Vayne Cruxis History
From Changeling Venue
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Vayne was born to a middle class family in Pollock Pines California, back in 1963 and from what little he could remember of his former life was that he was treated well by his parents. Yet, those were the nights when his life was simple and he knew nothing of the true world. After spending some time with his father out in the woods near his house he noticed a beautiful girl who was sitting by a stream. She called to him without saying a word, her appearance was haunting and seemed to draw him to her, yet, before he had a chance to speak to her, she saw the young boys father walk up and she disappeared into the woods.
After trying to talk to his father about the girl and finding that his father just thought it was a story they went home where he ate dinner and went to bed. Yet, as he laid in bed thinking about the girl he was disturbed by a light taping on his window. He gets up and looks at the window and sees the girl standing there with a smile on her face. He gets up from his bed and quickly opens the window to speak to her.
“Ummm… don’t you know what time it is? Its pretty late… where do you live at?”
The little eerie but beautiful girl smiles and the little boy smells the faint scent of fragrant roses. The girl giggles softly and the little boy can almost hear the twinkle of little bells. "The moon is full, it lights my path from the other side of the forest"
The boy looks at the girl and smiles “yeah… I bet, but I can’t leave its bed time for me… So what are you doing up? Do you live near by, do you want to come in?”
She looks behind her for a moment, "I came to see you, that's why I'm up" she shakes her head 'yes' and her high ponytail shakes back and forth then cocks her head, "Umm, is your daddy going to be mad because I don't want to get you in trouble."
The boy looks around his room for a moment and shakes his head “No… if I’m back in bed before morning I’m sure he won’t mind” forgetting what his parents told him and ignoring his own words before, he slips out of the window “So… what do you want to do?”
She takes his hand in hers and puts her index finger against her lips, "Shhh...follow me" She moves her head towards the shadows of the trees of a nearby park. "My name's Kit, what's yours?"
The boy looks at her for a moment “I’m Eric… Nice to meet you Kit” he looks down at their hands and he smiles lightly. Her touch is warm, enticing, entrancing and scary. He looks at her “So what do you want to do?”
The little girl motioned towards the near by play ground and takes Eric’s hand, dragging him towards the swings. "Swings first...I haven't had a friend to play on the playground equipment with in a long time. I'm not allowed to play outside in the daytime."
After a moment of resisting Eric decided to go anyways and followed her over to the equipment. Which for the next hour they sat on the swings, enjoying themselves as they tried to swing higher then each other. After the laughter had died down the two stopped and talked for a little bit. Finally, when the sky started to lighten the little girl got up and tagged Eric.
Chapter 2: Into the Hedge
“Tag your it!” she cried and began to run off towards the near by woods behind Eric’s house. Eric, lost in the moment, got up and ran after kit trying to tag her back. Eric, who was a rather athletic, did his best to keep up with Kit, who seemed very oddly to be able to keep ahead of him. Finally, after running for what felt like Miles, Kit stopped at a grouping of Brush that seemed to stick up high above either of the two kids heads. She looks over at Eric, gives a wink and slides through the branches and into the thick green ‘Hedge’ which Eric, unknowingly, gave chase into.
He slipped into the Hedge and slowly worked his way through the brush. Which was he moved deeper and deeper into the brush the gained more cuts as the branches cut him and the thorns tore at his skin and clothes. Finally, after a long and painful chase he slipped out on the other side of this ‘Hedge’ tired. Yet, as much as he figured this would be when he would see Kit and ask that she help him back home, instead he would find a group of people… no a group of monsters capture him in a net. He tried to break free screaming loudly for anyone to hear him, but after a couple of minutes of useless struggling, and hoping this was a nightmare, the came to the grim conclusion that the world he was in was no longer his own and the creatures that had him weren’t from a Nightmare but were reality. Tired, frighten and in pain, Eric was unable to keep himself awake and fell into slumber for his trip back to the cell they were going to keep him in.
It would be during this time that the boy would find the world he knew was no longer then a cage within a nightmare. The bars, made of the most defiant ivy and thorns one could ever meet held him within his confines waiting for those who had taken him to remove him from this place of holding and devour him whole. Yet, those he thought would come to take the flesh from his bone was not but a little girl of exquisite beauty and a scent that brought impure thoughts even to a boy who knew naught of the desire of men.
This girl, for a moment, looked nothing like the girl who snared the little boy from his world to this new nightmare that he was now captured in. Yet after moments where his eyes stayed upon the beautiful skin of the girl before him he realized that this girl was the one who could only have been known to him before as the one known as Kit. This is when the boy raised his voice, screaming at her, crying in great measure to be released and trying to grab her through the bars made of Ivy and thorns, which unknown to him do to his most defiant anger was cutting deep into his flesh, letting the blood of his body slide down the thorns and the arms of the little boy. After moments of anguish, he pulled back, frighten and scared, no longer happy, no longer apart of something familiar. Still, the pain would not be felt and still he bled, but it wouldn’t take long for the wounds to heal.
The little girl, so beautiful, so inviting, looked upon the boy, both in astonishment and in shame. For the boy she took was to be her release, but now here is the boy, much like how she was, and here she was, still here, still her, still without a name or a proper memory of the world before her.
The Beautiful girl looks upon the young boy in her tattered clothes which seem to be of no mind compared to the very aspect of her. She, a woman, yet a girl still, is silent with tears that seem to roll down upon the face of pure loveliness. Behind her, another woman close to the same as the one who stood before the boy steps from the darkness, yet, even though she mirrored the beauty before him, she had the markings of the rascal raccoons, the band around the eyes with pointed ears to match. She too, regardless of her features, seemed to call to the young lad in a manner that should not come to him until he has reached ages a bit older then he is now.
