The Waking of the Elves (Closet_Freak only ^_^)

OverlordKakashi

(its ok)

center]Kane nodded to himself as she said her name. He went on to say, "Mirinel... Its a good name, very interesting I think at least." He would slow down it seem. The car made an odd noise and pulled into what looked like a kinda big building for her. It was only one story and seemed rather large. Inside would be five rooms total, a kitchen, bathroom, main bedroom, family room, and a basement too.

He stopped the car and put it into park, the large buildings had all disappeared it seemed. Instead it seemed they were just outside the city and they were in the far distance, but still visible. There was hardly any buildings here too on whatever street they were on either. He would open his door and get out and then open her door too if she didn't know they were getting out. Until she finally did he would tell her, "I don't have any clothes for you if your wondering, so I am horribly sorry... But lets just go inside so you can become comfort in your new home." There was a forest it almost seemed around them, he hoped it would help her.

He would begin to lead her inside and then let her go explore as he told her, "After your done you can go outside if you want for now." He didn't want to make her first day bad, but he guessed after he could at least then make her do some things. He planned to make a dinner for them both guessing she didn't know how to cook properly being an elf and all. He would head off into the kitchen unaware she might not be happy alone.[/center]

Closet_freak · Number of posts: 87 Age: 22 Registration date: 2009-10-05

The elven female lowered herself awkwardly onto the passenger seat, curling her small frame into it, and tugging the cloak tighter around her body despite the warmth of the car. Clearly it was more a case of modesty that spurred her to cover herself as much as possible. A slender hand slipped from beneath the fabric to trail her fingertips over the interior of the car door, fascinated by the unusual material.

Deep brown hues stared out of the window, watching in awe at the speed in which the tall grey stone buildings went by. How fast this 'car' could go - it was amazing and yet there was something unnatural about it. A small shudder traveled down her spine as she turned her face toward Kane. She was surprised that he cared; he was the first human to take the time to ask her name.

Lowering her gentle eyes to the felted floor in front of her seat, "Mirinel.." The words were soft, in fact barely audiable and the elven female realised this. She repeated herself, slightly louder but just as melodic, "My name is Mirinel.."

OverlordKakashi

Kane smiled as she seemed to have calmed down and he then entered the car too. It would be warmer in the vehicle and then decided to tell her, "I am sorry if you were cold at all outside..." He deciding making eye contact with her now wasn't the best idea. He put his hands on the wheel and started the car quickly. Then only to pull out onto the actual road. He drove silently without music to not scare her at all. Though he would finally break the silence and say to her, "What is your name by the way? I would like to be able to call you something afterall." He seemed rather calm at the moment still too. He didn't take his eyes off the road now either. They seemed actually be heading away from all the large buildings at the moment and they were becoming smaller.

(Short D= I noticed I had to stop after I asked the question)

Closet_freak · Number of posts: 87 Age: 22 Registration date: 2009-10-05

Her gaze met those strange eyes once again, trying to remain calm though panic was rising within her chest. It was not just the red hues that seemed to burn her very soul, though there were rather alarming, but the foreign landscape and the malice beings that surrounded her, all seeming to wish her harm. Who would not wish to slip their hand free and flee. But where was she to run to?

The warmth that swept over her was surprising and certainly not expected, spurring her to take a step forward. Surely wherever this stranger planned to take her had to be better than here. better than the cruel prison she had been locked within. A glance over her shoulder only confirmed such thoughts, watching silently as a girl like herself was dragged into an awaiting vehicle with little care.

The firm tug upon her arm sent her stumbling forward, coming in contact with the stranger's chest as arms encircled her. Her slender figure tensed at the suddenl physical contact, her small frame dwarfed easily by his and certainly intimidating in terms of strenght and size. However the embrace was gentle and Mirinel forced herself to calm, breathing in deeply in an attempt to slow her wildly fluttering heart. Though the cloak that covered her mostly nude form sheltered her from the elements small tremors swept through the girl as she stood in Kane's arms.

Only once she had summoned the courage did she lift her head, peering up at him silently. Her lips pressed into a thin line of determination and she dipped her head once - she would enter this 'car' that he spoke of without further complaint.

OverlordKakashi

Kane felt her soon become distressed and looked back at her. He wished his eyes could calm her, but he doubted she would see past their deadly appearance and see the aura behind them. He stopped and said, "If you told me your name, I could tell you by your name not to worry you know. So just trust me, I would not lead you to somewhere you dislike. I am going to just take you in that car, it will move us faster to our destination and then you'll be much happier there, trust me." He smiled at her and some how warmth would wash over her in a weird wave. He had an odd effect when he looked into her eyes. It seemed he was very good at having a commanding appearance to sway people around him. He would pull her closer and give her a hug hoping it would sway her more to trust him. Truthfully he didn't have that bad of intentions for having a slave for now, but there were many times when thought of improper thoughts of course. He hoped tonight would not be one of those nights to at least show her some hospitality so she could trust him before something perverted like that happened.

