GutterMutt  he was releived to hear that in this place nobody was friends to the church, there seems to be a weight lifted from him and he straitens his posture a little more. He took note of the mispronounced words and did not make an effort to correct the Jarl but as the question arose to his lineage as a demon he cocked his head, his fringe lightly falling out of the way of his eyeline as a hand ran it back tucking some of the locks behind his ear. "No, I am no demon, Human as the day i was born..." A lie he had a hard time swallowing himself, never one to enjoy mistruthes it took him a moment but corrected himself in time. "Mostly." His hand reached for the top of his leatherbound tome and he thought on his past for a moment. "The blood of the wolf runs through my veins now, the Moon would have me be a beast in its light but i've learnt of many a monstrosity and abberation since leaving the church. Information they want to destroy, to keep the truth from the people that these dangers are real because it disagrees with their god." obviously a little riled up which in itself was more akin to a angry kitten than anything.



chubee: It had been a long journey for the young frost elf, the countless nights of camping outside or hiding in trees from the predators of the night left Thorne sore and tired. However, a wave of relief washed over her as she soon spotted an outpost in the distance. With what little energy she had left she used to run as fast as she could to the entrance. Seeing civilization of some kind was reassuring yet worrisome at the same time. Thorne thought best to pull up her overly large hood, hiding her obvious pointed ears from prying eyes. ‘I just need to find a market… Need some damn supplies if I need to run off again. ‘ She thought to herself as she trudged along the main path to the Underbelly. Spotting what looked to be the marketplace of this area pretty quickly, yet it didn’t look like she could really get what she wanted. Plus, with how crowded it was made her nervous. Thorne never enjoyed large crowds of people, honestly she didn’t really enjoy people to begin with but… The people that seemed to make up the crowd looked suspicious, as if they were all waiting to nab someone’s loot. Her stomach growled in protest but she decided it best to avoid this area since at the moment she was too weak to hunt for another meal let alone fight someone off. After a bit of asking around she caught wind of a second market. “...The Crown’s market eh? Sounds promisin’... I guess I could look around there instead since it sounds to be a bit more… friendlier.” With that she waved goodbye to the lad that gave her the info and set off towards the direction of the Crown’s Market. After a few minutes of jogging; Thorne found herself at the edge of a much nicer looking marketplace. ‘Perfect, I should be able to find some decent food and supplies here.’ She thought to herself happily as she began to stroll into the main area trying to figure out where the best deals were.



Sprainy: -Vixen may of have been made to forget her life before Skane.. all her teachings, where she is from, her language and everything else around it was still bright in her mind. Just the how she had gained such knowledge was unknown to her and by now this was something that she had accepted. However, being from Frisia herself the terms spoken are not fully unknown to her. The girl had never cared for gods of any kind but travelers always told stories be it willingly or unknowingly and it wasnt up untill now that she realised this meant she actually knew more about a subject than her Master. Vixen giggled softly in a moment of entertaining herself with such thoughts, covering her mouth in a attempt to hide the giggle. Recollecting herself after this little moment which had her face turn rather cold once more, as she did when focused upon someone. This boy certainly held back the detailed information that her Master most likely desired to have yet Vixen was not given the vibe that the boy held back crucial information that mattered in this specific moment. Vixen nodded to herself before letting her voice sound within her Masters mind, only for Him to hear- "Master.. your.. ehm.. manners and way of approach, if you wish to gain more information your usual ways, such as with Hemming.. might be a wrong choice." -Vixen wasnt sure if her words would be appreciated and thus she, even before he had the chance to gaze over His shoulder to her, had already bowed her head respectfully and her hands folded behind her back. Vixens little critter friend still about listening on on the conversation between Hemming and his slave-girl as high up in the sky the peregrine falcon would circle above a specific area, giving notice to its owner that a new arrival traveled from the underbelly into the crowns market- "interesting.." -Vixen mumbled before gazing over to her Master.- "Master, I have something to attend to, may I please be excused? Promise I will not go past the markets boundries."



TyronThorsson  Tyrons white-blue electric sizzling eyes peered deep into the heart of the young boy that was before him. He listened to the boy’s words as he disputed the assumption that he was some sort of Dee-Moon. Upon Hearing that ‘the blood of the wolf’ ran through the boys veins, Tyron smirked again. He waited for the boy to finish speaking about knowing the different creatures of the world which made Tyron think that perhaps the boy would be useful after all. “You have the strength of Fenrir in you! That explains how you have some to survive Skane!” Tyron was of course talking of Fenrir, the great wolf that was to devour the earth during Ragnarok. Tyron and those like him believed that all wolves were descendants of Fenrir. “You have kin here, tiny wolf boy.” Tyron was referring to a handful of residents that also shifted into wolf form from time to time. He could see the boy was upset about his encounters with people in the past and tyron simply chuckled. Now he was hearing vixens voice in his mind to which he replied in kind, “Don't you worry, slave. I have decided i like this boy. I will keep him around and use his mind. His knowledge will be useful to me.” Then Vixen was speaking aloud and Tyron nodded to her granting permission as his eyes went back to the boy. “ You will come with Me to the Crown. I have extra beds, women for fucking, food. I will protect you…… in return you will teach me of your Cat-licks and your christian creatures.” He would nod as it was an offer but an offer from Tyron was not really an offer at all.



EmmaBey: After a few moments had gone by and Hemming had applied some of the salve to his hands a difference could be seen already. His hands were not as stiff looking as he moved his hands and fingers freely while waiting on some customers. Marianna felt pleased with herself for finding the young male as she had. She definitely would be returning to him for more salve IF he was still around to return to considering he was meeting with the Jarl. "Your hands feeling better?" Marianna asked Hemming as her head nodded in a gesture towards his hands. Hemming gave her smile nodding. "Yes, my girl they are. Thank you for getting this for me." Hemming said to her. Marianna smiled as she walked up beside him in the stall. Pleased with his slave he placed a hand to her shoulder and then glided it down her back only to stop at her ass as he gave it a firm squeeze. The action caused her to go wide eyed for a mere moment as she raised up to her tip toes at the same time. It was a surprising move since he had not worried with such things for quite some time. She smiled looking to him as her cheeks turned a soft pink. "Perhaps I will let you take over making the pottery for a few days to give my hands a rest. But it will put double the work on you." Hemming said to her. Marianna nodded. "Yes, I know but it will make you feel better in the end so I am okay with it." Marianna said.



