A Little Snakie (Aka)

[Oryani]

Spring 82nd, 514 AV

Tunnels… so many tunnels. Stone in every direction, creating circular paths deep underground. It was a little… disturbing. What if the roof caved in? Surely that was a liability. And if something attacked… there was only one direction you could run. And, of course, you couldn’t bring a horse down here. Though Oryani suspected it would be eaten by the residents, rather than the beasts, before she could ride it. It was so different from the wide open landscape of the Sea of Grass, and the endless desert her mother had spoken about. That was what she lived for, not these cramped, claustrophobic places deep in Semele’s grip.

Though… was it better than the Jungle? That was the real question. The Jungle had been painful, annoying, and also cramped… the sky was blocked by layers and layers of interlocking leaves. Only rarely did you truly see sunlight… .and even then it was usually accompanied by rain. Rain gave her headaches, and was nearly as bad as the Ocean… and she didn’t want to think about that place. She’d been so sick on that journey it hadn’t been funny… but at least the Svefra on board had been decently friendly. These snake things were just… strange.

And that was it, the snake things. She was stuck inside all these tunnels with snakes. Humanoid snakes, sure, but they were all snakes at heart. She could prove it by the hissing. They never stopped hissing… it had to be a language. Or… something of the kind. They all sounded the same to the Drykas’ untrained ears. She could speak Pavi, Tawna and Common, and even recognize a little Kontinese and… whatever the Akalaks spoke… though she couldn’t say a word in the latter two. Each simply had it’s own kind of lilt that, after hearing it a few times, became recognizable. She never bothered to stay too long in Riverfall, though, so… those languages were strange to her. But the hissing was something else entirely. They were almost like Zith, so bestial as to be not quite human.

The Chatakwe had only spent a day or so in this crazy place, though it was hard to tell without Syna and Leth in constant view. She’d been dragged in, handed over to a few strange people who poked at her hands and marveled at her eyes, and then proceeded to show her off to a few other snakies. Snakies was a nice name… an amusing way to make fun of the race, whatever they were actually called. She’d keep it. Some of the snakies had been ok, staring and thinking and hissing, but some had poked and pulled, and laughed when she growled at them. It had been utterly humiliating, but she tried to push it out of her mind now. It had been satisfying to get a solid bite on one of their noses (as humans), despite how much pain she ended up earning afterwards. Muttering profanities in Tawna and Pavi was also relieved the stress, and gained her at least some kind of pleasure.

Eventually, after so many snakies she’d stopped counting, one tiny one arrived. And by tiny she was tiny. All the other snakies were big and bulky, in any form, towering over her despite Oryani’s own height. Both females and males were like this, when she was only used to the latter. But still… a small one came. She must have been five feet or something, she was so… short. Short and thin and scrawny. Was she a runt or something, like the way dogs had runts? It was an amusing thought. Still, the other snakies didn’t seem to bully her or anything, and most even showed some kind of respect to the little thing. It made her worry if there was some invisible danger she couldn’t quite see.

And finally this little one decided to buy. Buy her, apparently. Money changed hands at least, from Little to the ones who’d been there all along. And then she’d been dragged off down through the dreaded tunnels. It had been insulting, to be bought like that, and any other person would have been certain they were now a slave. But… the Drykas wasn’t. And it was for a simply reason.

She had her hair. The slaves she knew had short hair, cut off as soon as they were taken in. Drykas had long hair, with braids, to show off their pride and their culture. She wouldn’t be a slave until she’d lost her hair. She was betting on the snakies not knowing this, however, so she was safe for a while, at least. She had her braids, as messy and destroyed as they were, and her hair was as long as ever. When her hands were more loosely bound, when in the jungle, she’d tried to fix them up and make them neater, but she hadn’t gotten anywhere. Maybe she’d get a better chance here…

The silence while they walked grew awkward, and for some reason, the Chatakwe wanted to ask a question. A simply one, and not incredibly important, but she wanted to know. She didn’t even consider the thought that Little wouldn’t want to tell her. “Why are you… small?” she demanded, intending to be loud and dominant, but ending up muttering it instead. Her Common was shaky, and she would have liked to put more emphasis on the ‘small’, but she couldn’t remember the words for it. ‘Too’? ‘Plus’? Something like that. She knew most people spoke the language, and none of the snakies knew Tawna and Pavi… so she’d have to stick with the painful Common for now.

