Legends of Belariath
Allyssia
She has the tall thin frame of her Sylvan mother, standing 5"11' with the full hips and bust of her father's race. Her eyes are a golden yellow and slitted and she has long red hair that flows down her back in loose curls. There is a single braid in her hair and braided into it is a red torian feather. A gift from a new friend of hers. Her furr is a deep purple. She has stripes of fur on both cheeks. Her (c cup) breasts are covered in bikini lined furr that extends down to her rib cage and end in points on her back. Furr also covers her arms hands feet and legs. She has the cat ears and tail of her father's race. Around her neck is a short thin red leather strap with a gold bell on it. Her full firm buttocks adds to the allure of the rest of her body. speaks Elvish that she learned from her mom, the tongue of the cat people from dad, and common. After walking through the msts her memories have returned to her and with it the language of the moriel which she speakes fluently.Items She owns: a spider silk dress that goes down about two inches past her sex with slits that stop at the top of her hips. The top of the dress is in a criss-cross design.Recent Purchace (10-26-04): A silver necklace with 5 major lavender gems in a v shape with a larger exceptionale amythyst gem within the center.Items given to her by her former mistress Tempest`(04-12-04):1 belt4 Shirts - 1 white, 1 black, and 1 blue 1 midnight blue with gold embrodary.5 Skirt (short) - 1 mid thigh length black silk skirt, 1 black one that tapers down to oneside , 1 white, 1 black leather and 1 blue, 1 midnight blue with gold embrodary3 Dress (short) - 1 blue, 1 lavander, and 1 soft hunter green with a light green trim. Allsilk.4 Dress (ankle length) - 1 soft pink dress, 2 spider silk {baby doll cut} and 1 soft lightlavander.6 Leggings (simple) to match dresses.. white, 2 black, 1 pink, 1 lavander, 1 blue and 1hunter green 6 Trousers: 2 brown suied pants, 2 black leather pants, 2 padded down the front to theknees like my work pants..leather and black. 2 work shirts - 2 black silk shirts, tapered poets shirts from elbow to wrist. 1 Cloak - is silk and fur lined, the color midnight blue and the softest of gray fur.1 Cloak- silk cloak with fur lining, 1 Summer cloak of black silk and lined with silk.2 Nightgown - silk, 1 white, 1 short baby doll spider slik for working in the bath housewith tempest.1 Robe silk light blue short for use in bath house.2- shifts silk6 Panties- 1 navy blue, 1 blue, 1 burgandy, 1 dark midnight blue, 1 white, 1 black.2 Halter/Bra 2 pair of soft sole boots: 1 black and 1 tan1 Boots, thigh high boots3 pair of slippers black satin1 fur blanketWeapons and Armor:1 dagger atk 11 whip atk 11 mithril rapier atk 31 leather armor def 1
Background:
((OOC note the words that are in are things that I have added after her excursion to the mists about Unigo. Hope you enjoy!))
”I have a reoccurring dream. I'm eight and my parents are walking me through a field, our field, I think. They are smiling down at me and holding my hands. I smile up at them my tail swaying happily behind me. My mother's hair blows in the wind catching the sunlight and shining a deep auburn.I run ahead of them a little giggling and swirling my new pink dress blowing in the wind. My father smiles and begins to chase after me always staying a little behind. I stop and whirl around but papa and mama aren’t there. I check the high grass for papa's tail or mama's hair but I can't see them. A small shiver of panic moves through me a whimper passing through my lips.Soon papa's arms wrap around me and he lifts me to his chest, hugging me tightly. Mama stands from the grass and hugs us both to her chest. We stand there for a while laughing and hugging but then papa stops laughing. His ears twitch and he stiffens. A frightened look comes to his eyes and he pushes me into mama's arms.'Hide.' He says to mama before dashing off into the grass towards or village.Mama nods and runs with me in her arms she ducks down into a tall brush near the first line of trees of the forest. Mama strokes my hair lovingly trying to calm me down. Her eyes search the horizon like a hawk's.Some time after screams begin to rise. The clash of metal on metal and the sound of fire mixes into the screams. Mama rises and pulls her sword from its scabbard. She looks to me. 'Stay here.' She says before disappearing into the high grass.After a while she comes back her face is flushed and her clothes are stained with blood and dirt. Her sword drips with blood. She reaches down and grabs me taking off into the trees at a full run. I look over her shoulder and my eyes widen at the sight of thick black clouds of smoke rolling up from my village. The smell of smoke stings my nose as the sight disappears behind the trees... But where is papa?I look down to my mama as she runs her face is covered in tears. I look behind us... nothing... no birds chirp, the wind doesn't blow; there is just the sound of mama running. Then I see him... a dark shadow moving through the trees. My eyes seek out anymore and find them. There were two to the right and three to the left. Shadows with bone white hair. Tears pour from my eyes.'Mama... What are they?''Elves... Dark Elves.' she replies.Regardless of how much and how fast she runs they keep getting closer and closer. Suddenly mama stumbles landing hard to the forest ground. The force of her trip tosses me from her arms and I land in the brush. I moan from the pain of my landing and look up to see mother lying on the floor not moving. I can't see any figures and it is extremely quiet. Suddenly mama moves. She lifts her chest from the ground with groans of pain. Her eyes mark where I have landed but she continues to look around her. She calls out loudly. 