How much time had passed was a mystery to Vyra.

All that was clear was that when she awoken fully, her mind and senses no longer weakened and impeded by whatever sort of drug she had been subjected to during the auctioning of her freedom, even now her body still struggling to return control to her once again, the briefest glimpses of the body that once belonged to her fading in and out like that of the light through thick shades.

It did not much matter for her unfortunately, bound with the shackles that restrained everything of her, her Magical powers, even those that she lacked the control within, all of it severed whilst the chains persisted around her neck and wrists. A prisoner. Bought and sold like that of a slave. That was the fate deemed for her, the cruel nature of how things had transpired, having gone from such a horrid set of events to devolve even further into this.

Worst yet, was she had no idea as to what to envision this new life would entail. So many questions that floated throughout her head, leaving her just wishing, hoping that there may be clarity, perhaps even a means of finding hope.

The last thing she wished would be that her life would thus amount to little more than a slave from this point.

A quick glance around as her full capacities began to return to their original proper, and she could have at least admired the nature of if this period of slavery was one in which she was going to have to endure, it would at least be one in which were in better conditions than compared to others. The estate in which she found herself in was impressive, arguably comparable to that of what she had come to expect and see from the Blue Pegasus Guild Hall, albeit this one showing a far greater and profound appreciation towards the color red than Blue Pegasus’ adoption of blue. Similarly, the art, the portraits and statues that were all around seemed to be far more gothic, frightening in their aesthetic. It was a far cry from that of Blue Pegasus, to such the degree that Vyra could have seen this being the entirely opposite, a chill running down her spine as she found herself wondering what the opposite of Blue Pegasus’ hospitality may have entailed.

The chains and shackles upon her body gave a good indication of that in their own right however.

A sound brought her out of her moment of thought, her eyes peering up to the top of the stairs within the large antechamber that she had found herself within. Atop them stood the woman from the auction, the red dress which stood out amongst the shrouded figures in darkness managing to also stand out there against the backdrop of red that covered seemingly everything in sight. “Ah, good. You’re awake! And more even, you’re conscious!” The woman’s voice rang through the estate, not angry or cruel, but rather that of a caring figure.

Motherly, in a way.

Vyra said nothing, looking on as the woman descended down the stairs, moving with a level of grace and sophistication that left very little doubt within Vyra’s mind as to what sort of person this woman was.

Someone who could crush her beneath her feet.

“Vyra, the infamous Blue Pegasus Mage,” the woman stopped briefly, looking upon Vyra, watching her face, before a snickering-like smile appeared upon her lips, “My apologies, I know that is a sore subject… It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

The Demi-Human said nothing, wanting to lash out at the woman, shackles be damned. It was bad enough no longer being in Blue Pegasus, being forced into the sort of lifestyle that she had been in. To become an effective slave to someone who had the gall to taunt her at the same time though, it was enough for Vyra to break from her typically passive behavior, to get some sort of revenge. Some sort of control. For once.

Barely a step she had made before she found herself being forced to the ground with significant force, the suddenness of it causing her head to bounce off of the carpeted floor, massive pressure landing upon her nose, a wet feeling beginning to trickle down as she found herself being lifted up by her hair, a figure just behind her having moved with such force and speed that even she could not have processed it until it were too late.

“Tsk, tsk, a slave should know better than to dare strike upon her better,” The smirk turned into a slightly disappointed frown, “But, I suppose it will take some time for you to get used to your new role, won’t it. The life of a once glorious Mage, it’ll take some time for you to return to your proper place. Now come, I have much to show you throughout here.”

It was quiet from that point, Vyra doing little other than being forced to follow along, listening as the woman spoke with glee and delight, as much conveying instruction to Vyra as she were taking delight in her current plight. This lasted for some time, the two of them travelling down the halls, the quiet enforcer always a short bit behind, ready to engage with Vyra again at a moment’s notice. For the Demi-Human’s benefit though, that did not come to pass.

There came a door, one in particular that it seemed the woman were ready to ignore. Would have even, if it had not been for it opening, a woman appearing in the doorframe. Taller than Vyra, at one head taller than the Demi-Human, two horns protruding from her head in a vein somewhat similar to Vyra, albeit far more pointed than the goat-like horns of Vyra. At first, there seemed a bit of surprise upon her face, but as she looked down onto Vyra, she could not help but smile. “A face that I had not envisioned seeing here, but one that I am quite pleased to have encountered. A guest of yours?”

The woman in red looked upon her, as much wishing to be polite whilst also not wishing to convey her true intentions, “In a manner of speaking, yes, yes you could say that. This is,”

“Vyra of the Blue Pegasus Guild. I had heard of your plight up North. I had not envisioned that it would be here that we would come to meet, but must say,” she looked the Demi-Human up and down, “I’m quite pleased. Perhaps we shall speak again,” she looked back up to the woman in red, “At a time more suited, of course.”

With a polite nod to the woman in red, she stepped back and closed the door behind her, once again leaving Vyra and the woman in red in the hallway alone with their muted escort.

“Who was that,” asked the Demi-Human, as much confused about the encounter as she was hopeful that she may have had an ally despite this terrible situation.

“Calls herself the Lady of Thorns, but don’t mind her,” the woman said dismissingly, “That should be the only time you see her through this. Come….”

Thus, the trip through went on, Vyra given little information other than being told the loose sense of what and where things were in the estate. A small comfort, and barely a help, especially with what was to come later on for her.

1252/1000 ( -50% | -20% Oración Seis Guild Level 2 Perk, -20% Explorer's Belt, -10% Companion)