Slave of a Nile Warlord (OmniscientOracle &&& Devilishangel)
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				Title: <strong>Slave of a Nile Warlord (OmniscientOracle &amp;&amp;&amp; Devilishangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devilishangel</strong> on <strong>09-06-2015, 19:15:26</strong>
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				The soldier pushed her forwards, together with her servants. She was pushed against her youngest servant, a tiny darkbrown feline. The girl was crying. Even as she normally was very compassionate, she couldn't soothe this girl now. She had just seen how her mother had been killed cold-blooded. One of those Jackals had cut her head off. Her mother was all that had been left of her family. Now Isis was alone. A lonely princess.<br><br>The sand under their paws was hot, the sun burned on their furs as they were forced through the desert. Untill they reached a a big tent. They were pushed inside and one of the soldiers snarled that they had to stand in a row. Most of the women around her were younger, some of them obviously virgin. All servant maids. She knew exactly what those guys were looking for in this group of young women. They wanted an obedient girl, a slave. She was sure they would pick one of the younger servants. It was so easy, they were young, submissive and used to serve. She would be too much of a hassle to them. One question remained in her head, what would they do to her? Had it been a mistake of them to bring her here? Why didn't they kill her like her mother? Maybe they would kill her now. <br><br>She counted 12 women, including her. She saw that most of the young servants were shivering. She was scared to death herself but on the outside she stayed calm. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her fur was wet from sweating and her tail was swaying lightly from left to right in nervousness and fear. Yes she was rich, but she had learned very quickly to stay calm at all times. To not show any feelings or emotions. She didn't know how it was to suffer, or even to work, but she knew how to keep up appearances. Now she could only wait, wait for what was going to happen to them, to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave of a Nile Warlord (OmniscientOracle &amp;&amp;&amp; Devilishangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmniscientOracle</strong> on <strong>09-06-2015, 19:22:49</strong>
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				The attack could not have gone better.&nbsp; Even with the advance warning of the Jackals marching towards their capital, the Mau either cowered in terror behind their weapons, or left in the night.&nbsp; The amount of honorable fighters was pathetic.&nbsp; It was almost a pity to take them down.&nbsp; It felt akin to killing an exotic species.<br><br>Anhotep waved away the soldier that had hung up his battle garb and laid out his casual dress.&nbsp; It was all fine and good to have one of his own soldiers wait on him, which he was more than used to, but he felt that he more than deserved a slave of his own, handpicked from his own prisoners of war.&nbsp; Not to mention that he had picked up the rumors around the campfires of his army that the Mau females were exceptional for their beauty.&nbsp; That was why he had ordered his soldiers to bring all of the female prisoners before his tent, so he could find one who would serve him and attend to his every need.<br><br>As he put on his tunic and kilt, adding his war headress to make him more impressive, he couldn't help but frown to himself.&nbsp; Many of his soldiers had families to go back to, mates and pups that would celebrate their triumphant return.&nbsp; Of course, there were some mates that wouldn't see their loved ones return, but Anubis had thankfully blessed them with minimal casualties.&nbsp; And then there was him.&nbsp; The only things waiting for his return were a number of servants and a villa that felt much to big.&nbsp; He had no mate or pups looking forward to seeing him.&nbsp; And the only reason why his servants would be happy to see him was because that would mean they were not out of a job.&nbsp; Anubis knew how often he had tried to find a mate, but none were . . . right.&nbsp; They were fine, sure, but there was something critical missing from them.&nbsp; He wasn't even sure what it was, but he knew that they didn't do anything for him.&nbsp; In fact, they bored him.&nbsp; And any slaves he had gotten from past campaigns were so meek and mild.&nbsp; They were good for taking orders, but not much else.&nbsp; They wouldn't even try to be interesting or engaging, they just did their jobs.&nbsp; He didn't even care to bring any with him because, well . . . He would feel more compelled to leave them behind.<br><br>But at least he would not have to resort to his own men now.&nbsp; The initial report of the spoils was that there was more than enough females to choose a slave from, something that would benefit his men as much as himself.&nbsp; Perhaps there would be a decent one among this group.&nbsp; He could only hope.<br><br>Throwing aside the flap from his tent, he paused a second to let his eyes adjust to the bright light of the sun, then looked from one end of the line to the other.&nbsp; The reports had been quite accurate, indeed!&nbsp; If the treasure collected was as numerous as these females, the pharaoh would be extremely pleased.