Legends of Belariath
Nek`rothe
Nek is a beautiful little female moriel-kitten recently come from her home, her white waist length hair is silken to the touch, if one can get close enough to touch. Her deep crimson eyes never stray far from the floor it seems as she looks around quietly, her slender frame settling upon a stool as she reads her endless supply of books, always studying, yet there is something about this small one (4 feet 6 inch) that is unlike others of her race, her long pointed dark ears carry soft tufts of white fur upon the tips and down along the edge, canine teeth slightly sharper then should be, her nails longer, sharper, the long white furred tail sprouting from her backside the most obvious sign this girl is different then those of her kin.Little nek now wears a platinum collar around her slender throat**enchanted +1 def, Astarte, 10-18-04**.
Since her arrival in these lands she has been keeping a secert shame hidden from all, even her Mistress. But known by none, the little dark elven girl has a kittens tail, teeth and sharp claws.Upon the long white tail at its base a ring band of pure silver lay now, glittering softly in the light.
Upon her right arm, from wrist to shoulder now lay her own markings, a tattoo of a long single rose vine, swirling up along her arm, covering the dark skin with the thorn touched vine, upon her wrist lay two red rose blooms, another bloom upon her elbow, the last resting at her shoulder, if asked, she will not tell what they mean, for they are special to her, for reasons only she knows.
Male form** jaluk`rotheHis long black hair casading down over his shoulders, falling to the small of his back, his gleaming sapphire eyes piercing, watching all about him as he moved, the black tail sweeping out behind the muscular form, the lithe muscles rippling under his tanned skin easily, effortlessly.Items of note:*1 leather bound diary 1 slot*12 charcoal sticks*cat of nine tails whip*5 sets of leather cuffs*spreader bar*corkscrew like glass dildo* Anal beads* Massage and rubbing oils x2 (lavender scented)* Nipple clamps x2* Interconnecting pull-chain* Speaders* Friendly Persuasion * Riding crop*platinum collar given to her by Mistress Lia, protecting her girl from harm always**enchanted +1def*** 2 silver collar, upon the front of the collar the words 'nek rothe wanre' circle around a small glittering ruby gem. one worn by the kitten Clarise, the other not worn yet.*silver tail ring*white short skirt, with a small slit up along the right side, the skirt barely covers her firm rounded backside.*Silver top, ties around waist and neck, the silk covering her breasts, barely, and her stomach, the rest of her exposed.*new outfit: white leather tunic, removeable furlined cups from the front leaving her small pert breasts exposed; white leather skirt, kneel length with two slits along her thighs, exposing the dark skin beneath as she walks; thigh high leather boots, no heel with clasps holding the leather to her (used for working on her leathercraft)*set of spider silk panties and bra*short tight leather shorts, dull black*tight fitting leather halter vest, leather dull black pic: pic *2 leather pants, tight fitting, 1 brown, 1 black*3 poet type shirts, i white,1 crimson, 1 dark blue*leather thong panties*leather night gown/robe*silk and lace night gown/robe*black silk outfit, pantoon style bottoms, flaring out skirt like when still, a spidersilk viper wrapping around her left leg to curl up between her thighs to cover her bared sex with the spider silk, up over her stomach to her left breast, coiling over her shoulder to have the wide open jaws of the viper over her right breasts as if to bite at her nipple.*a leather crafting kit::Leather Worker’s Kit: 2 mallets, 5 scrapers, 5 leather needles, 5 gouges, 5 carving knives :: all made and given to her by Jabbuk StormWind, the case a white leather wrap, her name in blak placed upon it, his mark placed upon each tool and leather wrap, he made each tool for her small hands, made for her specifically.
*Mithril Long Sword: the pommel is engraved with a rose bloom, enamaled a deep crimson surrounded with a black back ground. A gift from her girls, Clarise and windflower.(enchanted +4, Astarte,April 13th 2005)
her pic: here
back ground:
The small dark elven girl now known as nek`rothe was born deep beneathe the lands of Belariath. The first and only daughter of debt slaves. Her parents seeing a way out offered their daughter, newly born was offered to their debtors in exchange for their freedom, the offer was accepted readily. The parents set free, little nek sold for their freedom. From that day raised in the ways of a house hold slave girl, her kind's aggresion beat down, made to become subservant from an early age. Upon her year of maturity, sold once more to a cruel Mistress of her own kind. Given the name of nek`rothe from this Mistress to which stayed with her through out. The small moriel girl left within Her harem of slave girls for the enjoyment of her guests, nearly tens years of this treatment was endured by the girl before she was sold once more to make a profit for the Mistress. This time to a surface dweller, a male with a deep gravely voice. Her true nightmare about to begin with this cruel, spiteful man, unknown to herself.
Under his 'care' she learned the true depths of human cruelity. He whipped and tortured without cause nor reason, purelly for his deprived enjoyment. Training he called it. The girl grew stronger under his hand, learning to turn the pain that seared through her into her own private pleasure. The only way she could deal with such treatment and remain sane in this time of her life. Unsure of how long this truely went on before learning of one single way to escape alive. Having grew close to on of his male servants she learned of the routine of the house hold from him. A plan forming in her mind, but before that could come to completion she was taken from the hold, her and a handfull of others, moved away from the house to a strongholding of the Master's own. The very first night there he demanded her for his own pleasure that eve. The girl shaking in fear from what she saw in his eyes, death, she knew she was not to survive this eve. She grew desprate she knew she had to escape his hand. That night, not too far into his pleasure, his length deeply embedded within her throat, the girl snapped, biting down sharply, the Master nearly loosing his shaft from her attack upon himself, releasing his grip long enough for the girl to escape him easily, looking back not once she moved to free the others.
The girl found the male slave she had grown close to, escaping the stronghold with relative ease with the Master near death. They ran, for days till they came upon a small unknown village, the man telling nek to remain hidden while he searched the area, needing food, water and clothing for the pair he risked it. She waited for two days before moving to make her way towards the village. Keeping hidden amonst the edges of the alley ways and building shadows.A small gasp of surprise rising from her throat as she spotted her friend, strung up in the middle of the village, the word 'runaway' branded cruelly upon his chest. The girl turned and ran. She ran untill, exhausted, she came upon another town, remaining upon the out skirts while she watched this time, hunger and shelter driving her towards one of the outter building, a sign, The Lonely Inn drawing her attention for a moment before the girl slipped inside silently. Her adventures here only beginning it seemed, meeting strong people here already, Lord Fei, Lord Halfmoon and his mate/compainion Ladt Tempest. All having helped her through her time here. Recently having changed collars, from the Loed Fei to the drak sen Mistress Lia Bloodhand, having seen within her what she had been seeking since time unremebered, the girl instantly given herself to the drak sen woman fully, since the day having met and she decided till the day she would die in her service. Another very dear friend she has come to admire and love in her own way the Lord StormWind which between them seems a growing relationship forming, but time would tell, the Lord teaching her the ways of leathercrafting, and so her story continues on....