GutterMutt  he listened intently to the nordic responses to his words, each small detail was being kept in his head and over analysed to the point where he nearly lost himself to his own internal ravings again until he got to the offer. Taken aback from the sudden show of comraderie and friendship in the offer and not picking up on the nature of it being an order, the dainty male nodded nervously at this point as his pale freckled cheeks turned a deep rosey red at parts of the deal."That uhm... that sounds great, Jarl." Still coming to grips with a new title and how to use it in conversation her seemed offput by the blunt matter-of-fact way that this people went about their lives. "I shall teach you what the church taught me, and all the things they did not wish me to learn." A smirk ran across his lips at this point and he tucked up a little making his small frame look even more petite in a very guarded way. "To tell truth i knew today would bring me a new ally but it wasnt clear who, I just know that we will work well together" Now speaking himself in a very matter-of-fact way but less due to confidence and more based on a truth to him, as if he had truely forseen the outcome of these events but in a hazy way



chubee: Thorne felt a bit overwhelmed as she passed by various stands selling different goods. It left her feeling that familiar nervousness flutter in the pit of her stomach. But her hunger outweighed her anxiety as she clenched her fists as if to pump herself up. ‘You can do this Thorne, just get some damn food and maybe a couple arrows then… Maybe I could sleep inside somewhere for once? ‘ Thorne pondered to herself, as she reached for her coin purse which was tied tightly to her belt. After fumbling with it she peered inside only to sigh sadly. ‘Barely enough to buy a loaf of bread… Dammit what do I do now?’ She thought to herself as she took a step to the side before plopping herself on a nearby bench. Rest her legs felt great but it honestly made her want to fall asleep which she knew would be a bad idea. However this did not stop her from slouching forward and resting her chin on the palm of her hand. With a quiet grumble she decided to just rest for a bit while figuring out where it would be best to offer her services and who it offer it to. ‘Maybe… Maybe I could?... No, noone would go for that… If I offer up a hunt will someone offer me a place to stay? It would probably have to be a deer or something large though… I’m not good at this…’ She pouted inwardly as she found herself in a bit of a dilemma.



Sprainy: -Vixen merely nodded as she was permitted to do as she asked of Him before she set off towards the location where Stormy had been flying about in circles, curious as to why it would inform Sprainy of this said person.. or perhaps animal? Something that moved about anyway as the peregrine falcon itself, despite its pattern, changed position in the sky. As Vixen arrived at the location the falcon was pointing out it made a loud 'ee-chup' sound, usually used in mating times, it was Stormy's way of informing Vixen that she had reached her 'target'. Vixens head tilted whilst gazing at a seemingly tired girl mumbeling to herself in which Vixen mumbled to herself as well- "Darnit Stormy, tonight I will find out why you cared for me to know about this person.." -The bird flew off, back in the direction of the boys stand, keeping its eyes on it. As for Vixen, she would approach the girl, without a care in the world squat down before her as with a tilted head her eyes fixated on the girls form in its usual focused manner.- "Hello there.. are you alright? You seem worn out." -Her head tilted to the other side as upon closer inspection Vixen saw something firmiliar within this girl, from under the hood, her eyes shimmering, similiar to that of Leesha's. Yet, what kind of creature was Leesha? Now Vixen understood why Stormy pointed out this girl and a sudden grin appeared on her lips.. quickly shaking her head before smiling as friendly as Vixen could muster- "Dont mind me, you just reminded me of something. Sorry about that. Do tell me, can I do anything for you?" -Vixen stood back up, placing a few steps back to not come off as a threat, holding her hand out to the girl in a friendly gesture to help her back up on her feet if she so wished.- "Water.. food.. perhaps a bed?"



TyronThorsson  Tyron tilted his head once more once the small man said something about foretelling their alliance. He wouldn't bring that up just yet as He did have seer in his employ but that seer was a wandering soul and wasn't always available. Tyron filed that away in his brain as another potential use for this boy. “Yes we will be very well together I do believe…… but before I bring you back with Me i need to know two things. First,Your name? And second, Shy do you look so tired and why do you keep shifting your weight from one foot to another? Do you have an illness?” Tyron would stand for the first time in the presence of the boy and his 7ft tall frame would tower over him. “... and lastly, Is there anything else I might should know about you before I invite you into My home?”



EmmaBey: Marianna was unpacking a crate to fill the empty places where some of the pottery had been sold off. She looked across the way and saw the Jarl's slave speaking with one she did not recognize. She didn't give it much of a second thought since she wasn't sure if the 2 knew one another or not. Marianna simply shrugged and took some of the empty crates to the cart out behind the stall. Marianna came back and looked around at the busy market seeing passerbys and such as business seemed good today. Hemming was sitting on a crate now as she spoke to him as her eyes glanced back over to the Jarl's slave. "The Jarl is in the market. I forgot to mention such earlier. I saw him. His slave is over there speaking with another now." Marianna said as her head gestured across the path to the 2 conversing. She turned around with her back to the market. Hemming looked to her with slightly narrowed eyes. "You do not care for the Jarl or his slave do you my girl?" Marianna shook her head as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Honestly? No...I don't. Its nothing personal. I hardly like anyone but he threatened you last time he was here and that girl... She placed her hand on me as if she had the right to." Marianna rolled her eyes at the thought of it. "Careful girl. He will decide your fate once I am gone. You do not want to be on the Jarl's bad side when that day comes. Besides, he is the Jarl. He demands the respect of ALL here in Skane. He could exile and bannish you from here if he wanted. Keep that in mind. And keep your temper in control too while you're at it." Hemming said to her as he sat there on the crate. Marianna rolled her eyes not liking his words. "Fine. I understand. But if she lays another hand on me I cannot say what might happen. I might be in control...I might not." Marianna said as she turned back to face the market as a female customer happened to be walking up to browse through the goods.