- Pavi - Common - Tawna -

[Soshakuakamamushi]

OOCSorry for the delay! Been busy with mod duties and just getting back to Aka.

1 Bell Ago...

The petite Viper Dhani Reimancer was sitting on her lavish crimson canopy bed in her fancy cavern-home, the Scarlet Cavern. A few things going on in her mind, one of them being her desire to gain another slave, for both mundane and pleasure purposes. Unlike her brutish giant cousins, Aka wasn't fond on literally consuming her slaves or abusing them, Aka treated them like one might treat a favored pet, her slave would be taken care for, fed, bathed, and of course, wore pretty accessories such as wrist and ankle shackles, combined with a pretty collar around their necks. Yes, she nodded, she could always treat herself another slave, she had the power and wealth to deserve them.

The proud female Dhani stood up from her bed, whisking away the curtains that separated her bedroom from her living room, as she traversed through her home, she passed her private prison cells, there were about two individuals in there, one female and male humans, bound to the wall by chains and shackles on their wrists, ankles, and neck, the two slaves submissively lowered their heads as their mistress walked by them, Aka merely gave them a small smirk of dominance, dolls should be like that, just sit in their cages, looking pretty, unable to move and escape, their very freedom in their mistress' hands. One more shall grace her little collections, Aka idly grabbed her coin pouch as she ventured out of her cavern.

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Later, In The Bastille...

At last, Aka arrived at Zinrah's very own dungeon, dubbed 'Bastille of the Wretched' for it rang true for the pitiful souls plucked out from the jungle wilds. Aka put her right hand to her hips as her crimson slits examined the usual gathering spot where prisoners would be sold as slave or food. It seemed a fresh batch of new captives had arrived, the short Viper strode forward, some of the males making way for the infamous Viper of the Flames. It felt so good to be a dominant female as how it should be in the matriarchal Dhani society, she built her reputation in this giant nest for a reason after all.

Aka examined the slaves, most of them were uninteresting, malnourished, or ugly, but one... one particular captive caught her crimson slits with her mesmerizing pure-black orbs. An exotic creature she was, with tanned desert skin and those trademark coal-like eyes, as the Viper spent the first century of her life in Eyktol Desert, she knew this particular woman was one of the Chaktawes. How odd, to meet one of her desert 'brethren' in this humid jungle land far away from home, "Her..." Aka simply raised her right index finger then pointed over the taller humanoid, a female Constrictor approached her then spoke the Chaktawe's price, two hundred gold mizas, quite expensive, but it was nothing for the wealthy Viper. Aka let the coins exchanged hands then she took the slave's chain-leash which was connected to the Chaktawe's collar, then she tugged at it, "Come, ssslave, you are mine now." The Viper gave her new slave a dominant smirk, despite her much smaller size.

As they walked back towards the Scarlet Sanctum, her slave finally spoke some intelligible words for the first time since she saw her, the familiar tone of the Chaktawe, oh how she relished it, it reminded her of home, and now, she would have a nice Chaktawe doll to play with. However, Aka slowed her pace, her breath hitched as the slave touched a sore spot in her pride, she disliked to be reminded of her size, which was considered small even for a Viper Dhani, and now her possession had the gall to question her new mistress, "Sssilence, ssslave!" The Viper snarled, abruptly turning around, looking up to gaze the slave's coal-black eyes with her scarlet reptilian slits, "You ssspeak when I tell you to ssspeak, underssstand?" She violently tugged the leash so the slave would be forced to bend down to her level, "You are mine from now own, body, mind, and sssoul... you don't have any rightsss assside from thossse I have granted you and I haven't grant you the right to ssspeak yet, pet!"

