Legends of Belariath

Miyoko

Miyoko’s History -

A small half vulpine born into a somewhat peaceful time her home was In the mountains where long ago a grand stone city once stood, her mother a creamy white vixen of the celestial tribe and her father a Sylvan elf. The story of how they met is a long one and will be told some other time. She was a quite striking child deep amber eyes, pale skin, delicately pointed ears and soft creamy tail the color of her mother’s, by whom she was raised She would not know her father he had disappeared long ago most likely her half sister Tomamo had something to do with it... Tomamo was an evil sort and very powerful she took delight in roaming the country side in search of foolish men that would fall to her charms she also took joy in making mayhem where ever she could especially when it was shocking and grand, she finally wormed her way up to royalty, a courtesan in a high court. Placing herself as favorite in the harem with her vile charms she induced her lover to build immense pleasure garden just for her to walk in and slaughter his people for her amusement. But Tomamo’s real love was a necromancer named Germoha almost as evil as she was, he did return her affections in a certain way, but his sights where set on Miyoko as the prize silently watching her. Quiet and innocent with a sweet disposition Miyoko was the exact opposite of her sister Germoha went after Miyoko at first subtly, but his overtures grew stronger. Needless to say she didn’t return his affections. Many times Tomamo caught him talking with her, but it was always the same. She would sneer at Miyoko saying in her soft singsong voice. “Ah trying to steal my mate again, hmm, Miyoko? You disgusting little half breed, no one wants you… Why would he?” And with that she’d pull him along laughing softly if she said anything particularly cruel. He grew impatient and being a necromancer was much more powerful then she and she couldn’t do anything to stop it. One night hearing a soft sound she woke up unable to move paralyzed by a spell which had just been cast her looked around the room but couldn’t see anything as she was unable to move her head. Her breath increased as she began to panic just then a soothing voice unmistakable for any but Germoha broke the long silence as he strode into to her view “Don’t worry your little head my dear” he chimed in his strange hissing voice reaching to stroke her cheek she shuddered closing her eyes “Now then” he chuckled as he pulled down her covers tenderly, groping her through her night gown, he had just started to pull it up, When she found her voice and screamed for her mother who came rushing in Pulling him away from her daughter her eyes alight with all the fury of a mother fox protecting her kit “Too long you have watched her! “I have seen you haunt her steps! Stay away from her! This is the first and last time I will give you this warning!” she snarled, pointing a clawed finger in his face her mother, a powerful vixen in her own right as a three tailed vulpine, he knew the game was up and stood down with a sneer at the vixen as he walked out. When Tomamo found out she was furious and all her wraith was directed at the poor girl Screaming and accusing her of being a whore, that she had seduced Germoha Miyoko knew what her sister was capable of and that their mother was no longer powerful enough to stop her and stood helpless as one daughter tried to kill the other, she did not argue. Miyoko knew her mother could do nothing and she also knew what happened when someone argued with her sister, so she ran out of the main room down the hall just making it to the entrance before her sister cast a web which entwined itself with the white pillars in the entrance way. Not caring what it was she bolted through it…then nothing a cold blackness swallowed her a vast but she wasn’t alone for this was the spirit world, only souls lived there and hers was split apart each to go on looking for the other forever… It was agreed then that Tomamo had to be stopped and an idea to trap her sowed, to get her to touch a special magic stone if this happened her powers would fade and she would be trapped in side it, banished for life unless she is released. It wasn’t as hard to get her to touch the stone as you may imagine though, Tomamo had two great weakness vanity and greed and all that had to be done was give the beautiful glittering green stone made into a necklace as a gift to this wicked creature as soon as she touched it a loud screech emanated from her as she was split from herself her soul to be trapped in the glittering prison forever. Her mate was banished and stripped of his magic and her stone was cast into the moors by the elders of the tribe where strangely it grew to be a boulder, nothing would grow around it and birds would drop dead out of the sky for flying over it. Tomamo had not lost all her power she had just grown weak, her magic caged in stone. For years and years she would sit there imprisoned and seething, hungry for unjust revenge. But miyoko was trapped in a prison of her own wandering in the almost suffocating darkness. That was over 1000 years ago, it seemed that Tomamos magic had weakened now though, and miyoko was released but just barely. She was spat out of the darkness suddenly ending up in an unknown land.

The small half kitsune wandered though the cold night trudging on and on until the approaching dawn broke the nights hold and she could see a bit of civilization a shabby little Inn though a lot nicer then some she had passed, deciding that she needed a rest she entered the place just wanting a rest from the riggers of travel. Glancing around she finds a small room with cozy fire blazing she sits herself down near the fire to warm her tired body. After a while she begins to notice her surroundings the people the atmosphere just a little rough for her tastes but was suited well enough for her needs. Getting up from the fire she looks around curiously Just waiting for some creep to come up to her, but that didn’t happen Ah yes, I will use the old cliché dark and handsome stranger to describe him for that’s what he was, offering her a drink. Some would be a bit apprehensive about all this but there was something about him that made her comfortable able to let her guard down with him. She accepts the drink truly enthralled by this man with the velvety voice and dark intense looks. So sweetly does she follow him to his room at the inn and so sweetly does she give herself up to him in any way he chooses for the night. The next morning, still entwined in his bed they soon wake and over breakfast he offers a gift of a beautiful red and gold silk robe and a choice…to except this gift and leave to have only his goodwill… or stay as his slave and be under his protection from the violence of the world around them, she thinks about this choice and what it means to strip off throw away the cares of a world that was hard pressed to care about her, but also the more emotional side of being a slave and having to do everything her Master asks even if it is unpleasant even if it makes her jealous or hurts her… Accepting the beautiful gift, she also makes her choice… she wants to stay and offers up herself as a gift to him. So it was settled and her new life began… This was no violent collaring but an agreement between them, it wouldn’t be a spiteful, abusive slave and Master relationship it would be based on loyalty a much stronger base then fear… a kitsune is a strange creature, if you gain ones trust they will be loyal to you always, for life, and they are bound to their promises on pain of death. She had chosen to be a slave to him and know one else and it was not difficult to do for such a charming and kind Master she had received. The delicate beautiful methril bracelets on her wrist and ankles and the methril collar around her neck marked her as his property. she often wondered why why her. Why would such a handsome impressive man want such a scrawny little runaway fox girl like her…but it didn’t bother her she was being bound to him more with each passing day and like magic all her past fell by the wayside in the light of this new life ahead.

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