<strong>Grace - Training grounds during the announcement</strong><br/><br/>She stood away from everyone as she could attempting to take in her surroundings, disliking the claustrophobic sensations that swelled within her. She was not used to such grandiose buildings, so much noise and so many people. It made her think of all the things that she was missing but would never see again, the sacked village burned to the ground was lost to her now. The bodies of her family and friends branded onto her memory. It was the thought of them that brought fire to her eyes and to her actions, anger pure and simple to the man that had taken her.<br/><br/>They had no reason to do what they did, it was a farming community, hunting, fishing and agriculture were the only pastimes but their strangely accented voices suggested that it was a training ground. After two weeks of her biting, kicking, spitting and clawing at the son of a bitch that had snatched her up instead of slicing her down to join the rest of her family it was clear he had had enough. She hoped that some of her scratch marks would scar but doubted she had ended with a good enough shot. His punishments had been swift and brutal until he had finally decided that if he wanted to retain her and use her that she needed proper training with people that had more skill and patience than he. If he continued he would kill her out of frustration and anger.<br/><br/>The cloak she wore was the only thing that she had been able to snatch from her destroyed home, the worn black material formed a frame about her face, her riotous red hair barely contained within it. She kept it wrapped tightly around her knowing that the rags underneath; laughingly considered a tunic left her flesh exposed in such a way that it was unacceptable to her. She was not demure, she understood what it was to lay with a man it was just that she had never done it, never been presented with a betrothed that would have had such a right to her body. Here it seemed that most exposed their flesh to varying degrees and she was one of them if she allowed this to continue.<br/><br/>She observed those around her, heard a woman correct the slave in the pronunciation of her name angrily. Did it really matter? All she cared about was leaving this place, getting away from the nightmare that she found herself in and making sure she never saw the odious fat pig of a man that destroyed her village and her life. His last beating of her had almost faded, though she could still feel where the whip had lashed across her back, thighs and torso. He had even exposed her breasts and beaten them to her shame. No she was glad to be out of his control, now it was just a case of getting out of here...she didn't want to be anybodies spoils of war.