Ronyo Cruxis History
From Changeling Venue
Basic Timeline:
Born: July 4, 1935
A Time of Innocence: Ronyo was born on July 4, 1935 to Keith and Marcia Rifkin as Stephanie Estelle Rifkin. Her twin sister, Sherry Elaine Rifkin and her were taken into Arcadia while playing hide-and-seekin a woodland area near their California home one summer afternoon. What the twins know of their past is fractured and one will remember some pieces of their past that the other does not. What they have been able to piece together is that they remember growing up somewhere in California in the 1940's by fashion trends they remember, their father was in the US Navy amd mom stayed home with the twins and their newborn baby brother and July 4th has some importance to them but they are not sure why.
She remembers playing outside, hide-and-seek with her sister (name of PC tie-in) when HE showed up wanting to show her a better hiding place, if only she knew where he was taking her. Ronyo's first Gentry Alasdair, The Prince of Thieves and Ravisher of Names ran a thieving ring and used child labor to support his operation and she was one of his charges. He stole her childhood and her name from her, so the other kids she ran with named her 'Kit' because of her golden-red hair and they said when she slept she looked like a little fox. During her servitude of the first Keeper she was forced to steal anything from food, to fine silk and golden rings to other children on the other side.
She was ordered by her Keeper to find a replacement for a child he recently lost to sickness and she helps lure a young boy named Eric into the hedge with her. She did not want to do it and makes a promise with him that they will escape Arcadia together one night and go back home. Four months pass by and they sneak off to a hedge where they are caught and separated for what seems like several years.
Kit, Eric and Charity reach a spot in the hedge that shows promise to escape through when Eric turns towards the twins, "dialoge pending". It is that split-second hesitation that cost them their freedom. Bloodwine comes from behind Eric, pinning his arms behind him and lifting him high in the air, ignoring the fierce kicks and struggling of the boy. The twins try to run hand-in-hand and are stopped by the Red-Rogue and the Warden. The Warden grabs Kit around her waist and lifts her over his shoulder, she balls up her fists and pounds at his broad shoulders, seeing its useless she bites his ear hard enough that she tastes his blood in her mouth. Furious he tosses her to the ground and the impact and akward landing causes her ankle to break under her weight.
The Prince of Thieves himself walks up to the group, along with the thief Snitch close at his heels, his face grinning. The Warden hands him his whip as his face turns dark and contorts with rage. "Turn her away from me...down on your knees with your back straight. I will enjoy this" Kit cries out as her broken ankle is twisted. He tests his whip, sending a loud crack into the air...
"One for disobedience" "Twice for betrayal" "Thrice for stealing from your master" "Fourth for being ungrateful" "Five for your pride and arrogance" "Six for being a whore" -Alasdair cites the six crimes brought upon Kit, one crack of the whip on her back for each one that have left three X scars on her back, one below each shoulder blade and a third just above the small of her back.
When Kit was finally taken back to her cell and the young boy was placed in the familiar smaller cell the Alpha female of the urchins walks over to the broken and bloodied Kit who lays on the floor. The Alpha kneels down beside Kit and eyes slowly wonder over her body and for a moment, the young boy can see the resentment in her eyes. She stands and kneels down beside Kits broken ankle and gently makes a brace that she places around the wound and bandages it tightly so there is no chance for the bone to heal wrong. Once the Alpha was done with the wound she looks up to notice the young boy watching intently from his cell and a slow dark smile creeps across her lips. She picks up Kit with ease and with her, her bedroll and place both Kit and the bedroll down in front of the young boys bars.
The Alpha stands and walks off to a back room and moments later walks back to the cage with a basin full of water, which she sets to the side of the bed roll. She gently sits Kit up on the bed roll and slowly she pulls her wool top off, exposing Kits delicate and beautiful upper body to the young boy along with her lower half which was covered with a thin bit of cloth. The Alpha gives a tisk at the wounds on Kits back and slowly begins to wash away the dried blood on her back, which during this time the Alphas eyes flash with a bit gold and begins to speak to the young boy. "So boy, isn't your sister beautiful? Doesn't she have such nice breasts and such a lovely body and scent?" she smirks as she continues to wash her "She makes you hard doesn't she?" Eric, who was both in awe of his sisters body and in shame, watched both what was going on with his sister and what the Alpha was speaking.
