**This is an interactive story…like the dungeon. Anyone (Dom, Sub, Switch ---doesn't matter) that wants to participate, please feel free to make your own characters and join on in!**

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Alura shivered in the cold night air. She crouched in the cage, wrapping her long blonde hair about her and huddled deeper in the blanket. Using her hair to cover herself in an attempt at modesty was long forgotten now. All she wanted was to stay warm.

It was hard to see --- not many stars were shining tonight and the campfires had long burned out. Their captors were sleeping now, though there were two on guard, their glares as fierce as any dragon's. They walked back and forth, occasionally stamping their feet in the chill in an attempt to bring back the circulation.

Occassionally, Alura would hear pleading from one of the other cages, though she couldn't see any faces. All of the forms were shadows, hunched like her, and shivering with reaction – as well as cold. The guards simply stopped and stared at whoever was making the noise and it would stop as abruptly as it had began.

Soft whimpers and quiet sobbing filled the night; the rustling of bodies beneath flimsy blankets the only sounds that the guards would allow.

Alura tried to remember how it had all happened, but much of it was a blur. She remembered being in her village, arguing with her mother about something; then abruptly, the sounds of screams filled their ears. Words were forgotten as they raced for the door.

The sight that met their eyes caused Alura's mother to faint dead away. Alura simply retched, unable to bear the sight of her father rent in two. His hand was outstretched, as though he had been running to warn them…to save them somehow. And instead, he had been cut down; slaughtered like some wild animal.

Fury welled up inside of her. She went back into the house and grabbed the machete; then she raced outside into the frenzied chaos of bodies gyrating in the dance of war. She rushed forward, swinging the machete; cleaving the heads from hapless bodies as she swang.

Then suddenly, everything went black.

When she woke up in the cage, she was covered with blood and still in shock. And when hands opened the door and pulled her roughly to her feet, she fought them, screaming in fury and rage, as they dragged her to the river and threw her in.

Seeing her chance for escape, Alura started swimming against the current, her arms and legs made strong by years of hunting and fighting. But the men merely laughed and dove in after her, their battle hardened bodies making short work of capturing her once again.

She fought them, kicking and howling, as they dragged her back to the cage. They laughed, throwing her back in roughly, not caring that her head struck one of the poles as she landed. She lay there, dazed; only half-conscious --- her body streaked with traces of dirt.

Three days passed. Each morning the men would lift the cages on giant poles with wheels and hitch horse to them and they would travel father eastward, towards the D'amlces mountains; father away from any hope of rescue.
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Sunlight hit Alura's eyes, waking her. She sat up, stretching, her dirt streaked arms splayed wide, her mouth open in a large yawn.

She opened her eyes and closed her mouth abruptly.

Slavers!

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