Closet_freak · Number of posts: 87 Age: 22 Registration date: 2009-10-05

Kane was in luck; Mirinel was indeed fresh to captivity. In fact this was only her fourth day without freedom and as a result she had been relatively unscathed or suppressed by multiple beatings or training. Her current docile nature was due mostly to fear and partly her gentle nature. However, her childhood within elven culture had also taught her to respect her elders and betters, regardless of how one felt toward them.

The introduction which came next was unexpected, as was the heavy cloth that was pressed into her hands. On this point she did not argue, she was deeply grateful to cover her figure more appropriately and drew the long cloak around her small shoulders. Nevertheless, as his figure loomed closer she shrunk back only to feel his hands capture her head within them and tilt her face up toward him. Her deep honeyed eyes stared back at his unsettling red hues, and though fear flickered across her soft complexion she held herself steady.

As his hands slipped from the side of her face before one caught hold of her small hand, Mirinel allowed herself to be lead out of the room and into the cold night air. Fresh air! Oh how wonderful it was! The elven female closed her eyes and inhaled deeply as the breeze rushed forward to meet her, whipping her hair back and out of her face. Only after she had savoured being able to breath the air did Mirinel open her eyes to survey the alien landscape that surrounded her.

Grey buildings rose up on all sides, strange lights on tall slender pillars shone too harshly for her sensitive eyes and the smell that hung within the air was not pleasant. Slowly her gaze drifted downward to rest upon the strange object she was being led toward. No doubt Kane would sense her discomfort as her soft footsteps faltered and their arms pulled taunt, as his hand still held her's.

She stared at the car with mistrust and unease - whatever was it? And why was this man leading her toward it? Mirinel's eyes traveled to the face of her....Master. Yes, she was nothing but property now. The thought causing her eyes to shimmer with moisture as she sought some kind of reassurance from the stranger.

OverlordKakashi

The man then told her as she seemed to be slightly grateful, "I am going to be your Master from now on, my name is Kane Kuroda. Now here put this on, I'll have no one else staring at your body with such lewd eyes like the men in there." He handed her a full body cloak like he was wearing. He seemed to have some care towards her, at least more then the people who were recently treating her. He would then walk closer to her again after she put the cloak on. The to put his hand to her face to make her look up at him. He wanted to see her eyes, they were so much calmer and nicer then his. His eyes only made people feel like they were going to die in most cases. He then sighed and let go only to say, "I must say your eyes are quite the catch... now shall we go?" He would take her hand as she could feel warm shot into her body from just touching his. He then would try to lead her outside where she would see a silver car. It was decent looking at that, but he wondered if she didn't like the sight of it. Then again she was raised to be a tool usually for pleasure or just doing work for their Masters or Mistresses, it was such a sad fate. He actually hoped she was one of the crystal elves, who were found only just recently.... Then at least she wouldn't be at the level of a pet for him.

Closet_freak · Number of posts: 87 Age: 22 Registration date: 2009-10-05

Mirinel cried out in fear and then pain as she was propelled through the doorway to land upon her hands and knees in the sand. Her head hung forward, soft auburn hair sliding forward to shield her face from view as her fingers dug into the shifting grains. A door clicked shut and then, moments later, another swung open and the shadow of a figure was cast across the floor.

Fear seized her chest, heart fluttering within her as she sunk back onto her heels, lifting her head to allow her keen eyes to follow the stranger's movement. His observation was unanswered for surely it was obvious that she was of elvish origins. Tappered ears was just visible through the long strands of hair, her pale but perfect complexion, the delicate nose.

The girl suddenly raised herself to her feet, sand slipping from her hands as arms encricled her slender figure in a weak attempt of protection and modesty. She hesitated at the command to come closer, but she did so - slowly and cautiously. It was with great relief that she felt the chains removed from her slender neck and off her smooth skin. Eyes narrowed to focus upon the leather collar that had fallen into her hands, before bowing her head.

How far the elven race had fallen, to be subjected to this. With moistening eyes, Mirinel dipped her head once in acknowledgement of his words of warning. Trembling hands raised the collar to her slim neck and fastening it in place. Her hands slipped to rest at her sides, head still bowed and auburn hair cascading over her shoulders and shielding her face from view.

OverlordKakashi

no no its fine, I can have very long posts too if I put time into them, luckily for you I am lazy xD)

She would feel the chains tighten around her neck as she was push through a new door to her. It had a large drop so she would fall down into some very hard, but soft feeling ground. It was a large room of sand on her half. The other half had hard concrete stones put together in a rush it seemed. The door above her shut now as the man snickered it sounded like and the door at ground level at the other side of the room opened only a few moments later. She would only have about a minute till it happened. The man, who silenced the room was now in the room. Both of his eyes were visible now as he looked down at her and he could only say, "So your one of the elves, an amazing race they said." He felt sad for the girl truly, but it was how life was now adays. This girl was probably one of the few elves found in crystals to escape the fight being a coward or too young. That or she had been a child of an already fallen to slavery elf. He would walk a few steps closer to her and tell her, "Come over here if you could." He didn't care if it was on all fours or not right now as he would wait for her so he could take off the chains. If she refused he would walk over and do it. Then only to drop down infront of her or in her hand if she was standing a doggy collar. He would take a step back and turn around only to rest his back against the wall. He would tell her even if she agrued or summited to wearing the collar, "You shall not take that off, if you do... And someone notices your ears, you will surely be raped or maybe killed if your lucky." He wasn't kidding as some people now adays thought some odd things when it came to her kind. Some still tried to experiment on them to gain their so called magic.