LiliumRoseThorn: -Skarl recently made a hefty purchase, he managed to purchase the slave girl named Lily out of that succubus' hand, was she drunk? or not right in the mind? who knows, all she knows now is that the fabric salesmen is pleased to have someone that can use the needle as well if not better as he can, Lily yawned as she sat on a barrel, sowing together some torn pieces of rugs, pants and even dresses, mere rags to a normal viking but she does manage to stitch together something worth while, Skarl the fabric trader was a rather older man, still strong and hefty but the years havn't been kind to his greying head, he'd scold lily or punish her fiercly if she didn't listen but he made sure not to harm her delicate hands, she was atleast glad that she could wear some clothing, even though these were just lowly rags she had to stitch together herself in all haste, least she froze to death, she'd look around gazing at the variety of folk wandering the market place, ocasionally one of the men came, and oggled her, bartering with skarl thinking they could purchase her but allas she was far to usefull for him,both during the day and ... the night-



GutterMutt  even if it was not his intention, the boy was no sufficiantly intimidated by the demigods presence. The tired weary eyes grew wide and he stammered and stumbled for words, nervously tucking his hands by his sides and running the rough fabric of his clothing through his fingers while readying a response. "My name is Maddox Weichstahl though most people use the stranslated Softsteel for my surname as it is easier to say." Taking a step back so he would not have to look up so much, standing only 5'4 and so almost dwarfed by a whole two foot of man. "As for my wellbeing, i can attribute my exaughstion to sleepless nights wracked with visions and pains from staving off the transformation. The figiting however is just because i'm a nervous wreck." Finding humor in his own misfortune a slight giggle escaped under his breath, telling another of his affliction had usually had him run out of towns or the like but this was the second time it was brought up and still the jarl remained calm. "Thats all i can really say about myself that would be needed to know..." He hadnt really had much in the way of aquaintences the past few years and really desperatly wanted to make a good impression "heh, unless you need to know anything like, 'what robes do you sleep in?' or 'why do you carry you bags everywhere?'." A grin on his face and a chuckle in his breath as he spoke but a humor that waned as he continued his jest.



chubee: With how lost Thorne was in her own misfortune she did not notice the woman approach her. So, when Vixen came into view from crouching infront of her so casually it caused Thorne to jolt with surprise. Her pale blue eyes widening a bit as she tried to keep herself from jumping out of her seat. After listening to the first set of questions Thorne sighed, nodding slowly as she spoke, her voice sounding sluggish. “Yes… very worn out. I’ve been travelling for a long time and well… I’ve run out of supplies. Of course I could hunt but.” She gestured to her tired demeanor. “At the moment I am not very capable of taking down a fish in a puddle.” It was then that she spotted the woman grinning which put Thorne off a bit but she dismissed it rather quickly when she offered Thorne a place to stay. Taking the woman’s hand with her own gloved one she stood from her seated position. Her eyes sparkling with gratitude. “Yes, oh yes please. I am in need of help… b-but of course I can only offer my services as I am not in the company of great wealth… Are you certain it is alright?” Thorne asked, her voice trembling with both excitement and anxiety.



Sprainy: -As the girl took Vixens hand, Vixen would be sure to help her stay firm on her feet, purely so that others wouldnt get any idea's of taking the girls weakness as a sign to try and do.. well, whatever men enjoy doing. A nod from her head in respond to the girls words- "What I say, is what happends..." -Vixen paused a little inbetween her words, purely to turn the next bit in a bit of confusing humor as most seemed unable to understand how a slave could have any power- "Well, so long my Master agrees to my words." -She offered the girl a friendly smile before guiding her to where Vixen had left her Master with the little boy.- "For some reason.. my companion wished for me to find you which means for now, you are under my care up untill Master has decided your faith. He's the Jarl of Skane, if you please His.. mind and are useful to Him, one way or another you would never grow tired again." -Vixens eyes suddenly fixated directly in the girls eyes, dark red and as if piercing through ones soul. Her voice threatening.- "No hunting in the small forest behind the Great Hall, I will hunt you down myself" -As Vixen finished those words her demeanour changed in a instant to a friendly one once more, same with her voice being back to a friendly tone- "Come on then, cant keep Master waiting!"



TyronThorsson  Tyron waved his hand as the boy spoke about whether or not the Jarl needed more information, dismissing the thought of it. He did have one question for the boy though. “Why stave off the transformation? Why not embrace what it is that makes you, you? The Forests of Biskane could be your transformation grounds if you cannot behave yourself while Fenrir is more present in you…. One thing I know for sure…. “He looked off into the distance where Vixen was talking to a young girl that reminded him of his daughter, “The more you try to control something uncontrollable, the more trouble you will have. But if you embrace it… and make it a part of you… “He looked at Vixen once more as she was beginning to come his direction. HIs eyes wandered to her neck which bore his Mark, “.. the better off both will be.” Tyrons eyes lingered on her form a moment longer before returning to the boy to gauge his response. Just as Vixen and her new friends reached them.



EmmaBey: Marianna helped the woman who had come up to the stall. Shbe was looking a small vase that had nothing inparticular on it. Marianna found one that was a plain clay color. It had a few ridges carved into it that went from its neck half way down its main body. The woman was pleased with it and decided to get it. Hemming sat on the crate leaning back against the back of the stall he was feeling tied and fell asleep. Marianna noticed and smiled deciding not to disturb him. Marianna started cleaning up some more of the empty crates since there were no current customers. Walking out of the stall and venturing only a few feet from it she looked around the market. She took in the smells as she inhaled deeply., She then noticed the fabric stall tender had a new girl with him since the fabric stall wasn't too far from hers. She shrugged a bit then went back to behind her own table as she leaned against the table looking about while Hemming slept letting out a soft snore here and there.



LiliumRoseThorn: -as she finished stitching an expensive looking tapestry she'd ponder on where it came fromn she looked over to see a rather familliar face in the distance, atleast she thought it was, not much time as Skarl would yell "Girl ! focus on your work" -he said slapping her fiercly, causing her to stumble off the barrel "don't let me catch you day dreaming again girl" Skarl snarled, something seems to have anoyed him as of late, he'd grab the tapestry Lily was working on and spread it over his shabby counter, presenting it for sale, she'd crawl back on the barrel, rubbing her cheek and sobbing slightly only to continue her tasks-



GutterMutt  at first there was an understanding in his eyes but the expression quickly faded, his stare becoming vacant like a veteran warrior reliving the horrors of war as his mind darted back to the semi-lucid slaughters that stained his hands and the beast within him that hunted not for hunger or necesity but for the sheer joy of killing. He spent a moment in this eerie quiet of his own thinking not giving a respones but merely nodding to let the Jarl know that his message had been recieved and hadnt fallen upon deaf ears. There was a minor shiver to the young mans form as his gut wrenched and a pain snapped him back to lucidity again, taking a moment to re-orient himself in the space around him and a faked smile platered its way across his face. "Oh it's no burden, besides i've rather grown to depend on the visions at times and they fade as the beast grows stronger" Despite his age Maddox had seen all manner of horrors and with each one his luster began to dim but through it all he kept a brave face and was seemingly quite eager to aid the Jarl in whatever way he could.



chubee: Thorne followed closely behind the woman as she led her to where she must of come from. She was taken aback at her words. ‘T-The Jarl?! This woman belongs to the Jarl? Oh gods… I’ve either gotten very lucky or fate is not on my side today...’ She thought silently to herself as they walked, listening attentively to everything Vixen was saying. However, Thorne noticed the sudden change in the woman’s attitude as she turned to look directly into Thorne’s eyes. Red pierced into pale blue as Vixen gave her warning, leaving Thorne nodding quickly and stammering out her answer. “O-Of course. Loud and c-clear. No hunting behind the Great Hall.” Thorne felt a bead of sweat ripple down the side of her face but was relieved when the woman went back to a more friendly demeanor. “Yes of course, can’t keep the Jarl waiting hahah.” Thorne chuckled weakly before waiting patiently a bit behind Vixen, not wanting to over stand her boundaries.