This slave might not fully realize her position here and Aka would rectify that, "Am I sssmall? Ahaha!" Aka waved off the topic for she knew she was small, she just didn't want to admit it, "Well, tell me your name, ssslave! Not that I would care much, but ssstill, I want to know, unless you want me to keep calling you 'ssslave' or 'doll' or 'pet'." After the Chaktawe gave her name, Aka would turn around then began leading the slave into her home, after they arrived, Aka would welcome her new slave, "Thisss isss my home, alssso your whole world from now on, you ssshall ssspend your daysss looking pretty in that cage over there," Aka gestured to an empty spot in the prison cell, "Forever." She let the realization sink in before giving a sliver sense of hope, "Unlesss you can prove yourssself ussseful to me. Ssso, what can you do beside looking pretty and tall, ssslave?"

[Oryani]

The red eyes of Oryani's new 'owner' were a little disturbing, but she was past strange eye colors by now. Anyways, she couldn't talk, comparing her own. The concept of having a leash, like a horse or bird, felt degrading, so she walked close enough that there was no feeling of being tugged. She felt stupid, being led around by this little... well... midget. Not a true one, but still... the woman -she had to be a child, really- was tiny!

Feeling down, however, did not leave her sad and weak. Rather, it was the opposite. It sparked up her temper once again, and she scowled at the walls, ceiling, and floor (which were one and the same) as if daring them to complain, to speak, or to mock her. When Little told her to be quiet instead of answering she almost growled, but held back the sound to simply glare back into the fiery red eyes of the snakie.

The tug brought out a choking noise and she bent abruptly, still staring straight into Little's eyes with every sign of defiance. If she could fight back in only one way -though she had many- she would never, ever, drop her eyes. It was generally considered that when someone wanted to show and agree that they were below someone, they looked down. Even dogs did it. She would never agree that she was below, and so she would never look down.

It was tempting to snap back at the woman-child, to insist that she was not a slave, but... after some debate, the Chatakwe held her tongue. If she couldn't say anything better than that, there was no point in saying anything at all. She didn't like the word pet either, and bared her teeth in response. She may have just been pushing the word, as pet implied animal, but it also meant tame...

It wasn't a good time, however, so she quickly returned to glaring and scowling, intensifying the expression when Little turned around. "My name," she said in a tense voice, "Is Oryani. She could have said nothing, but the snakie had said it herself. If the Drykas didn't give her name, she'd just be called a myriad of other stupid names. 'Oryani' was much better than all of those. What was irritating, however, was the fact that she wasn't graced with Little's name. She had no qualms with the current nickname, though.

The small creature's home was... strange. How could one consider it a home? It was so... cramped. That was a lie, partially, if talking about floor space. However, there was no sense of the outside that a tent gave, no fresh air, no sun streaming through the fabric. She was stuck in a rock, in a cave, and it felt... stuffy. The threat of staying there forever was the first thing to get a full reaction from the archer, and she paled visibly, worry in her eyes. She hated the place already, and if she stayed here... she didn't know what would happen. Bad things, probably.

She grasped the suggestion desperately, trying to think of something useful to give. However, almost as soon as she'd thought it, her expression darkened, irritated with herself now. She'd fallen for it, though with good reason. She wanted to say nothing, cross her arms, fight back... but the threat still lingered in the air, making her shiver just a little. "I can... ride," she finally settled on, picking one of her two best skills. The other, archery, wouldn't have been appropriate in this situation. Like anyone would give a slave a bow. Though... they'd given that Nathan a bow, and let him wander off by himself. That had been particularly stupid.

- Pavi - Common - Tawna -

[Soshakuakamamushi]

Common Snake-Tongue Arumenic

The slave's apparent defiant attitude irked her, but also excited the Viper at the same time, she would have a fun time slowly breaking her resolve. Not with whips or physical torture of course, that was the way of her brutish cousins, Aka was more fond of filling her slave's mind with despair then suddenly giving them a ray of hope, they could reach it if they just submitted completely to her, that was her way, her slave would be obedient, pretty, and physically unharmed, she couldn't care less about their mental state, as long as they were obedient, it was good enough for her.

