Night is Day Pt. V

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This lazy agricultural settlement rests on the swampy shores of the Middle Suvan at the delta of The Kenash River. The River's slow moving bayou waters have bred a different sort of people - rugged, cultured, and somewhat violent. Sprawling plantations of tobacco and cotton grow on the outskirts of the swamp in the rich Cyphrus soils, while the city itself curls around the bayou and spawns decadence and sins of all sorts. Life is slower in Kenash, but the lack of pace is made up for in the excesses of food and flesh in a city where drinking, debauchery, gambling, slavery, and overbearing plantation families dominate the landscape.

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Night is Day Pt. V

Postby Lacerta on November 11th, 2013, 10:58 pm

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Winter 18th, 489 AV


Lacerta was having a bad day. She was stiff, uptight, and not open to any sorts of orders anybody would give her. Honestly, she just wanted to be alone… and maybe do some cooking. She’d gotten attached to the kitchen, as odd as it sounded, and preferred making bread rather than ‘serving’ out in the open world. However… dinner was coming up, and she was expected to wait at one of the tables. She hated doing that, and today was worse than normal, considering that another family was over for a political meeting. It meant she would have to be on her ‘best behavior’ as some said, but that just made her even more jittery. She hated being told what to do, and after over seven years of living in Kenash… she was so tired of the place. She wanted out, she wanted to get back to her music and sailing and freedom. However, each day showed her how hard it would be to get out of this. If she did try to run away… where would she go? She was so far away from the city, and if she was there… what then? She still had this dammed collar, which itched and irritated her every day. And how to get out of Kenash? Escape was impossible, for the moment… there’d have to be some kind of miracle to get her out of here. But she had time to wait for a miracle. She had lots of time.

She was dressed in nice clothes that were not her own, rather a stingkitchen, as odd as it sounded, and preferred making bread rather than ‘serving’ out in the open world. However… dinner was coming up, and she was expected to wait at one of the tables. She hated doing that, and today was worse than normal, considering that another family was over for a political meeting. It meant she would have to be on her ‘best behavior’ as some said, but that just made her even more jittery. She hated being told what to do, and after over seven years of living in Kenash… she was so tired of the place. She wanted out, she wanted to get back to her music and sailing and freedom. However, each day showed her how hard it would be to get out of this. If she did try to run away… where would she go? She was so far away from the city, and if she was there… what then? She still had this dammed collar, which itched and irritated her every day. And how to get out of Kenash? Escape was impossible, for the moment… there’d have to be some kind of miracle to get her out of here. But she had time to wait for a miracle. She had lots of time.

She was dressed in nice clothes that were not her own, rather a dress that looked pretty enough, but was incredibly uncomfortable. And she hated dresses… incredibly impractical. Though she didn’t mind looking nice once in a while, you couldn’t sail in a dress… so she’d never bothered to buy one. And you couldn’t look truly pretty, even with six arms, dark skin and several inches more than the tallest man in the room…. Not with a metal ring around your neck. However, as tempting as it was to mess with her ‘masters’, she knew it would just end badly for her. There was little she could do for revenge without getting some form of punishment. Instead, she tugged irritably at the ring around her neck, until a platter of steaming soup was shoved into her hands. The first course. Taking it delicately but carefully, she shifted the ladle’s position slightly before marching out of the kitchen with an air of annoyance. When she entered the room, among a few other servers, she saw the visiting family’s eyebrows raise. Though practically everyone knew of the Rajor Dynasty’s famed Ethaefal, they always loved to see her. However, since the sun had long disappeared over the horizon, they didn’t get the treat of seeing her full celestial form.

