Legends of Belariath
Selindri
Selindri.. High Elven.. born to be free.. screamed into slavehood..
High born indeed and delved deep into her want of the career chosen, the High elf rarely was seen outside her study until perhaps forced to see more of the world. Perhaps her parents had kept this beauty far to sheltered for most of that young life for there was an innate need for gentleness coupled with righteous words and actions. It was perhaps her aunt that insisted upon the girl getting out, to learn exactly what books and the deeds of those in a cloistered environment could not give. Experience. She wasn't shoved out but rather took the coaxing with a grain of salt, yet not frowned upon but rather looked forward to. Warned very heavily at the ways of man, she would gather what was precious and keep what was given to spend hidden away. For perhaps the last year now however, the High elf had indeed traveled, searching for something that would keep her in more then just a so so situation. Something to expand the mind and broaden horizons. Perhaps.. perhaps this place would garner more then just curious situations. Perhaps, even as she'd move along, that cobalt gaze searching along shops.. just perhaps.. she'd found the perfect calling.
From the lands of elves, a wispy lot, fair haired and light eye'd. She'd come with hopes and a bit of a dream and had it all dashed within an instance time. Isn't that how it all happens? What you expect the least will always occure and the high elf should have learned that lesson some time ago. Having left her own home certainly not unwanted, she'd travelled with very little and many an ideal. Yet her first night here had been anything but.. ideal.
From the forest path had come what she'd thought would be a gentlemen, or at the very least, not so unfriendly as to throw her to the ground and have his way. Ahh but things are strange. It wasn't just one man that decided upon this, but two. Therein was her first night in Nathanlion. And what a night it had been. Broken and dress torn, she'd made her way to the Inn and stuck to her own company for many a week. That is, until the wolven, Shadow Wolf had seen what he wanted out of the elf. A lovely willowy frame, a warm and kind nature.. an easy sounding voice and tender curves. He hadn't waited about for someone else to snatch her up but had taken it upon himself to do so.
Strung up within a dark and rank smelling dungeon, she'd learned the true meaning of frustration and pain. And it wasn't until he'd slapped a collar around that delicate throat and led her to the ISA that she'd learned what her fate was to be. Yet she didn't bemoan her fate to much, follow what was needed, gaining employment first at the Healers guild to the Naked Bird where she seemed to be happiest. People were welcome to those slanted cobalt depths, her manner always proper, polite. And warm to many that came in. Even now she was gaining a good reputation, those that met her spoke highly to her Master of her servitude and a few felt her easy pickings. But she kept herself aloft and proper which so far had learned many of the customers to stave off, or at least try and gain Shadows admittance to her charms. So far, none had been given and she could only be thankfull for that.
She'd run from her Master once.. for he did own another, duessa no less. Someone to help torment and grieve her when her Master wasn't about. She tried hard to step around the girl of course, but sooner or later her artfull dancing would be for naught and yet still she would continue trying. Moving. Keeping a step ahead if possible. With a new dress alloted her for the store hours worked and a short bow to start her own hunting, the slave was gaining in this world what she'd lost. And perhaps someday, she'd be able to buy back her own freedom, if the cost wasn't to steep that is.