<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uqGUNNX.png)</div>The salty sea air swirled Bell's raven hair into her deep, quiet eyes. As she lifted her delicate hand to brush it from her face, she couldn't help taking in the dreadful environment she had been thrust into. Her servitude to the sly Archfey was the reason she found herself aboard the Harrier, so far away from the swamplands she called home.<br/><br/>It was almost a year ago that she completed the rite, her  Archfey had tasked her with..After a troublesome quest to retrieve a tatzlwyrm's claw...Bell had finally become a proper warlock and earned the respect among the fellow fey. Given her human background, however,  she always felt alienated by those wicked creatures. She constantly felt that urge to prove herself.<br/><br/>Bell always felt uneasy when Bakkor the Archefy appeared with another task either in her dreams or shrouded by nightfall. Standing over seven feet tall. Crowned by cruel antlers, he emerged from the mists, his heavy footsteps akin to drumbeats.  Enormous horns on its head, legs of a stag, all of its body covered with a fur the color of moss.<br/><br/>“<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">My dear, beautiful Bell..</span>” His hypnotic, jet slightly broken voice echoed in her ears. “<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">I’ve got another task for you.. My pretty girl..</span>” The being's crooked arms were suddenly and softly wrapped around Bell's body. The girl tensed. Cold sweat ran down the back of her neck as the Archey's lips touched Bell's ear. Nibbles and licks came afterward, much to her dismay. She didn't dare to protest, she didn’t dare to move. Deep down she knew her life was his to take whenever he deemed it fit. After all, it was him, who gave her everything, who gave her the means to protect herself..she was in an eternal debt.<br/><br/>“<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Travel west across the sea...Seek out that what was forgotten..There are some secrets so dark no human mind should ever contain them. Yet, I want you to find  them for me and you shall be rewarded..oh my sweet sweet girl.</span>”<br/><br/>And thus young Bell has found herself at sea. To her dismay though, life her was far from the romantic voyage that one hears of in storybooks and fairy tales. Those were the only books she ever really red beside the dusty old grimoires her teacher demanded. Bell felt empathy for the young maidens who had been forced into hard labor; scrubbing the decks on their hands and knees, washing the sailor's clothes, cooking, cleaning, and every other imaginable chore. Not to mention the unbearable harassment from the sailors.<br/><br/>And although fair Bell kept to her solitude, avoiding any means of unnecessary contact with the other two hundred souls aboard, she knew she’d eventually had to make connections, allies. Thus it happened to no surprise, she warped a pretty sailor’s mind around her sly fingers to keep her warm through cold, rainy nights. To protect her from other flesh hungry and desperate sailors aboard the ship. In the end, however, when the ship finally reached its destination. Bell had abandoned the “sailor puppet” like a girl would her toy when she outgrew it..with barely any remorse.<br/><br/>The sheer lace cloak clung gently to her pale skin, pooling in deep recesses along her curves and casting the hidden skin in deep shadow. Thin leather straps held the soft fabric to her, but across her left shoulder, the lace had already begun liberating itself, revealing another intoxicating inch of forbidden pale skin. Beneath that, a bra of hardening leather hid those final few eyefuls from the pudgy, bald, middle-aged man who awaited the newcomers with a long length of parchment and quill and in Bell’s case a lascivious gaze.<br/><br/>“The name is Bell.”<br/><br/>She replied with a voice as sweet as honey and an accompanying smile.