Lady Rae [Aenid31]
Ok, I have a new character...originally she was an NPC but is slowly gaining popularity :-p I would LOVE to have a picture of her ^_^ Here is a scene from one of her stories that best describes her. Those of you who know Triss... Triss is Lady Rae's favorite slave/pet. So if you feel so inclined in including Triss as a slave into the scene...Go for it!
Also it dosn't have to be this scene, I will leave that up to the artiest...Im just putting the scene up to give you a feel of the character :)
P.s. If you do add Triss...let me know and I'll give an update of her 'slave' appearance :)as there are several major changes that happened to her since her old days :)
A young, zygarrian female sighed pleasantly as she slowly slipped into the steaming bath of salts, oils, water and bubbles. Her fur bristled and ears layed back as she purred delightedly at the sensation of hot water embracing her. Steam rolled up into white plumes to further give off that feeling of pleasant relaxation
Lady Rae was a respected Zygerrian noble. She was especially known for her ability at raising some of the most top quality of servants, a few of which were purchases by the high queen herself. A mark upon the house of Rae that she carried with utmost pride. A mark she flaunted to her under class men whenever possible.
Lady Rae had deep red and black markings, elaborate gold patterns dyed into her fur to match her golden cat like eyes. She was a young noble and slaver, but she did her job well.
The house of Rae was a fine estate, filled with all the elaborate trappings any noble lady would be proud to display. Bright reds, and golds lined the halls and grand chambers, exotic foods laidened long tables, gardens grew plentiful and slaves bustled about performing their set choirs in order to please their Lady currently lounging in her bath house.
“Creature, my pet.” Lady Rae purred pleasantly as she raised a summoning hand to the waiting, black haired slave kneeling upon a red and gold pillow not too far from the bath. The girl Lady Rae called ‘Creature’ seemed to tense at the name. Clouded emerald eyes peeled open to gaze at the cat like human soaking in her expensive bath. “Would you be a darling and retrieve the rare spice oils?” She purred, sinking a bit lower into the water as the girl called ‘Creature’ unfolded legs out from under her and, on hands and knees crawled over to the stone platform where the many viles of oils, soaps, and salts lined in neat little rolls. It only took the young slave a few seconds to find the vile her Lady requested and popped the cork. Instantly the strong aroma of rich spices filled the room, mixing with the steam as the oil poured out into soft hands.
The slave paused to stare at those hands, glistening with the rich oil’s. These same hands used to be rough with calluses, and cracked with the ware and tare of a person who had seen many rough and terrible adventures. This girl was once known as Trisskar Vander, a wild, upstart, Sith Apprentice to Lord Mainyu. After a massive plague that quite suddenly infected force sensitive’s, including her mate and herself. Triss then embarked on a mission to find a cure. While successful in her mission, she was the only one of her small, rag tag team that fall behind, beaten and captured by Lord General Darmuk and forced into slavery under the skilled hands of Lady Rae.
“Creature…?” an amused purr rolled up into the slaves thoughts, causing emerald eyes to look up at the cat smiling over at her. The Lady had turned to fold arms over the side and rest chin on them to watch her willful servant reflect upon a past that was supposed to be forgotten “Heh…come, join me” she held out a soft, pawed hand to gently guide her favorite pet into the hot water.
Trisskar stood in the middle of the steamy bath, the water lapping up against flesh as the lady did a rare thing, taking the vile from the servants hands and started to pour it out so that she could massage and work the oils into the green eyed slaves shoulders and arms “You’ve made great progress, my pet. Lord Darmuk will be pleased” she purred, ignoring the tense muscles of the slave, and the sound of grinding teeth that extra sensitive cat like ears could hear where other sentient could not. Lady Rae however merely chuckled in amusement and flicked her ears as if something had been tickling them for a moment.