<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cGqbHm4.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Brihe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14252045#msg14252045)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:   Slave Pen<br/><strong>Content</strong>:  Very explicit language<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  GM, Eidoma, other players(vaguely)<br/><hr/><br/>Five days.  Five long days Brihe had been here and yet, somehow, she was still a ball of barely contained fury and rage.  Had been since she had been captured.  She remembered it very clearly, sitting next to her small fire, her bedroll laid out underneath her as she prepared to rest for the night.  Only it had been quiet.  Too quiet.  And for someone that had spent the majority of her life on her own, wandering the wild, when things were too quiet, that was more worrying than when things were too loud.  Loud meant that she could hear what was coming and why.  Quiet meant that something was deeply amiss and that she had to be on guard.  It was why when the drow had finally struck, they had found Brihe armed and ready to fight.<br/><br/>Three had fallen before they had finally gotten her down and knocked her unconscious.  And when she had come to, she had been in this pit, devoid of her weapons and other possessions, glad only in a flimsy gown and sandals.  Some might've been cowed by this, but not Brihe.  She had spent the next several hours screaming her head off in a rage, promising to do a number of lovely things to the drow that captured her, including death and skullfucking of their mothers.  The last part had not been well received and she had caught a nasty beating for that one, but it hadn't really stopped her completely.  Now she chose her spots, never quite cooperating, but not doing enough to get another beating.  It was just enough to annoy and aggravate the guards whenever they came for her.<br/><br/>So had found herself sitting in the corner of the pen, not far from the water, but not right next to it either.  The day she arrived, one of the others, Ront, had tried to claim that the pool was his and no one else's.  Brihe had dissuaded him of that notion with a few well placed blows.  She might not have had her hammers, but she was still stronger than most and it showed that day.  Since then, she had drank when she felt like it and most of the others had as well, except for one of the most recent additions, a pretty girl who seemed to be on the opposite end of the strength spectrum as her.  Brihe had entertained the idea of offering the girl protection, for a price, but hadn't gotten that far yet, wanting to give the girl a chance to hate this place.  Perhaps after this next work shift, which was set to begin soon she thought.  And she was right.<br/><br/>She paid no mind to those that were thrown back in.  They were nothing to her, really.  Not friends certainly.  But when the boss called her for the next shift, she knew she couldn't make it that simple.<strong>"Fuck your mother!"</strong>she snarled as she rose to her feet, seeing the way his eyes looked at her,<strong>"You have better chance with her than me."</strong>That said, she would shuffle towards the bastard, catching up with the new girl and setting pace with her.<strong>"Hello pretty thing,"</strong>she said,<strong>"You seem scared.  Don't be scared, Brihe will protect you.  If you play nice for Brihe, of course.  What say you?"</strong>Brihe looked at the girl as they moved towards the guards that were prepared to take them off to work.