Aka tilted her head, waiting for the slave's - who was apparently named Oryani - answers, "Well, O-ri-a-ni?" Aka slurred out the Chaktawe's name. The Viper impatiently tapped her foot on the ground, crossing her arms across her non-existent chest. At last, the new slave answered, now visibly shivering, "Ride?" Aka didn't hide her confusion and lack of appreciation for her answers. "Ride what?" The Viper asked, if she meant those strange four-legged creatures called 'horses' that humans were so fond about, then her fate was sealed, there were no horses in Zinrah, heck, in the Falyndar Jungle. Even those Bronze Monkeys didn't use horses, they rode menacing tigers and giant monitor lizards instead. Aka shrugged as she sighed, "Not good, you are uselesss, aren't you?" Aka spoke with a tone like a mentor who failed her student.

She tugged at Oryani's collar, heading to a prison cell, "But you look pretty though, I bet you make a nice decoration, that isss why I bought you after all, get it, pet?" Assuming Oryani would obey, Aka would unlock the 'lock', which was sealed by sturdy crimson stone, with her reimancy, attracting the element with a small amount of res, barely noticeable for a master reimancer. After she unlocked it, Aka would open the door and momentarily pushed Oryani inside before she followed suit, closing the cell door.

"Alright, doll, thisss will be your whole world from now on, brand that in your mind, there isss no jungle, no desssert, no Zinrah... thisss pretty cage, isss your home, your prison, your world." Aka grinned, speaking nonchalantly then with great ease, the Viper exhumed her res as it covered Oryani's neck, creating an earthen collar over her previous one, "I'm going to ressstrain you with thisss pretty cuffsss, try anything funny..." She flashed the Chaktawe a dangerous look despite her small frame, "And I will crusssh your neck..." Of course, she wouldn't do it with her own hands, she would clench the sturdy stone collar with her reimancy.

As the threat lingered in the air, Aka would proceed to grab the wall-mounted steel chain shackles then deftly fashioned them into Oryani's wrists and ankles, after it was done and the woman all restrained, Aka willed her reimancy to remove the stone collar. The chain measured up to a few feet so Oryani could move about, but even reaching the cell door would be impossible, "Now ssstay there, I'll visssit you for a playtime later, perhapsss a few daysss... don't worry, I have a ssservant that will feed you, give you drinksss, and bath you, hehe... I want you to keep looking pretty after all~" With a happy skip, Aka went to the door, exited the cell, then locked it, with a mundane key this time. "Bye-bye~" With a happy wave of her hand, she left, leaving Oryani alone in her personal prison cell.

OOCAka will return in about two days.

A female Dhani caretaker, employed by Aka, will come every few bells to feed the slaves and clean them. Feel free to RP her, make her name up, and everything.

If you need me to change anything, just PM.

[Oryani]

Oryani scowled at the mention that someone who could ride was useless. In Endrykas, even the youngest children learned, and those who couldn't ride were either disabled or disgraced. The world revolved around horses... didn't these stupid snakes know?

She didn't resist when tugged towards the cage, more that she wasn't quite paying attention to anything other than her anger, and was surprised by the movement. She stumbled a little, still having to bend over to make up for Little's height. The concept of being a pretty decoration made her even more angry, a rage that was building up at all this idiocy. Within moments she was shoved into the cell, with the door closed behind her.

She turned awkwardly around to glare at Little, since there was nothing else she could do. She wanted to punch the stupid snakie, see an arrow go through her body. That was what the Drykas did to such people. Well... maybe not. It was what she would do, if she could get her hands around the creature's throat... but she was stuck in this stupid metal box, apparently with a collar that Little could use to crush her throat. It didn't give her any kind of a pleasant feeling, though the snake was smiling.

Oryani bared her teeth as Little chained her to the wall like an animal, but the threat of the collar still lingered. She didn't know if it was a lie or a truth, but it had still created a small sense of fear. She wasn't going to fight... at least quite yet. She didn't make it easy though, stiffening her muscles to the snakie would have to put some effort into moving her limbs. That at least gave her a tiny tinge of pleasure, to counter the fear.

Then the collar was removed, and she was... left. Left alone, here, stuck in this cell, not able to move or leave or... anything. There was no sun, no grass... nothing. Just a stone room. Only a few ticks after Little had left, the Chatakwe slumped against her chains, resigned for now. She was tired, so tired, after the trek through the jungle. All this fighting was tiring. It was tempting to just... stop. But she knew she couldn't, she wouldn't. She could rest now, until Little returned. That wouldn't be giving in, right? No. If there was no one to see, no one would know. It would be a waste, anyways.

