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WEST CIRINEAN OCEAN
934 A.R.
Ruby took a look over the shifting blue sea from her chosen spot on the ship. The vast expanse of waves, coupled with the open sky above, provided quite a nice view for anyone willing to give it a glance or two. Especially so when compared to the dank, dimly lit corridors of the dungeon that she had called home during much of the past year. The assassin had been there not only as a prisoner, but also a tenant. After all, it was where she met her Mistress, an enigmatic and powerful captor that she, through a numerous series of events, would come to willingly serve and love.
The first meeting place, the 'labyrinth', as it was called by some, held memories both good and bad, itself the staging ground for perhaps the most eventful phase in the woman's life. But now, it would likely be filled with dirt and gravel, turned into nothing more than a footnote in the history of the now prosperous nation known as Elynsor. To some degree, Ruby had helped it stay that way, but few would remember as much. For her and her Mistress were part of the Redclaw Syndicate, the very organization that had controlled the kingdom's politics to the point of poisoning it. Though the two ultimately defected, they certainly would not be welcomed back by the general public. It was no longer a society that they could safely integrate themselves into, given the Elynsorian distaste for anything Voidic--a nature that Ruby's own Mistress claimed and could not willingly relinquish.
They found temporary refuge on a vessel called the Dorral, a large trade ship now bound west towards the continent of Aloase, where Ruby's home country, Honrai, prospered. This voyage was one of the last favors that the Mistress would ask through her former connections. The boat was headed by a man named Fiaran V. Estram, an Elynsorian entrepreneur who made his living transporting various goods: spices, weapons, livestock, and of course people, back and forth between the two primary continents. For him, Ruby and her owner were simply passengers on a more important trade run, albeit ones that could be considered more important than his usual fare. After all, for him it wouldn't be the first time he entertained a woman or three on board, though in the past they would often have been considered cargo.
But this time around, the Honrainese beauty had far more privilege than just that. She retained free access to where she wanted to go, provided she didn't interfere with the sailors' tasks. Some of the seamen took their fair share of eyefuls out of her when they could, gazes that mostly came when her back was turned. However, very few would even dare act on such lusts, as Ruby was much like the element that she had attuned herself to: fire, in that she was certainly pretty to look at, but also potentially harmful to an inexperienced handler.
Her own handler, who was anything but a novice in the realm of both mental and physical domination, lurked below deck. It was the afternoon watch, when the sun was highest, and Ruby's Mistress was not known for being particularly fond of daylight. It was less by choice and more by her particular biology, and so the domme was often sleeping or otherwise relaxing during these hours.
Ruby herself, being human, had a bit more freedom to enjoy the sun combined with the ocean breeze, even if it made her slightly queasy for some reason. Her fellow servant, Verde, formerly a monk of the same nationality, also retained such a privilege... but he was nowhere to be found on the deck.
"Shouldn't be much longer now," remarked the sailor closest to Ruby. The man's name was Athan, him being a fairly experienced sailor who managed to keep some good looks in spite of his rough profession, in a rugged sort of way; with slightly tanned skin and dark hair, his origins suggested Grisalescan inheritage. Unlike some of the others, he held no bashfulness when addressing the somewhat petite assassin. "I'd give it a week at most, with winds like these. You like being up here during this watch, don't you? I'd have thought you were locked away somewhere... most women I know tend to hide out below deck. Like the tall one," he added. "You know, I never actually caught her name."
The man was referring to one of the only other women on board. She was, of course, Ruby's very own Mistress, known to most only as Noir.
In the past, Ruby remembered her domme holding host to many parties, proving herself more than capable in the social realm. But throughout this particular journey, the otherwise eloquent woman had chosen to keep to herself for the most part.
One might guess it to be burnout, perhaps fatigue from recent events. Ruby didn't have to guess to know that this was the case, as she had gotten so close to her owner, not only on a physical and emotional level, but on a mental one as well. So conditioned was the servant from repeated breakings and various 'sessions' that she had ultimately allowed her domme to gain access to her mind through a subset of her natural Voidic abilities. Eventually, this link became permanent. Through this 'window', the pale Mistress could access hints about the current state of Ruby's mind. While the same was true in reverse, it was to a much lesser extent. After all, Ruby was the submissive one in the relationship, while Noir was most certainly the dominant figure. Such was the dynamic they had established, and whether she cared to admit it or not, she was bound in many ways to the one waiting below deck.
"Guess I can't blame her though," said Athan. "Too long around these blokes and you're bound to wake up with something weird on your face. Female or otherwise, heh. But don't let that scare you... I mean, we've gotten this far without incident, right?"
Unless she chose to kill more time with him, Ruby was then free to move about the ship. The captain and owner, Fiaran, was on the helm, while the other men worked faithfully at helping maintain the course. Those who weren't currently on watch could be seen playing a game of sorts with cards. Alternatively, Ruby could always look around for the oddly absent Verde, or perhaps visit her domme.