The Girl, who shines so much of beauty speaks in a voice that only can be detailed as that of an angel. “I’m sorry that I tricked you, I thought I had no choice…” The girl, so beautiful, even more so now then before, kneeled down to look at the boy, still with tears in her eyes. Light laughter is heard from the Wild Raccoon girl beside the one who kneeled and her voice gives way to, something not as beautiful, but held its own appealing sound. “your stupid to have believed that HE would have kept his promise to us. Now he has someone to replace the other boy, Tommy, and he still has us… Yet look at it this way, at least he Feeds us, gives us a place to sleep and gives us clothes as well.”
At this time the young boy realized that the two girls that were on the other side of his cage, were in fact also encaged as well. Their cage, however, was larger then his, by much, and in this cage, held more then just the two. The boy sees about seven other children sleeping or sitting on bedrolls. A few are other girls, much like the two before him, possibly a bit older, while the others are boys, possibly about his age. One child who looks no more then about a year more then Eric speaks to him. “We be the Prince's "Urchin Snatchers" is be what he calls us. If we be good 'nuff an' please him, he be keeping the Red-Rogue an' Bloodwine away from us, they be's the folks who netted you, 'long with some of the Princes older boys trying ta get rights to their own lot of urchin's. They works for the Prince and go 'round picking up the stray he be liking or doing the jobs we be too small an' weak to carry out. The gang here calls me Robbie" The boy said nothing and moved further back into his small cage and his eyes begin to give way to tears as he now realize that he was, by all means, in what many have called it, hell.
Chapter 3: The Beginning of a new life
Several days would pass in the world of horror and enchantment before the young boy was released from his tiny little cell and into the larger one that held the larger crowd of children that were held here against their own will. It would be during this start that the boy would begin to find a friendship with the girl that brought him to this hell, but, like all things in the beginning, it started off rocky. The girl, concerned and guilty for the boy, moved her sleeping roll across from the young boy, to keep an eye on him, to make sure he was fine. Yet, still resentful, he kept his distance from both her and the others around him, preferring his own mind, which reeled in anger, then the company of the creatures around him.
The beauty, who was so tormented by her deed, found it hard to bring her eyes close to his and often times she would stare at him for long moments, waiting for him to say something in return to her, anything, even if it was resentful, but the young boy kept to himself, never saying a word to her. The nights the young boy cried himself to sleep, she too, cried, both for him and for herself, but kept the cries silent as she leaned against the thorn bars of the ivy cage.
Finally after a week of this sort of arrangement, when it felt that the young boy would always stay silent in anger towards her and those around him, he would show his heart, regardless of how dark it is within the world he is in. One night a fierce storm blew in from the nearby sea and it was hitting the land hard with its winds and rains. Two of the urchins that were sent to look about the world outside the cage came in from the storm with the devils wind at their back. The three stepped down into the cellar, which is where the children were being kept and hung their soaked wool cloaks up upon near by hooks. After drying themselves off the two stepped back into the cell and quietly spoke to the ones that were awake due to the sound of the Storm. “It's gonna be a long night, get some sleep while ya canna kids. Blacktooth's Cove is already flooded out 'cording to Woodward so his crew will probably be staying in the bunks” The young boy looks over to one of the two boys who motions over to another cell across the narrow hall “” Once they clear it with the Warden."
Now as a rather interesting turn of events the young boy notices the cell door was slightly open and nothing kept it shut. As much as an interesting opportunity this would have been to have escaped at this point, the young boy knew that trying to sneak out was going to be impossible at this point since some of the urchins were still awake. Yet, he kept very good note of this and began to think of ways to try and escape. The young boy, at this point, laid down and looked up at the ceiling, thinking long and hard about his situation and the possibilities of escaping. This is when footsteps are heard and low but gruff voices echo down the stair well.
Woodward and the rest of his shady crew came stepping down the stairs, cold and soaked from the rain outside. Woodward, a man who seemed rather tired and ready for rest walked past their cell without issue and headed towards the beds. After Woodward three teenagers walked silently behind, but one stops and looks into the cage. After a few moments he smirks and motions that he will be at his bed in a few minutes and he slowly moves towards the door, silently slipping into the cage. This teenager, known as Meintanis, was towering over all other children within the cage and had his black hair slicked back. He slowly walked towards the back of the cell where the beauty and her twin sister slept close to one another and where the young boy laid, wide awake, thinking silently to himself.
This creature, stopped over the two beauties and silently shuddered. He licked his lips and kneeled down before the two little girls quietly trying not to awaken them. This man, who now had a malicious smile upon his lips lets one hand slide into his pants while another hand slowly snaked up the young beauties leg, slowly heading up into her dress, yet, he would quickly stop as the young boy stood behind the man with a very eerie fire in his eyes that screamed that something was no longer right as the boy seemed not to fear.
“Excuse me… what do you believe your doing?” the young boys voice, which seemed to change within his short time within the world, pierced the quiet of the cell and with it drew the attention of some of the other children who weren’t exactly asleep. “Again… what do you believe your doing?” the young boy quickly moved in front of the man, putting himself between kit, her sister and the creature. “I’m sorry, regardless of where I’m at, hell or home, you have no right!” before the creature had time to speak or do anything the young boy, with a grace only seen by the Dancers quickly moved and swiftly kicked the man in his jewels and then with force brought his knee up to its face, smashing his knee into its nose or beak like nose as it were. The young man, began to swing at the creature, jumping on top of it, beating it over and over. The other kids, quickly jumped up screaming, a few of the older boys quickly ran over and tried grabbing the young boy off the creature, but found it hard to touch him, for even when he wasn’t moving, he was evasive.
