that thieving bastard

Lia nodded her head in response to Vanta’s question. Of course he had, he was the Warlord, it was his right to give whom he pleased to whomever had pleased him. She had been a slave, bought and paid for from his supplies. She had expected to enter a world much like the one she was leaving. Where wolves would prize her for her beauty, use her for her desire, and hurt her when it pleased it. Never her face of course, for no one had ever dared to mare that perfection. She smiled, and thought of the scar above her eye. She had earned that one.

“He purchased me from slavers that had shipped me in from another continent, they intended to sell me on as a sex slave. I was new to them, so they were partaking every night. Sampling the wares, as it were. Many, many of them” She still remembered what it was like, lying on that stone floor. Hurting in so many places, waiting for the next one to come to her. She placed her spare paw over Vantas, idling tracing it slowly up the paw the silver wolf rested on hers. “He was teaching Artorias about the kind of wolves that existed in dark places, he paid a hefty price for me, and sent me with Art to his sanctuary. There, life… wasn’t like what I expected.”

“The Hallows is somewhere peaceful and wholesome, where wolves stepped carefully around me, and praised me for the strength to rise in the morning. I love them truly, I do. But I don’t think I’ll ever be comfortable there, if I don’t learn who I am first.” She pushed herself gently forward, leaning into Vanta's space, trailing her paw up to the silver wolfs elbow. "You asked me to warm you bed." she said softly, making it clear with her intentions that she was ready to fill that price.

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