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As part of a benefit for my subscriber's once a month I do a subscriber's raffle where I choose one of the character's that people write in a special post and I make some art for them, if I feel inspired I write a small story to accompany the image. In this instance the one that I selected was AthrunNailo and he wanted to see his Original character Kura Greyshield wearing an orange prison jumpsuit.

You can read a bit more of Kura's background here: Kura Greyshield - Character Profile

After reading her background I decided to write a small side story with the permission of the original creator of the character and I liked how it turned out.

The story is based on the moment that Kura, a slave, got her ownership transferred from her previous master to a new one.

Anyways hope you enjoy the short side story and let me know down int eh comments what you thin about it.

Best Regards;

Zernasss

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Kura's POV:

Some humans would say that elves were blessed because they could live five times as long than them and had a natural beauty that even the most simple of them could put many princesses to shame. To Kura these two things seemed more like a curse rather than a blessing.

Kura was a slave, a title that sounded simple, but held a weight on its bearer that was capable of crushing their souls if they were not strong enough to withstand its weight. She still remembered a wooden cabin, a crackling hearth, a forest, and the wind. The memories were fading away faster than she was willing to let them go, since it had been many a night that they had kept her alive in the slave pits as a young child who was taken away from home.

But now after a decade of servitude under the bastard who had been partially responsible for destroying her home she was starting to forget those memories that had given her courage for so many years. Kura was even starting to forget the face of her parents, after all, she had been a slave for longer than she had been a child. When you lose your freedom in the way that she did, childhood is something you need to quickly outgrow or you risk never growing out of it.

Kura was currently twenty-two, according to the empire's calendar, she was young enough that at some point she could eventually regain her freedom, but that was a long way off thanks to the "blessing" that was the slow aging of the elven race. At the moment she was in a damp cell in the underground slave quarters of the Herdulum Royal Magic University awaiting the person that would become her new master.

Kura found it ironic, that her nightmare of a life had changed so suddenly due to a game of chance. It just proved how little agency she had over her own life that someone could just decide to bet her "ownership" in a game as if it was nothing. This angered Kura, but that was an emotion that she had learned to keep well hidden behind a mask of indifference, a proper slave would never show any emotion in front of their master or so she had been instructed for so many years.

Kura tugged at the silver collar that defined her status a a slave in the empire, it had been many years since the coldness of its metal had felt so uncomfortable around her neck, it was sometimes even easy to forget that it was there when she was busy doing everyday tasks. But today its weight felt heavier than it had been in along time, the sensation of being traded like an object was not something that she was pleased in remembering.

Her life had been hard since she had been enslaved, but in the last few years after her magical affinity was discovered, it had become a true nightmare. The eyes of her master had a hidden anger that followed her every time that she entered a room, watching with a smoldering gaze in her direction. She was trained as a servant but underwent the magic proficiency evaluation like everyone needs to do upon reaching adulthood as it is the law in the empire. Kura came out with a magical affinity of 10 which was an incredibly high number that could cause many nobles to look at her with envy, but due to her status, she could not train in her so called talents according tot he the law.

But her master did not think the same. Ever since then, she had gone from being just another face in the background to being assigned the worst tasks that a slave could have, so when she was assigned as the price in a game of cards, she was kind of relieved about the possibility of leaving that gaze which promised future suffering behind.

Why someone from the royal family wanted her was beyond her understanding, but she just assumed that it was a way to keep her mas... I guess former master, in check, some political game that was beyond her understanding. Either way, since the other party was from the royal family they needed to make sure that she was safe to become her property so she was taken to the slave quarters of the university to be instructed in the ways of serving someone that was from the royal family.

Her previous clothes were taken away, not like they were much of anything, and a thorough search was performed on her body. As a slave that was an almost everyday thing for her, but this time they had been more thorough, apparently they did not want any magical artifact or possibly some poison sent through her as a plot against her new master. Either way, she was given an orange coverall that covered her whole body and instructed that she needed to wear it at all times while in the slave quarters. Apparently, they knew she was from a tribal elf family and there were some prejudices against her lineage.

