Her Word of Honor (Cal and Chiarra)
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				Title: <strong>Her Word of Honor (Cal and Chiarra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>21-05-2013, 22:45:34</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4SB_BFJ0UNw/TXZ9-3XA3YI/AAAAAAAAGOE/ySNp5c9jKIE/s1600/aztec%2Bwarrior%2Bwoman.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Melody hid behind a large boulder at the entrance of the dragon's cave.&nbsp; Dragon's were hated creatures and she was tired of them plaguing her home.&nbsp; It seemed that no matter how many the knights slayed that more just keep popping up.&nbsp; She decided she would do something about it.&nbsp; She had trained for this moment all her life and she would not mess this up.&nbsp; She had a duty to perform and she took that quite seriously.&nbsp; Slowly, she edged her way closer to the beasts lair, intent on being as silent as possible for a sneak attack.&nbsp; It would be the only way for her to have even a tiny chance at success.&nbsp; If it didn't work out though, she hoped that her death would be quick and not painful.<br><br>She slowly made her way into the cavern, hopefully the beast was sleeping or wouldn't notice her.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Word of Honor (Cal and Chiarra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>21-05-2013, 23:03:09</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.utepprintstore.com/wp-content/uploads/High-Resolution-Dragon-Wallpaper-Red-Dragon-1024x576.jpg)</div><br>Daushano was a dragon of easy contentment.&nbsp; So long as barrels of honey wine were left at his cave he was perfectly fine to drink upon his horde and not bother a soul.&nbsp; The beasts of burden deliver to him helped as well, but the truth was that Dau was perfectly capable of hunting wild game and in fact preferred the taste of deer and elk to cow or pig.&nbsp; The kept animals wreaked of human, a smell no dragon was a fan of.&nbsp; At the same time, when your meals were delivered to you free of charge and work, who were to argue on the quality of it?&nbsp; Of course these perks did come with on condition.&nbsp; On orders from the King, Dau would drag his red bellied self from his cave and descend with vision fire and slaughter upon the people of these lands.&nbsp; Insight fear and terror were his orders, while not doing to much damage to crops or Church's (they were far to expensive to replace.&nbsp; Human lives however, well that was easy).&nbsp; Now with this pillaging of the land, the common folk would come to bare grudges against dragons (the entire point of this little arrangement).&nbsp; Leaving the King to do pretty much whatever he wanted, including raising taxes, starting wars and taking any woman he wanted to bed no matter her station.&nbsp; More than one Lord's had gone up in flames at the breath of dragon's, funny how those Lord's always seem at odd's end with the King?<br><br>Daushano was far enough away from the Capitol that he never called for such duty (least not these days, years ago he had quite the reputation amoung dragons for being close to the then King.&nbsp; It earning him more than enemy within his own folk), he enjoying the equivalent of retired life for a dragon. Of course in staying in one place for so long you did get those damn questing knights trying to make a name for themselves showing up on your doorstep.&nbsp; It wasn't so much they were a real danger, it was just they were so damn annoying.<br><br>Being woken from his sleep, Dau moved surprisingly quiet for a creature of his massive size, he coming to a tight bend in the tunnel and waiting for the foot falls of his would be killed to come closer.&nbsp; With a low growl his voice filled the tunnel seeming to come from everywhere and no where at the same time.&nbsp; "Turn round fool.&nbsp; I hate picking human bones from teeth."&nbsp; He let out a guttural snort that filled the entire cave with a thick smoke.&nbsp; No harm to Dau, but a humans lungs would feel close to on fire should they take too great a gulp.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Word of Honor (Cal and Chiarra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>21-05-2013, 23:39:23</strong>
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				Melody mentally cursed herself, he knew she was here.&nbsp; Then there was the smoke, she tried not to breath, but soon her lungs begged for air and she tried breathing through her shirt, but the smoke made her eyes water and made her cough.&nbsp; She held her sword up and advanced on him, she would either fight him or die trying.&nbsp; He was huge, her sword looked like a toothpick compared to him.&nbsp; She wouldn't let that cow her though.&nbsp; She rolled, trying to get to his underbelly to stab him, that's where she heard a dragons weakness is.&nbsp; She had to kill him.&nbsp; "Die foul beast!" she shouted as she went to roll under him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Word of Honor (Cal and Chiarra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 04:28:20</strong>
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				Dau chortled as she rolled under him.&nbsp; If he ever met the dragon who had started the rumour that they were weak at the belly he would have to give the son of a bitch a kiss.&nbsp; Even assuming that the knight had a blade which could pierce dragon flesh, an incredibly rare thing to get your hands on, they'd still be dead when the dragon merely fell on the knight!&nbsp; How is getting underneath a being which ways tons a smart idea?!&nbsp; Bless the humans and their gullibility.<br><br>As Dau was just about to do this he halted; this human was rather fine, as humans went.&nbsp; She was a warrior maid for one, a weakness of his as was the shock of flowing red hair.&nbsp; And though dragons were of course animals of their nature, they could transform into a human shapes, some dragons having the ability to turn into absolutely anything actually. But human was the most common, some philosopher's believing that dragons and humans were created by the same god or creator, they each a different version of its image.&nbsp; And other stills simply believed that only cause of the rise of human influence did dragons bother to breed into themselves the ability.&nbsp; These are what we call 'The Purists'.<br><br>His foot moved back quickly and he pinned the girl to the ground, one claw flicking her her weapon away and the weight of him easily keeping her pinned.&nbsp; "Your beaten wench."&nbsp; He growled, snorting hot breath against her skin.&nbsp; Unless she had some rather good protection it would have the feel of burning to it.&nbsp; "Now admit your defeat and swear yourself to me or I'll roast you know and every village within twenty leagues of here for the insult you've shown my by invading my den."&nbsp; His tone was snide but despite the deep growl in his voice he had a perfect accent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Word of Honor (Cal and Chiarra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 05:41:32</strong>