"How many men do you think will find your sister beautiful now?" she looks at Eric for a moment and then nods to the horrid sobs and cries coming from upstairs "You think your other sister has it bad tonight, you have no idea what the Prince has in store for your dearest sister once she is able to walk" she puts the rag back in the basin and her fingers gently begin to run over Kits naked top half and eventually they would move to her hair which she would bring a few wisps up to smell with a long drawn out purr of delight. She stands and walks to the forward right of kit and kneels down before the beauty. The Alpha, turns and gives the young boy a pleasant little smile then turns and gives Kit a deep lustful kiss. Slowly her hands run over kits body, gently groping her breasts and slowly they move down to the point where they linger at the very edge of the panties that hide the most secret of spots upon Kits body. The Alpha looks back at the young boy "if your lucky I might just indulge myself in front of you" she gives a wicked grin and her hand moves down and begins to rub the beauty through her panties. The Young boy, who sat there in his cage, still in shock of what he sees and in agony for his own body wants what it sees, yet the mind still isn't old enough to understand what it is that it wants. Kit gives a gentle moan and the Alpha has visible signs of her own desire as shivers run through her body. "You sister is not a whore yet little boy..." the fingers that gently played through kits panties pushed a bit more into them and the area of her panties begin to slight grow wet.
The Alpha stops and turns to look at the young boy with a smile and a purr "As I was saying, she isn't a whore yet but she will be soon enough. She will grow to like it when she is touched there, she will enjoy the kiss of every man and woman who wants her. She will feel pain night after night as every man smashes themselves inside her and after time she will be able to handle everything they give her and more" She turns and kisses Kit deeply again and then lays the beauty down on her bedroll. The Alpha, who still had a smile upon her lips, sits before the young boys cage and hikes up her dress to reveal that she too, had grown wet in her own desire. She slowly slides a hand down to her legs and right when she was getting ready to enjoy herself more the Warden yells down the stairs. "Myra! Get up here, we need you to watch over the procession that is going on with Charity. If you like you can join in" the door slams shut and for a moment Myra has a look of annoyance. She shakes her head and stands up and walks over to the bars where the young boy, watched and she kneeled down before him "If you were a bit older boy, I would let you touch me with your little soldier." She turns and pulls the bedroll with the half naked kit up against the bar and sets beside her a boys t-shirt. "Well, I'm off to see what delightful deeds the boys are having and maybe I will get lucky and have a bit of fun on my own" with that, Myra, walks out of the cell to leave the young boy and his sister alone.
The young boy lays back against the bars and his hand reaches out to gently stroke the soft red hair of his beloved sister. He ignores the thorns that stick him and cut into his wounds. The Beauty begins to stir a little and she turns her head a bit to look at the young boy, who looks back at her. "Sister..." his hand moves and gently touches her cheek "No matter what happens, I will see you again... Charity and you are the only family I have in this world. If you we live to get away, I will find you two, I promise and we will escape for sure... I love you dear sister... I hope you understand" his hand moves from her cheek and down to her hand which he gently holds in his own.
He feels a weak squeeze from the hand he is holding as silent tears roll down her face to the filthy bedroll beneath her. Her lips barely move and no sound is heard.
Kit wakes up cold, alone and in a darkness that smells of mold, urine and blood. She doesn’t know where or when she is, all she knows is that she is having trouble thinking straight and it hurts all over, when she shifts her body metal scrapes across the stone floor as her body screams in pain and she falls back into unconsciousness, crying. It was only a week but it felt likes months or years for Kit during the week she is kept in "The Closet" a small windowless cell that is 5 x 5. The daily beatings and constant darkness took a toll on her mentally, emotionally and spiritually-rumor has it she still gets claustophobic in small, dark places. They say that when she was finally released from her cell she had aged to appear almost sixteen and the woman-child was now more woman than child.