With that question answered, she closed her eyes and attempted to get some kind of rest, despite the uncomfortable position and thoughts flying through her mind.

It turned out that she eventually did find sleep, as she was awoken with a start to the sounds of people moving. She glanced up in surprise, clenching her teeth at the way her muscles had tensed up. There was a new woman in the room, doing basic work, and feeding the other slaves. The others seemed so quiet, so weak, so subservient. Would she become like them? No. No she wouldn't. Ever. Now that there was someone to observe however, the Chatakwe began to feel humiliated at her position and her chains.

The servant eventually came to her, starting with water. She simply stuck the waterskin on Oryani's mouth and expected the Drykas to drink. She tried, at least... though most ended up spilling down her chin and neck. After a few moments of that, the food came. There hadn't been as much water as a normal person would drink, but the archer was alright with this. Only just before she'd been sold she'd been allowed to drink all she wanted. She could last almost ten days on what she had...

The food was a little less messy, but much more awkward. Oryani couldn't figure out where to look. She didn't want to look at the servant, and the ground didn't seem to work either. She eventually gave up and looked at the food that was being force fed, trying her best to get some of that down. She didn't like the growing feeling that came from all this, that had started since she'd been put in this cage and was slowly and surely worming it's way into her mind.

Time passed. The servant came and left. She couldn't see the sun, so there was no way to keep track of the time. In fact, her mind was more overwhelmed with sheer boredom with humility by the time Little actually returned. She had never gone so long without some kind of stimulation... it was itching on her nerves. She needed to get out, she needed to leave, she needed to move.

- Pavi - Common - Tawna -

[Soshakuakamamushi]

Common Snake-Tongue Arumenic

Two long days later...

"Hm hm hm~" A happy humming could be heard as it echoed in the walls of Aka's fancy cavern-home, the Mistress finally returned to visit her collections as she passed each of their cages, checking for their conditions like a girl might to her dolls, though she stopped at one particular cell, "Well, hello there, ssslave!" Aka mocked the Chaktawe as she grasped the bars with both of her hands, utterly looking down upon the taller woman like she was a lesser being, worthy to be servants and slaves, stomped under the heel of the glorious Dhani. "Why the long face?" Aka cooed, slightly tilting her head to further humiliate the Chaktawe.

A jingling of keys echoed as Aka took out a ring of keys then used one of them to unlock Oryani's cage, she went inside but stopped at the spot just before Oryani's chained limbs could reach, crossing her arms over her chest, "Ssso, have you think about your posssition now, pet? Or ssshould I give you more 'ssself-contemplation' time? Perhapsss a week to get you head straight on what exactly you are here," The Viper then grabbed the leash on Oryani's collar then yanked her neck forward, "You are a possession, worth asss much asss my ring or the sheetsss on my bed, everything that you were before thisss are meaninglesss, I am your Mistress, your Goddess, the only perssson you submit your mind, body, and sssoul."

THe Viper let her words sink for a while then continued, "Well, I think it isss time you call me properly, my name isss Soshakuakamamushi, but you can call me 'Mistress Aka' or 'Mistress' will do, go on now, ssssay it," Aka yanked the leash again, "SSSAY IT!"

Whether Oryani heeded her words or not, Aka would continue to degrade the Chaktawe's pride further, "We might be coming from the sssame homeland, but here in the den of Constrictorsss, you are nothing, I asssked about your ssskill and you gave me sssomething I have no ussse for, horsesss, pfft..." She spat, "They are good for food and not much elssse around here." Aka then used her other hand to grab a fistful of Oryani's long hair then would force her head down, down, until she reached her feet, "Lick my feet and beg for your releassse, ssslave, I may graciousssly provide you with a walk around the tunnelsss, like the good little bitch you are." She spoke harshly and without mercy, intending to utterly crush the slave's sense of self-worth.