Sprainy: -Upon arriving to where she had left her Master Vixen noticed that it seemed they were about to leave as they had stood up. She bowed her head respectfully towards the Jarl of Skane before speaking softly- "Stormy brought my attention upon this girl. Whatever your.... daughter" -a low growl followed as Vixen could not stand anyone or anything even slightly important to her Master in other ways then just being useful for whatever reason- "is, this girl seems to be similar. I offered the girl food, water and shelter. I hope I did not overstep my boundries, Master Tyron.. if so, please do forgive me.. I however could not deny Stormy's signal." -Vixen then, gently so pulled the girl towards her just to then gently so push up against the girls shoulders to move the girl before herself and infront of the Jarl of Skane.- "Oh, I am almost forgetting something.. Mōna, Helje dien mûs." -Vixen nodded towards the pottery stall as Mōna darted off in its direction, upon its arrival a high pitch bark followed.. just to have a mouse crawl out from inbetween the boxes to then climb up on the moose-hounds legs to just dissapear in its fur.. with the dog to just turn around and return to Vixen.-



TyronThorsson  Tyron wasn't sure if he had been actually expecting a real response to his question about why the small man did not embrace his lycanthropy, so when he wasn't given a clear on and just a nod, Tyron simply echoed the sentiments with a nod of his own. It was getting late in the day now and Tyron was sure there would be dutied that needed his attention back in The Great Hall, so Tyron readied himself for home. “Feel free to stay and sell your goods as long as you like…. When your day’s end has come, make yourself to My Great Hall. The guards out front will let you in. Once inside If I am not available you can have either of the two beds by the entrance, and the slaves of the hall will see to your thirst, your hunder, and your cock, if need be.” Tyron nodded to the young man with feminine features and it dawned on him that perhaps he wasn't looking for a female for his cock. “If you want a boy, I will bring one in for you…. I like tits, so I keep THEM around Me… Just let Me know and I will see to it.” Now Vixen was speaking. It seemed as if Tyrons Hall would be filled with company tonight. He looked over the girl as Vixen pushed her in front of him. He reaches hand out and tucked a strand of hair behind her long right ear. “You do resemble My daughter…..” He looked her up and down and then back to Vixen. “It is fine…. She can stay for now. I'M sure we can find a use for her.” He then pushed the elf out of the war to grab the throat of Vixen. The grab wasn't done in an emotional or a threatening way… it was simply how tyron took hold of what was his. He pulled her next to him and put his arm around her still keeping a light grip on her throat. “I need to be getting back to The Great Hall…. This young woman of a man is Maddox…. He will be of great use to Me and will be staying in The Great hall until further notice...Once you have gotten these two situated, I will want you in my chambers…. Naked. You will please Me sexually tonight.” He then nodded his head to all those around him with a slight look of pride on his face that he had made a trip to the Market without washing himself in the blood of those he had met. “Today has been a good day.” He clapped his hands down, one on the shoulder of Maddox, and the other on the shoulder of the elf. The force would make them stumble if they weren't ready for it, but it was all in genuine contentment. He then turned vixen around and pulled her head back by her hair. He kissed her long and hard fucking her mouth with his tongue. Those not accustomed to Skane would blush at the aggressiveness of the Kiss, but those who knew Tyron and were used to Skane would be familiar with such a sight. Tyron released Vixen from his embrace and nodded to the two once more with a grin and a wink and turned to make his way toward His Great Hall.



EmmaBey: Marianna was looking toward the back of the stall when she heard a high pitched bark come from behind her. She quickly turned around seeing the hound standing there looking to the stall. Marianna arched a brow looking at the hound for a mere moment. "I know you are not here for pottery. Who do you belong to?" She asked not expecting an aswer as she looked at it. And just as quick as it appeared it dashed off. Marianna aware of its little passenger it had come for. She watched as it went down the path and she gave a shrug before turning back around to continue her work. Hemming was still asleep despite the loud pitched bark the hound gave off.




LiliumRoseThorn: -Skarl looked at the sky and sighed- Girl! start cleaning up, Sundown is upon us -he'd yell at Lily, she nodded silently, putting away her stitching tools as she walked to the front, her eyes witnessed the Jarl and strangers, she gasped as she barely got to see the grand leader of these lands, blushing as she witnessed the rather pationate aggressive kiss, she'd swiftly turn around, blushing fiercly, jumping a little as she heard a nearby dog bark loudly all of a sudden, sighing as she muttered to herself, she'd fold the tapestries, rugs and such neatly, stacking them in boxes and barrels, naively bending over the stall to reach on the other end to make sure no fabric is hooked on anything, Skarl would smirk, walking behind her like the perv he is, he'd reach around her, groping her firm breasts, gently tearing at her fabric- Ahn! M...master what?! -before she could reply he'd whisper- "remember Girl it's night, and i expect you to keep me warm!" -he snarled, with a bit of anger in his voice, it seemed sales weren't going as well as he thought they were, bracing her for the roughness she'll have to endure this night-



GutterMutt: -he felt warmly welcomed despite the odd manner of the people he found himself with, the speak of sex in such a common manner was so alien to him and his knightly training and holy vows that it both made him cringe and blush with each mention and make him so very glad to no longer be in such bonds. Though he would never take the offer as his will was not strong enough he did seem to visably perk up at the idea of a male companion though he was quickly returned to his usual state as the heft handfall apon his shoulder returned him to some sense of normality. It was all so much to him as if the weave of fat had made a special little loop for him to rest in this time and despite the oddities he was glad to be here, so as the Jarl strode off into the distance he couldnt help but smile and wave while mumbling something hopeful before turning his attention to the two brought to the conversation and graciously taking a curtsy-like bow to them- It's a pleasre to meet you both...