'Katie... Katie...' But it's not my name and I know not to respond.A figure steps out of the trees in front of her. She looks up to him tears running down her cheek. She rises to her feet grabbing her sword and holding it ready.'If you want to take me you will have to do so after I am dead!' She yells to the figure. A small chuckle comes from the man in response as he pulls his sword up. Mama spits at his feet looking into his eyes defiantly. **Shakes her head** There is more to this…. I was there, in the mists, watching it all happen… He spoke… ‘Rhapsody, look around see all the death brought… All these elves and cats are dead because of you!.. If only you wouldn’t have let that sweet talking fool of a cat talk you into escaping this all could have been avoided! But it was your decision and now he is dead and you are coming back with me!’The man steps closer his sword at the ready. He moves quickly aiming a shot at her legs but she blocks the bow swinging around to land a hard punch to the back of his head with her fist. He groans and stumbles forward before swirling around. Mama charges for him but he blocks her hit driving her off balance and making a deep cut along her ribs. A loud scream rent the air as the cut was made. She whirls around aiming for his legs but he easily blocks her shot and punches her down to the ground. He moves around kicking her sword away from her and lands several hard kicks to her ribs. The sharp edge of her his blade points down to her neck and she looks up to him tears running freely from her eyes. The right one swelling from the punch he had landed.She trembles and a sigh comes from her. 'I love you....' Her mouth sounds out the name but I can't hear it. No I can hear it now the mists have revealed it to me… My name is Aria…With a quick jerk she sat up pushing the blade into her throat... Oh god the sounds of her sputtering and the flow of blood that burst from the wound in her neck as she tries to breathe… **Shudders** It was too much…
The elves came out of their hiding and the man that killed my mother spoke once more. ‘Damn it… Aria?... There is someone else in these woods, find her now!’ he yells this to the others and they hiss to him before looking through the brush… As I stand there looking over this scene my eyes move to were the younger version of me had hidden, but I was not there.. Suddenly there is a light tug at my sleeve and I look down to see my younger self standing next to me…Her pink dress is stained with blood, grass, and dirt. But perhaps the most disturbing is that her face has my mother’s blood splattered across it. She looks up to me and says. ‘Now you know… Our name is Aria.” Then I am back in the mists…
It is then that I wake up screaming out 'No!' My eyes are wide and I'm gasping for air. I no longer wake at this point.'Are these dreams real or just dreams? What is the name that my parents gave me?' Aria…These dreams and visions are real… They are my past… And that past is stained with blood… But now I know that I was indeed born a slave….”Her dreams are of how her parents died and her village was destroyed. Past this she knew nothing else about her past, but the mists have revealed some of her life’s further encounters. As her mother laid there dieing she stayed in the brush hiding from the elves that searched the area around her. The raiding party rode out later that day taking those that survived as slaves. Well after night fall, she moved to her mother's side holding her and crying loudly. After a while she stood and walked numbly through the high grass and corpses of those she knew and loved.
”My dreams have lengthened lately. I am no longer awakened by my mother’s blood spilling over the blade that she thrusts her neck into… Now I see the sky darken and my younger self crawl from the brush were I fell. I hold my mother' corpse begging her to wake. Her blood stains my pink dress and she never does. The sky is black when I leave her my feet carrying me away towards the village. The smoke that was rising from it has gone all that remains is that stain of ash that marks were the village once stood. There are bodies littered everywhere. All charred from fire and some are missing limbs. I climb over the last hill and walk through the ash and bodies. My eyes widen as there is a charred body not so far away covered in fur. I can see spots of unsinged purple fur and I run over to it. My hand comes out to grab the shoulder of the dead body and I pull rolling it onto its back. It's my father. His face is contorted with agony and there are three arrows sticking out of his chest. I can't breathe, the smell of ash, singed fur, and charred flesh gags me. It is then that I wake now, the smell, making me want to vomit. My body is covered in sweat and shaking uncontrollably. But now I want the dreams to come. They answer the questions that I have about my past. Maybe one day I'll have all the answers and my dreams will leave me forever.” I now have all of the answers and yet the dreams still remain. But they now go further... They expand into what the mists have revealed, and I now know that I will never be free of them…
Her house was half way burnt to the ground. She looked around for anything she could and then went down to the basement where the winter stores were. She lived out the winter and fallowing summer there before leaving. After that she lived for six years off of the land alone and malnourished. She had forgotten her name and her parents faces were beginning to vanish from her memory. It was later that summer that she was captured. “I was walking through a familiar forest. My ears twitched with the sounds of the forest and my eyes scanned the area around her. Suddenly the forest went silent. I froze and my ears perked up to hear any sounds that were around me.Panic ran through me like an over flowing river. I heard movement and turned to it and my eyes widened in fear at the shadow before me. The dark elf grabbed me by my throat lifting me from the ground… He looked me over his eyes flashing with recognition.