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				As she went to stab him, he pinned her down and flicked her weapon away.&nbsp; She snarled at him and then turned her head away when he growled at her, his breath as hot as flames.&nbsp; It felt like her face was on fire.&nbsp; Not wanting to be actually know what it feels like to have fire on her or the villages burnt down, she took his advice and gave her his word.&nbsp; "I am defeated and I..." taking a deep breath she continued.&nbsp; "Swear my life to you."&nbsp; What had she just done?&nbsp; What would he do to her or have her do?&nbsp; She just huffed and gave up.&nbsp; She gave him her word, she was his now, no matter how much she disliked it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Word of Honor (Cal and Chiarra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>23-05-2013, 06:20:47</strong>
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				"There, not so hard."&nbsp; The dragon lifted his foot and the air would be allowed to return to the young girls lungs.&nbsp; Taking a few stesp back he began to skrink considerably, his scales morphing into fresh skin, and wings and body being replaced by that of a human.&nbsp; The only thing that remained entirely the same was his manner (confident and powerful) and his eyes, which were still the same striking blue.<br><br>Naked as the day he was born...And everyone spent as dragon he motioned for her to follow him and went deep into the cave.&nbsp; After a good deal of time they came to quite literally a mountain of gold.&nbsp; While not the richest dragon in the realm, Dau was considering tbo have one of the very best hordes as far as quality went.&nbsp; Were a human historian to ever get into this place they would die of the sheer amount of history in this one pile alone.&nbsp; Winding their way through the mounds of gold, jewels and silver, they would come to a small human sitting area, complete with kitchen, pantry and table.&nbsp; A door leading into a master bedroom (with four poster bed and everything, and one leading to a massive cold cellar&nbsp; lay just beyond a massive kiln.&nbsp; While not near the greatest of smiths, Dau had used his dragons breath to forge weapons before.<br><br>"You will sleep there."&nbsp; Dau said pointing a small cot near the kitchen.&nbsp; "You will refer to me as My Lord, or Lord Daushano.&nbsp; Serve me well and your life will not be bad.&nbsp; I'm not one to rape women so worry not about that, but know I'll kill you right flat if you displease me enough.&nbsp; Keep the wine jugs full, food ready for me to eat and my bed clean.&nbsp; My horde is none of your concern so just step around it and enjoy the pretty sight.&nbsp; Are we clear?"&nbsp; Waiting for his answer, Dau stood their naked even still, his muscled body one that was simply perfect except for some of the scars along it.&nbsp; He kept waiting and then a thought came to mind.&nbsp; "What is your name girl?"<br><br><div align="center">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m526wl8Lpp1qa67ceo1_500.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Word of Honor (Cal and Chiarra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>23-05-2013, 06:52:49</strong>
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				When he took his foot off her, she gasped for air.&nbsp; When she sat up and focused on him again, she noticed he was human and her eyes widened at seeing him stark naked.&nbsp; He didn't say anything more to her though, just motioned for her to follow and she did, though she was blushing and glaring as she did so, looking away from him.&nbsp; The glare softened and turned more into a look of awe, wonder, and a bit of surprise when she saw his horde.&nbsp; It was so amazing in here.&nbsp; Past this though, was a small human sitting area and she looked around, wondering what was behind the two doors.&nbsp; She could clearly see a kitchen, pantry, and sitting area though.<br><br>She listened as she spoke and his words had her glaring again.&nbsp; When he asked if she understood, she nodded, "Yes My Lord."&nbsp; She stood there, not looking at him and when he asked for her name, she said, "Melody.&nbsp; My name is Melody."
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				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>01-06-2013, 01:48:14</strong>
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				"Melody? Lovely name..."&nbsp; Dau said in an absent minded fashion, he thinking deeply a moment while looking away from the women.&nbsp; Then, with a click of his fingers he motioned to the wine barrel on the far, indicating that she was to get him some.&nbsp; After the motion was made he then went over to to one of the doors and opened it, going inside and leaving the door wide enough for her to clearly see inside.&nbsp; It was a lovely master bedroom built into the cave, a deep heart fire place and obviously expensive rugs all over the place&nbsp; The massive fourposter bed w.as covered in the finest of sheets, they alone able to buy a man pretty much anything.&nbsp; Dau went to the sitting room area of the room and flopped casually in a chair that obviously got much use, but was clearly very comfortable.&nbsp; When Melody came in with the wine he took one of the fine crystal glasses she had managed to find and rest it casual in his palm.<br><br>"Can you sing?"&nbsp; He asked suddenly, looking up at her from the chair.