Taking the ladle in one of her free six hands, she moved over to the head of the table… the Head herself. Knowing to not anger the Dhani, Lacerta simply ducked her head and followed the slave before her, waiting for her turn to ladle the hot liquid into an empty bowl. Once the wine pourer had finished measuring out the exact amount of alcohol the constrictor wanted, the Eth took her place, carefully letting the thick soup dribble into the bowl. “Faster slave!” came a sharp order from somewhere, and the sailor quickly reacted, finishing off the scoop. Once the head nodded, she moved on to the next person to serve, feeling more tense and stressed than ever. She honestly hated serving. It made her feel so… low. But she was an Ethaefal, and would never, ever bow down to anyone. Ever. She may seem like a slave to these people, but would never consider herself as one. She didn’t give the look of an unbroken slave, but she certainly had the mentality of one… and that was something she planned on hiding for a while.

The next Rajor was Tressyl… her least favorite of all the Dynasty. He smirked as she approached, taking a delicate sip of his fresh-pored wine. She really, really hated this Dhani… almost as much as she hated Apus. But this hatred was more constant, since she always saw the Rajor. In her general irritation and annoyance, her arm slipped, and the soup went all over the man’s arms… oh great. She stared at the mess as Tressyl screeched in rage. He grabbed one of her arms, and she had just enough sense to quickly dump the ceramic pot of soup onto the table before reacting. Most of the family had been sensible enough not to touch her, but she was in a bad, stressed mood… a free hand lashed out and smashed awkwardly into the constrictor’s face. It hurt her wrist as well, but probably did more damage to the Rajor’s nose…

The yelling grew louder, and immediately she regretted her decision. Everything was in a mad flurry, but the Dhani was up, hitting her, someone grabbed her and dragged her away… but she wasn’t really focusing by then. A sharp blow had rendered her semi-concious, not really aware of what was going on around her. However, she did know one thing… she was in trouble. Big, big trouble. Tressyl would make her pay, half in revenge and the other half for the sheer fun of it.
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Night is Day Pt. V

Postby Lacerta on November 12th, 2013, 1:45 pm

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When she finally came back, Lacerta wasn’t entirely sure if she was asleep, or awake. It was dark… very dark. As in pitch black, without the slightest glimmer of light. No window, seemingly no crack in the door, and no lantern. Nothing. Pushing herself up with a groan, the Eth felt her head pound loudly. She reached back and found a cold, stone wall, and leaned against it awkwardly. Reaching out to her sides, she could barely reach the other walls with any of her six arms. Pushing herself into a standing position, she wobbled slightly, falling forward onto something else solid… but it wasn’t stone. It was wood. Warmer, with a nicer texture. Rubbing her hands along the width, she found edges where it edged into stone. Moving down…. No handle. It felt like a door, but there didn’t seem to be a way out from this side. Just… stone all around, with a single wooden entrance. Leaning back, she returned to her original position to think things out.

Alright… she was in a tiny room, trapped, with no light. This was probably Tressyl’s idea of a punishment… and it was a good one. A horrible one for her, though. Even the tiniest bit of sunlight would have kept her happy, but now? Nothing. No light. Just… dark. The pitch black… dark. Her eyes widened in an attempt to find the slightest glimmer of light, from a crack, the door, a wall…. anything. Anything to give her life, hope, and a way out. A way out of this room. A way out of this life. She was trapped, locked in a dark room for spilling soup for Syna knows how long. When would it end? Would she get out? Her mind was filling, brimming, overriding with question and stress, and… tears.

She hadn’t cried once over this whole ordeal. Not when she was caught, not when she was sold, not when she was first hit for messing up. Only now. As only now did she truly, utterly lack Syna’s light. Nothing… nothing at all. Even for only a few chimes… it was becoming traumatic. Like she was missing a part of herself that had always been there before. She’d always hated basements with a passion, and the cabin of her ship had small windows to allow in light at any time of day. Dark was… evil. There was no other word for it. Even Leth wasn’t truly the dark. He glowed with his own kind of light, pushing away and brightening the cold embrace of night. With the moon… darkness was warmer. But without it… it was harsh, and horrible. And Lacerta didn’t like it at all. Not at all.

