Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is not mine, was not mine, and never will be mine. (I thought it was about time to put one up)
As I awoke my head pounded with a fierceness that I could only imagine till then. My throat was sore and parched, I felt as if I hadn't eaten in days and my head was so light and dizzy I couldn't stand. In other words, if felt as if I had been run over by a carriage.
Gaining enough consciousness, I peered at my surroundings. It was very cold and dark, but I could see many lit lanterns outside of my cloth chambers. I was laying on what felt like many fur and cloth blankets. I had no doubt that under the blankets there was a hard damp ground.
My presumption was confirmed when I rolled off the warmth on my blankets onto the cold ground.
I was startled when a deep throaty chuckle came from the front of my cloth confinement.
"I'm glad to see that my *captive* has finally awoken. I was starting to wonder just *when* you were going to wake." The man standing at the door was tall, perhaps six foot six inches, and *very* well muscled. He looked like the son of a farmer. You could see his muscular arms through his torn shirt, and his strong thighs through the tight material of his pants. He had what looked like shoulder-length brown, almost black, hair that was tied back into a ponytail, and deep green eyes.
I tried to speak, but my throat was so dry it threw me into a coughing fit. I heard some shuffling of things beside me and then a goblet of wine was pushed in front of my face.
"Drink. I will get you some water later, but this will have to do for now." His voice was so deep and commanding I could do nothing else but follow his orders. I hurriedly gulped down the wine he had offered me and smiled in bliss as the cool liquid flowed down my scorched throat. Just then my stomach rumbled. He smiled. "If you promise to not go anywhere I will bring you some bread and fruit." I smiled and nodded my head, my throat still too dry to speak. Chuckling at my enthusiasm he stood and started out of the tent. Turning he said, "You sure do have a lot of vivacity for a captive." With that he turned and left.
Yawning, I felt the wine getting to me. I clumsily scrambled back onto the bed and shut my eyes. My stomach would have to wait till later, I was exhausted.
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When I next awoke it was light outside and there was a plate of bread and a few pieces of fruit. There was also a water pouch. I immediately grabbed at the water pouch and greedily gulped down it's contents in an oh-so-un-lady-like manner. When the pouch was empty I set it down and started to ravish my food. In a matter of minutes I had finished off two slices of bread and two apples, I was working on my third when the man from before walked in.
"I see you're awake again, ah, and this time you are eating. I'm glad, a person should not go too long without eating. It is not a pleasant experience, I know...from experience." He sat down cross-legged next to me, a lock of dark brown hair falling in his eyes. "You know, you are a very lucky person. I was paid to kidnap and kill you. Don't worry. I won't kill you. I don't usually go against the bosses orders, but for you I made and exception." He cupped my face with one of his large hands and pulled me closer. I dropped my apple. Pulling my face to his he bent down and gently kissed me.
Pulling back he whispered, "You are an exceptionally beautiful woman. Welcome to the land of the gypsies." After he said that he pulled me to my feet and threw me over his shoulder. "You will be staying here for a long time. You need more appropriate clothing."
When he said this I grew confused. My clothing seem perfectly appropriate to me. The neck line did not dip very low, it showed none of my breast, and the waist line was very modest, not making the dress very tight on my figure. The sleeves were not very frilly, a bit ruffly, but not frilly; and the color was a deep blue, nothing too bright.
We came upon another tent and he walked inside. "Jasmina," he called to a dark skinned woman who was sitting on a pillow. The woman had dark brown, curly, hair and vibrant green eyes. She was a very attractive woman, her body was slightly plumped with child birth, but attractive none the less.
"Serena will be staying with us for a while, she needs the right clothing." He set me down, but didn't move away.
I gasped, "H-how did you know my name?"
He smiled a charming white, toothy, smile, "I told you, I was hired to kill you. I need the name of the person I am supposed to kill."
I turned pale and nodded. "Yes, I-I suppose you would."
Jasmina stood up from her pillow, her black and dark green skirt flowing down her legs, and walked towards us. "A small pretty thing you are. Yes, I can see why Dralcon did not kill you, although your hips, they're too small to bear children." She sighed and turned around, "come I shall need to get you out of all those damn layers you English women insist on wearing. Drake, please leave. I promise I wont do anything to hurt your little prize. Now shoo."
