Past
The self-proclaimed god, Immortan Joe, and his devoted group of war boys had devastated the small village, Angaharad, ravaging it of all its resources and slaughtering all its inhabitants save for the women. And only ten of them, deemed worthy to bare children, stood facing him in a line. Icy blue eyes search face after face, body after body, paying special attention to what he perceived beautiful and strong enough to give him a healthy heir to his throne.
Many were rather thin-almost sickly thin. Many were brunettes, with the same boring brown eyes. The first to catch his eye was the only blonde of the whole group. Her loose long hair contradicts the tan of her skin-nonetheless her appearance was youthful and quite pristine-especially her light eyes. She was still slim but clearly ate better than most of the women, for her figure was not soiled by jutting pelvic bone. He walked closer to the woman, personally examining her despite her pleas of displeasure.
"Your name woman." He said nonchalantly not at all fazed by her distress.
"Sp-splendid…The Splendid of Angharad." Just as she finished a large man lifted her over his shoulder and carried her away. The Splendid's cries and screams further unnerved the remaining women; all began to weep in terror, except one who also caught the Immortan's attention. As he stood before her eyes-that reminded him of emerald jewels-stared back at him with a wrathful intensity.
This one completely contradicted the blonde. Her bone straight hair is a pure ebony cascading over bare smooth brown shoulders. Her full sanguine plump lips are shut tight. His eyes lower to the woman's small breasts, but her defined and curvaceous waist, along with slight stretch marks, showed that she'd birthed children before. Her appearance is fairly fresh, fooling most who would believe her to be young. But he could see the maturity reflecting off her eyes.
"And what are you called?" he queried but all he received was silence. He growled in disapproval and was about to strike her until the Splendid yelled out,
"Elixir!..The Elixir of Angharad, please don't hurt her!" he lowers his hand,
"Elixir? You people have strange names." He attempted to stroke her cheek but is met with a hiss.
"Don't touch me!" The Immortan chuckled, this small bird peaked his interest. And her blatant rebellious nature would be challenging-but it was something he could certainly fix over time.
"Take her. The rest are no good." The same large man grabbed the Elixir, having to hold her tightly for she fussed harder and screamed louder than the Splendid. She was thrown into the same metal cage as her friend and locked inside. The other women met the same fate as the village, and the Immortan Joe takes his new projects back to his lands.