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				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>01-06-2013, 02:42:23</strong>
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				She ground her teeth a bit as he snapped his fingers at her, clearly not liking being treated this way.&nbsp; She got the wine like he wanted though and went to find something to put it in.&nbsp; She found some beautiful crystal glasses and carefully filled them each up with wine so she wouldn't have to keep pouring.&nbsp; She hoped he would stay true to his word of not raping her, even when he was drunk.&nbsp; She then went to carry them on a tray and walked into the room, gawking at everything.&nbsp; She was so amazed at the richness of everything that she nearly dropped the tray and caught herself before she did.&nbsp; She looked at his bed and couldn't believe how expensive everything looked and she compared it to what he was forcing her to sleep on, practically the floor.&nbsp; She was used to it yes, but...she would love to know what it felt like to sleep in something like that.&nbsp; Even the chairs seemed so comfortable and she wondered if she would even be allowed to sit in them.&nbsp; She doubted it, he'd probably at least yell at her for trying, after all she was his servant now, or slave since she wasn't getting paid for this.<br><br>It took her a moment to realize he was speaking to her and she came back to reality and stared at him for a second, trying to register what it was he had said.&nbsp; Realization dawned on her face when she realized what he had asked and she simply said, "No."&nbsp; She could, but she didn't like singing in front of others.&nbsp; She only did so in private, embarrassed when people heard her and told her she actually could sing.&nbsp; Then she realized she was just lying to him and...what would he do if he found out she was lying?
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				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>01-06-2013, 16:25:48</strong>
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				"Don't lie to me."&nbsp; Dau said seriously, looking her in the eye, knowing that he wasn't getting a the full story.&nbsp; It wasn't that he could read her mind or anything, just that dragons tended to live a long time, and during that time you learned rather well how to read human body traits.&nbsp; That species above all seemed to lack the knowledge of reading each others physical signature's.&nbsp; How someone stood could tell you a great deal about them if you only knew to look.&nbsp; And when someone lied, unless they were very good at it, they have gave themselves away through action.&nbsp; Melody was lying to him.&nbsp; And truthfully it wasn't that difficult to tell.&nbsp; Dau could tell she wasn't even truly comfortable with the act and that she hadn't needed to do it much in her short life.&nbsp; A life of honour and loss yes, but back stabbing and lying no.&nbsp; Poor little creature.&nbsp; Still, she had lied to him.<br><br>"Do it again I'll have you cut off you own fingers."&nbsp; He growled at her, his threat very real and without bluff.&nbsp; After staring her down as a man would a dog he looked to the fire and smiled, taking a long sip of wine before saying, "Now sing me something.&nbsp; Something old and sad."&nbsp; The dragon said in a melancholy tone.&nbsp; She could infer whatever she wanted into that, Dau didn't&nbsp; really care.&nbsp; She was a slave, who cared what slaves thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Word of Honor (Cal and Chiarra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>01-06-2013, 19:51:09</strong>
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				How did she know he was lying?&nbsp; Was he able to read her mind?&nbsp; Or was she just that bad a liar?&nbsp; She never had to do it before so perhaps it was the latter.&nbsp; Still, the thought just scared her that she wouldn't be able to lie to him about anything.&nbsp; Then he threatened her about lying again and it was enough to make her gulp, and she looked down at the tray of wine glasses she was holding for him as he stared her down.&nbsp; She wished she could slink away and disappear, or that the ground would swallow her up, but she knew that she would get into even more trouble if she did.&nbsp; Now he was telling her to sing something old and sad.&nbsp; She thought it would probably remind him of himself, but at least it wasn't anything cheery he was wanting because she definitely wasn't in the mood to sing anything like that.<br><br>She thought about what songs she knew that were old and sad and then she remembered one.&nbsp; It was an ancient song about war and death and how the supposed hero took his last breath in battle.&nbsp; She had heard it sung by bards and had it committed to memory like she did all songs she heard and liked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Word of Honor (Cal and Chiarra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 00:44:38</strong>
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				Dau smiled, he absolutely loved this song.&nbsp; He remembered when it had first come on the rise, how he'd flown all the way to the place of its origen, eager to meet the first person who might of come up with it.&nbsp; When getting their he found it was in fact a play off an old poem by a young girl.&nbsp; She never having seen a single day of war or terror.&nbsp; Yet she'd had such skill with verse she'd turned out one of the most brillaint and saddest songs the world had ever seen. Dau remembered that day and smiled and drank.&nbsp; Then as she kept singing her remembered how folks would sing it after battles lost, how only if that dragon had not shown up they would have broken the King's front line and now they'd be free.&nbsp; And so after the King, or some General he'd appointed dealt out the appropriate punishment, they would sing the song.<br>s <br>That was hundred's of year ago however.&nbsp; These days it was just a sad tavern song, its origin and story as a words of rebellion long lost on all but a select few human scholars, near all under the pay of the King and his court.&nbsp; Dragon's of course new the story as well, some more intimately than Dau, but they all worked for the King.&nbsp; That was the deal between dragons and the King's of The Purple.