Legends of Belariath
Aedynn
Out of the faerie realm she journeyed. A most curious fae who wanted to learn more about the world to inspire her talent for prose. A poet to her very soul, she preferred to write the lyrics that other bards would sing, though she had the sweetest of voices herself. However, she was not one to seek out the focused attention of others. Not that she did not do things, inadvertently, that captured attention, she simply did not do so with that intent in mind.
So, into the mortal world she went and she found herself in a tiny village that was very quaint, peaceful and sparsely populated. Though the beings that dwelled here were very kind, and helpful, there was none there who could teach her -more- of music, words and how to put the two together so that they blended into a song that could be -felt-. With a fond farewell to those she had befriended, the fae resumed her journey. She came across several peasant communities, villages and towns. But, none seem to be able to teach her more than a little at a time. Undeterred she continued on, unharmed thus far, as those she'd come across were very respectful of one of Nature's favorite children.
She loved to fly through the woods, and forests, the beauty of such things so different than that of her realm. More coarse, wild.. free. She could sense the dangers and that gave her a thrill she'd never felt before. Her realm was one of little danger as it was rare that any other creature would step within. So, there was much joy, little worry and much play. Once more, she began to see signs of beings living in the land she was passing through. But, these were more elaborate than any she'd come across before. Large dwellings made of stone, stories high and with many beings moving about! Others were towers so high! Many were little homes made of stone, wood and even a few were in trees! The farther she continued to go, the more of these buildings she would see. There must be a town nearby! With gleeful anticipation she hurried herself along.
Now, she finds herself in the midst of a fairly bustling town. Pale, gray-blue eyes wide with wonder, she looked about from her lofted position as she hovered above the town. So -many- beings! Creatures that she'd never seen before. Awed, but not intimidated, as she'd always been treated with respect, the fae descended, a glowing mass of ever changing hues of red. About the size of a child's ball and all of 10" tall in her natural form, she darted to and fro, over and under as she explored the town. What was this wondrous place? It must have a name befitting it. Something wild, chaotic, yet civilized. Oh, what a name it would be! It was not long before she discovered its name.
Nanthalion.
~Had that been so long ago? Now, the fae, in a much more dire situation than the innocent she'd been when she first arrived here. Delirious from exhaustion, pain and lack of food, her mind had wandered back to the time when all had seemed so hopeful. A sob broke free from her, muffled though it was. She could almost see herself as she was now, as if she'd left her own body and was now looking down from the higher branches of the trees that surrounded this small clearing. This lair. A dragon's lair. And, in its midst was a small form held captive in a yoke, wrists, and neck, bound by wood. Crimson tresses spilled onto the forest floor like blood.. the same hue as the blood that tainted her back and bottom. Wings, so beautiful, a myriad of reds, golds and oranges, lay still. Like flames turned to paper then laid upon her. Their dance ended.~
Her mind wanders, once more, and she recalls the first time she was at another's mercy. Senai. That damned female dark elf who tricked her into a merchant collar. Trained, but only to a certain point, in the sensual arts, Senai taught her how to please a male with her mouth and how to accept penetration in her ass. Untouched as she was, the dark elf kept her hot, tight sex virginal in order to garner a higher selling price. Who paid such coin for her? Arlid. A large barbarian that, oddly enough, did not relieve her of her innocent state as soon as he took possession of her. Instead, he spoke with her, befriended her and when it seemed he decided to finally make her truly his.. he vanished. After a time, she was allowed her freedom and, once more, she was without a collar.
Another had taken interest in her, though she'd been careful to keep to herself since her freedom had been returned to her many weeks ago. Rhydel. A magi who seemed as compassionate as he was passionate. This time she went into slavery willingly. Adoring Rhydel came rather easily as he was adored by many with good reason. She was not his first slave, yet he made her feel cared for. Sadly, this too, would not last. A change came over her owner within days of his collar being placed about her throat. Again, no consummation of their relationship had taken place. It seemed fate longed to tease this Nature's child with the promise of desire that would never be fulfilled. So, with barely the weight of Rhydel's collar settling around her neck, it was removed. For the magi had gone into a dark existence that had no hope, no joy and no room for one such as she.