Closet_freak · Number of posts: 87 Age: 22 Registration date: 2009-10-05

It had been a mistake. A mistake to slumber so long; a mistake to entrust the care of the Earth to humans. But worst of all; it had been a mistake to intervene.

Many thousands of years ago the elves had voluntarily accepted their deep slumber, believing that their presence and guardianship of nature was no longer required. Withdrawing to the depths of the largest forests, the elven race concealed themselves with powerful enchantments and left humankind to fend for themselves.

It was nature itself which had woken the mystical race, withdrawing its roots and tangled undergrowth to reveal elegant villages strung high amongst the canopies. Stirred from their slumber the elves found the world much changed; what had once been vast expanses of forest had become scrub land, barren and dust ridden. Trees had been felled and land cleared to make room for vast constructions of grey stone, the air was thick with soot and dirt.

Appalled by the state of their beloved planet and pained by what had been done to the land the elves had stepped forward to bring sense back to the human race - surely they could see that they were killing their own planet. At first the relationship between the two races had been appreciative and respectful; the humans seemed keen to learn and the elves were equally as happy to teach.

It soon became apparent that the human's desire for knowledge was not for the planet's good but for their own personal gain. And when they found themselves unable to gain the power and beauty of the other race they did as they had always done - what could not be controlled, beat to their will and possessed was destroyed. Peaceful beings at their very nature, the elves were reluctant to use their abilites for bloodshed and as a result a great number of their kind was wiped from the face of the earth.

Those that had survived were either the young (who had yet to be taught how to harness their natural born abilites) or the fearful (who concealed themselves within the forests that remained). If the elven race was to survive it would be on it's knees in servitude to the humans - at least that is how it would be until those remaining chose to strike.

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Mirinel sat huddled in the corner of her dark two by three metre cell, knees drawing up to her chest. Honey-brown eyes cast down to the floor, the elven female drew in trembling breath and held it. Shadows moved to and forth outside her small prison, male voices shouting out orders and hissing threats to those they dragged out onto the stage. Each time she was certain that they had come for her and each time it had been some other unfortunate soul dragged off to be sold.

This time her slim, tappered ears picked up the sound of footsteps shuffling outside her locked cell door. Someone laughed, followed by a rattling sound and then the clunk of the lock being drawn back. Light cascaded into the darkness, temporarily blinding her as sensitive eyes closed and head turned to the side. Footsteps approached and then hands closed around her slender arms, dragging her upward and then forwards.

Upon being captured she had been stripped of her clothing and her belongings, now she was dragged out in front of what felt like hundreds of eyes dressed only in two strips of white cloth which concealed her most private parts. A tug upon the chain around her neck and she was sent crashing into the large chest of a man; a man whose arm encricled her and held her squirming body in place for all to see.

Several numbers were called out, two men bidding between themselves before another joined the fray and a silence seemed to settle over the crowd. Mirinel's struggles dissipated as she felt an intense gaze fixed upon her barely-clothed form. Eyes now adjusted to the light, she stared out into the crowd trying to find it's source but seconds later the auctioneer closed the bidding and she was dragged from the stage for collection.

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Back in the cell, hidden behind a large piece of stone, a small green shoot stretched toward the ceiling. An apple seed, nurtured by the young elven female had germinated and begun to grow.

[[Hehe don't worry, all my posts will not be this long!]]

OverlordKakashi

Elves, such a breed that have always been considered beautiful and magical beings in our eyes. We thought of them because it was what we thought perfection was. What an amazing thing to find that our dream was a not one at all. They were indeed such beautiful things. . . We humans couldn't stand it. We became jealous and wanted such power and looks. We came at them to try and extract their magic and figure out how they aged so flawlessly. Nothing was found to help humanity and all was left was burning villages in woods that everyone forgot about soon after. That was 49 years ago...

An auction house was selling its new and recent slaves, some being elves of course. They were on high demand during these past two years for some reason. All the strong ones had been wiped out leaving the weak elves that could hardly use magic, or so the story goes at least. A man sat in the second last row in a brown and torn up rags. They covered his clothing and most of his face. Only one eye would truly be visible from the shadow over his face and its piercing red color would make its victim feel either great fear or a calm feeling if they could see past the rage of the color and look at the true emotion behind it. The most recent auction had just happened, now they were bringing out a new Elf girl. It seemed to have made some interest burn in this man's eye. He looked towards the girl that had just been placed on stage with only light white rags to cover herself and a metal chain around her neck to pull about with the extended part of the chain. He would wait for a few bets to be called before he rose his hand and the slave girl would no doubt feel the piercing eye focused on her.