Finally after what felt like minutes Woodward stormed in with two of the teenagers. The Captain walked over and backhanded the young boy off the bloodied and beaten creature, the two teens, quickly grabbed their beaten friend, who was now sobbing like a child at the beating. The young boy, who at this point looked at Woodward with fierce anger and ready for a beating in return, was given a surprise when the Captain gave a nod to the boy, as in a silent agreement and quietly walked out with his beaten crew mate and the other two. The young boy looked at the two sisters, his eyes looking directly into their eyes, one by one then he moves to his bedroll. Yet, before he goes to rest he speaks in a silent voice, which regardless of the noise out side, could be heard. “No matter how you brought me here… no one deserves to be treated like that… specially someone who cries in pain for the one she brought here… Good Night Kit… perhaps tomorrow we can talk” With that, he turns and falls asleep.
Chapter 4: The Calling
After about a month of time has passed within the new world, the young boy, who was know still as Eric, in his defiance, kept himself from loosing his name to the Prince. The boy was taking to his new life with difficulty, mainly because he refused to actually take anything for the man. Which often led to beatings, but after taking a beating or two, he learned to take the pain and used it as fuel. Even though he was never much of a pickpocket, he did, however, became a bit of a protector of the two women, Kit and her twin sister. It seems during the month time that had passed, Eric became close friends to Kit and tried his best to become a friend to her sister, which proved a bit hard from time to time due to her exterior.
Eric’s true purpose came out after one night when a group of child thugs came after Kit and her sister when they stepped upon ‘Their’ Turff and stole some items from their victims. This group of four boys chased the two into a corner and they were very much prepared to be beaten, if not, worse. Yet, Eric, came quickly to the aid, kicking the first in the back in the back of the leg, knocking him down to his knees. Eric ended up grabbing the young boys head and shoved it into the ground, breaking the kids nose.
The sound of the kids wailing alerts the other four who turn to see the young Fairest lunging at the next boy, punching him in the face. The other three quickly went to help their two pals, yet found that they weren’t as fast as the boy, who quickly turned and kicked on of the three in the jewels and the other was thrown into the last standing boy. Eric motioned for the two to run and once they had left he ran with them, making sure they were protected the whole way.
The next three months the young boy and the two sisters kept in close connections with one another. In this, to be more exact, the beauty, Kit and the boy became close friends and often times at night it was never uncommon to see either the young boy cuddled up to the beauty or the other way around. At night, if the three, the Young Boy and the twin sisters weren’t sleeping next to one another, they were speaking quietly about a way to escape their hell and to go back to the world they belonged to. Which, as they planned their escape and took mental notes of their path to escape they knew they were going to be able to make it. Or that is what it seemed anyways.
Finally, after careful planning their measure to be free of this world, the time came that they would make a run for the Hedge, yet, only problem is that their plan was already known by certain parties and none of the three knew what would be in store for the three of them.
Chapter 5: Failed Escape
Finally the night came the three would make their daring escape from this hell and back to the world they belonged to. By this time, the young boy had taken on the forms of a fairest seeming, yet the defined abilities of the kith was still in progress, which, during this time, none of the three really noticed the change and in some aspect, it was like growing up. Kit and her sister were no longer who they were when they were mortal and by now, they were very much different from who they would have been if they had stayed in the mortal realms.
Well, to move on from the finer details of their existence, the night of their escape would take off smoothly, or so, that is what the three thought as they sneaked out of the cell and into the night air. Unknowing to them that their captors waited near by to snag them when they came near the route. Yet, something, perhaps fate, the Arcadian Gods or something, the young boy had the strangest urge to go a different route, as if something was calling him. So, quickly, he darted towards the way and in tow and confusion, the two sisters followed. This is when the captors noticed the three running in a different direction, and in awe and shock, stood there for a moment watching them run into the darkness. Yet, the shock didn’t last for to long and the captors pursued the three.
Quickly the three ran, doing their best to keep the captors away, ducking through narrow openings, double backing to shake the pursuers and eventually the three made it to their original path and quickly made their way towards the hedge. Which as they ran towards the opening that was used to bring the young boy through, the sounds of their pursuers were no more. They reaches the hole and before entering they stopped, the three of them, looking at it and quietly the young boy spoke to his two sisters., but mostly to Kit. “Sister… Is it safe to enter? What if the world we left is no longer the world we knew?” He gave them both a look but his eyes locked onto Kits “What if we are separated?” and right before either of the two sisters were to speak, that is when the Pursuers, who were able to make themselves silent, snagged the three children.
The one known as Bloodwine comes quickly up behind the young boys back shoving him to the ground and pinning him flat. The young boy, squirmed to get free, cussing and screaming at the creature, but the weight of this thing was to much and the boy was unable to free himself. Kit and her Sister try to run away, but the Red-Rogue and the Warden quickly snag them both. Yet, the beauty, began to beat the man with her fists against his back and when she found that this was of no use, she bit his ear drawing blood. This caused the creature to scream in pain and it half way threw her. Which was not good as Kit went to land, the sound of crack is heard and a loud scream of pain is heard as her right ankle breaks. The other sister, tries to fight back, but her captor seems to be able to hold her firm without issue and quickly she found that her physical protest was ignored and in vain.
Once the three were caught the Prince of Thieves himself slowly walks up towards the group with whip in hand and a dark smile etched upon his face. He looks to the Warden who is holding the beauty down and with out hesitation, he positions the beauty so her back was facing the Prince. Yet this forced motion would place undo stress upon the injured ankle and another scream of pain is heard from her. The Prince smiles and looks over Kit for a moment, he then readies his whip. “My dear children… shouldn’t have tried running away… now I’m going to have to punish you three… I’m going to enjoy this.” The Prince gives a slight laugh and the young boy, who was with rage, screamed out to the Prince. “TOUCH EITHER ONE AND I WILL RIP YOU THROAT OUT!” the young boy struggled and the Bloodwine shoves the young boys face in the dirt for a moment before letting it go so he could breath.