&nbsp; He walked to the nearest female Mau and looked down at her, noting how she cowered before him; her dark, terrified eyes flickering between his own eyes and the ground.&nbsp; Her tail twitched nervously and her beautiful, slim form quivered with terror.&nbsp; Everything about her spoke of her youth and her lack of confidence.&nbsp; Just like every other slave he had chosen.&nbsp; Dull.&nbsp; He gave a dismissive wave with his tail and moved on to the next one, which was just about the same.&nbsp; What were the chances that he could find something better?&nbsp; He started down the line, his hopes decreasing with each female he observed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave of a Nile Warlord (OmniscientOracle &amp;&amp;&amp; Devilishangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devilishangel</strong> on <strong>09-06-2015, 20:10:10</strong>
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				The waiting in the hot burning sun seemed to last forever. Isis was not used to being outside in the burning heath that much. She had always been protected. She sighed deeply and observed the guards around them. Jackals...a terrible creature...not beautiful and graceful like the Mau. She under normal circumstances would stay away from Jackals. Now she was captured by a bunch of them. <br><br>The waiting finally seemed to have come to an end as a Jackal, she suspected he was of higher rank, came out of the tent and started to investigate every single Mau in the Row. She was the seventh from the right. She saw how this Jackal was searching for something in the Mau girls he saw. He obviously didn't find that something because Isis witnessed how with every Mau that he inspected his tail waved almost dissapointed and he seemed to be annoyed by this all. Who was he and what was he searching for? So he was not searching for the typical slave? What else would he want than a good slave to do housework and share the bed with him?&nbsp; She could only guess. She saw all the servants bowing their heads in fear as this Jackal stood in front of them. <br><br>As he came to her and stood in front of her she didn't bow her head. She looked him straight in the eye. Her expression was blank. No fear, no nervous reaction. She tried to look almost bored. Not intimidated at all. Even as he was big, tall and strong. She waited for him to say something. He would probably just pass her like he did with the others. If the servants weren't good enough she sure as hell was not either. He could probably see that taking all the servants would be easier to handle than taking her alone...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave of a Nile Warlord (OmniscientOracle &amp;&amp;&amp; Devilishangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmniscientOracle</strong> on <strong>10-06-2015, 19:31:14</strong>
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				Anhotep was about to have the entire lot sent away to join the other prisoners when he came across one Mau that was different from the rest.&nbsp; She was taller than the others, older, not scrawny like the others.&nbsp; She looked him straight in the eye with an emotionless face.&nbsp; No fear, but no anger, either.&nbsp; This was a Mau who was used to more than just taking orders.&nbsp; Very interesting, indeed.<br><br>Keeping his face just as emotionless as before, he finished his scrutiny of her and continued down the line, his only difference of her being the lack of a disappointed tail shake.&nbsp; After he had seen the others and determined that they were as unworthy as the ones before that particular Mau, he walked up to one of the soldiers watching over the line and said quietly to him, "The seventh Mau from the left . . . Bring her to me in my tent.&nbsp; Send the rest back to rejoin the other prisoners."<br><br>The soldier saluted by placing his clenched right fist on his left soldier and walked away to carry out his orders.&nbsp; Anhotep made his way back to his tent, entering and seating himself behind the table that held the victorious attack plans scattered across its surface.&nbsp; He knew that he was taking a risk with this unusual female . . . But he was determined to make sure it worked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave of a Nile Warlord (OmniscientOracle &amp;&amp;&amp; Devilishangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devilishangel</strong> on <strong>11-06-2015, 20:56:34</strong>
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				&nbsp;As the higher ranked person was done inspecting the row of Mau's, Isis saw in the corner of her eyes how he whispered something to the guard and left, back to his tent. The guards started to bark at the Mau's. Than one guard came directly towards her, took her shoulder roughly and dragged her with him. She followed, what else could she do. She was seperated from the rest of the group and brought to the tent where the higher ranked jackal was.<br><br>They entered the tent and the guard saluted without letting her go. The tent was warm, damp, the air was trembling inside and it was filled with strategyplans. She didn't look at the High ranked jackal, her face was as blank as before. If this jackal thought that she would be his slave, he was wrong. She would rather die than do that. Her tail was shivering lightly in fear, her fur stood straight and her whiskers trembled, but her expression stayed blank as she waited for destiny to take it's way. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave of a Nile Warlord (OmniscientOracle &amp;&amp;&amp; Devilishangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmniscientOracle</strong> on <strong>12-06-2015, 22:17:43</strong>