&nbsp; Do are killing, keep the people in fear and in check, and we will leave you alone.&nbsp; Because the sad truth was that as powerful as dragons were, they were too few.&nbsp; They bred to slow and if the humans ever got an got organised mind to do so, they could hunt every last one down and kill them.&nbsp; Oh they would pay for it, dearly!&nbsp; But they would in the end.&nbsp; and when it was they survival of species on the line, wasn't it only the long run that mattered?<br><br>So dragons worked for the Kings of the Purple.&nbsp; Most pretending that they didn't need too and that it was their choice to do so, but Dau knew the truth.&nbsp; In some ways, dragons were just as much slaves the King of the Purple as the population.&nbsp; It was then he snorted and looked at the luxury around.&nbsp; Okay, perhaps that wasn't quite true.&nbsp; The population lived in poverty and sickness.&nbsp; Dau lived quite literally like a King.&nbsp; No they were not the same, which why he never raised a finger or claw against the The Purple.&nbsp; There was truly no point.<br><br>Dau fell asleep to Melody's singing that night and would for many nights, he dozing in that chair by the fire and leaving to her sleep where she wished.&nbsp; The girl was always up before him the next morning and everything was always in its proper place.&nbsp; The days would pass in one of only a few fashions.&nbsp; Dau would either be so hung over that he would stay in his chair all day, trying to eat and drink his way back into a place of no pain.&nbsp; Melody would be able to get him out of the chair and outside into the fresh air where he would either walk with her and sit in the shade as she hunted for rabbit (not that they needed the meat).&nbsp; Or he would go into his dragon form and lay with his horde, sleeping for many hours of the day leaving Melody to do mostly whatever she wanted.&nbsp; So long his meal was ready at night he was happy those days.&nbsp; And every night, no matter if dau lost his temper with her or made any various amounts of threats he would have her sing for him while he sat in his chair and drank too much.&nbsp; Some songs he knew, others he didn't, but never did he interrupt her.&nbsp; Never did the thought occur to him while she sang, but during his days outside with her he wondered how she could sing so beautifully for that long.&nbsp; For Dau could some nights be awake for hours while she sang, her voice always pure and pristine.&nbsp; He never asked her of course though, masters and slaves did not address each other in such a way.<br><br>It was about three weeks later that&nbsp; Dau woke rather (only five hours after sunrise) and whistled to Melody to follow him to the mouth of the cave.&nbsp; Looking down the mountain they would both seen a train of supplies working their way along the road.&nbsp; "Do not speak or interfere with these men.&nbsp; They are not guests, but they are not intruders.&nbsp; Keep your head down and eyes averted, understood?"&nbsp; Dau knew of course she would nod and agree.&nbsp; Melody was not a simple girl, rather the opposite.&nbsp; But still, there were things she didn't need to know.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Word of Honor (Cal and Chiarra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 01:19:35</strong>
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				Melody had fallen into a routine.&nbsp; She woke up, cooked enough for the both of them to eat, provided him his drink, made sure dust didn't collect in his bedroom, feed him again, and then finally sing him to sleep in his chair.&nbsp; He hardly slept in his bed, choosing the chair of all things and while the chair did look comfortable, she herself would have preferred the bed.&nbsp; She never did sleep in the bed though, too afraid of what would happen if she did.&nbsp; Though, one day when he was sleeping in his horde, she did gather the courage enough to just lay in it and she literally sunk into the mattress.&nbsp; She almost fell asleep it was so comfortable, but forced herself to get out, dreading having to sleep in that cot again.&nbsp; At least the fire pit in the kitchen kept her warm enough at night.&nbsp; She had quickly fixed the bed back the way it was when she found it, hoping that he wouldn't ask what she had been doing while he was asleep.<br><br>One thing she had noticed though, was how he never went outside his cave, save for those when she managed to convince him to go out and get some fresh air when they took their walks and she hunted for rabbit, thinking they did need the meat.&nbsp; She wanted to ask him why he never went out to hunt for better game, or why he never went raiding the villages, but...she was too scared.&nbsp; Three weeks passed by though, very slowly for her, it felt like she had already spent an eternity here with him.&nbsp; She heard him whistle at her just as she was preparing more wine and she followed him, no questions asked.<br><br>She listened to his command and nodded, wondering who these men were.&nbsp; Maybe when he was in a much greater mood tonight when he was drunk and after she had sung to him, that she would ask, not just about that though, she would also ask why he never left the cave save for when she convinced him too.&nbsp; She did as he said though and kept her head down, averting her gaze as the men came with supplies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Word of Honor (Cal and Chiarra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 19:06:47</strong>