The Prince smirks and looks towards the young boy “Oh don’t worry, you’ll get your share here in a minute you naughty boy… Yet, as much as I want to make sure you cannot walk for days on end, I have a new owner for you… it seems you three have grown very brave… I need to split you three up” He turns to Kit, winds up and lets the whip go and a resounding crack is heard and then a blood curdling scream is heard from her. Tears begin to quickly pour from her, as he continues to whip her. "Once for Disobedience, Twice for Betrayal, Thrice for stealing from your Master, Fourth for being ungrateful, Fifth for the Pride and Arrogance and Sixth for being a Whore!" as the last crack of the whip is heard one can tell by the sound alone he put everything into the last strike as the Warden lets her go just at the moment of impact and it causes her to fall on her face, broken...and three bright red X's which bleed through her torn clothes. He kicks her hard in the ribs to silence her whimpering of pain.
Once the Prince was done with the beauty he turned to Bloodwine who stepped off the young boy and tried to grab him. Which, the young boy quickly moved with grace and for a moment had a chance to escape, but the Warden quickly grabbed him and both creatures took an arm and planted him down on his knees with his back towards the Prince. The Prince, smiled again and let the whip crack against the young boys back. “Once for Disobedience…” The Young Boy, smirked and a slight giggle is heard from him when the whip hit, no sounds of pain is heard, even when the whip tore the flesh from his back. The Prince looked at the two, who looked at him and gave a nod that he was still awake. “Twice for Betrayal…” Again, the whip his, yet no cry of pain, yet this time a loud laugh is heard from the young boy, but, this laugh held a very unsettling tone. The two that held him, looked at him in a manner of curiosity and looked back to the Prince who seemed to become a bit agitated at the response of the boy. “Thrice for Stealing from your Master…” he put a bit more effort into the next hit and again, no cries of pain, but unsettling laughter. “Fourth for being ungrateful…” This time the Prince put every once of power into the whip, but again, no pain, but laughter and this time words. “Try as much as you want, You can’t break someone who is already broken… is that the best you can do?” the boy laughs wildly “Let me go so I can rip your nuts off and feed them to you all” and at this, the Prince walks up behind the young boy and with his whip, wraps it around his throat and pulls on it until the boy passes out. He then lets the boy go, and the three look at him with something none of them have felt in years… Fear.
Bloodwine picks the boy up and takes him back to his original cell to await his transportation to his new masters. Warden, picks up Kit, the beauty and takes her back to her cell, where she was attended to for her injury, for someone who can’t walk is no use. The Prince walks over to the last, Charity and gives a evil little smile. “Your punishment will come tonight in my chambers little one. Do not think your getting away without being punished” his hand slowly runs up her skirt and begins to rub her most sensitive of spot. “There is a whole that is tighter then this little one that I think I will enjoy tonight… an no, this is for my pleasure alone… not yours” He looks to Red-Rogue who “Take this little tramp back to my chambers, and undress her. Once I’m done with her, I want all the boys in the chamber, except for the defiant one who has managed to keep his name, to come up and have their turn in her. Its time they know how good she feels and how wonderful it is to” he leans in and kisses her neck and looks back to Red-Rogue “You understand what I’m saying. Oh and once they little ones are done, you , Warden and Bloodwine can share her as well.” With that, Red-Rogue nods and takes her back to the Princes chambers for her punishment.
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-shit. “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 Kits face to the filthy bedroll beneath her. Her lips barely move and no sound is heard.
Chapter 6: Pit Brawlers of Arden Chains
The next day when the young boy awakens, he is no longer in his cell, but his hands and feet where chained. He was laying on the floor of a wagon with two other individuals, a fairest who shined with both beauty and light, who also was wearing something that barley covered her delicate parts, and a man who seemed quiet, strong and resolute. This man, who hair was black with a blue shine and looked much like the young boy looked down at Eric with bright midnight blue eyes. “Its good to see the new future pit brawler of Arden Chains awake… Welcome to your new family boy… I’m Tesu, the most famous Pit Brawler in Sol and the woman next to you is your nurse and your… toy. Since her job is to please us fighters and well, I do not take her up on the offer, but I’m sure you will.” He looks to the two strangely the fairest with the bright demeanor smiles at him sweetly “I’m Alana… what is your name?” She moves over to the young boy and sits him up. Her hands, gentle, move over his back and within seconds she seemed to have pulled wrappings from a little bag next to her.
The young boy looks to the two “I’m Eric…” Which as the words left his mouth and reached the ears of the two. Alana stopped wrapping his wound and Tesu looks at Alana with a concerned look. Tesu leans in and quietly speaks to the boy. “Son… you still know your true name? This is rare and I need to warn you that if our keeper finds out, he will do what he can to take it and leave you with nothing. I suggest that you take a new name that will mask your true name” He leans back and looks to Alana who goes back to dressing his wounds. “So Vayne… have you ever been with a woman before? I’ve been really lonely and since the keeper does not touch his own slaves in such manners, and Tesu will not either, I have no other man to turn to and find myself often pleasing myself without help from another… well save the other girl who rooms with me, but a tongue and finger only go so far and half the time she is called to Arden’s chambers.”
Tesu looks at Alana with a disapproving look and Eric looks at Alana in confusion “I’ve slept next to my sisters. Yet I’ve never slept next to another woman other then them” She giggles and gives Vayne a kiss on the back of the head “Come to my chambers tonight dear, you can sleep next to me if you want. I will show you some… fun that… even though you are young, you will enjoy and perhaps later you will get more fun out of” she looks at the wrapping and smiles “There, good to go. Take it easy, the wounds on your back are deep, but surprisingly they don’t bleed. Its as if your body is denying whatever it is the offer of your blood.” Eric looks to Alana “So… what did you call me a minute ago” She looks to Tesu, who gives a nod of approval. Alana looks back to Eric and smiles “Well dear, I called you Vayne. Which, I have a feeling will suit you well” with that she sits next to him, her hand slips down to his inner thigh and gently rubs. Vayne, looks at her strangely and oddly enough seems to grow excited from the touch. Yet, he takes her hand and moves it back to her lap “Thank you for the name… Ummm… not sure what you were doing, but it doesn’t feel right… I mean… it does but doesn’t…” Alana laughs and pulls him in close to her and just holds him as if he was a lover “Don’t worry dear, I will explain that later tonight when we are alone and don’t have some old fart giving me a dirty look” Which sure enough, Tesu was giving her a look that gave her the understand that he is young, but she obviously doesn’t care.
