tessa{GBR-1}
An Earthen born beauty, life was often hard for her growing up half wild and with liberty to do as she pleased due to the lack of stability and a father at home it was pretty common for her at the age of sixteen to be out late..
.. walking home with a girlfriend from the movies one night found her friend being grabbed, before she could react she felt a firm swift set of hands snatch her from the park she and her friend had chosen as their route home. Darkness come upon her like lead and when she awoke groggily, dazed and bruised, found herself tied to a rung in the back of a lone cart. No one in sight, the beast which pulled it was gone also, the cart itself had been ransacked and she left for dead.She knew then that life as she`d known it would never again be the same.
After a fit of tears and fears she`d knawed and chewed at the binding rope till she was able to wrench a slim wrist free, she quickly squirmed out of the ropes, off the cart and run, fearing for her life into a thicket of thorny brush and stayed there as night fell. Alone and scared she spotted a settlement which as she grew nearer turned out to be a great Camp. Snarls and hisses from behind spurned her feet forward where she run right into the awaiting arms of a tall burly man who snatched her up kicking and screaming, to be snapped at by the beasts.
She was then taken into the Camp and thrown to the ground before a raised platform, she struggled to her feet, stubborness rearing it`s head, only to be shoved back to the ground, the Ubar, Brent Startide ko-lared the scared girl giving her a Camp collar and there she would stay learning the gorean language, how to be a slave and what it meant. For along stretch of time she had lived in Tuchuk,one of the four Camps of the Wagon P/peoples, till one fine day a FM Poet come venturing in taking up residence.
She was eventually purchased from the Ubar, to the Poet Gaboar, who would become her Master. Her true Master. Together, her Master and she struck off on a journey. She followed Him everywhere, finding T/themselves for a time in the Voltai regions mining and trading. They spent most of T/their nights under the tri mooned sky, making many F/friends along the way. Traveling T/their way South back to the plains of the Wagon Peoples, which B/both loved and longed for..
*here she fast forwards her treasure trove of memory to the recent past*
Life on the go can be trying times, much has this one seen, when Master and tessa made the Turian gates, she knew it wouldn`t be much further. She found the plains much more appealing than anywhere else she`d ever been, the wide open spaces, the rolling hills, the wagon paths, wildflowers, all of it, brought her a sense of well being, an extra spring in her step. She was happy, happy to be back on the vast plains with He who owned her. In their time together she`d been taught a great many lessons though the one that stood out against all the rest. Without knowing it (or perhaps He did) He had taught her the overwhelming joy of being truly free in her submission as His slave.
Day after day they`d treked southward and after coming across one of the many groups of Outriders did she find out they had wandered into the Tuchuk territory, after some conversation between a girls Master and the FM they were escorted into Camp. Upon arrival in the Camp proper it is there that Their life would change, she was introduced to the Ubar Azreal and T/those among Camp, and were welcomed as G/guests. Master decided it was time to settle and so Master and she become full M/members of the Tuchuk, at first it was a difficult transistion to adjust back into "normal life" for she`d been so used to tending only to her Master that she`d begun to long for what was normal for her, "being on the go".
She`d experienced a nasty lil thing called jealousy, which for a slave is and should be (and rightly so) unheard of. She`d felt as though she`d fallen out of favor with her Master, the more miserable she felt the more she`d ignored her belly..the fire felt as if it were dwindling away, till one afternoon she sought permission to speak freely to her Master telling Him of her feelings and fears. He`d listened to her, spoke to her and called her to Him where, instead of the hug she was hoping for to relieve her, He`d bent her over His knee, giving her a healthy round of stinging swats to her rask. She`d gotten what she deserved and to this day thanks Him for it. It was just what she needed, the absolute shock of it set her straight.
It was around that time that the Ubar decided to step down, take what was His and go.Before leaving He named her Master as Ubar, this brought about a shock through Camp but when all was said and done, tessa`s Master took His seat upon the Dias as Ubar and to this day, it remains so. tessa can look back through the past to the present and be humbly grateful for the life she was allowed to live..she if given a choice, wouldn`t have changed it, for all she`s been through, has made her what she is today.A proud Tuchuk kajira with a belly full of life, love, honor, and respect.
tessa Thanks You Master for everything You have shown her, given her, taught her and made her realize, the good, the bad, and most of all, for You being You, You are a truly wonderful and wise Man, Master and Ubar, You have given her all of these things and more..tessa loves You.