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				As the men came up the hill towards them it was clear that they felt no sense of threat at&nbsp; approaching the den of a dragon.&nbsp; If anything, they looked bored.&nbsp; As the train got closer and closer, their joking around could be heard, all loud shouts halting when the man with the best eyes caught sight of Melody.&nbsp; After the rest got close enough to have a good look at her, cat calls and wolf whistles could be heard coming from the band of soldiers and cart drivers, they all eventually being silenced by the man leading the group.<br><br>"Fine morning to you Dau.&nbsp; Got a knew pet I see."&nbsp; He looked at his men who pretended to try and hide their laughs but were doing a poor job of it.&nbsp; The man himself was skinny and pale despite the summer weather, his hair dark was curly and about shoulder length.&nbsp; The man could actually be rather good looking.&nbsp; But he had the eyes of a man who enjoyed putting other people in pain.&nbsp; "What happened the other one you had around for such a long while?"&nbsp; His one hand fell to his sword and his foot went up on a rock, his passing behind him and heading to the mouth of the cave.<br><br>"That was another dragon Grienk, I'd think you'd be able to tell the difference."&nbsp; Dau said in a not polite, but not hostile manner.&nbsp; His own arms crossed over his chest.<br><br>"You kind are so clever at it though."&nbsp; He smiled twistedly and then looked to Melody. "So how did you come by this, fine little piece."&nbsp; His eyes were lingering on her in horrid ways.&nbsp; It did not take much thought to know what he wanted to do to her.<br><br>"None of your concern.&nbsp; Glad to see there are no new men.&nbsp; Would hate to have to make another example."&nbsp; Dau said giving his own twisted smile to the men as they passed by.&nbsp; Even the bravest of them immediately stopped their laughing and shied away.<br><br>"Oh I think they got the message."&nbsp; Grienk said seemingly not phased at all by the threat.&nbsp; He turned to Melody then.&nbsp; "Brought some new boys along last time we dropped supplies.&nbsp; Told them right proper, don't touch a single piece of Dau's horde, he'll know it the second he walks by something is out of place.&nbsp; But wouldn't you know it, temptation was just to much for this one lad.&nbsp; Dau let him get all the way down the mountain, let him think right good he'd just nobbed a dragon.&nbsp; Then well...If you haven't seen dragon fire before, let me tell you, the stories don't do it justice."&nbsp; Griek smiled towards Dau who just stood their with his arms crossed.<br><br>"Sure you know all about that now though, don't you love?"&nbsp; Griek clicked his tongue and then walked after his men, the train of supplies having passed them now.&nbsp; Dau looked to his cave then back Melody.<br><br>"He didn't feel any pain.&nbsp; Boy was dust and ash before he even knew I was there."&nbsp; Dau said looking off towards the distance.&nbsp; He moved to do something then stopped and looked towards the cave once more.&nbsp; "I feel like a big lunch today, get on that will you."
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				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 19:53:42</strong>
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				When she heard the cat calls and wolf whistles, she turned a crimson shade of red.&nbsp; She risked a glare at them, before quickly averting her eyes once more.&nbsp; She was glad when they were silenced, but…they weren’t completely silent, still laughing.&nbsp; When one of the men spoke, she assumed them to be the leader and she glared when he called her a pet.&nbsp; She risked a look at him too, glaring as she did so and she didn’t really like the looks of him.&nbsp; Not that he was bad looking, she knew his type.&nbsp; She looked away again though, before Dau could say anything about her gaze not being averted.<br><br>What was going on, he was addressing Dau so informally and it was obvious they had been here before.&nbsp; They were talking about another girl who had apparently been in her situation before and she wondered what did happen to her.&nbsp; Though, Dau mentioned she was another dragon and that made her feel somewhat better, though there was still the chance he would get tired of her and get rid of her.&nbsp; She then felt Grienk’s gaze on her once more and it sent her skin crawling.&nbsp; His words angered her though and it was obvious by the look on her face, though it was taking everything in her to not punch the man.&nbsp; There was no telling what Dau would do if she did.<br><br>Thankfully though, the subject was soon changed and the men were now quiet, no longer laughing.&nbsp; She found out why though, when Grienk started talking to her, telling her the story.&nbsp; She didn’t look at him nor did she speak, though her face of anger twisted into one of fear.&nbsp; Dau could be quite scary and that was why she tried hard enough to not displease him, there was no telling what he would put her through.&nbsp; When he called her love though, that almost did her in and she opened her mouth to say something but then promptly shut it.&nbsp; She was glaring once more though, but she was still frightened.<br><br>Dau spoke now, telling her he hadn’t felt any pain and while that reassured her, it didn’t really comfort her much.&nbsp; “Yes My Lord,” she said and moved to the kitchen, glad to finally have an excuse to get away from those men.&nbsp; Dau ate a lot anyways, so a big lunch would keep her busy.&nbsp; She looked through the pantry finding what she needed and started cooking up some of the rabbit, as well as some vegetables.&nbsp; The whole time she worked though, she couldn’t take her mind off of how those men were acting towards her master and she would have even snuck a few looks if it wasn’t for the fact she would have to see through his hoard to do so.<br><br>When the food was finally finished though, she plated his and went back to the entrance, holding it for him for when he was ready to take it from her.&nbsp; Her stomach growled softly as she looked down at the food on his plate, wishing she could hurry up and go and eat her own food.&nbsp; She had to wait for him though.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Word of Honor (Cal and Chiarra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 20:54:44</strong>