Tesu looks back to Vayne “So son, do you know how to fight? Do you know what Capoeira is?” Vayne looks to Tesu, trying his best to ignore the wondering hands of Alana. “I know how to fight a bit, I’m pretty good at not getting hit by the other kids… Just wish I was fast enough to have protected my sisters… now…” He stops and obviously seems to get chocked up by emotion “Now we’re apart…” Alana, who was at one moment, being a very naughty woman notices Vayne’s displeasure and oddly enough, changes her posture as that of a mother, instead of someone who was trying to get the sexual attention of an eight year old boy.
After what felt like hours of sitting in some old covered wagon it comes to a slow halt. Tesu and Alana stand up and move to back gate. Which Vayne, not wanting to be alone at this moment, stands and follows the two. After a moment a tall man with pointed ears, long black hair and silver eyes comes to the gate. He looks over his property and with a smile and motions to Vayne. “Aye me newest fighta is awake. Alana, did ye bind his wounds?” He looks to the woman who beams with a bit of pride “Good, tis why I own you, de best nurse we have.” He looks to Tesu “he’s your new son… teach him right and perhaps dis time he won’t be killed if he picks up on the fightin” Tesu nods and looks to Vayne for a moment. “So boy, what’s be ye name? I know ye have one, or so what’s said by the Prince…” he eyes Vayne for a moment who looks at the man directly in the eyes “I’m… Vayne…” he looks to the two for a moment and then back to the man. “Well, boy its good to hear ye have a name. I be Arden Chains, the most famous man in da Kingdom of Sol, which is your new home and with that I be ye new master. Tesu here is to be ye father, he will train ye in how to fight, he is the current champion in the pits. Listen to him and we’ be good. Alana here is ye nurse, she will med you when you get hurt. She is also the groups whore… but it seems Tesu here is very much not in kind to her. Which is fine, she is all yours to have fun with when you get hair” Vayne looks at Arden for a moment a bit confused “Heh… poor kid, doesn’t know what whore means… it means someone you poke for fun. I’m sure she is itchen to be poked since its been some time for her to have anything remotely close to such be in her.”
Alana looks to Vayne with a dirty little smile and Tesu shakes his head and kicks the gate. Arden looks up at Tesu for a moment “Der you go again with commanding me to open de gate. I own you, so you do as I want, when I want” he hits the cage back but moments later he opens it up and lets the three of them hop out. Arden pats Vayne on the back and smirks as he looks up towards the sky. “So boy have you ever heard of Sol?” He looks down to Vayne who shakes his head to the question. Arden smiles and nods up to the sky “Well let dis be the first thing you learn of her” with that Vayne looks up to where Arden nodded to and that is when he sees the giant floating masses of land hovering high above the ocean that was before them. In the distance he can see waterfalls that stream down into the ocean below and clouds that seem to float under the massive chunks of earth.
Arden slaps Vayne upon the back “Come boy, its time to head to yer new home. He motion towards an small archaic looking building not to far from them. Tesu and Alana wait and let Arden walk ahead of them and Alana gently takes Vayne right hand and holds it much like a protective mother, while at the same time, a defined lover. Tesu, walks beside Vayne and the three of them walk behind Arden all the way to the building. Once they were at the building Arden smiles and opens the buildings doors to the inside. Which looking around there wasn’t much there save for a whole with a pool of water in the center of it. Arden steps onto the water, which seems to hold his weight and he nods to the three Slaves “Ye going to love this boy, best get used to this, if you prove your skills you be traveling with me and the other two beside you constantly.”
Arden looks at down into the pool and gazes deep into the reflection then he speaks clear and loud “Cruxis!” and in seconds the water spins around the feet of Arden and it engulfs him wholly into the water at his feet. Arden disappears into the water and the three are left there by themselves. Vayne looks at the other too for a moment “He’s gone… lets leave this hell” Tesu looks to Vayne for a moment and Alana keeps a hold of Vayne’s hand. “Dear, as much as we want to leave… we have been here for so long, the world we came from no longer exists. Perhaps you have a future, but we do not… in that, we want to make sure we keep our future… that is why your coming with us dear. Its not bad being a slave to Arden, he treats you right so long as you do was told and don’t disappoint him” She pulls on Vayne’s hand, dragging him towards the pool of water, Tesu, grabs his free arm and pulls him into the water.
Vayne looks at the two “So you like being slaves?” Tesu says nothing and Alana smiles down at Vayne “My little boy, its not bad, Before I came to this place, I word on the streets of Roman as a whore. I had to do what they wanted no matter what… here I only sleep with those I want, which has been very few indeed. I’ve became a nurse to the brawlers when I’m at the pits, which is far better then being a simple whore for hire.” She leans down and kisses Vayne upon the lips deeply “Now be a good boy and listen to your mother. Arden is far better a keeper then most, Tesu here can contest to that, his last keeper tortured him, barely fed him, kept him locked up and chained because he knew how to fight even in the shackles you and him wear. Arden liberated Tesu and saw his potential. Now, Tesu is known in all of Sol as the best brawler out there. If you are lucky, you will be along with him in that title, think of him as a father” She smirks and looks down at the pool of water. Like Arden, she speaks loud and clearly “Cruxis” and the three of them are enveloped by the water.