chubee: A small “Eep.” escaped past Thorne’s lips as she was pulled and pushed infront of the Jarl himself. Thorne didn’t know what to say, how to act, how to stand even. So to others she looked tense and nervous as she stared wide eyed at the hulking figure that was Tyron. “G-Greeti-” As the elven girl was about to introduce herself she stiffened up at the feeling of the Jarl reach past her hood and tucking some of her ivory locks behind one of her pointed ears. She didn’t know how to react, so she stayed put, staring at the man as he spoke of his daughter. Thorne’s mind practically exploded with questions but she thought best to hold her tongue as to not interrupt such an important figure. While Tyron spoke to Vixen while also manhandling her which was a normal sight for Thorne as she was a former slave herself; she looked over to the smaller male. Deducting that he must also be new here as well before giving him a small nod in his direction. However she was thrown off balance from the sudden weight of Tyron's hand clapping against their shoulders making her stumble but she quickly regained her composure. “T-Thank you for your hospitality!” She finally said before looking away embarrassed at the display of such passionate affection Tyron showed to Vixen. When the Jarl walked off, Thorne turned to the two she was standing with. “The name’s Thorne nice to meet ya… And I guess there’s no need to hide these anymore…” With that she pulled down her hood, revealing her pointed ears. Her snowy hair was weaved into messy braids all pinned to the back of her head in a bun-like fashion. “Thank you for such a warm welcome.” With that she bowed slightly towards Vixen, knowing this was a woman to show respect to.




Sprainy: -Vixen simply bowed her head as her Masters hand grasped her throat seeing she was known with such actions and certainly didnt fear them.. that is, so long she had behaved. Upon His words she nodded, speaking ever so gently- "Yes, Master Tyron. I will be sure to be clean when entering Your bed, Master." -Vixen did not expect a response, merely being respectful to Him. After He finished adressing the others and once more turned to her a gasp did pass her lips as Vixens hair was being pulled backwards, something she wasnt always fond of yet she grinned playfully up at Him. Her tongue eagerly meeting her Masters as they would dance around one another up untill the Jarl was satisfied and releasing the girl. Remaining quiet up untill her Master was far away enough from them before turning to the others with a smile upon her lips- "Sorry about that.. His way of showing.. acceptance is different from what most are accustomed to." -A stupid giggle followed in a attempt to lighten to mood amongst the bunch- "I will remain around in the market untill you finish up Maddox. As for you, little elf girl.. -Vixen fished out a few crowns which she would hand to the girl- "Seeing we are staying here a little longer, buy yourself some food and water, perhaps even clothes. Do hurry however as most will be cleaning out their stalls as the day is slowly coming to an end." -As the moose-hound returned to Vixens side she would rest her hand on its head and gently pet it before her eyes widened- "Oh, my manners.. I've been amongst the vikings far to long. My name is Vixen.. as you most likely realised by now I am the slave to Master Tyron.. however to anyone else I am simply Vixen." -Her lips curling up in a bit of a devilish grin as she eyed the both of them.-



EmmaBey: Hemming awoke and noticed the sun beginning to set in the horizon. It was late in the day. "Mari girl, time to pack it up." He said to her as he got up and began gathering things. He started placing things in the crates. As he filled the crates Marianna would tote them to the cart behind the stall. Moments later everything had gotten packed and they made their way behind the stall. Marianna looked around before Hemming told her it was alright. Marianna then shifted into a large brown grizzly bear. She let out a loud snarling groan as he hooked the harness around her and hooked the cart to the harness. Hemming looked to her and patted her head. He looked directly into her eyes as he spoke. "Mari girl, I am tired. I need to ride home on your back today." He said to the bear. A groan came from the bear as the bears head went up and down. He climbed up on the bears back and held the harness to keep from falling off. "Let's go home girl." Hemming said as he patted her back. The bear then started walking with the old man on it's back and the cart being pulled behind them as they exited the market heading back into the Underbelly towards home.



LiliumRoseThorn: -after a bit skarl let go of her, letting her finish her tasks with a ripped shirt, smirking as they picked up the pace and placed everything on the cart, heading back to the village, to their resting place, she'd shudder at the thought of how the night will be-


chubee  Thorne looked down at the crown’s in awe. “Thank miss Vixen.” She chirped before jogging off to the nearest food stand where she bought a decently sized loaf of bread, some cured meat and some dried fruit to snack on. It didn’t take long for the loaf of bread and meat to disappear as she devoured ‘em. After a couple of minutes browsing the various shops she used the rest of the crowns and refilled her quiver with arrows. As soon as she was done though she hurried back to Vixen, not wanting to stray too far and get lost. The tired looking elf now looked refreshed with a full stomach. “Aah, I feel much better now. I will definitely repay ya for this.” Thorne said with a happy hum to her voice while she waited for any instructions as she was in this woman’s care for the time being. Every now and again taking curious peeks at the hound Vixen had by her side.



Sprainy: -With the elf-girl wandering off with the crowns Vixens eyes rested upon another girl who'm most certainly seemed unhappy in her current situation.. and from what Vixen had seen she could not blame the girl for wanting to murder her Master. Pondering on if she should intervene or not.. if Vixen did wish to do so she best do so quickly as it seemed they were about to leave.- "Ah, you are back.. lovely. Stay with my hound, it'll keep you safe. feel free to pet it just be careful, a mouse lives within its furr." -Vixen winked at the girl as her cheerfulness was welcomed within the plenty of sadness and pain Skane offered.- "I'll be right back.." -With Vixen then walking off towards the by now fully packed and about to leave tailoring merchant.- "Hello, please excuse me.." -A friendly smile upon the girls lips as she spoke towards both the slave girl and the tailoring merchant- "I know you have just cleaned out your stall.. but I'd like to view over your wares for just a moment." -Vixen moved a hand through her hair, helping it over her shoulder to her back to bare the mark of her Master, the Jarl of Skane.. which was a known mark to inhabitants of Skane and in most cases this meant people would not hesitate to, in this case, show the wares.- "Dont trouble yourself to much, I will look at the stuff at the top."