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				When Melody finally came back outside Dau turned away from the view and went towards her.&nbsp; The men inside were busy getting the supplies inside and she was, she was plainly starving.&nbsp; The poor girl had been taking rations for the past few weeks and Dau had been thinking it was good training to get her in the right mental state of a slave.&nbsp; But as she looked down at the plate, clearly hungry and clearly wanting to shove the entire thing in her mouth, even he couldn't help but feel a bit of pity.&nbsp; He reached the towards the plate, grabbed a good bun, a good piece of meat and put them together and then walked away.&nbsp; "Rest is yours."&nbsp; He said with his back to her, he going under a shaded tree and sitting down and looking towards where he knew the ocean to be.&nbsp; Grienk's mention of the other women, the other dragon had him thinking of her again.&nbsp; God that had been a good time.&nbsp; She'd been so close to moving her horde in with his.&nbsp; Together they could have rivaled some of the greatest dragon horde's in the whole Kingdom.&nbsp; But, it wasn't meant to be so it seemed.&nbsp; Dragon and human politics were bad enough on their own, combine the two and likelihood of ever getting anything proper done was about zero.<br><br>They took about an hour and a half to get the whole work done.&nbsp; All Dau's supplies were filled to the top, they even had fresh butter now instead of the old stuff which had been wearing thin.&nbsp; The men hurried down the hill meanwhile Grienk went over to Dau and leaned against the tree.&nbsp; "I have a letter from the Duke.&nbsp; You going to read it, or shall I paraphrase?"&nbsp; He'd pulled a flower from the ground and was now picking the leaves off one by one.<br><br>"What do you think braggot?"&nbsp; Dau said looking up at the man, the humans teeth clenching as the insult ran over him.&nbsp; Few things could set off folk from Bragsnot as bad as calling them a Braggot.&nbsp; During the Dumfrey War the conquering Earls of Donway had particularly enjoyed bedding the women of Bragsnot.&nbsp; The bastard children born of those unions (near entire population of Bragsnot these days), were slandered as Braggot's.&nbsp; The useless bastards of fine men that had, had nothing but cheap whore's to fuck while at at war.&nbsp; It was a true insult to call a man or woman from the region such a thing.<br><br>Grienk bristled at the insult and was all to glad his men were well out of ear shot of it.&nbsp; As he spoke the venom on his lips was almost palpable.&nbsp; "The Duke requests you move to the east.&nbsp; Considering your standing amoung your kin, and that only the King can order you, he would consider this a great favour.&nbsp; He wants these lands to be overseen by Asmontow."&nbsp; Grienk swallowed at that, knowing the reaction that name would get.<br><br>Dau couched out a laugh, wiping his mouth of meat sauce with the side of his hand.&nbsp; "The Duke wants to send, a pillaging and burning shit head...To lands I have over seen, and kept in perfect check for the last fifty years, for what reason?"&nbsp; He asked, clearly not impressed with the idea.<br><br>Grienk titled his head to side back and forth while still picking the flower, then said, "The Duke feels you been too kinda on the people as of late.&nbsp; They're fear of you is...Not up to the national standard."<br><br>"National standard!"&nbsp; Dau said standing up, Grienk cowering away from him as he did.&nbsp; "My people don't cower in fear of cloud shadow's in the sun?&nbsp; They have homes which have lasted more than a season?!&nbsp; Their children live till the age of fifteen?!&nbsp; What exactly is wrong with me lands?!" Dau was shouting down, even the men down the mountain could likely here them.&nbsp; <br><br>"The Duke needs to raise taxes.&nbsp; If it is not to run out a dragon, then-"<br><br>"Tell the Duke to find another way to fill his coffers!&nbsp; Rebellion is the last fucking word on any lip of any person in my lands.&nbsp; I will not have some blood thirsty shit of an excuse for a dragon ruin a thing I have spent decades building!&nbsp; Twenty-one years ago!&nbsp; Twenty-ones years ago was the last village I sacked, and the entire fiefdom cowers in fear of that memory.&nbsp; Should they forget I will kindly remind them.&nbsp; Till that day...These are my lands, and I have no intention of leaving them.&nbsp; Are we clear?"&nbsp; Dau was standing over Grienk now, the man cowering like a beaten dog.&nbsp; He nodded then scurried away like rat, down the mountain and towards his men.&nbsp; Dau thought to change form and kill them all, send a real message to the Duke but thought better.&nbsp; This Duke would learn soon enough, Dau's way was the best way.&nbsp; Pissed off surf's lead to nothing but trouble.<br><br>"Bring wines and refreshments out here.&nbsp; I intend to drink outside this night.&nbsp; You will sing for nature tonight sweet Melody, I've been too selfish hiding your voice in my cave."&nbsp; Dau said nothing more before sitting down beside the tree, he intended to get very, very, very drunk this night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Word of Honor (Cal and Chiarra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 21:44:14</strong>
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				Dau came towards her and she fully expected him to grab the whole plate and she would have to wait until he was done with her before she could go and eat her meager meal.&nbsp; It was enough food to keep her alive, but…it wasn’t nearly filling enough.&nbsp; So, when he just took a piece of meat and a bun, leaving the rest of his food there which was a lot, and telling her she could have it, she looked at him with a look that was mixed with shock, gratitude, and uncertainty.&nbsp; Was it a test?&nbsp; Would she get punished if she ate it?&nbsp; He had never told her she could do something and then punish her for it afterwards before, so…she followed him out to the shaded tree where he was sitting and stood there, in case he needed her for something.&nbsp; She however, ravenously started eating her food, eating it as quickly as possible, afraid that at any second he would change his mind and take it from her and she wanted to eat as much as possible before that happened.&nbsp; “Thank you, My Lord,” she said after swallowing a bite, almost forgetting to show her gratitude.<br><br>Then Grienk came over and she continued eating, but now she was listening to them, trying to figure this out more.&nbsp; A letter from the Duke?&nbsp; She struggled to keep a chuckle in when Dau insulted him, but she couldn’t keep from smiling.&nbsp; No doubt she would get scolded for that later, but…it was just amusing to her.&nbsp; Then she was listening again and grew confused.&nbsp; Why would the Duke request Dau to move.&nbsp; In fact, why could only the King order Dau.&nbsp; What was going on here.&nbsp; Who was Asmontow?&nbsp; Another dragon?