Sydney Miller
Remisa's Life Story:
I awoke that morning, the highblood breathing down on my neck, his arms wrapped around my waist still, I tried to move away slightly, but his grip tightened. "so what did you dream about last night little one?" he whispered, causing a shiver to run up my spine. I did not know he had been awake. "Oh, it was nothing…"
"HA, I didn't know that nothing would scare you like that lowblood."
"I was drowning in an boiling abyss, and they're was blood everywhere…" I started, and ended up telling him every detail of my nightmare. He just cradled me in his arms, breathing in and out on my neck as I spoke. It was awkward, but I just tried to ignore it and focus on speaking. "Um, yeah and that was when I awoke and screamed."
"YOU FLIPPED THE FUCK OUT, AT FIRST I HAD NO IDEA WHAT WAS GOING ON."
"Sorry sir. I'll try not to let it happen again."
"sometimes I wonder what's going on in that think pan of yours."
"R-really sir?"
"ON OCCASION, but don't think that I care about you anymore then a bit of curiosity."
"Um, of coarse sir." I mumbled, he rolled his eyes, sitting up and releasing me from the death grip he had on my waist. I had bruises on my wrists from when he had pinned me down last night, I rubbed at them and he glanced at me momentarily. "I have to get preparations for the party, so you'll be staying in your block today."
It was a few days until Xanthe's Celebration he creates every sweep for the hell of it. He enjoys this occasion and is usually in an extremely good mood because of it. He makes everyone dress formally; even the slaves have to wear their best clothes. In addition, everyone is required to attend. I always enjoy it because its when I feel almost free, but Xanthe usually makes me stay at least a few feet near him at all times.
"Oh. Okay" I nodded; I always liked to spend my time in solitude, reading the books Xanthe had provided when I told him I enjoyed reading. My room had stacks and piles of sketchbooks, History Books, and many other genres. I had pencils scattered about that had been used until they were only about an inch long. My room was small, and had a small bed in the corner with small tan pillows and a black blanket. There was a small bared window over my bed, which I liked to watch the sun and moons out of. It was warmer in there then in Xanthe's room but still colder than I liked.
He got up and stretched, pulling me out of the bed by my wrist. I winced in pain and choked back a quiet sob. He led me to my block and unlocked the door, tossing me inside and giving me a quick, be good, glance before leaving. The sound of the door-locking behind him clicked. I moved to my bed, a small, wooden, two-drawer dresser sat beside it. I thought it would be good if I changed clothes, so I kneeled down next to it, pulling out another almost identical copper brown dress from the top drawer. I stripped quickly, as the rushing cold gripped to my naked flesh. I slipped on my fresh dress. I felt still cold from the new fabric touching my skin. I threw my old dress on top of my dresser, grabbed the blanket, and wrapped it around my shoulders. I crawled to a stack of books and grabbed the bottom one, careful not to tip over the stack. It was a history book on the rebellions of low-bloods. It had always been my favorite. I flipped to my favorite chapter and leaned against my cot.
It's called the Caste of Colors Rebellion, The shades dying the battlefront were disturbing and all colors mixed. Maroon, Brown, Yellow, Green and even some blue castes fought together against the High-Bloods. Moreover, they were close to winning, but with the advanced technology and brute force of the Higher Castes, they were brought down, culled, and or sold into slavery. Their pride and hope stripped from them, their minds manipulated, and the generations after receiving the same fates. It was sad to read, to know that there was never any hope for us. The only hope and peace, was in death.
So many of the friends I had made in this palace were now dead, sometimes I felt that they were lucky, and other times, they must've had it real hard.
I heard a knock at my door and my ears perked up. "Remisa?" It was Capris; I jumped up moving towards the door, "Capris, what's up?" It was hard to hear her through the metal doors, but I tried my best, pressing my face against the cold metal, listening close. She slumped against the door, scratching the back of her head.
"Nothing mu¢h Rem, Xanthe was talking to me about this big ass party ¢oming up, and he's fu¢kin' making me dress formally this time!"
