Legends of Belariath
Vanity
She is of torian descent no doubt. Her skeletal structure is light and airy.Standing at five foot three inches, she is an average girl torian. Her eyes are colored an errant green with some blue freckling as if an afterthought. Her hair is the color of sunny ice; so blonde it's almost white. She weighs about fifty five pounds but is filled out properly. Vanity is now owned by Takao, a chirot who loathes torians. But, for some reason, he has chosen to treat this one sort of kindly, if one calls slavery kindness. In fact, he has just bought her some new clothes and has given her a pretty new collar. She wears it proudly- well, as proudly as any natural slave can actually show off. It is a collar made of delicately forged silver, strong and yet sparkling beautiful. It is furlined on the inside and bears the engraving of Takao. {Tak}
Lord Agregar was a beautiful but petty noble who enjoyed all things delicate and submissive. His cool eyes of blue and haughty well groomed appearance was taken of great care as well was his will to those that he dominated. And his was a thing of pride- his Vanity. The torian slave that he owned was one of great admiration and envy unto other nobles of near lands.
He liked to throw quite auspicious balls. One particular evening, when all the chandeliers were lit and the ladies danced in their sweeping ball gowns and the men in their powdered wigs, he decided to show off his prize in a very grand way. Having the slave adorned as a noble, he took her to the dance floor and waltzed her about as he would a courtesan, her hair done and her lips colored and only the most expensive jewels placed at her throat. She did everything that he bade of her.
Once the announcement was made for the 'Lilly Walk'- a procession of nobles with their escorts parading about in a slow delicate waltz beneath wreathes of funeral lilies- Lord Agregar took his slave by the hand and made towards the center spout of people. He began with his left and she with hers and they looked a god and goddess parading between the column of onlookers. Until they arrived at the end. Vanity's dress caught up under her diamond slipper and she tripped, pulling her master accidentally down with her and causing a terrible rip on the backside of his silken pants. With rage boiling, Lord Agregar stood with much pride and announced to all that after this small entertainment (for he had meant to do that) that there was to be an even greater reward. A night of wonderful singing that his jewel Vanity was to provide. Applause at his announcement rippled through the hall and Vanity, tears in her eyes and streaking her delicate rose cheeks was led off to be 'dressed' for the occasion.
One hour later, Lord Agregar arrived in a new tailored costume and he applied himself at a dais. Once there, he clapped for the servants to bring in Vanity. At that point, to the left of the dais, a curtain was opened and there was Vanity, strapped to a rounded table stood up for her whole body to be viewed, her figure turned away from the crowd with her backside shown for all to admire. Her wings were the only freed limbs and they shivered and fluttered in resolute frustration and fear. She did not struggle much to the appreciative eye of the crowd and her master. She could only shut her own pretty orbs and pray.
He strode to the standing table and looked over his wonderful slave, a cruel upheaval of brow marking his pretty face. Lord Agregar then proceeded to sink special hooks with small but strong mithril chains into parts of her feathery wings, sinking the barbs deep. She cried out at every one that hooked her flesh. The chain were then handed one by one to the noble and he tugged, oh so slowly, each one, pulling feather, skin, muscle and sinew alike. Vanity felt every stinging rip of her torture and was crying and screaming and praying to die as mercy the entire time. Most of the guests were unused to this kind of cruelty and ended up leaving because of it, even though the drink had dulled most of their senses to the violence.
Once the master was done with his toy for the evening, he turned to view the crowd's reaction and found mostly everyone gone. He was furious. The noble waved his hand and ordered for the torian's mutilated form to be tossed into the sea so he could never lay eyes upon her again.
It was done. By some whim of a merciful deity, Vanity lived and has come to Nanthalion, looking for a kind master or mistress- one who could perhaps help, heal and possibly be more forgiving than her last master. Maybe...just maybe- even have the fortune to be kind enough to take her to a healer- a miracle to be bought- for her wings to be re-grown.
::Update::Vanity had several creatures want to obtain her as a pet. None would have her though after several months. She finally took matters into her own hands, gathered her funds and visited the healer's guild. Colyn complied with her request and cast Re-Growth and Regeneration on her missing wings. (12-15-04)
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((*=purchased by Takao))*An ankle length spidersilk dress that is tight around the legs, keeping the wearer from walking very fast.*A short, spidersilk skirt.*A spidersilk blouse.*A pair of thigh high, high heeled black leather boots.*A heavy, fur lined cloak.*A collar made of delicately forged silver, strong and yet sparkling beautiful. It is furlined on the inside and bears the engraving of Takao. {Tak}