&nbsp; But…why would the Duke want him here.&nbsp; Why would the Duke or King get any say in the first place?<br><br>The news obviously didn’t settle with her master though, and she refrained from asking what he was talking about.&nbsp; Then Grienko was speaking again.&nbsp; Fear?&nbsp; On a national level?&nbsp; Then she flinched when Dau was shouting.&nbsp; Not even she had gotten a reaction out of him like this and it terrified her.&nbsp; Then they were talking about Duke raising his taxes and….oh no…it couldn’t be.&nbsp; Were the dragons working with the government?&nbsp; That would explain why these men brought the supplies today and why he never went out to raid and why not once did she see a want to be hero like herself come and try and slay him.&nbsp; Then Dau was speaking to her and she nodded, “Right away my lord.”&nbsp; Though…she truly did not want to sing outside.&nbsp; She went inside and quickly finished off the rest of the meal before grabbing the wine and bringing it outside along with as many glasses as she could.&nbsp; She couldn’t help but think of what she had just heard though.&nbsp; She had lost dear friends and family to a dragon attack.&nbsp; Could it be because the King ordered it!&nbsp; That thought infuriated her and she would love nothing more than to start a rebellion, but…she remembered Dau shouting that he wouldn’t stand for it on his lands.&nbsp; Maybe if she got him very, very, very, very drunk tonight.&nbsp; “What would you like me to sing my lord?” she asked as she handed him one of the glasses of wine.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Word of Honor (Cal and Chiarra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 22:57:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sad, love songs.&nbsp; A good damn number of them too."&nbsp; Dau said taking the wine from her and sitting down, downing a long gulp as he did.&nbsp; He near spilled though as he went to talk.&nbsp; "Just not As Time Goes Bye!&nbsp; You never, ever sing As Time Goes Bye.&nbsp; Understood?"&nbsp; Getting the needed confirmation on that, Dau sat with his back against the tree and took another long sip of wine while closing his eyes.&nbsp; "And if you want too, sit the hell down.&nbsp; If I want you standing at attention I will let you know."&nbsp; He said resting against the tree and waiting her to sing.&nbsp; He interrupting her though before she got the chance.&nbsp; "And next time I insult someone like that, just laugh!&nbsp; Don't stand their like a fool with a stupid grin on your face."&nbsp; Clearly he had somehow got into drink when she wasn't looking, because he was far more drunk than he should be for one glass of wine.<br><br>He got a good deal more comfortable, and as time went by and he got more drunk he asked Melody for more food.&nbsp; When she came back it was clear he'd had even more to drink as dove into the food, the dragon later laying back against the tree and he drunk and lazily picked at some ham.&nbsp; "Hmmmm, you have a beautiful voice Melody."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Word of Honor (Cal and Chiarra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 23:45:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was just getting ready to sing As Time Goes Bye as he told her to never, ever sing that song.&nbsp; "Yes My Lord," she sighed softly, unfortunately for her, that turned out to be one of her favorites.&nbsp; Instead, she went to sing a tragic love song where the man accidentally killed his lover, thinking she was someone else, but before she was able to start, he told her to sit down.&nbsp; She nodded and sat down, passing him wine when he asked for it and she was just about to sing when he interrupted her again.&nbsp; She was starting to wonder if he even wanted her to sing tonight with all the interruptions which he barely did.&nbsp; "Yes my lord," she said in response to him.&nbsp; Just how drunk was he already?&nbsp; She was getting jumped onto for the things she thought she wasn't going to get jumped onto for.&nbsp; She said nothing about it though and just started singing the song.<br><br>About the time she had finished that song and a couple others, he asked for more food and she nodded, getting up to go fix him some more food for him.&nbsp; She handed it to him before she sat down and she was thinking of another song to sing before he spoke to her.&nbsp; She blushed a bit, not really agreeing with him, but said, "Thank you my lord."&nbsp; After a moment, she gathered up the courage.&nbsp; "Lord Daushano, may...may I ask you something?"&nbsp; He seemed to be drunk and happy enough right now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Word of Honor (Cal and Chiarra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>08-06-2013, 23:01:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(Sorry so short)<br><br>"Go ahead."&nbsp; Dau said drunkenly, his awareness of the proper way in which master and servant should act having gone.&nbsp; He was obviously in a bad sort of place, the dragon taking another long mouthful as he waited for Melody to ask her question.&nbsp; In this moment he found it odd she hadn't asked him more questions before.&nbsp; Was she just not curious?&nbsp; Perhaps she was rather slow witted?&nbsp; No, Dau didn't think that at all.&nbsp; She was probably just scared, yes that was it.&nbsp; She was scared of him.&nbsp; Which he could understand, he could be rather scary at times.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Word of Honor (Cal and Chiarra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>08-06-2013, 23:19:53</strong>