Needing time away, she fled back to her realm having found a doorway near the town of Nanthalion. Many weeks passed before she felt the wonder of hope, joy and the need for adventure. Her curiosity at full strength, again, she returned to Nanthalion, to see what there was to see. It never occurred to her to seek out another village, or town. So much had happened to her here, that she was forever bound to this place. She kept to herself, for the most part, daring to enter the Inn on occasion. It was during one of these times that she caught the eye of a mage. And, finally, by his hand and body, she lost her virginity. True passion, and desire, had been awakened within her at the skillful touch of the mage. He was handsome, compelling, intimidating and, yet, he drew one to him like honey would a bee. She did not learn his name until much later. Infernis. It was a single experience and she never encountered the mage, in that fashion, again.
Pain.
~A whimper escapes and she is drawn back to the present. Something was on her back! She shifts her body and the sharp talons, that were digging into her lashed flesh, were removed as the raven, who must have taken her for dead, flew away. How had it come to this? She was true to her nature and did not harm anyone. Not without provocation and only in self defense. At this last thought, a laugh, faint though it was, escaped. Another memory took her from this place.~
He was insane. That was her first thought after the moriel plucked her from the bar top. A complete stranger who decided, arbitrarily, that she would be his victim. Why? She had been happily perched, and sprawled, upon a bowl of sugar cubes. Nibbling at the sweet treasure, blissful. Nary a word said to anyone. Only to find herself dangled upside down as the dark elf held her by her ankle. Up to his room he carried her. Tossed her onto his bed. Then, had the -nerve- to threaten to rape her with a toothpick if she did not shift into her larger, more human-like, form! She complied, of course, but when she did so, she leaped across the bed putting it between them. Then, she let fly a fire bold spell and knocked him on his arrogant ass. Oh, how she laughed! Her victory was short lived, however, and he soon had her at his mercy. Beaten, lashed and raped, he thought to claim her for his own. Told her that she would wear his mark, {X}, for Xyvir. Denial came swiftly and she eventually fled. But, he found her, time and again. Tormented her. Abused her. And, she realized she was becoming drawn to him. Then, he declared love for another, and she would discover this. Once more, something came between her and the possibility of happiness. He recanted his claim and his collar was not placed around her throat.
Free of his obsession, she roamed about Nanthalion without a care, once again. Mischief was her favorite pastime and she indulged herself without restraint. Her main target was the dark elf, Xyvir. Wreaking her vengeance on him in the only way she could.. without harm. So, into his room she would sneak. Her first success was when she gathered all the laces of his breeches, and shirts, then set them afire in the middle of his room. She left the pile of ash as her calling card. The second was much more drastic than the first. This time she set fire to his linen, bed and pillows. The feathers in the mattress burned brightly, but filled the room with a horrible smelling smoke. Also, the fire was larger and the wooden frame of the bed suffered for it. A hole was burned in the middle and the floor beneath it was scorched. Her most recent act of revenge was to steal all of Xyvir's “toys.” Those things he used to torment other victims. Her calling card this time? She left his blindfold, in the drawer where he kept these things, but with two holes burned into the material where the eyes would be. Happy, joyful, and without worry, she wanted others to feel as she did. It was during one of her inspired moments that she found herself within the confines of the Inn. And met the bringer of her current fate.
Tears.