Draklon left and Jasmina pulled me towards a trunk, and started undoing my dress. I, of course use to having a nursemaid, paid little attention to what she was doing and let her continue.
I don't know how long she sat there and tugged and pulled at my clothing but when she finally did finish she grabbed a hard toothed brush and started at my hair. When she was all finished he pulled me towards a looking glass. I gasped at what I saw. I was standing there in a black peasant blouse and a crimson skirt that came mid calf. I had a back sash with a rose design tied around my waist. My hair was up in a bun with only a few strands of hair escaping the tight pins that held it up. She yanked off all of my jewelry and handed me a chain of bells. I started to attach it to my wrist when she stopped me.
"You put it around your ankle silly. See," Jasmina picked up her foot and shook it. She had an identical chain of bells around her bare ankle. She smiled, "All of Drake's women wear one of these. Well, all of us who are in our gypsy band, that is."
I looked down at my feet. I hadn't even noticed that they were now bear. I considered giving her back the chain and telling her that I was not one of his women, but what he told me earlier came back to my mind. He had spared my life. Bending down I attached the small chain to my ankle.
"You know, a few girls will be jealous of you, you'll have Drake's full attention for a while. Don't worry though, many of them will understand, we were all the new girl once." Jasmina sighed, "Come, we mustn't keep him waiting. He's probably wondering what you look like in normal cloths."
As we walked out of her tent I noticed many things I hadn't before. Many people were running around singing and dancing. Children were all over playing games with one and another. Many people were kissing and were involved in other activities of that sort that I feel should not be mentioned.
The one thing that I noticed the most was that everyone either had brown or black hair. Men, women, and children; they were all the same. Some had curly hair some had straight smooth or straight frizzy hair, but it was all dark.
I felt a tug at my hand and realized I had stopped. I smiled apologetically at Jasmina and continued walking.
We were soon standing in front of the tent I had slept in. It was the biggest of all the surrounding tents and I guessed that it was the most elaborately furnished also.
Smiling, Jasmina pulled back the tent flap and pushed me inside.
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As I awoke my head pounded with a fierceness that I could only imagine till then. My throat was sore and parched, I felt as if I hadn't eaten in days and my head was so light and dizzy I couldn't stand. In other words, if felt as if I had been run over by a carriage.
Gaining enough consciousness, I peered at my surroundings. It was very cold and dark, but I could see many lit lanterns outside of my cloth chambers. I was laying on what felt like many fur and cloth blankets. I had no doubt that under the blankets there was a hard damp ground.
My presumption was confirmed when I rolled off the warmth on my blankets onto the cold ground.
I was startled when a deep throaty chuckle came from the front of my cloth confinement.
"I'm glad to see that my *captive* has finally awoken. I was starting to wonder just *when* you were going to wake." The man standing at the door was tall, perhaps six foot six inches, and *very* well muscled. He looked like the son of a farmer. You could see his muscular arms through his torn shirt, and his strong thighs through the tight material of his pants. He had what looked like shoulder-length brown, almost black, hair that was tied back into a ponytail, and deep green eyes.
I tried to speak, but my throat was so dry it threw me into a coughing fit. I heard some shuffling of things beside me and then a goblet of wine was pushed in front of my face.
"Drink. I will get you some water later, but this will have to do for now." His voice was so deep and commanding I could do nothing else but follow his orders. I hurriedly gulped down the wine he had offered me and smiled in bliss as the cool liquid flowed down my scorched throat. Just then my stomach rumbled. He smiled. "If you promise to not go anywhere I will bring you some bread and fruit." I smiled and nodded my head, my throat still too dry to speak. Chuckling at my enthusiasm he stood and started out of the tent. Turning he said, "You sure do have a lot of vivacity for a captive." With that he turned and left.
Yawning, I felt the wine getting to me. I clumsily scrambled back onto the bed and shut my eyes. My stomach would have to wait till later, I was exhausted.
~*~*~*~
When I next awoke it was light outside and there was a plate of bread and a few pieces of fruit. There was also a water pouch. I immediately grabbed at the water pouch and greedily gulped down it's contents in an oh-so-un-lady-like manner. When the pouch was empty I set it down and started to ravish my food. In a matter of minutes I had finished off two slices of bread and two apples, I was working on my third when the man from before walked in.