Hmph as if I would just stay naked in the middle of a dungeon, idiots. Yes, it would be my preference to be naked in the privacy of my quarters or with my close family, but not out in public.

Kura thought as she put on the orange one-piece garment that felt rough on the skin but provided more warmth that her previous clothes had done. Then she was guided to sit in a cell to await further instructions.

But that had been days ago, at least she assumed by the amount of meals that they had brought her since there was no way for her to tell the passage of time in the underground quarters she was at. Then finally she heard the creaking noise of a door opening at the end of the hallway and followed by the clicking sound of high heels against the stone ground. Then in front of her cell was now a being that she had seen only once before, during the game that had decided who her master would be.

Kendra Greyshield, Princess of Yeowland.

As it was pertinent when meeting royalty Kura looked down and kneeled on the floor.

"This slave meets her new master," Kura said while looking down to the floor.

"Raise, you are now my property, and even though we are not equal according to the law, I would like you to relax in front of me while there is no one around like now. I have a feeling that there is still a spark inside of you and would like to hear more from you in a place where there is no possibility of meddling ears. While in public you will address me as mistress, but while there is no one else around you can call me Kendra"

Kura raised her head and was looking now at the deep green eyes who were staring at her they were a deep emerald color which she had only seen in some of her previous master's jewlery, Kura kept the stoic facade that had become second nature to her. However, she was having some difficulty in front of the disarming smile that her new master was giving her.

"Now follow me we need to get you out of those ugly rags that you are wearing and find something that is more suitable, but I do think that Orange goes slightly well with that red hair" she said in an offhanded manner as she turned around and started to walk down the hallway in front of her.

Kura was slightly startled by the easy-going way in which her new master spoke to her, but either way she followed, hoping in a small part of her heart that her new master would be slightly better than her previous.

Extra picture for subs:

Kura Extra 1

Description
As part of a benefit for my subscriber's once a month I do a subscriber's raffle where I choose one of the character's that people write in a special post and I make some art for them, if I feel inspired I write a small story to accompany the image. In this instance the one that I selected was AthrunNailo and he wanted to see his Original character Kura Greyshield wearing an orange prison jumpsuit.

You can read a bit more of Kura's background here: Kura Greyshield - Character Profile

After reading her background I decided to write a small side story with the permission of the original creator of the character and I liked how it turned out.

The story is based on the moment that Kura, a slave, got her ownership transferred from her previous master to a new one.

Anyways hope you enjoy the short side story and let me know down int eh comments what you thin about it.

Best Regards;

Zernasss

____________________________________________

Kura's POV:

Some humans would say that elves were blessed because they could live five times as long than them and had a natural beauty that even the most simple of them could put many princesses to shame. To Kura these two things seemed more like a curse rather than a blessing.

Kura was a slave, a title that sounded simple, but held a weight on its bearer that was capable of crushing their souls if they were not strong enough to withstand its weight. She still remembered a wooden cabin, a crackling hearth, a forest, and the wind. The memories were fading away faster than she was willing to let them go, since it had been many a night that they had kept her alive in the slave pits as a young child who was taken away from home.

But now after a decade of servitude under the bastard who had been partially responsible for destroying her home she was starting to forget those memories that had given her courage for so many years. Kura was even starting to forget the face of her parents, after all, she had been a slave for longer than she had been a child. When you lose your freedom in the way that she did, childhood is something you need to quickly outgrow or you risk never growing out of it.

Kura was currently twenty-two, according to the empire's calendar, she was young enough that at some point she could eventually regain her freedom, but that was a long way off thanks to the "blessing" that was the slow aging of the elven race. At the moment she was in a damp cell in the underground slave quarters of the Herdulum Royal Magic University awaiting the person that would become her new master.