‘Aria?... Yes, you will take your mothers place as my slave little one.’
I kick my feet but flashes of things I don’t know or understand blind me…Shadows with bone white hair... Flames... Smoke... Blood... A silent spoken name...She collapsed to the floor, unconscious, as her mind raced. When she woke up she remembered nothing of her past. She was given a new name and was a slave. As far as she knew she had always been a slave. It wasn't till recently that she started having these dreams. Something about the forests of Nanthalion has brought them to her.
The mists have filled in the blanks of how she had ended up here…
‘I drop to the floor my sword a few inches from me.. I am still in the mists their fog blocking my path… When I reach back to grab my sword, however; I am in an underground cave stark naked clutching a badly made short sword. When I make to lift it a boot comes down onto the end and pins it to the ground. I look up the boot to find that it belongs to the elf, which had killed my mother. I hiss up to him and give the blade a sharp pull but he lifts his other foot and kicks me hard in the jaw sending me across the room.
He crosses over to me and lifts me up by my throat my feet are unable to touch the floor… He tisks at me while shaking his head… ‘Aria, you do this to yourself you know...’ His cold red eyes look into mine as I look defiantly back to him… In the same moriel hiss I say... ‘No you do it to me you bastered.’ Then spit in his face. His hand comes up and cuffs the side of my face hard. His cold eyes flash with anger as he looks on me… ‘Now, my dear, that you are of age I will be adding another course of training to your already full schedule… You will make a good sex toy, just as your elf slut mother was.”
My eyes widened ears flattening to my head… As he began to move I looked back panic in my eyes as I saw that he was taking me towards his bed. His other hand worked on removing his clothing…. I kicked and tried to claw my way free of his and but in seconds her had me hovering over the bed.
The scene changed and I was back in the mists fully clothed and armored but still being held above the ground by my throat… The elf gave a cruel smile then dropped me to the floor and faded… I clutch my throat and gasped for air... My hand instantly went for my sword and this time I clutched it and pushed up to my feet… I had to get out of the mists… Not so long after I had started moving again my foot caught on a root and I came crashing to the ground the air pushed out of my lungs… I gasped my eyes shut from pain, but when they opened I was on a huge bed in an underground cavern. I blinked looking around then moved over to lie on my back and looked down… My hand flew to neck and found a gold collar clamped around it… And then what I was wearing could only confirm my thoughts. About my arms were pink silk sleeves held on by gold bands and the rest of me was covered by a see through pink dress that had a huge slit up the front to keep my sex available for my master’s use… The door to the room opened and I looked up but despite my wishes a smile came to my face at the sight of my moriel master. He smiled back his eyes looking over my form… ‘My dearest Aria, that dress looks delicious on you…’ he crossed to the bed while removing his armor and clothes and moved his way between my spreading legs. ‘Hello master, would you like to use me now?” I asked with a delectably teasing squeak in my voice. He just smiled and went about using my body… I was screaming inside wanting him off of me despite my bodies sickening responsiveness to him… Then as he thrust into my body the last few times his seed spurting into my body I saw a flash of metal in my hands above is back. Then my arms snapped down and plunged into the back of his neck blood spirting from the gaping wound… In moriel I hissed up to him as stared at me eyes wide with pain and surprise... ’You will never again use my body for your sickening pleasure!’ With a sickening choking sound he slumped down onto my body his blood oozing over me and I screamed…. Shortly after guards came bursting into the room weapons drawn to find me crying and screaming with my master dead on top of me… When I saw them I pointed across the room to a broken door that led down another hall… Three of the guards took off down the passage while the two that stayed pulled my master’s corps off of me and helped me to chair.
The scene shifted I was back on the floor gasping for air my sword a few inches from me. I got to my feet and was about to bend over and pick up my sword when suddenly I was in a temple… I was underground but clean.. The walls and pillars were marble and their was an ancient moriel priest standing before me his hands on the side of my face.. In moriel he asked. ’Are you sure that you want your master’s rain over you to be taken from you, child?’ He asks his voice husky and dry.. Numbly I nod to him.. ‘Yes, his death is just too painful for me to live with…’ With that he begins to chant his voice husky and flat envelopes around my head for a moment there is a sharp pain in me head and then all is black… When I wake I am in the back of a wagon with a bunch of other slaves to be sold in Nanthalion… I knew nothing of my past and as far as I knew I had always been a slave…
I blink and I’m back on the outside of the mists weapons on my hips looking into the mists as I was before I had entered. But now I know my past.