haremfaery
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Katirah ((Kah-TIR- rah roll the r)) was cursed. She had been born a beautiful child and retained that beauty into young womanhood. She did not go through an awkward stage at puberty and only seemed to become more beautiful. Her hair was a sun streaked auburn, her eyes deep green flecked with gold. Her skin was flawless, not a mole or a freckle marred it's milky perfection.
Katirah was cursed. Like all of her people, she was intelligent and clever. She loved stories and memorized them easily along with poems of all sorts. She had her father's gift with instruments. She could play almost anything with little instruction and had a good ear.
Katirah was cursed. She had her mother's voice and could sing like the nightingale in the Mandarin's court. She also had her mother's gift for dancing. She could dance with such etherealness, as if her feet were too special to touch the ground. Yet she could also dance with a raw earthiness to rouse the stoniest of men.
Katirah was a passionate girl, quick to anger or to happiness. Her moods changed as quickly as the clouds over the mountains of her homeland.
And Katirah was cursed.
When the raiders came to her village, she would have been safe if she had stayed hidden with the other girls and most of the women. But she could not stay hidden when she saw her father and brothers attacked. She snatched up a fallen sword and dashed at the raiders. She was able to give a few some lasting scars before she was grabbed and thrown over a horse. At the time they did not know what a gem they had stolen. The rider thwacked her across her bottom with the flat of his sword to quiet her. "This one fights like a she-demon. He grinned. She would bring much gold in the slave market if she were half as fair as she was vicious. And he would take some of the spirit out of her by the time she was presented.
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Katirah was in a line with other women, some little more than girls, some far older than she. Some to be sold as household slaves, some to work in the marketplace or the fields, some, like Katirah, were for entertainment--playing, singing, dancing, and others were for a different sort of entertainment altogether.
Katirah was worth far more for her skills in the musical arts and storytelling. That's what she had been told and she clung to to that. She would live a quiet life entertaining her master and his guests, pursuing her music, perhaps teaching the master's children these fine arts. It would be a good life.
She was roused from her daydream when one of the slave master's grabbed her by the elbow.
((Feel free to jump to where you want this to begin...her arrival at the slave market, the auction itself...))
Katirah was cursed. Like all of her people, she was intelligent and clever. She loved stories and memorized them easily along with poems of all sorts. She had her father's gift with instruments. She could play almost anything with little instruction and had a good ear.
Katirah was cursed. She had her mother's voice and could sing like the nightingale in the Mandarin's court. She also had her mother's gift for dancing. She could dance with such etherealness, as if her feet were too special to touch the ground. Yet she could also dance with a raw earthiness to rouse the stoniest of men.
Katirah was a passionate girl, quick to anger or to happiness. Her moods changed as quickly as the clouds over the mountains of her homeland.
And Katirah was cursed.
When the raiders came to her village, she would have been safe if she had stayed hidden with the other girls and most of the women. But she could not stay hidden when she saw her father and brothers attacked. She snatched up a fallen sword and dashed at the raiders. She was able to give a few some lasting scars before she was grabbed and thrown over a horse. At the time they did not know what a gem they had stolen. The rider thwacked her across her bottom with the flat of his sword to quiet her. "This one fights like a she-demon. He grinned. She would bring much gold in the slave market if she were half as fair as she was vicious. And he would take some of the spirit out of her by the time she was presented.
----
Katirah was in a line with other women, some little more than girls, some far older than she. Some to be sold as household slaves, some to work in the marketplace or the fields, some, like Katirah, were for entertainment--playing, singing, dancing, and others were for a different sort of entertainment altogether.
Katirah was worth far more for her skills in the musical arts and storytelling. That's what she had been told and she clung to to that. She would live a quiet life entertaining her master and his guests, pursuing her music, perhaps teaching the master's children these fine arts. It would be a good life.
She was roused from her daydream when one of the slave master's grabbed her by the elbow.
((Feel free to jump to where you want this to begin...her arrival at the slave market, the auction itself...))