The transportation from the land below to the heavens above was most diffidently weird as the feeling of water was felt around the body, but it did not suffocate nor did it make one wet. In moments the three of them were standing in what looked like the same building except for the words “Cruxis Square” above the door. Vayne listens for a moment and he can hear the sounds of people not to far off, lots of them. The three of them step out from the pool and Tesu opens the door to the world outside the building. Which, upon exiting the building, the only thing Vayne could do was gawk in utter awe at the beauty of the world around him. It was if he had stepped into heavens kingdom, the world before him so elaborate, yet old and mystical. Arden steps forward and smirks “Boy, these lands been here before written history of the world. This place is said to be as old as the world itself, created by the first people to be their paradise away from the violence below and boy does it fit. Welcome to Paradise… even for ye slaves” he motions to Tesu and Alana who nod and follow Arden through the crowd of people that seem to walking about trying to get from one place to another.
As they walked through the streets of Cruxis square Vayne noticed that the majority of people were Fairest, while he noticed a few others from time to time about. Most of the Fairest seem to have black hair with either a blue or violet shine to their hair, their skin, fair and beautiful. Looking about at the buildings one could feel the weight of age upon them, yet, no decay of ages seem to have ever touched them, as if they were immune to the ravages of the weather. They were very old, and mostly made of stone and marble, the only way to accurately describe the world around Vayne is as if he stepped into the Roman Empire when it was at its height in power. Yet instead of seeing Roman Gods, strange markings, statue of creatures and people that were regarded as Martyrs, Kings, Queens, Demons and Angels filled the holes of such religious figures of the mortal world.
After walking for a few hours past the people they come to a two story house made of beautiful stone and marble. Arden walks to the two wooden doors and waits for three slaves to walk in before he steps in and closes the door behind him. The inside was just as beautiful as the outside, it was filled with the fineries of luxury. Arden walks over to a door across from the front door and opens it, he motions for the three to walk in and without hesitation Alana and Tesu walk and in tow Vayne moved with them. They walk down a short stone stair well which once they were at the bottom, one giant cell door was bolted into the walls, which divided the house from the slave quarters. Which even the slave quarters were beautiful granted they held only the necessities. Yet the slave quarters had four rooms, one room was Tesu, the other was Alana, the empty room, which held only a bed and a dresser was to be Vayne’s and the other was the bathing room, which held fresh hot water to bath in.
Once the three of them were inside the cage Arden locks the door and smiles to Vayne “Welcome Boy to your new home, its better then where you were, no thorns to poke you, no urchins to try and steal from ya. You have your privacy, you have a place to bath whenever you want.” He looks to Alana “which reminds me, I want you to look over his wounds on his back and clean them proper. I don’t need him getten ill.” Alana nods and walks off to her room to gather her medical supplies. Arden looks to both Tesu and Vayne “Tomorrow Vayne starts his training, so I will make sure the food isn’t heavy for tonight’s supper. Tesu nods and Vayne looks to Arden and Tesu. Arden smiles and walks off leaving Vayne and Tesu to themselves.
Tesu looks to Vayne for a long moment “Well son… I’d best get this out of the way” he quickly punches Vayne in the arm as hard as he can, which Vayne quickly recoiled and balled his hands ready for a fight. Tesu smirks and shakes his head “No Son… this isn’t a fight, that was to show you that when I train you, there will be nothing stopping the blows except for blocks and dodges. Right now you already show you have some talent, most tend to cry when they get hit, you seem a bit more… centered. Listen son, this life ain’t bad. The life your about to enter is rough, luckily for us, Sol has two areas of combat, the Pit Brawlers, which means our fights have a limit and death is not an option, and the arena… where death will come for you if your not fast. Now, your with Arden, he is a Pit Brawler owner, which means we’re safe. Yet, if you end up the last punk I trained, and get arrogant and loose enough battles, you will go to the Arena. I hope your level headed enough to understand.” He pats Vayne on the arm “Now go get cleaned up and try to keep the noise down” He smirks and walks off to his room and closes the door behind him.
Chapter 7: The Waters of Change
Vayne stands there looking about for a moment and the beautiful voice of Alana echoes out from the room next to the empty one that Vayne would now call home. “Vayne sweetie, come in here its time to get you cleaned up.” He looks over to the slightly opened door and walks over to it. He pokes his head in and looks about for a moment, Alana, was in a beautiful dark robe and was sitting next to the waters edge with medical supplies to her right. She stands up and motions for Vayne to walk in, which he does and she walks up to him, closing the door behind him. She gently grabs his hand and pulls him over to the pool and stands him there. Her hands reach down and gently she pulls off the wrappings to reveal the deep cuts in his back.
“My Gods… I didn’t realize how deep these were…” she gently traces the marks with a finger, which, Vayne oddly enough didn’t flinch from the pain. “Honey, I’m going to have to have you remove your cloths for me. I need to look you over to make sure you don’t have any other injuries and then I need to wash you clean and apply fresh dressings and medicines to those wounds” He motions for him to lift up his arms and without hesitation he raises his arms for her. She pulls the shirt off and looks over his upper body for a moment, gentle soft hands run along his chest and stomach and his back, carefully admiring his body. “For a child you have such a defined structure… I can see your going to make everyone woman who sees you wet dear… Now… I need you to do me a favor and remove your pants…” she stands before him now waiting for him to remove his pants.
He looks at her oddly “Ummm… not sure if I should… I’m…” he stops speaking as he turns slightly red. She smirks and steps closer to him “Oh come now dear, there is nothing there I haven’t seen before, besides if you don’t I’m going to do it myself. I need to make sure your okay everywhere else dear” She kisses him on the head and her hands slowly run down his body to his pants and she gives them a slight yank and the thin string that held them up snaps and they slide down to his ankles. He was now naked before her and she gave a smile to him that at one point, felt very wrong, while at another, excited him and thoughts again, came to mind that weren’t what a child should be thinking about. Yet, regardless, these thoughts kept assaulting him and finally one thought came to him, seeing his sister on the ground being touched by Myra.