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				((It's fine ^_^))<br><br>She wondered if now was a good time to ask, but...she just had to find out if that was true or not.&nbsp; "Are you working for the King?" she asked.&nbsp; "What did he mean by fear on a national level?" She bit her lip as she waited for his answer, expecting to get yelled at like that man did.<br><br>((Sorry mine's shorter))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Word of Honor (Cal and Chiarra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>09-06-2013, 21:41:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dau was staring off down the mountain, he silent for so long that Melody could easily think that he hadn't heard her question.&nbsp; When she was just about to speak again is when he spoke.&nbsp; "That is a loaded question."&nbsp; He wasn't looking at her as he spoke, still just looking out into the distance, taking a long drink and gulping it slowly before going on.&nbsp; "This King, and the King's all the way back to the First Purple, have had a contract with dragon's.&nbsp; That contract is simple.&nbsp; Dragon's, will only act violently towards the human population under the King, or his representatives orders.&nbsp; King's and Dukes basically.&nbsp; Their are a few Marque's and Counts that operate dragon fiefs but they are a handful.&nbsp; Most of us work with Duke's.&nbsp; And what we all strive for, the suppression of the populace to the Purple.&nbsp; Anyone gets out of line, dragon fire burns them all."&nbsp; Dau shrugged and took another drink, this one even longer.&nbsp; His cup was getting empty and would need to be refilled soon.<br><br>"The double side of that coin is, dragons are the perfect thing for the population to vent their frustration on.&nbsp; It's all dragons fault we're hungry, it's dragons fault taxes are high, dragons this that and the other.&nbsp; Perfect scapegoat for the Crown.&nbsp; Once in a while send a knight to pretend to kill one and the people can have a feast.&nbsp; Actual attempts like the one you made always fail and are in actual fact, rare. And as for the national level, that is a new term someone at court likely cooked up.&nbsp; No doubt just a fancy way of saying people need to be more scared so we can raise taxes again.&nbsp; Stupid money grubbers."&nbsp; The irony of that statement was lost on Dau, as it would be on any dragon in the world. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Word of Honor (Cal and Chiarra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>10-06-2013, 04:49:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At first, she thought he wasn't going to answer her, or that he just didn't hear her.&nbsp; Then, when she was about to ask him again, he finally started speaking.&nbsp; She listened quietly and intently, getting angrier and angrier at his words.&nbsp; She had nearly lost her family to dragon fire!&nbsp; Her little sister was burned and was scarred for life.&nbsp; She was furious now.&nbsp; That was the main reason she had come to try and slay a dragon.&nbsp; She was tired of their attacks.&nbsp; When he finished speaking, she was very angry.&nbsp; "That tyrant!&nbsp; Someone has to stop him.&nbsp; It isn't fair,"&nbsp; her voice was raising slightly, very angry.&nbsp; "I have to do something," she said, determined.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Word of Honor (Cal and Chiarra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>16-06-2013, 18:25:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Getting me more wine is all you have to do. "&nbsp; Dau said holding his empty glass out and expecting a full one rather soon.&nbsp; "It is the great burden lifted from slaves to not have to worry about such things.&nbsp; Politics, war, all of it, none of your concern.&nbsp; Just get me wine and sing me songs Melody.&nbsp; Is all you need care about the rest of your days."&nbsp; Dau said closing his eyes and resting his head against the tree.&nbsp; His awareness was low and he did not realize the hate or anger in Melody's voice. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Word of Honor (Cal and Chiarra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>16-06-2013, 18:57:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She glared at him, she was smoldering.&nbsp; She opened her mouth to argue with him, but thought better of it and just said instead, "Yes my lord."&nbsp; It was still said in an angry tone though, unable to calm down.&nbsp; How dare he.&nbsp; He had ruined her sister's life.&nbsp; Whether it was him or not that blew the flame, it was still a dragon and he was a dragon.&nbsp; If she only could, she would kill him right this instant and start the rebellion herself.&nbsp; She got him his wine and handed it to him, glaring at the grass.&nbsp; Oh how she hated him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Word of Honor (Cal and Chiarra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>30-06-2013, 22:32:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmm...." Dau said taking the wine happily, on looking at her face though he couldn't help but release and long and deep laugh.&nbsp; "Ooooh, eight hells how you hate me now."&nbsp; He snorted into his wine and drank more, laughing all the while.&nbsp; "I mean really, what could you do even if you had the ability?&nbsp; Tell the people?&nbsp; Start a rebellion?&nbsp; All you would accomplish is getting more people killed by dragons.&nbsp; No lord of worth would join you.&nbsp; The Purple would send a single army, and they alone would be able to crush your peasant mob.&nbsp; Amour, training, cavalry...It would be a slaughter.&nbsp; And that is before the dragons even get involved.&nbsp; You would have the lives of everyone of those people on your soul. Because I know if headed that army, I would keep you alive.&nbsp; And keep as example for all those who do not bend the knee."&nbsp; His voice on gone cruel, and he drank with deep mirth, and it was clear his opinion of what he thought her people would be able to do.<br><br>"Speak freely.&nbsp; Give your argument against my truth."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Word of Honor (Cal and Chiarra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>30-06-2013, 23:46:28</strong>
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				She glared even harder when laughed, only this time it was pointed at him.&nbsp; She was at her boiling point now, especially as he spoke.&nbsp; Her hands clenched around the tray she held.&nbsp; "You nearly killed my sister!" she yelled, extremely angry.&nbsp; She didn't care if she was his slave, or what he would do to her for bursting out like that.&nbsp; Or in fact, what he would do for her just dropping the tray on the ground and marching off to the kitchen and laying down on her cot, sobbing with anger and bitterness at him.&nbsp; She thought about her sister and how her life was ruined by those scars of hers.&nbsp; She was only eight.
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