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				Even for the defiance on this Mau's part, it was many times better than he was used to with female prisoners.&nbsp; There was no sobbing, no begging for mercy, no frantic pleas or desperate bargains.&nbsp; The ones who tried to exchange themselves for their sisters were the worst.&nbsp; He could still remember the one who tried to trade the hiding place of her cousin for her freedom.&nbsp; He left that one behind when the army moved off, naked and defenseless.&nbsp; Such treachery would do him no good, not to mention the loathsome quality of the creature who would do such a thing.<br><br>Standing slowly, he looked directly at her face, even though she tried her hardest to avoid his eyes.&nbsp; He placed his fists flat on the table and said softly, yet firmly, "Look at me, Mau."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave of a Nile Warlord (OmniscientOracle &amp;&amp;&amp; Devilishangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devilishangel</strong> on <strong>14-06-2015, 09:46:07</strong>
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				He said in a voice that didn't leave a choice to a lot of other females that she should look at him. His voice and his presence would probably bring a lot of females on their knees, they would be trembling and shivering in fear and obedience. But that was obviously not what he wanted and expected, otherwise he would have not chosen her. Isis would not obey so easily. He could not break her. She was no pathetic slave. She was a graceful princess and wouldn't bow for this Jackall. <br><br>She waited a few seconds, dragging out his patience, maybe trying to humiliate him, trying to be as disobedient as possible without bringing herself into serious danger. After what seemed to be forever, in realizy it was only 30 secondsm she turned her head and looked him straight in the eye with an almost boring stare. She wiuld not show him fear, not show him devotion of any kind. If he wanted to recgonize something in her blank expression, there was a glimp of the fire that was burning inside of her. The fire of her pride and her dignity as a princess. A fire that was hard to extinguish.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave of a Nile Warlord (OmniscientOracle &amp;&amp;&amp; Devilishangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmniscientOracle</strong> on <strong>15-06-2015, 19:19:54</strong>
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				This Mau was a good one.&nbsp; She was strong and bold.&nbsp; She must have known that he was the one who was responsible for the attack on her city, and that he could just as easy have her head cut off as he could stand here and watch her toy with him.&nbsp; But she had the inner courage to stand up to him, to know that she was chosen by him for a specific reason, and that she had a position of strength in that reason, even being completely defenseless in front of him.&nbsp; He liked that a lot, probably the exact opposite reaction that she wanted from him.&nbsp; The only downside was that he would have to wrestle her beneath him, something that he was not used to doing with his slaves.&nbsp; But even then . . . That could be part of the fun.<br><br>It could only have been a few seconds that he stood there in silence, his gaze drilling into her eyes, but it felt like he was already battling with her for control.&nbsp; Finally, he broke the silence, but he continued to look into her eyes.&nbsp; "I know that you are not stupid, Mau.&nbsp; You have too much pride to pretend that you are weak or vulnerable.&nbsp; You have no fear, even when the world that you knew has been destroyed.&nbsp; Any other female would not even have a shred of the backbone that you possess.<br><br>"But that does not change anything.&nbsp; You still stand here before me.&nbsp; This is your fate, dealt by the hand of the gods, whether it fits into your dream of the world or not.&nbsp; I do not wish to break you with savage threats as I feel that we are both above such vulgar actions.&nbsp; But I do not give up easily.&nbsp; You need only look at the ruins of your city to see that.&nbsp; The more you resist, the harder it will be, that is the only thing that I can promise you.&nbsp; I do not have to be your enemy.&nbsp; But treat me as such, and I will be.&nbsp; Do you understand me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave of a Nile Warlord (OmniscientOracle &amp;&amp;&amp; Devilishangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devilishangel</strong> on <strong>16-06-2015, 13:56:27</strong>
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				Isis looked at him, stared into his eyes, as he was silent and as he spoke with her too. Her expression still blank as she stood perfectly still. Her slender cat-body didn't move one inch. She listened to his words, on the outside she acted unimpressed. She waited for a few more seconds after he was done with his speech and said than in a soft but firm tone<br><br>" Do you really think you can control me?" Her eyes spit fire now, The fire that had been burning within her, came out now through her eyes and her words " I am not afraid to die, if you wanted me dead, you would have already killed me! And I would rather die than bow under your command!" <br><br>She would fight. Fight for her race, herself, fight against this Jackal, that thought he could stand over her and control her just like that. She would fight..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave of a Nile Warlord (OmniscientOracle &amp;&amp;&amp; Devilishangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmniscientOracle</strong> on <strong>18-06-2015, 19:38:51</strong>