A giggle is heard from Alana and Vayne looks up at her “Well dear, your little friend sure isn’t little, nor is it shy” She looks over him again “Odd… I thought you were younger then you are…” She shrugs “Now, lets get you in the water and get you cleaned up before your little friend begs me to show you my little kitten.” She smirks and helps him into the hot pool of water. Once Vayne slid into the water and was settled he begins to relax a bit, trying to wash away the thoughts and center himself. Yet, then gentle hands are felt again, yet this time with a cloth and hot water is felt running down his back, over the wounds, washing away the dried blood and stinging the open cuts. Vayne looks down into the water and watches the dirt rinse off his body and it was odd for the dirt, was if it was caked on and much seemed to come off. Slowly, as he looked into the reflection of the water and Alana scrubbed his skin, he could see the dirt slip off him and that is when he noticed the change… the dirt wasn’t dirt but skin, old skin, or more exactly, the skin of a boy who was no longer a child. Slowly she washed the ‘dirt’ from him and he can see fair skin, beautiful and pale yet strong and resilient shine through. A giggle is heard behind him as Alana washes him clean “See, isn’t this what you needed… And Tesu thought it was wrong of me to want to play with you… he couldn’t see past the dead skin that you weren’t so young…. You look no younger then 12… but something below your waist says different” Vayne looks down and notices that he still… excited and tried to pull away from her, but she kept him held “Oh don’t worry, it happens, its one of those things about you men, whenever someone pretty gives you attention your little soldier stands up wanting to say hi.”
She smiles and pats him on the back “Stand so I can wash your lower half… don’t worry I’ll be gentle and I promise not to make it any more… pronounced then it already is… come on, stand up” She forces him to stand up and slowly her hands move from his feet, and again the skin of old, flaked away while the skin of new began to shine through. Slowly her hands move up his legs until they reach his identity as a male and even there, the skin of old washed away. “Okay, its time to wash your face, hair and chest. Once this is done, you will be clean of all the dirt.” She forces him to sit towards her this time and again, she gently washes away the old skin. Finally she had washed away all the dirt on his body save the head. She smiles and looks over him for a moment “Why did you hide as a child? You obviously understand more then you let on… why stay a as a child? I understand time here holds no Barings, and it seems you grew much within that short time you were with your old keepers. Yet… you hid yourself… why?” Vayne looks up at Alana, who seemed more beautiful then before and shrugged “I don’t know… perhaps I didn’t want to leave behind my family…” His voice was deeper, not much deeper, but there was a difference that even himself noticed. “Family huh? Well, I hate to say this dear, but their not family anymore… your family is me and Tesu… I’m you mother and he’s your father” she moves her hair to one side. Vayne looks at Alana again “No… so long as they live, they are my sisters… I love them, I love Kit, and I will see them again, I know it…” She smirks and gently touches his face “Such a strong will… I love that in a man… Well dear, if you believe so, anything is possible…”
She takes Vayne and lowers him back “Okay sweetie… hold your breath, I’m going to dunk you under the water and wash away the dirt from your dirty short blond hair and face.” Vayne nods and takes a deep breath of air, Alana then dunks him in and with the free hand she gently scrubs his face, his ears and then his hair. Which, as he felt his hair become clean, he feels hair begin to tickle his face and he opens his eyes to look. Dark tendrils with a dark blue shine float about his face, hair that was not his, or so he felt. Finally, after what felt like eternity, Alana pulls him up out of the water and the tendrils of black hair with the dark blue shine become mattered to his skin. Alana, looks at him in awe for a moment “My Gods… a child you are not… but a young man… of beauty you are…” She gently touches his face for a moment. “What is it mother? Why are you looking at me as such? Beauty what are you speaking of?” Alana reaches down and grabs a round polished piece of metal that acts as a mirror and Vayne takes it and looks into it in astonishment.
The child known as Eric was no more. Eyes that were once Hazel were now Violet, Short blond hair was long, black with a dark blue shine. Skin was fair, but strong, and what was once an eight year old child was now a young man probably about the age of 12 to 13. He sets down the mirror and looks to Alana. “What happened?” Alana smirks and motions for him to turn so his back was to her, which once he turned his back to her she begins to gently rub his back, trying to get rid of the tension. “Well, in this world, time has no baring, you could be here for years and only have aged a day, or be here for hours but aged greatly. Some times time has nothing to do with it… some times the acknowledgment of something or the gift of a new name can add years to you… I’m not sure what your case is dear… but you are no longer a child.” With those words he could hear something that seemed to touch a part in him that brought excitement to himself.
Alana’s hands stop rubbing his back for a moment and the sound of clothe being dropped is heard behind Vayne and then the warmth of skin is felt against his back and warm lips upon his neck. Hands slowly slide around his body. “Dear… your mother wants some attention… its been ages since she had a man… and you’re a man now so its time that as a man you learn to please a woman… I’m going to teach you how to make your mother happy… and other women.” With that, Vayne feels a hand slip down between his legs and grips him firmly. Slowly she begins to move her hand and with that, the wild emotions that came with it were released and what was to be a simple bath turned into Vayne’s first experience with the body of a woman.
Chapter 8: The Master and the Pupil
The night before would mark the beginning of Vayne’s new life. Obviously things were different now, he was treated better, or so that is what was being said, he was given more room and was actually able to enjoy the pleasures of a woman. Yet, the odd thing of this experience is that no matter how much he tried to focus on Alana, his mother, the thought of Kit being touched and played with broke through and every time Alana moaned all he could hear was Kits voice as it was the night Myra gently teased his sister through her panties. Needles to say, Alana knew he was thinking of someone else during the whole thing, but at that point she didn’t care and just wanted someone in her. After Vayne’s experience with Alana he returned to his room to sleep and the next day Tesu comes knocking on Vayne’s door, waking him from his slumber.