934 A.R.
Ruby took a look over the shifting blue sea from her chosen spot on the ship. The vast expanse of waves, coupled with the open sky above, provided quite a nice view for anyone willing to give it a glance or two. Especially so when compared to the dank, dimly lit corridors of the dungeon that she had called home during much of the past year. The assassin had been there not only as a prisoner, but also a tenant. After all, it was where she met her Mistress, an enigmatic and powerful captor that she, through a numerous series of events, would come to willingly serve and love.
The first meeting place, the 'labyrinth', as it was called by some, held memories both good and bad, itself the staging ground for perhaps the most eventful phase in the woman's life. But now, it would likely be filled with dirt and gravel, turned into nothing more than a footnote in the history of the now prosperous nation known as Elynsor. To some degree, Ruby had helped it stay that way, but few would remember as much. For her and her Mistress were part of the Redclaw Syndicate, the very organization that had controlled the kingdom's politics to the point of poisoning it. Though the two ultimately defected, they certainly would not be welcomed back by the general public. It was no longer a society that they could safely integrate themselves into, given the Elynsorian distaste for anything Voidic--a nature that Ruby's own Mistress claimed and could not willingly relinquish.
They found temporary refuge on a vessel called the Dorral, a large trade ship now bound west towards the continent of Aloase, where Ruby's home country, Honrai, prospered. This voyage was one of the last favors that the Mistress would ask through her former connections. The boat was headed by a man named Fiaran V. Estram, an Elynsorian entrepreneur who made his living transporting various goods: spices, weapons, livestock, and of course people, back and forth between the two primary continents. For him, Ruby and her owner were simply passengers on a more important trade run, albeit ones that could be considered more important than his usual fare. After all, for him it wouldn't be the first time he entertained a woman or three on board, though in the past they would often have been considered cargo.
But this time around, the Honrainese beauty had far more privilege than just that. She retained free access to where she wanted to go, provided she didn't interfere with the sailors' tasks. Some of the seamen took their fair share of eyefuls out of her when they could, gazes that mostly came when her back was turned. However, very few would even dare act on such lusts, as Ruby was much like the element that she had attuned herself to: fire, in that she was certainly pretty to look at, but also potentially harmful to an inexperienced handler.
Her own handler, who was anything but a novice in the realm of both mental and physical domination, lurked below deck. It was the afternoon watch, when the sun was highest, and Ruby's Mistress was not known for being particularly fond of daylight. It was less by choice and more by her particular biology, and so the domme was often sleeping or otherwise relaxing during these hours.
Ruby herself, being human, had a bit more freedom to enjoy the sun combined with the ocean breeze, even if it made her slightly queasy for some reason. Her fellow servant, Verde, formerly a monk of the same nationality, also retained such a privilege... but he was nowhere to be found on the deck.
"Shouldn't be much longer now," remarked the sailor closest to Ruby. The man's name was Athan, him being a fairly experienced sailor who managed to keep some good looks in spite of his rough profession, in a rugged sort of way; with slightly tanned skin and dark hair, his origins suggested Grisalescan inheritage. Unlike some of the others, he held no bashfulness when addressing the somewhat petite assassin. "I'd give it a week at most, with winds like these. You like being up here during this watch, don't you? I'd have thought you were locked away somewhere... most women I know tend to hide out below deck. Like the tall one," he added. "You know, I never actually caught her name."
The man was referring to one of the only other women on board. She was, of course, Ruby's very own Mistress, known to most only as Noir.
In the past, Ruby remembered her domme holding host to many parties, proving herself more than capable in the social realm. But throughout this particular journey, the otherwise eloquent woman had chosen to keep to herself for the most part.
One might guess it to be burnout, perhaps fatigue from recent events. Ruby didn't have to guess to know that this was the case, as she had gotten so close to her owner, not only on a physical and emotional level, but on a mental one as well. So conditioned was the servant from repeated breakings and various 'sessions' that she had ultimately allowed her domme to gain access to her mind through a subset of her natural Voidic abilities. Eventually, this link became permanent. Through this 'window', the pale Mistress could access hints about the current state of Ruby's mind. While the same was true in reverse, it was to a much lesser extent. After all, Ruby was the submissive one in the relationship, while Noir was most certainly the dominant figure. Such was the dynamic they had established, and whether she cared to admit it or not, she was bound in many ways to the one waiting below deck.
"Guess I can't blame her though," said Athan. "Too long around these blokes and you're bound to wake up with something weird on your face. Female or otherwise, heh. But don't let that scare you... I mean, we've gotten this far without incident, right?"
Unless she chose to kill more time with him, Ruby was then free to move about the ship. The captain and owner, Fiaran, was on the helm, while the other men worked faithfully at helping maintain the course. Those who weren't currently on watch could be seen playing a game of sorts with cards. Alternatively, Ruby could always look around for the oddly absent Verde, or perhaps visit her domme.