(This turned out WICKED long...I'm not usually that bad hahaha, but her background just flowed from me)
Analyss had been a well bred woman. Her mother of beautiful stalk. Short but sturdy woman with fine feminine features and long black curling hair. Her father, a blacksmith, was no slouch himself. A handsome man though disfigured by his year behind the anvil and hammer. She was a perfect mix of the two. Standing no more than 5'2" with thick curves and a sharp tongue. Her hair fell down to her rear as they had not cut it in some several years. It was said that a woman with a full head of hair was likely to catch a greater dowry. Something her poor family needed desperately in such hard times. With the famine striking the village farms many of the households had been forced to pack up and move to the city in hopes of finding a better life. But her parents were not easily frightened by something like the loss of their town income and food source. No instead they had chosen to toil on with a meager existence, stuck in their ways. Hopeful that their daughter would catch the eye of a high bred gentlemen come the Belatine fair.
She, knowing better, had other plans however. Who would want her, she would often think to herself. Though by the standards of those around her she was an exotic beauty to be sure, she thought she compared little to the rapturous beauties she saw depicted in the tombs of time. She had been planning for this for a long time, her departure. Little did she know her plans would soon be foiled. Upon discussion with her mother over her desire to leave and make her way to the city, her parents came to the decision that it was in fact time to make a change. They had little by means of money but knew how to strike a bargain. They struck out for the city. Leaving their homestead behind and taking only her father's tools in their simple single horse wagon. She walked behind, her mother and father in front with the wagon packed to the gills. It took a lot to move a blacksmith, but this was not their first time.
Analyss was a curious girl from a very young age, causing her quite the bit of trouble since she was a child. Today would be no different. Her attitude was high and her spirits lively as she bounced along behind the slow cart. She was moving to the city and there she knew she could make her way as a performer. Though she doubted her beauty her voice could not be contested. It rang loud and clear every time she sang, and her ability to take on the lives of others was convincing beyond all others she had come across. Suddenly ahead the cart came to a halted stop. She could hear her father talking in a hurried tone and another man, with a commanding voice apparently negotiating some wages with my father. Assuming nothing of it Analyss walked around to the approaching caravan of wagons and started to peek inside.
The band of trolleys were heavily guarded by an armament of attractive younger men. Some wounded or disfigured beyond recognition, but all strong and handsome in their own right. She peeked in the first to find only supplies, the second the same. Bolts upon bolts of silken fabric and pottery. She assumed it was a merchant and that perhaps her father was negotiating the purchase of some of the mans wares. She stepped towards the third wagon and was cut off by one of the guards. A less attractive shorter man, barely taller than she and dwarfish in appearance. She shrugged and made her way back to their own horse and wagon. Rounding the corner she could see the man and her father shaking hands, apparently having come to an amenable agreement, her mother however was sobbing. She took a step out from the shadows towards her family and the merchant stepped towards her.
"Hello beautiful," he said as he clasped a heavy iron collar around Analyss' throat. Another man stepped up and placed shackles on her wrists. It took a moment to sink in and then she realized what had happened. Her father had sold her to slavery...She kicked at the men, screaming out to her mother for forgiveness. She cursed at her father and spit at the guards. She caught one of them in the mouth, knocking out a tooth as he stumbled back holding his blood filled mouth. She rounded on another in the side of the head. Hearing a sickening crunch as the heavy iron crushed his temple and he fell heavy to the ground. It was the shorter man she had seen from before. A look of shock plastered to his face and the light fled from his eyes. Horrified at what she had done she backed away unthinking, right into the arms of her purchaser. "Ah you will be a fun one for someone to tame." He said, licking his dry cracked lips and eying her hungrily. She tried to step away but her held her firmly in his grasp, dragging her to a near by guard, this one much larger then the other men. Standing at least 6'7" and 2.5' wide. She shuddered as he grabbed her by the hips and threw her headlong into the covered wagon. She could head the distressed breathing of several other woman, as her eyes adjusted she could see them all around her. Many her age, some younger and other significantly older.
Time passed uneventfully for the next several days as they made their way slowly to the capitol city, or so she assumed from their direction. Picking up several other girls along the way. Each chained as she, hands before them, connected collar strung around their necks. One morning though things were different. When they awoke in the morning it seemed they had stopped. Assuming they had reached their destination the girls were abuzz with rumors and gossip, some having already experienced ownership were excited at the prospect of wealthier clientel. Suddenly a large boom resonated through the camp. The door of the wagon was blown apart, several bloody body parts littering the road that they could see behind them. No one moved. In fact it was some time until anyone was sure they were quite alone... Analyss was the first to stand. Anxious to discover her fate she stepped cautiously from the platform and onto the blood covered dirt path. Everyone was dead. She could see the ornately decorated sleeve of the merchant himself not some 10 feet off, it's arm still contained inside. Resisting the urge to vomit she motioned as best she could to the other girls.
"It's safe," she said as convincingly as possible, "or safe enough" she said under her breath. She started to look around for a key to her chains. The girls slowly flooded out one at a time. By this point the nearest town had sent reinforcements hearing the strange explosion from only some 2 miles further. As she searched the remains for the keys, she took note that the slaver's body was not to be found. Surely she had seen his arm but not he rest of him. Disappointed she was happy to at least have found a small hammer and a metal spike. She sat down and began to chip at her chains when she heard the barking in the distance. Several woman who had yet to run stopped in their tracks. Their arms filled with goodies, which they either dropped immediately or fled into the distance still carrying. Though she had not experienced this before she knew those voices meant men...and her chains meant she was a slave. She grasped the hammer and spike tightly, fleeing into the woods. Forgetting to take care at first she made quite a mess of her retreat. Snapping branches and knocking over piles of wildlife as she stumbled through the forest barefoot. She had made it about a mile in, non-stop running before her body finally gave out on her.
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