The morning would be easy, they would eat a light breakfast which the other Female Slave, Lena, a Fairest who had small little horns that poked out through her beautiful crimson colored hair, brought down for the four of them. After their meal, Tesu began to show Vayne the basics of Tesu’s heavily modified Capoeira while the two men practice the two women sat back and watched. Alana and Lena eyes would wonder much to Vayne, who even at the apparent age of 13, was stunningly attractive.
The After noon a light lunch wound be served and then Tesu would help work on Vayne’s limberness by doing simple stretches first and slowly increasing the intensity as they went along. The two ladies would watch and even show off a bit, making sure that when they did show their abilities to be flexible, it would show a bit of skin in areas very unbecoming of any normal lady. Finally the evening, dinner is served, it was light again, yet filling, this time the training was to be actual fighting. Which went decently well, Vayne obviously learned the maneuvers that Tesu taught him and after about a couple of hours of off and on sparing they sit and he teaches Vayne how to meditate. After an hour of meditation Vayne was released to the bathing room where he would go and soak his body. Like the night before, Alana steps in and drops her robe and slips in beside Vayne. Not much is needed to be said with what happens next, only can guess easily what was on her mind and with that, Vayne, indulge her passion once again.
For the next Three months this routine would go on, each day it would grow a bit more intense. Finally, after three months of constant training Vayne proved that he was ready to fight in the Brawlers circle. Which when Arden found his new brawler was ready he booked the first fight he could. Its night now, three days until Vayne’s first fight, he lays there on the cool marble floor of the caged area of the slaves looking up at the ceiling. Tesu comes walking out and sits down next to him and pats him on the arm. “Your learning fast son… the last one took six months to catch on, and even then he was sloppy. You are very straight and powerful, you move like the Ocean waves… something I haven’t seen in ages… not since I was a child learning from my teacher.” He looks down at Vayne “Come here son… I have something to give you…” He stands up and walks into his room. Vayne looks over to him and gets up and follows.
Once inside Tesu’s room, Vayne notices how bare his room was compared to Tesu’s. He had all sorts of items surrounding his room, from chains that he fought in, to garments of clothing that was awarded to him to show his deeds and accomplishments. Tesu walks over to a small trunk, opens it and begins to rummage through it. After a few seconds of mumbling to himself he pulls out a set of Pants and a Sash which look to be made of pure water. He walks over and hands Vayne these items and nods to him. “These were given to me by my teacher when I earned the right to fight… I’m passing them onto you. They give no special benefit, but they are a sign of your fluid motion… how you move, you dance around. I can no longer be able to wear such anymore, I’m not as I used to be… you however have much to gain from and in this, let these be the colors and symbol of your strength. You’re the mighty wave who dances around and crashes into those that stand in its way”
Vayne looks at Tesu and with a smile bows to him. “Thank you Father… I’m honored with this gift and look forward to showing you that I have learned from you within the circle.” Tesu smiles and pats him on the shoulder “Boy… I shouldn’t call you a boy, you’re a man now… You’ve grown since you came here, not just in body, but spirit… I know you still do not wish to be here… in this world… it will get easier in time… just do the right thing and don’t get fool hearty. That will lead to your possibility of being sent to the Arena… I do not need to see that happen” He gives a face of concern “Now, go relax in the bathing pool and please make sure you close the door this time. Alana is like a Banshee when you two are fooling around” Vayne smirks and nods “Yes Father… I will make sure the door is closed so Mother isn’t heard” Tesu smiles a bit “Well, go relax son.”
Vayne bows again and walks to his room and places his garments on his bed and heads to the bathing room. Which he was half expecting to see Alana in there naked and waiting for him. Yet, this time, he was half right when he stepped into the bathing room. Alana was in there, naked, yet she was leaning against Lena who was also naked and was gently nibbling on her neck. Vayne nods to the two women, who give a slight giggle. Vayne undresses and slides into the bathing pool, he sits back and begins to relax a bit, eyes slowly close and his mind begins to wonder. Thoughts of the circle comes to him, the promise of the fight in three nights… and that is when he saw her in his mind… Kit. He hasn’t thought about her in some time, and there she was in his mind sitting in the crowds watching him fight.
A Playful splash is heard and the sound of a long drawn out moan of pleasure which draws Vayne out of his thoughts and back into the world. His eyes look about for a moment and then they finally fall upon Lena and Alana, who at this point, were enjoying one another very much. Alana, who was sitting on the edge of the pool was spread for Lena, who at this point was very much involved in Alana sweetness. Alana half opens her eyes and gives a sly smile as she watches Vayne, who watches a bit intently. After a moment of this she leans down and whispers to Lena, who, without skipping a beat, raises her ass up a bit, exposing herself to him.
Alana smiles and motions for Vayne. “Come here my… Son… I think its time… you enjoy a bit more then just me… Lena… wants to know how you feel…” She shivers in delight and holds back a wail of pleasure. Vayne looks down at Lena’s naked body and he can see little scales that seem to cover her body in some areas around the back and legs, but, nothing that would turn any man away. After a few minutes of standing there, watching, and his own thoughts of desire growing, he steps behind Lena and looks down at her again.
She stops for a moment and gives him a wicked little grin and goes back to Alana, who gives out a little cry of pleasure as her body visibly goes into convulsions. She opens her eyes for a moment and smiles at Vayne. “Son… just put… it in her… don’t… think just do her…” and with that, one simple reply is heard “Yes Mother.” The rest of the night is spent in the bathing room as the three seem to find many measure to occupy themselves with one another.
Chapter 9: The Fight Night and The Scarlet Woman
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