To the Palace - Prologue
This is to be the beginning of my first solo story. Please comment, rate, etc! Feedback is essential! Also, I would encourage any predictions to be made on what you know thus far! You may even influence the outcome. At any rate, read and enjoy! I hope to leave you coming back to read more as this tale progresses! (Mind you, later on I may be introducing graphic violence, as well as F/F and M/M. Warnings will be given on those Chapters!!!)
Author's Note ~
This particular story is an elaboration of a dream I had not but a mere few days ago. I will be including some sex as the plot goes along but, for now, I feel I should develop the plot first.
The characters are anthropomorphic, or animal with human-like qualities. I've added a few things to the story that veer far off the dream I had. All in all, I think you will enjoy it. Please rate, comment, etc. Feedback is good for the soul! :)
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Having forgotten her name in the few months since her capture, the once proud Wolven woman was now reduced to answering only to her number: "13." She was a slave now and had been caged since her first attempt to escape, as well as chained and gagged since she seduced and killed a guard and run off on her last, only to recaptured since running away was hard to do on limited rations. She had known, of course, how foolish that had been, but it had been fun at the very least. She smiled to herself as she remembered making that old lion drool and fumble to find the key to her cage. Thankfully, he had not thought of just buying her outright from the slave merchant at sunrise and leaving her there that night in her cage and that he did not simply rape her when he opened her cage door. Slitting his throat with his own dagger had been a simple task, although she knew just as well that the old codger had not deserved it. She could not afford to dwell on such things this night and she thus shook them off, for with the dawn would bring the day that she would be put up as the main attraction in the capital city of Draconia: Buaic Alex ar, or, in common tongue, Alex's Peak.She would be presented in the town square and was sure to be sold. After all, someone at Alex's Peak would have to be interested in a pure white female Wolven slave.
The Tiger slave merchant was bound to squeeze every copper piece he could out of her and get her off of his hands. He knew he would, too. After all, he himself lay awake almost every night thinking about her body and what he could do to it, as well as what he did manage to do to determine her worth as a slave before she took his eye. He would never let her get that close again, but he could dream. His name was Balthor, no longer a spring cub but certainly not an old geezer. He longed for her to look at him with lust filling her wild hazel eyes instead of the burning pits of fiery rage and hatred she cast his way. To feel her soft fur against his and to caress her perfectly sized, firm breasts in his hands without having to worry about protecting himself from her deadly teeth and claws. He sighed then and rolled over on his mat inside of his tent. 'Oh, well,' he thought. 'At least I will be rid of her tomorrow. She will not be able to torment me in my dreams then!'
None knew exactly what to expect. 13 could only hope to be rid of Balthor and to be purchased by a kind and gentle master and Balthor himself could only hope that the alluring Wolven woman would cease to plague his dreams once he had rid himself of her presence. Little did any realise what Fate would have in store for them with the rise of the Draconian Sun!