LiliumRoseThorn: -Skarl snarled only to gulp upon witnessing her mark- aah why yes Ma'am ofcourse ofcourse! -she'd speak with a much more polite tone, he almost flew off the cart as he came to bow respectfully to the woman, he'd glare up and yank at Lily's arm whispering in a growling tone- "girl get the back box with the tapestries NOW!" -as he said he pushed her to the back, almost haivng her trip, a few moments of rumaging later, and a lot of nervous s weat upon his brow, she'd return with the box, opening it "hold t hese up so the fine Miss can show them" -Lily'd nod silently, with a somber glare in her eyes as she lifted the ifne tapestry she repaired ever so dilligently- "Miss these tapestries are some of the finest in my wares, I also have rugs and ever so soft and rare silks from far away lands if you're interested-




chubee  Thorne watched as Vixen walked off to a nearby stall, seemingly looking to purchase something. However Thorne still kept an eye on her from a distance incase the merchant tried anything fishy. In the meantime however, Thorne giddily pet the hound’s head, giving ‘em a few scritches behind it’s ears while being mindful of the mouse that was living in its fur.



Sprainy: -Vixen grinned slightly.. well aware she should not let such moments get to her head as Master was sure to smack it right out of her.. seeing people crawl to their feet to hurry along to make certain not to displease her however was a lovely sight. Vixen pretended to be looking over the wares yet her attention was with the girl, taking her in from top till toe. A sudden nod from Vixens head as she gazed towards the merchant- "You have fine wares indeed.. I can tell this beautiful lady is the one to thank for the correction in any flaw. That'll do perfect. Merchant, I am taking this girl with me for the night.. There is some work within the Great Hall that requires her skill. Of course I will make certain you will be rewarded for loaning out your slave to me and therefor my Master. I will be sure no harm comes to her nor her hands." -Vixen turned around with her back to the stall to gaze towards the elfs direction ensuring she was doing alright.- "Unless you have a problem with that, merchant?"


LiliumRoseThorn: -skarll looked stunned, a facial expression shared with his recently purchased slavegirl, though her face had a slight glimmer of hope as she stood there holding the tapestry- "w..what this girl? ah apologies Miss bu...buuut i i cant just loan her out, she's important to my business you see.. i'm not that physically well as i used to be " -Skarll said with a nervous stuttering voice, trying to make up excuses as lily gazed on, her eyes giving away a sence of dread as she knew her new Master had a snake tongue, her gentle hands started to tremble lightly as the cold wind washed over her exposed hands, and exposed parts of her body from under her ripped clothing-



chubee  Noticing that Vixen had now turned around Thorne smiled at the woman. However, she couldn’t help but notice the frantic merchant behind her. This rubbed Thorne the wrong way so she decided to start making her way towards the scene. It didn’t take her long to be but a few feet away from the stall. Leaning on a nearby tree, Thorne kept a keen eye on the merchant, looking between Vixen and the stall as if to ask if everything was alright.



Sprainy: "So, you want me to return to the Jarl of Skane.. with empty hands? Oh my, I wonder what will become of you once I explain to Him why I failed to find someone to help with our tailoring needs." -Vixen gazed over her shoulder towards the man.. her eyes showing sadness- "I will try my best to make Master Tyron understand.. but you know how he's so.. hands on. But alas, I understand Merchant.. it is no option for you to use the wealth I was offering you to pay someone to return the cart for you." -Vixen once more turned her head back to the elf girl, now that the merchant was unable to see.. a wide grin spread across her face. Seeing as the girl had inched closer Vixen simply winked in Thorne's direction whilst awaiting what the Merchants decision would be-



LiliumRoseThorn: but ..i erh.... -he whimpered and sighed- Y...yes Miss you are right ... please excuse me for a moment -he said fearing for his skin he'd bow deeply then turn around and grab the girl by the arm whispering- "you're lucky girl, go with her and take these fine rugs and tapestries with you, you better make me a lot of coin!" y...yes Master -the girl whimpered as she hend a small pile of folded tapestries, Skarll would spank her round butt one last time to push her foreward, taking one deep breath before smiling- My apologies Miss, please take her with you, and accept these fine tapestries as an apology for my rude behaviour -Skrall replied bowing down deeply-



chubee  Spotting the wide grin on Vixen’s face made Thorne stifle a chuckle as she winked right back at the woman. Once she spotted that the merchant had given in she let out a sigh before standing up straight. ‘Definitely don’t want to get on this lady’s bad side.’ She thought while waiting for the two of them to come closer as she didn’t want to intrude on the scene too much. Since she didn’t have much to do, she began to idly fiddle with the straps holding up her quiver against her back. Even twiddling with the ends of her hair as she felt much more relaxed now that the tension seemed to dissipate.



Sprainy: "Wonderful! I will be certain to inform Master Tyron of your willingness to loan her out and thank you kindly for the gifts. Come on girl, we have elsewhere to be." -As Vixen had done before, she did so again.. and walked off without looking behind her if the girl indeed did follow.- "Come on then, you brave little elf girl" -Vixen grinned before she continued her words- "Dont think I did not realise your intentions.. however, seeing you came closer despite obviously being used to your bow.. I do wonder how well your aim is?" -By now they left the market behind them and Vixens feet stepped on the bridge towards the Great Hall, once within the middle of the bridge she came to a halt and turned around to face the other girl- "Feel free to throw those.. gifts.. in the water here. In all honesty, Master Tyron isnt aware of this.. yet.. and neither was He in need of a tailor. Well, not that I am aware of anyway." -She would smile towards the girl- "Tonight, you get proper food and water.. and most certainly access to some proper clothes to keep you warm. How can that moron of a Merchant think of you as something valuable when he obviously doesnt care one bit about your health. I swear, pigs. all of them. Well, all but my Master anyway." -Each time Vixen spoke of other men owning slaves there was a obvious displeasing look upon her face yet when she spoke about her own Master nothing but happiness and eagerness lingered on her face.-



