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[Azin Rosewind]

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It had been so long since D'kal had stumbled out of the Rosewind manor in a stupor from testing and experimenting azin had done on her.
At first, Azin was frantic searching when she could for the elven slave,until after a few weeks she learned that D'kal had taken haven with the elves.

Even with azins efforts to try to get her returned,she honestly thought it was amuseing to see what the girls new found abilitys would do and to whom it would affect. Azin learned more, It was a warped power..in one sense D'kal could strangthen life...but in another she could now wither it and she had no earthly clue on how to control it.

Azin used her own methods to scry and watch the girl, but it was not until isilmea told her she would take D'kal to the tree of life to be 'cured' did it truely get entertaining.

D'kal, in azins view, had manged to do something right without being told..She had hurt it and cuased an imbalance.
After a few more days Azin realized the slaves power was under a small margin of its wielders controls, The game became stale.

It had been hours since D'kal had stumbled through the door of the manor, looking pained runes upon her leather coller glowing slightly
And it had been hours since the lesson started.
D'kal hung teathered to wall in her misstress be chamber, her back was bloody, welted and raw, in fact most of her form was bloody...As was the horned leather scourge with metal studs she held within a clawed hand.

Azin had droped her tool and was now right next to the elfs ear, her clawed fingers digging down her arm,
"Now pet...What did we learn?"
D'kal tried to choke the dryness out of her throat as she spoke, "Never run away...from home....N-Not to try tofight...comeing home...a-and..A-"
she gulped not being able to get the words out from her bloodend lips,
Azin just smiled gently purring in her ear as she used her other hand to dig into an open sore on her back, "And, What?"

"Never go near the Elves again!" D'kal spoke quickly at the same time she cried out only causeing her misstress to smile more.

"now...What do we say?"
"Forgive me misstress..." was the weak reply Azin smiled as she unstraped the girl letting her fall to the ground.
"Forgiven...now," Azins eyes fell to the blood pooled on the floor, "Be a dear and clean up your mess."

D'kal made no sound and did what she was told while Azin sat down at her writeing desk with an old book.

it was merely another night in caina....