Little tidbits on my take for Zevran's past. I thought it could be a challenge writing about his past because there isn't really a lot to work with, but everyone knows the result. This is a very short one describing his travel to be a member of the Antivan Crows.
ps: this is when he is seven or so and knows nothing about what is happening or how to fight, blah blah blah, and this is more serious. The next chapter will be more about his protests before he submits to the training.
"That one there will do," he heard the man say pointing to him. His face was pleasant to look at, but the coldness of his eyes warded off any attention that he was willing to give him. The black hair he had was tied up in a ponytail and he looked like a man that did nothing but train all his life, by the size of his muscles that rippled with every movement he made. His 'family', all lined up, stared at him when one of his many 'mothers' lead him to the man standing before him.
"Zevran, follow him," she said curtly. That wasn't what he normally heard from her, with her talkative and flirtatious personality cut so sharp.
He really didn't want to follow him, but she wouldn't let go of him as she let the other man take him.
"Come. I have some work to do with these new recruits." he said, taking not only him but some of the other boys from the whorehouse as well. Taking the six of them, including Zevran, he forced them to follow him.
"Stop your insistent squirming, you bloody idiot!" the man yelled as he slapped Zevran across the face, hard enough to knock him off balance and it had him falling to the ground. The man only sneered at him as he slowly stood back up.
His face wasn't the only thing that hurt. He wanted to be back at his home in the whorehouse. Even without having enough food to fill his stomach, it was still his home and he wanted to be close to it and remember what little traces of his true mother he could find out. He wanted to believe that she really didn't give him up without a fight, but he wasn't as sure when he remembered how her face was cold and distant. That look took most of the fight out of him.
He didn't care enough to try and learn the man's name, nor did he care about the journey to who knows where. What he felt for was leaving all he knew behind, knowing he wouldn't be able to come back.
One of the boy's stopped, complaining under his breath that he needed a break. His hair was a light brown and anyone could tell just by looking at him that we was nothing but skin and bones. He looked strong enough to keep walking, but because of how he was basically a walking skeleton he couldn't go that far without wanting a breather.
"Quit your shuffling and come here!" he yelled when the boy wanted to rest. Zevran could tell that he enjoyed the journey as much as the boys that he dragged with, like slaves, did. His cold and cruel eyes always kept Zevran on the edge, wondering if he would actually try to kill him or not.
"We have been walking for days to no end! Can't we have a small break just to catch our breath?" one of the other boys asked.
The man didn't even waver for a second. He walked over to the boy with a smile, and slit his throat without hesitation or remorse. The way he smiled even more after he murdered that boy was one of pure ecstasy. He looked at the remaining boys, daring them to say one word so that he could murder them all, that was one thing Zevran was sure of.
"We keep walking. Any other complaints and you end up like that," he said pointing to the corpse of the boy. When silence answered him, he frowned, but he went back to leading them past the cities to one he called Anitva.
Zevran found himself inside a large building, with other boys staring at the newcomers as if they were new meat they would just love to devour after torturing it and burning it to perfection. Their stares somewhat reminded him of the stares that many of the men had when they saw the women that he lived with, that same look that described how much they wanted to devour them.
"Welcome to the Crows." Another man said as he approached them. This man looked a little younger than the one who took him here, maybe around the early twenties. He had long, wavy brown hair that cascaded down to his shoulders and the top of it was braided towards the back of his head. His face was sharp, one that could be said from family tradition or from not eating as much as he should had and he seemed a little skinnier than the one that he traveled with. Though, from how he stared at the other man, Zevran could tell that he was the one in charge. His eyes were a silver that seemed soulless, and only showed a mockery of happiness at some points while his lips seemed to stay in the form of a smirk.
"Here are some new recruits that need to be broken in. There aren't that many this time. The whorehouses seem to have even less choices than before," the man sighed.
"Well, we can arrange for their trail, and at least there are more than two this time Alec." he said to the man.
"Let's not waste another moment then," Alec said as others came from the shadows and grabbed them.
Zevran found himself inside a dark room where the only thing he could see were the shadow figures of the other boys, the other four that were taken and survived. When he tried to move his hands, he realized that he was also tied up, and the ropes were digging into his wrists with a surprising force.
He could hear the screams for help from the other boys, but he stayed silent. Slowly, the cries became silent as the hours passed with no sign of anyone coming to help.
Suddenly, a door was thrown open, and with it light reached through and Zevran could tell that they were starting the trails, whatever they were.
"Time to get up, we need some new blood for the lessons and I see five meat bags ready for picking." It was Alec that came for them. He looked through the room, searching for their 'new blood' when his eyes came across Zevran's. He smiled, that same cruel smile, and motioned for the two others behind him to grab him.
He was taken into a room, covered in dried blood, with other boys a couple years older than him, staring. Ever slowly, the other boys smiled knowing that Zevran was the next sacrifice for them.
"Here is a new classmate that you can play with." Alec said gesturing to me. "Tell him what to do and if he refuses, kill him."
Zevran stared at him for a moment before Alec turned to leave him to face a room for of boys that all held swords and daggers, staring at him like he was their new plaything.
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