[Oryani]

Little’s arrival was met at first with a start, and then a scowl as the creature began speaking. Oryani had managed to zone out and avoid her utter boredom. Part of her was a little pleased that something would happen… even if it was humiliating, or insulting, or annoying. The ‘long face’ statement was rather accurate, as the Drykas’ face was stuck into a deep frown, her eyes glaring daggers at the snakie.

Little then went to rattle on about how Oryani was a slave, nothing more, and so on… but the person in question simply ignored it. She closed her eyes just to mentally enhance the sense of ‘don’t care’. She noticed a few bits, however, which just made her even more irritated, rather than humiliated. Her eyes finally jerked open when the snakie grabbed her collar, and let out a grunt at the forced movement. There was more lecturing, questions she didn’t answer, and then… a request. No, a demand. A name given, some kind of gibberish that didn’t really make sense. Then she was asked to call this ‘Aka’ Mistress.

There was several moments of silence as Oryani did nothing, stood frozen with an expression of defiance. Then… something came to her. Her knowledge of Common was limited, which had made ignoring Little’s comments actually easier. However, she did know an alter definition of the word ‘Mistress’. Someone had mentioned it to her, once. It was more of an insult than a compliment. Thinking of the word that way… she could say it.

“Mistress Aka,” she stated, in a voice that trailed a thin line of pleasure. It was an inside joke, and one she wasn’t about to explain. Thinking of the snakie as a ‘Mistress’ was highly amusing, and several images came to mind. Her expression was that of a half-restrained grin, pleased at the revelation, but also wanting to hide it from Aka. She didn’t do very well at the last goal.

She was then dragged even further down, shoved degrading comments that she again zoned out, and issued another order. Another symbol of subservience, of humility. She was expected to lick the dirty little snake’s feet. However, this time, she couldn’t think of a good excuse to give. Her mind raced through possibilities, but…. nothing. Half of her wanted to get out, leave, walk, do something… but it kept stopping on the part where she had to lick someone’s feet. That was just… out of the question.

She came to a decision, and made a half grimace half smile at the choice, which was hidden by her bent head. She hoped Little squealed, no matter what the punishment would have been. She leaned down further as if to do what Aka asked… then spat with full force on the funny little toes.

- Pavi - Common - Tawna -

[Soshakuakamamushi]

Common Snake-Tongue Arumenic

"Sssahahaha, good pet, good pet~" When the Chaktawe called her 'Mistress', The Viper extended her left hand as she patted Oryani's head as if she was a dog, smirking in a very arrogant manner in her attempt to crush any pride this black-eyed woman might have left. The Viper didn't see this woman as anything more than a possession she could do as she saw fit, but she was a good Mistress, "Sssince I'm a kind Massster, I won't punisssh or hurt you if you act like a good pet, get it, ssslave?" Aka tilted her head.

"..." The Viper went eerily silent however, when the slave attempted a foolish of defiance, this little bitch dared to spit on her feet. Aka held back her reflexive reaction of wiping her foot, she simply stood there, gazing down upon the Chaktawe with a clear look of contempt, with a rough shove, Aka let go of Oryani's leash then pushed her back, "Hmph..." The Viper huffed, exhuming a small amount of res on her stained foot then ignited it, literally burning her own foot with flames, however the gnosis if Ivak kept her safe as the flames evaporated Oryani's salive. She did this exaggerated gesture just to show to Oryani on who exactly she was messing with.

Not stopping there, gaseous res also began puring out from the skin on her left eyelid, then it moved to cover her eye, with a force of will, Aka ignited the res there, creating the look of a 'fiery' eye, to non-verbally show this slave about her mistress' powers, "Ssso..." Aka approached further, a grin on her lips, the flame still blazing on her eyes, but she looked as fine as ever, "You are not jussst a uselesss ssslave, I ssse..." Her right hand extended, raising an index finger to tip Oryani's chin, "You are a dumb uselesss bitch, I have no ussse for a dumb pet other than being a decoration, ssso be a decoration you ssshall... but asss I sssaid, I'm a kind Mistress, ssso... I'll come back... when I decided to."