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				Anhotep took the tirade without even flinching.&nbsp; He was as immovable about his decision as she was.&nbsp; This would normally be little better than an impasse, but Anhotep had won against the full force of the Mau empire . . . He did not plan to lose against one stubborn female.<br><br>Tail swishing sharply, he stood and walked around the table to stand in front of her.&nbsp; Her eyes, now full of a blaze that burned hotter than the desert sun, were locked with his, and he did not break that gaze for a single moment.&nbsp; They were fighting a battle of the wills that rivaled that of the gods.<br><br>"You are right," he told her, his voice low and with a dangerous undertone, "I do not wish you dead.&nbsp; I knew that you had already figured that out for yourself.&nbsp; But you should watch your tongue before you make such rash decisions.&nbsp; I can send you back outside to join the others, and you will be picked to be the trophy of one of my soldiers.&nbsp; Your life will not be much better than if you keep it with me.&nbsp; At least I can grant you certain comforts and securities, such as a bed and a roof over your head, but with them you will get a straw mat in the stable next to their house.&nbsp; And if someone decides that they want to own you more than they want your current owner to have you, they will steal you away from them.&nbsp; If you fight then, they will probably slit your throat and leave you to die in the street.<br><br>"Perhaps you also think that you can just cling to your fellow Mau for support, if I was to turn you away?&nbsp; Think of what you have done:&nbsp; You were singled out in a line of other females.&nbsp; You came into my tent.&nbsp; You have spent a lot of time in there.&nbsp; And then you are suddenly with the others.&nbsp; You claim that I was choosing a slave and rejected you, a stretch to believe at best.&nbsp; What would happen if a rumor started among the other Mau prisoners, that you sold secrets to the Jackal empire for a guarantee of safety after the inevitable victory of the Jackals?&nbsp; One of them might think that you are just trying to cover your tracks, and I don't think that the other prisoners would be too happy to hear that, much less hear an argument from you before you simply . . . Disappear in the middle of the night.&nbsp; Or worse.<br><br>"You say that you are not afraid of death by my hand.&nbsp; But death at the hand of your own people?&nbsp; A disgrace, to say the least.&nbsp; There is far worse than taking orders from me.&nbsp; Think about that the next time you feel compelled to let your emotions get ahead of your intellect, Mau."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave of a Nile Warlord (OmniscientOracle &amp;&amp;&amp; Devilishangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devilishangel</strong> on <strong>06-07-2015, 09:50:19</strong>
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				His words were harsh but she wasn't going to give in that easily. She didn't even blink with her eyes. She didn't flinch. She still stared at him. She was quiet as he spoke to her. As he was done she smiled at him as if this was all so ridiculous. <br><br>" First of all, there is no difference to me if I serve you or one of your soldiers. If I sleep in a bed or on straw. Do you think I am happier with you humiliating me than one of your soldiers?" <br><br>She paused just a few seconds and her voice came back even firmer<br><br>" and who do you think the Mau's will believe if I was to go back to them? Their own leader for several years that treated them good or you Jackal? That took them as prisoners, burned down their houses and is about to erase their people? Do you think Mau's are stupid? Do you think you as Jackals are superior to us?!?"<br><br>her voice had gone louder " I will not bow under your command, so you'd better kill me right now!" <br><br>She pointed at her hairy chest " here, stab me, kill me!"&nbsp; <br><br>She taunted him now, she knew he would get more angry but she was stubborn and not willing to give in to this Jackal. She was the princess, no way she was going to serve him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave of a Nile Warlord (OmniscientOracle &amp;&amp;&amp; Devilishangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmniscientOracle</strong> on <strong>12-07-2015, 19:57:33</strong>