Kura found it ironic, that her nightmare of a life had changed so suddenly due to a game of chance. It just proved how little agency she had over her own life that someone could just decide to bet her "ownership" in a game as if it was nothing. This angered Kura, but that was an emotion that she had learned to keep well hidden behind a mask of indifference, a proper slave would never show any emotion in front of their master or so she had been instructed for so many years.

Kura tugged at the silver collar that defined her status a a slave in the empire, it had been many years since the coldness of its metal had felt so uncomfortable around her neck, it was sometimes even easy to forget that it was there when she was busy doing everyday tasks. But today its weight felt heavier than it had been in along time, the sensation of being traded like an object was not something that she was pleased in remembering.

Her life had been hard since she had been enslaved, but in the last few years after her magical affinity was discovered, it had become a true nightmare. The eyes of her master had a hidden anger that followed her every time that she entered a room, watching with a smoldering gaze in her direction. She was trained as a servant but underwent the magic proficiency evaluation like everyone needs to do upon reaching adulthood as it is the law in the empire. Kura came out with a magical affinity of 10 which was an incredibly high number that could cause many nobles to look at her with envy, but due to her status, she could not train in her so called talents according tot he the law.

But her master did not think the same. Ever since then, she had gone from being just another face in the background to being assigned the worst tasks that a slave could have, so when she was assigned as the price in a game of cards, she was kind of relieved about the possibility of leaving that gaze which promised future suffering behind.

Why someone from the royal family wanted her was beyond her understanding, but she just assumed that it was a way to keep her mas... I guess former master, in check, some political game that was beyond her understanding. Either way, since the other party was from the royal family they needed to make sure that she was safe to become her property so she was taken to the slave quarters of the university to be instructed in the ways of serving someone that was from the royal family.

Her previous clothes were taken away, not like they were much of anything, and a thorough search was performed on her body. As a slave that was an almost everyday thing for her, but this time they had been more thorough, apparently they did not want any magical artifact or possibly some poison sent through her as a plot against her new master. Either way, she was given an orange coverall that covered her whole body and instructed that she needed to wear it at all times while in the slave quarters. Apparently, they knew she was from a tribal elf family and there were some prejudices against her lineage.

Hmph as if I would just stay naked in the middle of a dungeon, idiots. Yes, it would be my preference to be naked in the privacy of my quarters or with my close family, but not out in public.

Kura thought as she put on the orange one-piece garment that felt rough on the skin but provided more warmth that her previous clothes had done. Then she was guided to sit in a cell to await further instructions.

But that had been days ago, at least she assumed by the amount of meals that they had brought her since there was no way for her to tell the passage of time in the underground quarters she was at. Then finally she heard the creaking noise of a door opening at the end of the hallway and followed by the clicking sound of high heels against the stone ground. Then in front of her cell was now a being that she had seen only once before, during the game that had decided who her master would be.

Kendra Greyshield, Princess of Yeowland.

As it was pertinent when meeting royalty Kura looked down and kneeled on the floor.

"This slave meets her new master," Kura said while looking down to the floor.

"Raise, you are now my property, and even though we are not equal according to the law, I would like you to relax in front of me while there is no one around like now. I have a feeling that there is still a spark inside of you and would like to hear more from you in a place where there is no possibility of meddling ears. While in public you will address me as mistress, but while there is no one else around you can call me Kendra"

Kura raised her head and was looking now at the deep green eyes who were staring at her they were a deep emerald color which she had only seen in some of her previous master's jewlery, Kura kept the stoic facade that had become second nature to her. However, she was having some difficulty in front of the disarming smile that her new master was giving her.

"Now follow me we need to get you out of those ugly rags that you are wearing and find something that is more suitable, but I do think that Orange goes slightly well with that red hair" she said in an offhanded manner as she turned around and started to walk down the hallway in front of her.

Kura was slightly startled by the easy-going way in which her new master spoke to her, but either way she followed, hoping in a small part of her heart that her new master would be slightly better than her previous.

Extra picture for subs:

Kura Extra 1