How many days have gone by? Are Eric and Charity still alive, how much longer before I grow weak enough and die in this prison, alone. All I have is darkness to keep me company.
A door opens from behind her and for a brief moment cool air enters the chamber, who is there she wonders as the familiar smell of brandy and cheap tobacco fill the air during a long exhale of the person standing behind her. Shit, it’s the Warden and all she can do is take whatever he has in store for her. The door shuts behind him with a loud slam locks into place, he places a torch in the wire holder on the wall. “Did you sleep well pretty? Did you enjoy hearing your sister scream as each one of us took her in turn until she was bleeding and broken on the Princes chamber floor? No one will hear your screams except you and I.” He leans down and takes a fistful of her hair in his hand, holding her head back as he forces his kisses upon her, probing his tongue deep in her mouth as she squirms, trying to get away. “I enjoy listening to a little girl scream, it makes me hard. You will scream for me won’t you my little whore” He moves her panties aside as his calloused index finger pushes inside her with force, a small scream escapes her lips as she tries to move into a corner away from him. He lets go. “Where will you go pretty? Come to daddy…you will come to me child.” He laughs as she tried to scurry away and grabs the shirt, lifting it hastily over her head and tosses it into a corner, he then removes the chain around her ankle and grabs the two hanging along the wall, snapping them around her wrists with two quick movements so that she faces the wall. She slumps to the ground, her arms suspended in the air. She takes in a sharp breath when she hears him unbuckle his belt, praying it will be over quickly but knowing it won’t. He straddles her and bends down, fondling the small buds of her breasts first then wanders down to her groin, one hand keeping her from trying to close her legs while the other probes inside her. “This will be fun for me pretty. This is all your fault you know” he removes his hand and takes a handful of her hair to his face and breathes deep, “you smell so good pretty, I can only imagine what you will taste like when you get older. Now be a good girl and open up for daddy, he’s had a hard night and needs some…fresh meat to revive him ”
(The actual rape itself is long and violent and I personally am not going to be more graphic or go into further detail than I have)
The Warden pulls himself out of Kit, fully satisfied with himself and the screams he heard, “It’s a shame your only worth half of what you were hours ago now, but he’ll never know who cost him his full payment, now will he.” He chuckles to himself and leaves the small cell, closing the door behind him she hears a click on the other side. She leans as close to the rough stone wall as possible, thankful that its over, for now. She can still taste him in his mouth, almost makes her gag and no position is comfortable as both her vagina and anus are in pain from his forced entry. She sobs herself to sleep, both thankful and scared of the dark around her.
She dreams of a bright forest full of life, color, sights and smells. She can hear small animals in the tall grass, a lazy babbling brook to the side and the laughter of two girls off to the distance. Suddenly the sky goes dark and a fierce wind picks up, the clouds above rotate menacingly in a counter-clockwise movement. The very life of this forest is drained away as ash falls from the sky choking everything in sight. The laughter of the girls has now turned to screams as they race to find one another in the heart of this forest. One calls to the other, S-T-E-P-H-A-N-I-E!!
Kit wakes up naked in a cold sweat, the dream quickly fading from her memory, all except the word she heard, Stephanie. What did it mean to her, it sounded familiar yet alien all at the same time. Exhaustion and the pain overtakes the small child and she slips into an uneasy sleep for three days.
Kit stirs as she hears the keys trying to unlock the door to her cell and instinctively tries to lean into the cell wall to get away. It took several long moments before she realized she was sitting on the stone floor, her arms no longer hurting from the strain of the suspended motion and that confuses her. Her body doesn’t hurt and the brace came off during the night but how is that possible? Was she asleep that long, that no one came to feed her or check to see if she was alive?
The Warden unlocks the door and struts in, looking for a bit of a morning workout for his little soldier before he starts his rounds. He moves to put the torch in the sconce when the light catches a ribbon of long, cherry-red hair cascading onto the stone floor, the room is intoxicated with a heavy scent of exotic florals, spices and oils. The door half open he looks into Kits eyes, filled with hatred, remorse, and defiance.
