approached the impatient, foot-tapping huntsman waiting next to her arcane enchanter.

"I'll need you to wait outside." Favova says to him, already expecting the slight flare of defiance in his intense stare, before he nodded in respect to her wish then left through the dusty, doe-skin of the yurt's flap.

The Wisewoman sighs, reproaching the anxious slave still dutifully standing on the stool. Favova helps her down from the furniture, cautious in not showing any abrupt movements or expressions that may pose the least bit of aggression to the frightened rabbit of a person. She steers then calmly gets the girl to sit down at the foot of her bed, untying her bounds. The girl rubs at the ache of her wrists, the skin rubbed raw pink by the Netch leather, sighing a "thank you" to the Dunmer's act of kindness.

Favova drags over another burnt-wood chair, crafted in that braided and otherworldly Dunmeri style, sits down in a splotched but alert manner before the Manmer.

"I will need to question you..." The Dunmer plainly states, the girl staring back wide-eyed but nods her consent.

"Has Zairan, how do you say, touched you in a sexual manner?" She asks.

For a while the Manmer is silent, her fidgeting of fisting her robes halted with her head hanging heavy in shame, before she at last looks up under the furred brim of her mage hood to the cynical womer.

"...Y-yes..." The Manmer whispers, tears straining her voice to a quivering whine, as if she were coming clean with a crime she would be punished greatly for. Favova studies the Manmer, knowing from her tensed body language, Zairan must have violated her. Again, the Dunmer silently approved of the Outlander's answer before Favova instructed her to undress. Although she hesitated, the Manmer complied to the Wisewoman's wish.

"You are fortunate in having Zairan as your Master," The Dunmer began after she inspected the healed genitalia of Marelle's, noting the healed useless flesh of her hymen. She mentally notes down on more of the girl's good physical health, her mental health being the only thing that's in a fragile state from shock and trauma.
From: (Anonymous)
"I am not saying this because he is my blood, but he really is more merciful and patient than most of us. You have seen the state of the other human." She reminds the girl. "The dark human, her name is Niyya. She was captured by Arite, our blacksmith, when she was running away from something just outside of our hidden entrance to the Valley. Although he is fair to fellow Ashlanders, the mer is overzealous in punishing Niyya for the smallest of things. He even lends her out to anyone who are interested, mainly the hunters. Believe me, it's better to serve under a single mer who is not sadistic than being whipped daily and having to crawl back home after a session with virile mers." Favova states to the Manmer, after she studied a minor fresh cut on her calf, looking up into the astounded girl's face with compassion lighting her grey, sullen face.

The Wisewoman stands up from her chair, moving over to her crafting desk where she starts to work on the slave bracers, using Netch leather for this occasion. After she finishes hardening and readjusting the material, the Dunmer shifts over to her miniature board of a homemade arcane enchanter. She retrieves a lesser soul gem from a hanging basket to extract the glowing, miniature balled soul from within the crystal. Favova then selected a tracking enchantment from the encoded knowledge and memory of the enchanter, before she channeled the focused stream of magicka onto the bracers that now faintly glow a crimson red from the enchantment's energy.

She then approached the side of the now dressed Manmer, presenting the girl with her badge of slavery. Favova waits patiently but expectantly, allowing Marelle to have the control of putting the bracers on. Eventually after a time, the reluctant Manmer relents placing them on allowing the Dunmer to tighten and lock the bracers with an old but useful seal spell.

The deed was officially done. Marelle the Outlander Manmer has been formally inducted into the servitude for the Ashlanders.
From: (Anonymous)
Fuuu those cliffhangers. WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NOW? O3O

Hiatus

Date: 2014-09-21 04:51 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Hi Everyone,

I apologise for the lack of updates and my activity on here.
I am really struggling with my depression at this time, so I will be away for a while. I'll try to get back to this story once I'm feeling better.

Thank you all for your support and patience.

Sincerely,

Anon

Re: Hiatus

Date: 2014-09-22 02:58 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Take care of yourself first and foremost. Everyone's depression is different, but the need for self-care remains. Be well, hon, and take all the time you need. <3

Re: Hiatus

Date: 2014-09-25 05:22 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
No need to rush; writing ought to be fun for the writer too! Take care :-)

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