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				His eyes had gotten smaller and harder with each rant that the Mau delivered, his temper slowly creeping up on him.&nbsp; But instead of yelling back at her, he took a deep breath and slowly let it out, trying to clear his mind and vent his anger before it clouded his judgment and poisoned his mind.&nbsp; He stood there for a moment, his determined eyes locked with her own fiery ones.&nbsp; He knew now that she was not going to bow to him at this time, no matter what he told her.&nbsp; But he was not going to lose.&nbsp; He was determined to have her, and he would have her indeed, even if he had to drag her every step of the way.<br><br>Squaring his shoulders, he walked over to the rack that held his war gear and picked up his khopesh (http://1501bc.com/files/khopesh/weapons10.jpg), turning to face the rebellious Mau and hefting it in his hand.&nbsp; His eyes remained cold and hard, and he walked up to the Mau who was not afraid to face death.&nbsp; "You are not a fool, yet you are stubborn.&nbsp; It would be a shame to kill one with such fire and passion.&nbsp; If every soldier we fought had been like you, it would have been much harder on us."<br><br>He walked around behind her and raised the khopesh with one hand, adding, "You are not worthy of this, but it is the only way."&nbsp; Then, with one swift motion, he hit her over the head with the hilt, watching her crumple to the ground in a heap.&nbsp; He felt dirty, in a way, for tricking her like that, but he hoped that she would see that while he did not want to kill her, he also was not willing to give up so easily, either.<br><br>After putting the khopesh back with his gear, he called to one of the soldiers waiting outside and instructed him to fetch a coil of rope.&nbsp; While he waited, he picked up the limp Mau and carried her over to the central tent post, where he sat her up against it.&nbsp; He used the rope that the soldier brought to bind her hands behind her around the pole, then cut off a portion with his khopesh to bind her feet together.&nbsp; All he wanted to do was make sure that she stayed there, preferably without the temptation to run away.&nbsp; The soldiers would want him to dine with them as a victory feast, and he would not deny them that privilege, but he now had a responsibility of his own.&nbsp; At least now he knew a bit more about her, and that his assumption that she was more than just a common servant was correct.&nbsp; She had to be royalty of some sort, particularly a high-ranking one.&nbsp; 'Their own leader,' she had said.&nbsp; If that was so, it would be extremely difficult to get her to change to her new position.&nbsp; But he had a lot of patience and was going to make sure that she came around to his side.&nbsp; For now, he would prepare to go to the feast, and he would see her later tonight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slave of a Nile Warlord (OmniscientOracle &amp;&amp;&amp; Devilishangel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devilishangel</strong> on <strong>15-07-2015, 08:16:51</strong>
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				She could see that she had made him furious. She smirked slightly. That was his own damn fault. She waited in a mixture of fear and amusement what he had planned now. She saw he was desperate now. As he took the khopesh her eyes widened slightly and she let out a high laugh, almost hysterical " Aaah...you're going to kill me now?" He told her he would not kill her, he even complimented her. She shook her head slightly and whispered to herself " fool"<br><br>She heard him moving behind her. As he spoke about she was not worth this it was already too late. She knew something bad was about to happen but she was too late. She wanted to turn around but all she felt was a heavy pain in her head before she sank to the floor. A loud sickening noise told him that she had lost consciousness. Her numb body collapsed, defenseless against the Jackal.<br><br>****<br>She slowly opened her eyes, carefully. She saw everything in a blur and than the headache kicked in. Her head felt like it was going to explode. She moaned softly in pain and moved her head from left to right to clear her view. But it took her another minute or so before she could see the surroundings. She tried to move her hands to her face but she noticed they were stuck somewhere behind her back. She felt something hard poking in her back. Than her view cleared finally and the headache was still pounding in her head but at least she was able to think somehow clear. Reality kicked in together with memories. Now she knew where she was. It was dark, night had come, but she could see the room lightened by the full moon outside. She was still in the tent of this Jackal. What had happened? She looked down at her feet, they were tied together with rope. She tried to move and turn a bit. She saw she sat in the middle of the tent, tied to a pole. She sighed and shook her head as she whispered to herself " Damn Isis..." she searched every dark corner with her narrowed cat eyes, trying to see if someone was with her in the tent but nobody was there. This jackal would return though, she was sure about that.&nbsp; <br><br>He had hit her over the head with the khopesh. " that coward" she whispered to herself. He played a dirty game with her. She knew she was in trouble now. He had been furious. All she could do now is wait for his return as she tried to think of a way to escape. She started to shiver a bit, only wearing a thin dress. During the day it was hot, but in the night it cooled off very drastically and now it was obviously too cold for the dress she was wearing. Her furry body was all cold and she curled up as much as possible to keep her bodywarmth. And she waited...there was nothing else to do than to wait..
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