Now tears were streaming down her cheeks, unhindered, and dripping onto her uncomfortable dress. She crossed a pair of arms and scowled at the door… despite her feelings, she was not going to sob. Tears were one thing, but full on crying? Not happening. If she had even the slightest grain of control now, it would be with this. With this one, tiny, piece of self-control. Satisfied that she could stop herself from breaking down from pure fear, she smirked at the far wall. She could be strong, right? Even without Syna, and her light… she could do things. She loved her goddess with all her heart, but sometimes… even the sun wasn’t there to hold you up. You had to do it yourself… and that was exactly what Lacerta was doing. You could say she was being willful, but in her opinion… she was just being sensible. Giving in was stupid, and not an option. Crying was giving in… so she didn’t cry. You couldn’t control tears, since they were a natural reaction… but you could control crying.

Sighing quietly to herself, the Eth shifted awkwardly, moving into a corner where she could rest more easily. She wiped the irritating tears from eyes, and shook her head with a quiet chuckle. Crossing all three pairs of arms, she closed her eyes to block the tenseness that no light brought her. Letting out a low breath, she tried to relax all the muscles in her body. Calm… she’d just wait this out. It wasn’t like they’d leave their incredibly expensive Ethaefal sitting in a cellar for the rest of her life… right? …Right? She felt a sudden surge of doubt, but shoved that away along with multiple other emotions. That was stupid, and illogical. She needed to be sensible and logical here, not fall into some deep emotional pit that would be impossible to crawl out of. Still, the doubt nagged at her constantly, whispering ‘what ifs’ over and over again.

The sailor rested her forehead on her knees, wrapping all six arms around her legs for comfort. She was tired, but too tense to sleep. Too stressed. And it kept growing… and growing. Despite her attempts to relax, her whole body was stiff and tight, and her mind kept remembering the dark that surrounded her. Dark. She was trapped. It was dark. She drew in a shakey breath, and let out a rough one. The tears came back, the fear returned…. This was horrible. Just… horrible. And it would just get worse when she returned to her celestial form. Her body began twitching randomly, and she tried to stare through the pitch black, in an attempt to see something, anything. A choked sob came out, than another. They quickly dissolved into full on weeping, quiet and painful. Until she remembered what she was doing, of course.

Growling to herself, Lacerta sat up and conveniently smacked her head against the stone wall. Yelping, she rubbed the bruised spot, tears of fear turning into tears of pain. Mentally, she scolded herself for being so stupid, while wiping her wet and sticky face. If anyone saw her, her eyes would probably be slightly redder than normal, but with this darkness… she doubted it. She could see nothing, so no one else would be able to see either. Sighing again, she returned to her original resting position. Calm. Wait. She could do that… right? She’d been patient for the last seven years, she could be patient for a lot longer than that. All she needed to do was wait this out, and avoid breaking down like someone weaker. Though she didn’t look it at times… she was determined, and thought of herself as stronger than most… and slightly above most others as well, though it wasn’t a negative feeling. Being about three hundred and fifty years old, coupled with being an Ethaefal, did that to you… at least in her opinion.
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Night is Day Pt. V

Postby Lacerta on November 12th, 2013, 8:28 pm

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After bells and bells of staring at her hands and waiting, Lacerta spotted something. A glow. Not coming from the door, or a wall, but… herself. The familiar twisting lights had returned. Like vines they entwined around all thirty of her fingers, lighting them, then moved to her hands, in a warm, friendly glow. She stared at the appendages in awe, loving the light after so long in darkness. Syna had come to give her a little gift, if for only a few moments. Though she knew it would end, she wished the glow could go on for ever… always lighting her with her goddess’ warmth. As the brightness encased her arms, shoulders, chest, head, she grew more and more delighted. In ticks, she was glowing all over, a shining light in the dark world. And then…

It was gone. She was back in the dark, with spiraled horns and only two arms. She knew it was morning… would someone come for her soon? Certainly slaves would be out and about by now, making breakfast for the Rajors, working in the fields, living their normal lives. Though the darkness pressed on her even more than before, it didn’t feel as oppressive. She missed Syna’s light even more than before, but felt… stronger… despite that. She could simply wait it out, and see what would come. She was more patient, and stronger, when Syna shone. Though she couldn’t see the goddess, she was there… giving radiance to all the other peoples of Mizahar.

