�Entrance� -- Gates of Arabia

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Date Posted: 20:46:09 07/26/01 Thu
Author: Salia Bint Rushanak
Merchant
Subject: �Entrance�

-=-A cloud of dust rises on the horizon, soon taking the form of a merchant's train. The merchant at the lead halts the slaves who bear a litter behind him on his snorting black steed with a shout and a lash of the whip for slowness. He gives his name to the guard, and also that of the young woman whom can be seen writhing and pulling at her bounds, trying to scream through her gag. Wide, violet, eyes flash with defiance and hate for the swarthy man whom, abviously, is her captor and enslaver. She has the face and posture of a high-born, gently raised woman, most likely the duaghter of a sheikh. But the defiance instead of meek surrender of a woman seem odd, for she must have a wild streak. The fat merchant laughs and points at the beauty, giving her name and staistics, too.-=-

Name: Salia Bint Rushanak
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Mostly Arabic/Some French
Personality: Can be very gentle and kind, but has a wild, defiant streak odd and rare for a woman raised to be meek before men. She has a nasty temper when provoced, and has always refused to bow to any, even her sire.
History: Salia was raised in norhtern Arabia, near the border. Her mother's sire took a French prisoner as one of his wives, and therfore she has a bit of the French blood in her, acounting for her odd, violet eyes. She was born the second and last child of her father, the only girl. He of course, planned to be rid of her quickly enough for a powerful alliance, and was pleased with her beauty as she came of age. The only thing that ever seemed to worry him was her quick temper and not so meek ways. One day, invaders from another tribe came and ravaged the land, cutting down her father and brother, murdering her mother. The merchant took her captive, deciding she would make a fine slave and plaything for some distant Prince or Sheikh. She was left be becuase of the threat of the merchant's wrath, and only that. Now, a month later, they have finally arrived in Aswan, where he plans to sell her...
Picture:

-=-With that the merchant gives a jerk to the lead slave's iron collar, leading them foreward with the litter containing the tossing young woman.-=-

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