~Could it have been so innocent? How her current torment had started? With the wish for another to smile? She tried to swallow, but the glass phallus that was imbedded in her mouth, and down her throat, prevented any easing of the dryness she felt. Even the freedom to make a sound of agony was all but denied her because of it. Her back was on fire, once more, the talons of the raven having reawakened the searing lashes left by diamond tipped leather. She shifted her hips to try to ease the pain and was rewarded by misery of another sort. Large beads, too large for her small form, had been forced into her anal cavity. As a result, they were not lined up properly. Jammed together, they pressed, agonizingly, against those inner walls, bulging within her body. Grinding against one another. Curse him. She only wanted him to smile. Her mind drifts back in time, once again, but only a few days.~
The crashing of the Inn door being opened with such force caused her to look in that direction. A very unhappy drak stepped through the doorway. Menacing. And, without a smile. Well, that just wouldn't do! Flying over to him, she peppered him with questions about the reason for his unhappiness. The result? An attempt on her life that did not succeed but, instead, sent her zipping through the air and tumbling to the floor. Dazed, she lay unmoving as the drak came toward her. Once reaching her, he lifted a booted foot with the intent to finish what he had started. Salvation came in the guise of a swan may. Scooped up into her protective hands, Ovidae pleaded mercy on behalf of the fae. It was granted by way of the drak stalking off in another direction.
Two more times the drak made attempts to torment her with partial success. Two times she managed to escape. The third would not be so lucky.
After falling into the lust inducing clutches of a mysterious pink mist that enveloped the forest near the town, she had been thoroughly ravished by the target of her vengeful mischief, Xyvir. So willing she had been, passionate, wanton. For a brief time they had not been alone, joined by a nymph who then disappeared as quickly as she appeared. She, and Xyvir, continued on without the mysterious female. In truth, she had barely been acknowledged in their heated desire for one another. When their moment of release was upon them, they were lost in the storm of its intensity. An experience that frightened the fae on an emotional level. So, even though they fell into a sated slumber within each other's arms, the dark elf's body so protectively curved about hers, she awoke a couple of hours later and left him as he slept on. As she moved through the trees she was stalked. By the time she realized the danger.. it was too late.
Hopelessness.
At the end of her sojourn into the past, the fae is forced to face her present once again. Misery was her existence. Cynvalas-Aensland, her rapist, tormentor and personal demon, had left her alone in his lair her back bloodied, thighs stained with crimson from the brutal use of her sex, neck and wrists bruised from the wooden yoke as well as hair thinned out from vicious pulling, strands of silken tresses scattered about. With spirit all but broken, the once joyful, mischievous fae was feeling not only the life ebbing from her body.. but hope.
Would this be the end for her? Only time will tell.. and there was not much of that left in the hourglass that bore the fae's name. Aedynn.
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As fate would have it she was rescued by one of her tormentors, Xyvir, who found her only by chance. Curious as to why there were ravens clustering in the air and watching as a single bird would disappear into the trees only to rise and rejoin its bretheren, he figured that whatever feast they were waiting upon had not quite died, yet.
It was to his horror that he found the very fae he had attempted to claim for his very own. Releasing her from all that made her suffer, he then took her in his arms and carried her back to Nanthalion to seek the services of a healer.
Time seemed to go so very slow as the next few days passed and there were some changes that the fae was experiencing that were startling. Physical differences that seem to be the mark of what she had endured.
Where, once, pale gray-blue eyes would peer out at the world, there were now eyes without color. White orbs that appeared blind, but could see just as clearly as before. No trace of iris, or pupil could be seen. Her skin deepened from ivory fairness to a deep, almost firey tone. Hair that was once vividly crimson was now tinted to a darker, more rich maroon with the only traces of her former color as highlights. But, the most striking change of all, were her wings. Before her wings looked as if they were living flame when in motion, now, even as they lay resting, that illusion was still present. A constant reminder to any who would see that she was Bisque, a fae of fire.
There had been stories of those who had experienced death in the way of the fae* and had gone back to the faerie realm, gaining the status of elder, who had come back changed. Their passing had been the result of wickedness, or evil. A darkness that tainted the light of Nature's children. And though she had not fully moved from the plane of man back into the realm of faeries, it was obvious that she had been tainted by her tormentor's darkness.
Elders were looked to for advice and wisdom. For, though they felt joy and happines, it was no longer with the carefree abandon that they once held before their passing. Again, for Aedynn, only time would tell if her transformation was on the inside as well as the outside. Because, even though she had almost returned to the faerie realm to assume the status of elder, she had been pulled back into the mortal world by the sheer force of Xyvir's will.
*Fae are immortal and do not experience death as mortals do - see the Fae write up for more info.
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