"Heheh, oh wow!" I laughed; Capris hated being told what to wear.
She sighs, "It's not cool, I want to just wear what feels comfortable, but he got this fucking tight boring dress for me!" I couldn't help but laughing again, "Well at least he got you a dress, you should be grateful Capris! I bet you'll look great in it!"
"You think so! That's good I guess, well I hope that you're dress will be much more fabulous!"
"Thanks Capris, I bet it wont be, but who knows."
She chuckled, and I heard her stand, "I got to go do some training and shit, and if I'm late again I'll be in deep shit! Talk to you later my little buddy!" I heard her mumble some other nonsense and walk away. I whispered my goodbyes, moving to go lay down on my bed, grabbing one of my almost full sketchbooks and began to sketch out some dresses. I loved drawing, not just clothes, but also my lusus, my friends, and many more things. I hadn't drawn in almost half a sweep because Xanthe had kept me very busy, and had been killing many other low-bloods which he'd "let" me clean up after him. I ended up drawing and reading the rest of the day until the moon rose. I watched the sun set; it was so nice watching it change the colors of the sky so quickly.
My master had called me into his quarters early the next morning before the big party. He was overly excited and had been in a good mood all day it seemed. It was nice when he had a childish grin on his face instead of the wicked one.
He grabbed my hand pulling me towards the couch and sitting me down, telling me to close my eyes. I of coarse did as I was told. Soon he returned, chuckling as he told me to open my eyes and presenting the beautiful Tan, Indigo Jewel encrusted gown. I blushed slightly, surprised about the sight. I pushed a stray strand of black hair behind my ears and horns, smiling up at him. "F-for me?" He nodded, smiling wider.
"I wouldn't want my slave to look shabby for my celebration would I?"
"No Sir." He laid out the dress on his bed, turning to look at me.
"Are you excited little fucker?"
"Oh, yes sir, I'm very looking forward to this party!"
All the servants were working frantically to get the room set up for the party. We were sweeping the gold tiled floors then mopped them at furious speeds. Moving in to set up large circular tables and decorate them in Indigo, Light Purples, and Violet covers. We went to the gardens picking colorful flowers to put in the tall centerpieces. After that, we began setting up colorful lights along the ceiling, and paper lanterns in-between the strings of lights. Soon the day was ending and all of us were worn out and still overly excited about the party. Xanthe insisted on doing my hair and makeup, which I was skeptical about at first. He was gentle when doing my hair, but I still shook as he twisted his large fingers through my long curls.
I wore a High-low Tan and copper tinted gown, with Indigo highlights and a black shall. I had beads dangling from my horns and hair. My long hair was tied in front with a small braid at the end of it. Xanthe had done my makeup, which looked actually truly nice. I had a bead belt around my waist and my dress flowed behind me. I was appreciative for being able to wear such an extravagant gown.
My dress dragged across the ground and I was quick to hold it up a inch from the ground with my fingertips. Xanthe followed behind me, He was in his large black suit and Purple Polka dot tie, his hair tied back so it was maintained in a low ponytail. He still wore his frightening clown makeup but I had become use to seeing him in it. He was only a foot behind me when I greeted Capris. I bowed at her, smiling wide. She hugged me, her bracelets jingling as she wrapped her arms tighter around me. "You look amazing Capris!" She pulled away from the hug and smiled in approval. "Aw, thanks, I was for¢ed into wearing all this shit by Xanthe." She glared at him over my shoulder, and I turned to look at him.
Her purple and green strapless bodycon dress made her look sweeps older. Her smeared crazy clown makeup was removed and she wore bright brilliant greens, reds, and purple designs around her eyes instead. She wore high-heeled black boots, with indigo straps and ties. She had Mauve lipstick on and much silver jewelry, encrusted with purple jewels. Her hair was maintained in a side ponytail, and her horn stubs were decorated in multicolored beads.