LiliumRoseThorn: -a small smirk came over her face at the glance of Skarll snivveling like a hound, she'd immediatly followed suit as ordered, gazing over her shoulder she'd witness her Master in distress, swearing and loading his crates back up, she'd gently gasp as the Elf girl became visible to her, she didn't notice her at all, she'd follow the Miss as her eyes gazed upon the grand hall in the distance, upon hearing the words of the Miss she'd pause for a bit, as she had some pride in what she made, her gaze focused on the neatly done stitches on the tapestry, she gulped and looked up nodding- y...yes Miss, t...thank you very much Miss -she replied bowing her head deeply in respect, her voice slight yet gentle , she'd take a step towards the edge of the bridge taking one last look at the tapestry before letting go and seeing them fall down i nthe river, returning swiftly to stand before her, her head tilted down in respect, her ripped shirt visible moving as she let out a deep sigh of relief-
chubee  Thorne grinned as Vixen and the slave girl made their way closer. Yet she couldn’t help but blush a bit as the lady’s words. “I am quite skilled if I do say so myself… “ Now keeping her eyes ahead as they began to leave the market. “My aim is true… Well most of the time.” She laughed at her own joke before glancing over at the girl. ‘Poor thing… must be freezin’ ‘ Thorne thought but held her tongue as she didn’t want to spook the girl since she knew that she could come off as intimidating when meeting new people. When they suddenly stopped in the middle of the bridge; Thorne watched the girl toss the beautifully made tapestries over the ledge. “Shame it is to throw ‘em away. But they only hold bad memories.” Thorne said with a happy glint in her pale eyes. Now that the girl returned to them she spotted the rips in her clothing. Shaking her head, she pulled off her cloak before swinging it over the girls shoulders with a click of her tongue. “Tsk. Need to stay warm or you’ll catch somethin’.” She said before taking a step back, nodding in agreement to Vixen’s statement. “Pig’s, all of ‘em” She mimicked as she waited for Vixen’s lead.



Sprainy: -Vixens head tilted her curiously upon seeing the girl get rid of the gifts, realising that it seemed to have a effect on the girl different then from what Vixen had expected. She assumed it would bring some sort of relief yet instead the girl seemed troubled when getting rid of it. Strange, she thought to herself.- "Well, I am sorry.. I wasnt aware you cared for the tapestry. So you like your work but strongly dislike your owner? or just strongly disliking being a slave in general? Also, whats your name? Its odd to just call you girl all the time. Whilst talking to the girl, Thorne's actions and words surely did not go unnoticed and it interested Vixen as well as the girls confidence with her aim. Archer who'm seems caring, carries the same hate for Masters as Vixen in general did.. a sudden grin upon her face as various options went through her head. Vixen knew she had to find purpose for them and thus she started to dig in a little deeper- "So, both of you..." -As Vixen continued to talk they would head off of the bridge, once more towards the Great Hall.- "Please do tell me more about you, mostly your skills and how you can be put to use. if I want to keep you save, fed and clothed.. I need to find a purpose for you. This involves telling me what is is YOU want for YOURSELF. I can do a lot.. but at the same time, I can only do so much. Master Tyron is the one that in the end is my main concern, if He's unhappy with you there is not anything I can do to change that.- "Vixen mumbled on as they arrived at the front door of the Great Hall, guards quickly stepping aside with Vixen once again coming to a halt, this time blocking off the path towards inside. She required answers first before risking her own life by bringing the slave girl inside.-



LiliumRoseThorn: -she popped out of her bubble- ah... no no Miss please, this one's happy to get rid of it, She did have some pride in her work, stitching and knitting gave her peace, and it made her happy to hear people be happy with her work -she smiled almost melting as she felt the elven girl's warm cloak around her, she'd bow her head deeply before her- ah...t..thank you for this kindness , w..what about you -she whispered to the elf as a cold breeze rolled over them, she'd immediatly turn back to the Miss and awnser- t...this one is good with a needle, she's worked with all types of fabrics, even furs -she said as her nimble hand gently caresses through the fur parts of the cloak, enjoying it's touch as she's usually only got to wear trash fabrics patched together- and ... .... she was trained in ... other ways -the moment she said that she unconsciously lowered her head in the fur parts of the cloak, a visible pinkish glow came off her face as she huddled in the cloak, realising why she asked she took a big gulp raising her head- t...this one will do anything in her power to earn her place -she said thinking she'd look all pridefull but ended up looking like a cat begging for scraps-



chubee  With a small grin Thorne whispered back. “No need to worry, I like the cold.” With that she winked cheekily at the girl before her attention was grabbed by Vixen as she stood in the entrance. Vixen’s sudden question took Thorne aback. What did she want? What was her goal. It took the elven girl a few seconds but she answered swiftly after the slave. “I want to be of use of course. You have shown me a great deal of kindness and that will never be forgotten.” Bowing her head slightly to show respect she continued. “I am highly skilled in hunting and tracking… I… Well I can also do a bit of magic.” With that she stomped her foot against the path, the impact causing a thick sheet of frost to scatter across the grass. “As the Jarl had said before… his daughter is similar to myself… I have never met another of my kind and well, I would love to get to know this person. Perhaps then we could learn more about our own heritage…” Sighing she brought her hand up, slipping off one of her gloves. Furrowing her brows as a large crystal of deep, deep blue ice formed in her palm. “I can also create this… This is called True Ice. I will not melt and it will not break.” With a grunt she made the shard dissipate into nothing as she continued to explain. “Only I or those who possess the same ability can break it, and only those who are strong enough can wield it as it can be forged into weapons by ones like myself. But it can be very dangerous for weak ones to touch as it will kill them...” Tugging her glove over her pale hand she continued. “I can offer my services in combat and can provide my ice as a type of material if wanted… I hope that is sufficient enough.” She said, a bit of worry resounding in her tone as she awaited their fate.



Sprainy: -Vixen sighed softly as the girl answered most of her questions yet in a servitude manner.. perhaps she was to far gone. Vixen had seen it before, to others she was one of these herself yet this was something Vixen did not acknowledge. Slaves so long within the slavery that they had long forgotten what it was to be free and thus unable to care for themselfs would they be free girls. She pushed the door open with the back as the warm filled hall became visable to them- "Seeing as you did not mention your name.. I will continue to call you girl, however I'd prefer to use a name. Also, my name is Vixen. No need to adress me with titles, just my name will do. If you remember what it is like to be free.. tonight is the night to be free, girl. Feed and help yourself to fabrics and furrs for new clothes. Upon entry you will find a bed to both sides, you can make use of them if they are not yet taken. If you are more comfortable amongst other slaves, you can join the slaves of the Great Hall upon the large round bed in the back of the room." -Vixen then turned towards the elf as she completly pushed the doors open, first thing they would see is a large table covered in food and mead able to feed multiple families. Every corner of the room had a slave-girl running about who'm all lifted their heads as the door opened, some nodded.. others spoke a soft 'welcome back' as one special one came towards Vixen who'm bowed her head lightly- "Interesting tricks you have up your sleeve, Thorne. Master Tyron will be the judge of how useful you can be to Him.. however, I see no reason for you to worry about anything. I have yet to see His... daughter... do any fancy magic tricks. I see use for you. Please, go on in and help yourself to whatever you need. You are free to roam about yet be aware that in the underbelly I can not garuantee your safety. Master Tyron will call upon you once He is ready to talk to you." -Vixen already knew that if her Master had no use for this special elf-girl.. she surely did. Turning once more towards the slave-girl as Vixen spoke more stern now- "Oh, by the way girl... I risk my life bringing you in here. This means yours as well, be sure not to stand out untill I've managed to adress the situation to my Master. If you need anything be it needles, thread or more fabrics and furrs.. ask Leona. I leave her in charge in my absence over the slaves. Feel free to make whatever you wish to make." -As Vixen finished talking to the both of them she would head further on into the Great Hall with her eyes inspecting everything to ensure all was well and at the same time relieved her Master was not around.. meaning He most likely was waiting for her within His chambers.-