"I see you're awake again, ah, and this time you are eating. I'm glad, a person should not go too long without eating. It is not a pleasant experience, I know...from experience." He sat down cross-legged next to me, a lock of dark brown hair falling in his eyes. "You know, you are a very lucky person. I was paid to kidnap and kill you. Don't worry. I won't kill you. I don't usually go against the bosses orders, but for you I made and exception." He cupped my face with one of his large hands and pulled me closer. I dropped my apple. Pulling my face to his he bent down and gently kissed me.
Pulling back he whispered, "You are an exceptionally beautiful woman. Welcome to the land of the gypsies." After he said that he pulled me to my feet and threw me over his shoulder. "You will be staying here for a long time. You need more appropriate clothing."
When he said this I grew confused. My clothing seem perfectly appropriate to me. The neck line did not dip very low, it showed none of my breast, and the waist line was very modest, not making the dress very tight on my figure. The sleeves were not very frilly, a bit ruffly, but not frilly; and the color was a deep blue, nothing too bright.
We came upon another tent and he walked inside. "Jasmina," he called to a dark skinned woman who was sitting on a pillow. The woman had dark brown, curly, hair and vibrant green eyes. She was a very attractive woman, her body was slightly plumped with child birth, but attractive none the less.
"Serena will be staying with us for a while, she needs the right clothing." He set me down, but didn't move away.
I gasped, "H-how did you know my name?"
He smiled a charming white, toothy, smile, "I told you, I was hired to kill you. I need the name of the person I am supposed to kill."
I turned pale and nodded. "Yes, I-I suppose you would."
Jasmina stood up from her pillow, her black and dark green skirt flowing down her legs, and walked towards us. "A small pretty thing you are. Yes, I can see why Dralcon did not kill you, although your hips, they're too small to bear children." She sighed and turned around, "come I shall need to get you out of all those damn layers you English women insist on wearing. Drake, please leave. I promise I wont do anything to hurt your little prize. Now shoo."
Draklon left and Jasmina pulled me towards a trunk, and started undoing my dress. I, of course use to having a nursemaid, paid little attention to what she was doing and let her continue.
I don't know how long she sat there and tugged and pulled at my clothing but when she finally did finish she grabbed a hard toothed brush and started at my hair. When she was all finished he pulled me towards a looking glass. I gasped at what I saw. I was standing there in a black peasant blouse and a crimson skirt that came mid calf. I had a back sash with a rose design tied around my waist. My hair was up in a bun with only a few strands of hair escaping the tight pins that held it up. She yanked off all of my jewelry and handed me a chain of bells. I started to attach it to my wrist when she stopped me.
"You put it around your ankle silly. See," Jasmina picked up her foot and shook it. She had an identical chain of bells around her bare ankle. She smiled, "All of Drake's women wear one of these. Well, all of us who are in our gypsy band, that is."
I looked down at my feet. I hadn't even noticed that they were now bear. I considered giving her back the chain and telling her that I was not one of his women, but what he told me earlier came back to my mind. He had spared my life. Bending down I attached the small chain to my ankle.
"You know, a few girls will be jealous of you, you'll have Drake's full attention for a while. Don't worry though, many of them will understand, we were all the new girl once." Jasmina sighed, "Come, we mustn't keep him waiting. He's probably wondering what you look like in normal cloths."
As we walked out of her tent I noticed many things I hadn't before. Many people were running around singing and dancing. Children were all over playing games with one and another. Many people were kissing and were involved in other activities of that sort that I feel should not be mentioned.
The one thing that I noticed the most was that everyone either had brown or black hair. Men, women, and children; they were all the same. Some had curly hair some had straight smooth or straight frizzy hair, but it was all dark.
I felt a tug at my hand and realized I had stopped. I smiled apologetically at Jasmina and continued walking.
We were soon standing in front of the tent I had slept in. It was the biggest of all the surrounding tents and I guessed that it was the most elaborately furnished also.
Smiling, Jasmina pulled back the tent flap and pushed me inside.
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