Kyla fought a bit as she was hosted up on to the saddle then froze, fearful. She let herself be strapped down and didn't move a muscle every one so tense it was like an over stretched rubber band. She knew what was coming next as he mounted up behind her and secured himself and sure enough the beast started to move.<br/><br/>She let out a piercing shriek when the bird launched from the tower and gripped onto the strap that held her closing her eyes. It was like being on a bad rollar coaster. Finally she cracked an eye open and then another and gasped at the city below them. She started to get dizzy but fought past it everything was so beautiful in it's own way, like looking into ancient Greece before it turned to ruin.<br/><br/>The warmth of the fur was appreciated and his body warmth helped keep the chill at bad as her brunette hair whipped in the wind as they flew. She examined the beasts below them unsure of their names of even what they really were. The caravans looked like a better way to travel in her mind and she looked at them longingly, though unsure what exactly pulled them it almost looked like a horse.<br/><br/>The view was gorgeous and she took it in wishing she could write down what she saw take pictures and journal it. An adventure of a life time, even if she was nude. She jumped when he finally spoke. "I'm not ashamed, I just have modesty and decency. Something you must have forgotten in all your time here." She snapped at him. The idea of any man she didn't know 'enjoying' her body made her noticeably cringe. She wasn't some sex doll for pleasure she was a human damn it. She had rights!<br/><br/>"Kyla, Kyla Legress." She answered. "I was the top journalist for a magazine in New York. I don't know what happened, one night I was out celebrating with my friends over winning an award for an article the next thing I knew I woke up here, being stripped and branded." Her voice held hatred towards those that had done so to her. "I've been here maybe a week. I don't know it's hard to keep track of time. That was the first time I was up for sale. My brand had healed enough to be attractive I suppose." She scoffed and still held tight to the straps that kept her on the bird. Her knuckles were white from grasping it so hard.<br/><br/>"How long until we reach this city?" She imdemanded having yet to call him master it was something she refused to call him despite him paying coin and saying he owned her she was her own damn person and she wouldn't stoop so low as to bow down to someone and call them master.<br/><br/>She had piercing grey eyes  that studied the world around her, the clouds over head, the way the sun shone. It seemed to set and rise the wrong way, though she knew nothing of the land. She had only been told she was now a slave for sale. That Gor was her home.