She was standing with Renzen, her own brown-blooded servant. He looked quite spiffy himself, wearing a black tuxedo with his long hair slicked back, and a slight brown blush on his face. He had red feelings for Capris but would never tell her. He was just her servant, and Capris was a little dense and never would notice he liked her. She never even wanted a servant, but Xanthe insisted she find one. We talked on occasion and he was very kind with big hopes and dreams of being free one day. However, we both knew that we would never be free. He waved at me from across the room as I walked in, my black heels tapping across the tiled floor. Xanthe wandered away from me to find some alcohol to drink and to greet his High blood guests.
The party was extravagant, loud music blasted from the speakers around us, ranging from all types of music. Capris and I shared a few dances, but she would have to go greet guests every now and then so I would go try to talk to some of the High blood attendee's slaves. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see the young 8 ½
Sweep old sea dweller Accios. I smiled at him, and he returned the favor. He had watched me when Xanthe had left for a week on business. He was one of the kindest Sea dwellers I had met. He wore a dark violet suit, with black shoes and bowtie; He looked really nice as well. Not like he ever didn't look nice. "May I have this Ðance, Remisa?"
He held out his hand for me, and I took it hesitantly, "Of coarse Accios!"
He pulled me out into the dance floor, and many High bloods gave me nasty looks, but I ignored it the best I could. He wrapped his arm around my waist and began to move his feet and I followed along. I wasn't the best dancer by any means, and I stepped onto his feet every now and then. Nevertheless, he would just laugh it off, and pull me closer to him. My face flushed copper brown, and I am pretty sure he noticed. We spun faster around the room, his grip tightening uncomfortably, his fingers twisting around my hand.
"How has Xanthe been treating you lately?"
"Not to terrible I guess, I've only received a few beatings in the last half sweep…"
"How Ðisgusting! Why not become my slave Remisa?"
"W-what?"
"I'd treat you a lot better then Xanthe ever would."
"I don't think it'll happen Accios, Xanthe doesn't like giving away his property."
"I believe I could persuade him!"
"I would love to work under you, you're kind hearted and all your slaves have told me great things about you. But I don't think he'll let me, I'm sorry…and also I partially owe him for taking me in and the kind things he has done for me!"
"Oh, Well I really would want you to be my slave," He dug his nails into my back and I winced in pain, "And I get what I fucking want, do you understand!"
"Uh, Accios...you're…"
"I'm what! Hurting you, well it's just a smidgen of the pain in contrast to what you go through with Xanthe isn't it!"
"Please stop…" He grabbed my wrist hard with his other hand, pulling me down slightly, his hand that hand been on my back moving up to the back of my neck. My wrists still hurt from the other night and his grip caused tears to well up in my eyes. He forced me to stare into his eyes, and I felt my whole body run cold. Suddenly I felt a grip on my shoulder pulling me backwards. I turned to see Xanthe standing behind me, growling at Accios, "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING?"
"I was simply sharing a dance and conversation with your slave, nothing more Xanthe. No need to flip your shit!"
"You're still such a little sea dwelling PRICK accios!"
"Your point being?" Accios snickered, crossing his arms, his gaze wandering back onto me; I looked down at my feet, Xanthe's arm snaking around my shoulder, holding me close. "did he hurt you?" Xanthe asked, turning his gaze to me as well. I gulped, "N-no sir." I lied, fake smiling up at him. He nodded, growling at Accios once again, "YOU TOUCH MY SLAVE, OR ANY OF MY PROPERTY I WONT HESITATE TO RIP OUT YOUR SPINE AND HANG YOU AS A DECORATION FROM MY CEILING WITH IT!" Xanthe yells, the crowds of trolls staring at us now. I blushed from embarrassment, looking at the ground once again. Accios scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I'd love to see you try Mr. High blood!" He laughs louder, stepping forward. He receives a louder warning growl from Xanthe as he reaches out grabbing my hand and kneeling. He kisses it softly, looking up into my eyes again. "Goodbye Ms. Bulton!" He takes his leave, many mid-blood and High blood trolls flocking over to talk to him.