With a huff, Aka turned around then exited Oryani's cage, "Oh, for your punissshment of sssoiling my feet, no food and drinksss until I return... I know your kind, ssslave, you can sssurvive without water for a long time, but let'sss sssee... you survive for a, let'sss sssay," She paused then grinned at Oryani, "a few weeksss? Hahaha... Sssahahahaha!" With a condescending hiss-cackle, Aka left, leaving Oryani alone once more and this time, she made sure to leave her own her own for a long good time.

OOCShe'll come back in 14 days!

Poor Oryani...

[Oryani]

The sight of Little's foot burning was a scary one... how did she do it? Oryani stared in shock, then glanced up to see something even more fearful... the snake's eyes burning with flames. She couldn't move her own eyes, now understanding how someone so puny could survive in a cavern of giants. If they could produce flames like that... the Chatakwe didn't want them touching her own body. It felt like they'd be cursed, or something.

The suggestion of being left in the cage for longer than before made Oryani groan inwardly, regretting her earlier decision. Maybe it hadn't been smart. If she acted subservient, did it still mean she was like that in her mind? If what you thought was what you did, did what you do mean what you thought? If that made any sense at all.

She didn't bother with any kind of scowling or resistance as Aka left, but simply... slumped. She felt tired already, tired of what was yet to come. She didn't know if she could go four days longer than her maximum... maybe that servant snake would give her water anyways. And food... she didn't want to go without food for that long anyways. She didn't think the snake would let an expensive slave die, though...

Her thoughts went in spirals and circles as the bells passed, flicking over memories and thoughts repetitively, sometimes glaring furiously at the ground, sometimes close to tears. The latter was generally from the image of Khal's death. She thought she'd gotten over it, but they'd been... bonded. It wasn't just an emotional tie, it was nearly physical, cultural. Losing him was like loosing... everything.

Boredness creeped in slowly as well, until she decided that she'd do anything, anything to simply get out of this room. Out of this cage. Even if it wasn't the caverns, if it wasn't the sun or the moon or the sky... she wanted out.

OOCSorry for the shortness, but anything else would have probably just been me going on XD

- Pavi - Common - Tawna -

[Soshakuakamamushi]

Common Snake-Tongue Arumenic

It was not until about two weeks later than the Viper finally returned to her lavish cavern room, the tiny tyrannical girl made her way to Oryani's prison cell in a stride oozing with arrogance and pride, she didn't bother to even gave a glance at the other slaves, they had been broken and she wouldn't have to worry about them, this Chaktawe though... she would like to see the results of her training, "Greetingsss, ssslave~ Long time no ssse," She mocked the Chaktawe as Aka entered the cavern, then she kicked the door open... Ouch! wincing as she did so, the Viper wasn't much in terms of physical strength, and the little show was a bit more that she could chew - or swallow since snakes don't chew.

Trying hard to ignore the throbbing pain on her right foot, Aka entered the cavern then immediately grabbed Oryani's leash, pulling her down to her height, "Ssso, I think your mind hasss been ssstraightened out, no?" She yanked it downwards, forcing Oryani to look at her pale feet, "I will asssk you again, pet ssslave, lick my feet and acknowledge me as your Massster! Right. Now!" For good measure, Aka's left foot raised up as she stomped the back of Oryani's head, degrading and humiliating her further, "Do it! Then I will grant you releasssse from the cage..." Of couse, she meant temporarily released, but Oryani didn't need to know that.

Then something clicked in Aka's mind, the Viper opted to berate her further, "Do you think you are ssspecial jussst becaussse we are desert-kin, ssslave? Ha!" She spat, hunching down as she applied more pressure to her left foot, "Noooo, oh no no, you may be a bit more expensssive than the other ssslaves, but you are still a slave, MY possession, and do you what I do to possessions who won't act like one?" The Viper hiss-whispered to Oryani's ear, "I feed them to the Younglings... ssso, what would it be? A life of ssservitude at my ssside where I will take care of you, or~ a ssslow agonizing death as thossse little Constrictors consssumed partsss of your body... don't you think the anssswer isss obviousss? Now then, Kisss my feet and made an Oath, throw away your senssse of ssself, you are mine and mine alone, nothinng can change that."