“Fuck me” The Warden speaks louder than he intended and looks down at her body, looking over her strong firm breasts, a perfectly smooth tanned complexion with a healthy honey glow to it and her eyes are the clear blue of an ocean bay on white sand with silver stars in them. Surely this can’t be the same child he took by force only a few nights ago who now before him is in her late teens.
Her voice is low and husky, she seems surprised as she speaks, not familiar with the tone, “I don’t think so dear Warden. You don’t get a second crack at me” One of the older boys peeks around the Wardens broad back to get a look at what is going on, its Snitch and he gives a shout of surprise that causes some of the other slumbering children to wake an hour before the coming dawn. The Warden barks at Snitch, “Go get the Prince, tell him its urgent. NOW!” Snitch scurries off, snickering and telling everyone he sees that Kits in the cell naked oh and yeah she has tits now. The Warden tries to close the door behind him, hoping for a few moments alone with the grown fox before the Prince comes down but a strong arm from Myra holds it open. “Now this does make things interesting…” She purrs in delight, scanning over every exposed inch of Kits body.
Then Kit remembered, her first name was Stephanie. The shackles from the wall break, clattering to the stone floor and she rubs her wrists are free. She stands with her back straight and her hair covers her body like a sheer cloak trailing down to her waist, looking at the Warden in the eyes from her height of just under 5’5”. She speaks with confidence and defiance, “This will be fun for me Warden. This is all your fault you know. You took my innocence, the last thing that held the spell the Prince had over me, my sister and all the kids here, keeping our youth and letting us slowly age so that he may not be bothered with finding replacements. I will make you regret what you did to me, my sister and my brother. You will pay ten-thousand fold for every young girl you violated, not today but one day you will and I will be there when it happens.”
The Warden is speechless as this changeling a sense of fear, desire and disbelief in him of her words, he gives a nervous chuckle.
A week later Kit found herself bound in the back of a small cart heading towards Greenridge, a city about a days ride from the pier. She was allowed to bathe the night before for the first time since her failed escape to the mortal workd and dressed in a drab olive-colored woolen mens shirt that when belted the hem was about five inches above the knee.
The Warden, Alasdair and Kit rode throught the south gate, the poorest part of the city wehre the homeless sleep in doorways of shops long empty and refuse builds in the alleys to rot. "Good thing we got outta here when we did Boss, lookey over there, he points down the street to where a tavern used to be, even Bareknuckles is done gone." Alaisdair nods as they move towards the center of town where the auction is to be held later this morning.... (To be further detailed soon!)
Kits hands are bound behind her and someone roughly pushes her onto the center of the auction platform. Facing the crowd, a mix of whistles, lewd comments, insults and laughter reach her ears. It didn't matter, she looks straight ahead out beyond the crowd, nothing that they say would hurt or humiliate her her more than what she had already recently endured. Of course, she was wrong, the Fae seemed to enjoy toying with the humans they captured, mutiliating them, humiliating them and breaking them in every facet possible until they are but a shell of what they were. The auctioner started naming off a list of her assests to try and inflate the cost of owning her until he went to her flaws. She stood there, emotionless, feeling like some piece of furniture or a chipped vase at an estate sale-she had no idea what was in store for her just that she would endure and fulfill a promise she made to her family.
<center>An Unpleasant Reunion
The next set of fighters was preparing themselves in the hall underneath the nobles’ very feet at the Pit of Desires, where one man or woman would go away victoriously in their division. Ronyo was not dressed as a “Pit Girl” as they had nicknamed her, one that over the years earned her reputation as a healer among the fighters and favored prize of the winners. Tonight she was on the arm of a wealthy noble, Kyric von Juttenstein, a well-to-do businessman whose estate bordered the kingdom of Sol. He stood about seven feet tall, his honey-brown hair cascaded in soft curls down his back, held with a single black ribbon. He wore a full length crimson colored jacket that accentuated his pale gold eyes. Knee-high shiny black boots made of the finest leather covered his feet and brown suede pants held tight to his body, giving the ladies an idea just of what lay underneath. The satyr blood manifested in the two large horns that curled back, partially hidden under is large hat. Ronyo wore a full length skirt with slits that went to her upper thigh, golden sandels, the collar of cul Sereg’wethrin upon her throat and a tight choli made of the same dark red satin as the skirt, trimmed in gold. Her hair is piled loosely upon her head as she sits with Kyric, waiting for the next match when she inhales sharply and catches the eye of Alasdair watching her. He hasn’t changed since she left his little thieving ring and has his warden and Myra with him. Kyric heard her, “What is the matter my pretty, something startle you? Perhaps you should sit on my lap and I’ll protect you” a sly smile forming on his lips. “No thanks, just…saw someone from my past is all.” She looks back and sees the Warden sitting there but Alasdair and Myra are gone.