LiliumRoseThorn: -she'd look and gaze in wonder at the elf girl, she'd heard fairy tales before but now she got the honor of seeing one in person, the harsh words of the Miss made her bow her head and ponder, she'd been disciplined in not using her name, she'd watch her open the door, her eyes widened at the feast, gazing at the many people, food and warmth this hall had, she'd gulp and whimper gently as she watched Miss and the elf walk inside, her lips trembled, stuttering as she finnaly uttered the word- .....l..Lily M..miss, she used to be called ...Lily -she said bowing her head, she'd kneel down deeply as she bowed her head down to the ground- Thank you Miss for this kindnes, she shall not be a burden -she replied as she followed her in, halting at the banquet table, hesitating for a moment, keeping the Miss' words in Mind she'd sit down at the banquet table smiling and keeping her eyes lowered as a slave girl would ask her for something to drink, she'd never thought of anything else so she asked for water, slowely but surely she began to taste some of the food presented on the table, she visibly melted at the delight of it all, she'd still hold onto the cloak as she tried to hide her shredded clothing-



chubee  Thorne followed Vixen inside but stopped when she saw that the slave girl bowed and stated her name. “Well… Nice to meet you Lily.” She’d say as she took a seat next to the girl. “The name is Thorne incase I forgot to mention it. I’m pretty new here so I hope we can be allies.” With that she reached over the table to grab hold of a wild turkey leg. “We sure are lucky ‘ain't we?” She’d look over to Lily, noticing that she was still huddled in her cloak. “You can use that for as long as ya need to.” Thorne would whisper into her ear before sitting back and eagerly biting in drumstick she had grabbed. “Is there anywhere we can wash up?” Thorne asked while looking around after she had finished her little snack.



Sprainy: -Vixen smiled softly upon hearing the girl state her name- "Well, Lily.. it is a pleasure to meet you. And as I said, please.. just call me Vixen. Tonight.. you ask no ones permission and kneel before no one. Well, unless its Master Tyron.. then you should be respectful." -Seeing them help themself to the food had Vixen light up, even if she would get a beating for this.. Just seeing the happiness upon their faces most certainly made it worth it.- "But of course Thorne. Leona, have some girls prepare two bowls of hot water.. soap, rags and towels and place one in each of the seperate rooms. Then make certain the room Lily chooses also contains a set of clean clothes and some warm furrs." -Leona nodded as Vixen finished talking, already heading deeper into the Great Hall to task several girls with what had to be done- "Oh, and Leona.. spoil Lily please. Give her whatever you think she may need." -Leona nodded whilst Vixen turned towards Thorne- "As for you, little elf.." -Vixen giggled softly, strangely enough taking a liking to this creature before her.- "I am sure you will continue to ask if you require anything." -With that Vixen walked off herself, waved her hand up in the air- "Leona will help you with whatever you need. If you require me for whatever reason, inform her." -She stopped besides the throne, waiting for their replies to see if Vixen herself was still needed here yet her mind was already with her Master in His chambers.-



LiliumRoseThorn: - her face glowed with glee, as some tears rolled down her cheeks, it's been far to long that she felt this .....comfort, she'd not bow her head but give gentle, gleefull smile as she said:- thank you Mi.....Thank you Vixen -she said smiling as she remembered how well it felt to be called by name, she'd smile and speak with the elf a little aswell- L..lily is glad to meet you too L..lady thorne -she said blushing fiercly as she felt... happy, after she finished her meal she'd bow her head as she excused herself, her walk was a little less trembly as the warmth of the hall comforted her a great deal, Leona stopped her in her tracks as she pointed her to her room, shy as she is she silently nodded as she entered, gasping at the gifts given to her, the door closes and she couldn't help but sob silently, taking the opertunity to get rid of her ragged clothing and to wash the grime sweat and cold off of her naked body, once done she'd slide into bed, allas she's used to sleeping naked so she placed the clothes on a nearby table only to find a bunch of fabrics and sewing needles, causing her to sob further at the kindness, for the first time in forever she got to sleep .. peacefully-



chubee  Thorne smiled warmly towards Vixen as she had the other girls prepare them some warm water which they swiftly took to the spare rooms. Turning towards Lily she smiled once again. “Just Thorne is find, we’re equals ain’t we?” After Lily had left Thorne quickly followed, bowing her head once more towards Vixen before whispering a quick thank you to Leona before walking into her room. With a huff she threw off her dirty hunting gear and went to scrubbing all the dirt away from her skin. Once she was clean her exhaustion finally hit her so she plopped onto the bed with a sigh. “Goodnight…” She mumbled cutely to noone in particular as she drifted off, feeling safe and warm.



Sprainy: "Leona, finish up and have the girls eat and rest. I want the Great Hall quiet within a short while, if not everything is finished there is another day tomorrow, alright?" -Vixen did not even wait for a response before slipping behind the throne, through the single door that led to her Masters chambers. The moment she stepped in she undressed herself completly, even the necklace around her neck would be placed down upon a small table. Once finished she crawled onto the bed where her Master was already waiting for her.. no rest for the wicked as Vixen's naked frame crawled ontop of Him. Throughout the next few hours, even when the other slaves became quiet.. screams and moans would echo throughout the Great Hall, depending on how the Jarl recieved Vixens news about Lily and Thorne would greatly so decide the loudness and lenght of each scream and moan. Soon, all would fall quiet as another day came to an end and almost everyone would be in a deep sleep.. Seemingly so did Vixen yet the little critter within her moose-hound became rather active, crawling on the large round bed over each slave girl and then ventured further. Awaiting for both Lily and Thorne to be in a deep sleep as the little critter would climb its way up the beds and ontop of them.-