The Eth leaned back, tilting her head so her horns didn’t sit in an awkward position. She closed her eyes with a quiet sigh, allowing the darkness to pass over her and create… calmness. She would wait this out, relax, and prepare for when the real thunder came. The moment someone opened that door… things would happen. She hadn’t yet decided if she would be the ‘perfect’ submissive slave, and apologise to Tressyl, groveling at his feet. It would certainly be the safer path… but it would be a major blow to her pride. She could be indignant, snort at the Dhani, ignore his orders… but that would be much, much more painful. And she would probably have to do through this again. She’d made a fool of the Rajor, and he was almost certainly pissed about it. Any Dynasty would. She’d spilled soup all over the man and then punched him… an accident of course, but still. He was also overdoing it a little, wasn’t he? The pitch darkness was a little… much. Maybe the door would open soon, then… hopefully.

As soon as she thought this, more light appeared. Her head shot to stare at the crack, a thin line of light near the floor. From the door… She watched it intently, eyes wide to catch all the brightness possible. Soon enough, it grew, and the entire door swung open. Her eyes shut immediately, the light too much for them… after so long in the dark, so much brightness made them burn. She tried to poke them open, see who was in front of her, who was… approaching? She heard two sharp footsteps and someone grab her harshly around her neck. She yelped in surprise, vision slowly growing to see… Tressyl, a scowl intimidating enough to make a croc run. She blanched slightly at it, but quickly hid her expression as the scowl turned into a smirk. Instead, she stared at him blankly, trying to wipe her face of all emotion… she’d made a decision. She wasn’t going to grovel like the Dhani expected. That would be to… insulting.

“Have fun?” he snarled, a chuckle in his tone as well. When she didn’t answer, the constrictor snorted. “Quite, huh?” His words were quickly followed by a sharp slap that made the Ethaefal wince. “Have any fun?” he roared, repeating his earlier question. She stayed silent, not really having an answer. She wasn’t going to give in and blubber like a child, but she wasn’t stupid to tell him, sarcastically of course, ‘yes’. Instead, the Rajor simply glared at her, before dropping his prize. Lacerta reached up to rub what she knew would be a bruise on her neck, then pushed herself up to stand. With the lowish ceiling, she had to bend over slightly… but it wasn’t too bad. She wanted to run out of this trap, this room, but Tressyl was still in the way… instead, she simply kept her face blank and emotionless. It was mostly because she didn’t quite know what to feel at the moment… so hiding wasn’t too hard.

Now that she was up and standing, the Dhani began his scolding. “Don’t you dare, ever spill soup or punch me again… or you’ll spend two nights in there. I know how you Ethaefal like your sunlight.” He snorted before turning on his heel, stalking out of the room… and leaving her alone. And the door open, actually. Her eyes finally adjusted to the light, Lacerta blinked once or twice, before taking a few tentative steps out of the room. Right… no one there to stop her. She’d just… head back to the kitchen, and try to forget this. Soak up some sunlight… recover. Dark wasn’t her favorite thing, and she wasn’t afraid to admit it. Glancing both ways down the dark corridor, she took the path Tressyl had and began to find her way back to the main house.
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Night is Day Pt. V

Postby Taylani on December 2nd, 2013, 3:47 am

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XP Award!


Lacerta:

XP Award:
  • +1 Brawling
  • +1 serving
  • +1 meditation

Lore:
  • The punishment for embarrassing your Master

Notes:Just a note, in your first post, your first paragraph was repeated twice :D
Comments :
A nice little solo. Don’t forget to edit your grade request in Kenash, and feel free to pm me any concerns about your grade.

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