The fight is about to start, Vayne and his partner are lead out from one end and measure up their opponents coming out from the other. The fight promises to be a good one, both teams seem evenly matched when you consider their strength and weaknesses. The bell rings, signaling the fight to begin. Ronyo watches Vayne fight but cannot help but be distracted at the unease of seeing the trio again, she does not notice Myra sneak into the balcony until the blade slides deep into her shoulderblade and she falls unconscious while the poison starts to make its way through her body. Kryric, feeling her sudden weightlessness looks over to her slumped body to take notice of the gash in her shoulder and blood trickling down her chest. “Guards! There’s been an attack, G-U-A-R-D-S!” A patron near Ronyo screams and falls back, fainted. Myra sneaks out of the balcony, unseen between the shadows she scales the wall, is seen but doesn’t seem to care and flips over the edge to the outside of the arena and is gone.
Ronyo's lifeless body is quickly brought down to the medic room usually reserved for injured fighters. Already you could see the poison moving through her body from the sickly green flesh near where the blade pierced her skin. Her skin was pale and clammy, her lips had a bluish tinge and her hair was turning a washed-out pale red.
A gnomish-looking old woman bustled around, bringing her basket of herbs, salves and poultices, a clean damp cloth and cool bucket of clean water to the table near where they laid Ronyo down. "Flower wilting, Flower dying." She leans in to suck out the poison, spitting it out in a small metal cup when her face contorts, "Poison very bad, should be dead long time...strange this one is, very strange..." she mumbles to herself as she rubs a foul-smelling salve into the wound to keep the poison from spreading further.
Meanwhile Kyric is off to the side speaking with the guards about the attack and looks nervously at the woman. Word was alread sent to A'mael but it would be several hours before she would arrive and Ronyo may be dead by then. He can hear the fight continuing outside and with it the rumors spreading that one of A'mael's girls was murdered by an unknown assassian.
January 2000 Ronyo escapes the hedge herself
A Fairest in Fox Fur
She sits down at the vanity and looks in the mirror seeing the reflection looking back at her. Long, cherry-red tresses in loose curls cascade down to her waist, eyes the color of a night sky just minutes after the last rays of the setting sun fade with flecks of silver sparkle in the soft light. She opens a drawer to her left and takes out a small mahogoney stained box with a silver fox face looking up at her and sighs softly as the box is gently brought to rest on the small glass table. Long, slender fingers push back the lid, revealing folds of soft black velvet fabric within that part like water as she lifts out the mask. She strokes the fur as a lover would, feeling the silky soft pelt beneath her fingertips she brings the mask to her face and looking in the mirror watches herself-the fur brushes against the skin of her cheek. So soft, so comforting so...real. She brings the mask down in front of her, looking at the dyed skin as her fingers trail down the ribbon, she smiles to herself and lifts it to her face securing it in place with the satin. She smoothes out her hair and looks through the eyes of the fox mask back at her reflection in the mirror, the soft velvet nose covers her own, only the jawline and bottom lip show the world who she is.
"The desire to be something you are not but were meant to be, to be more than you are or ever could be, to live in the moment and dance the dream-that is what the mask means to me" She speaks to herself in the mirror as if talking to a close friend and smiles. She stands and moves to the three-panaled mirror, the emerald green taffata dress swishing as she moves. Her reflection is stunning, the red tail and mask are a nice complement to the green sleeveless dress as she looks over her shoulder.
