Ilara

ROUGH

The small and timid wife of Ischemic, she is not often far from her. Nicknamed the "Little Shadow" by her wife.

Growing up she lived in terror of her father, whose brutality knew no end. She was forced to watch him run his slave trade and developed a deep compassion that her parents frowned upon. As she grew closer and closer to adulthood she longed to leave, but had no means to. She was frail and small, not educated in any survival methods like hunting, gathering, or combat, and any magical aptitude she may have had was tormented away. Her father beat her, especially when she showed any sympathy towards the Beastclans he trafficed, and her mother constantly reminded her of her failures and inability to survive on her own.

Her freedom came from a mercenary, a masked stranger who had previously dealt in her father's business. Ilara had been silently following her father as he proudly showed off cages of enslaved beastclan races when the stranger inquired about her. She painfully remembered the way her father's eyes lit up at the idea of getting rid of her, it was a happiness she only ever saw when there was an offer on the table.

"If you're interested in purchasing her I'm sure something can be arranged," His teeth had shown through a tight-lipped and cunning smile, "Though she's not much to look at, and her frame is quite small. Childbearing could prove to be difficult, you know."

An offer was made and her father accepted, happy to pass her off. She was terrified, she'd heard the stories of other women who'd been forcibly bedded by mercenaries, and seen the brutal ways the beastclan women had been treated. As she carried her meager possessions in silence next to her new "owner" she held back tears.

The masked stranger gently took the bag out of her hands, not that Ilara would have been able to stop them.

"I will carry it for you," They tied her bag to their own, "You should be able to get into it from there."

Ilara regarded her carefully, unsure if there was any malice behind the act. "Who are you?" Her soft voice shocked the stranger, who didn't expect her to respond at all.

They removed the mask, revealing themselves as a women with fiery eyes and many scars.

"My name is Ischemic." She studied the frail women, who seemed surprised that she was a women.

"Why did you take me?" The question was quiet, defeated. Ischemic reached a hand out towards her face, hesitating and stopping as the smaller women flinched.

"I could not stand to see such a beautiful and tormented women forced to stay in such a repulsive place."

"What do you want from me?" Ilara was curious, a feeling she had not been allowed to explore in her childhood. Ischemic had such kind eyes, something she had not seen much of.

"I will take you somewhere safe, and you will be free to go and live as you please," Ilara physically reacted, completely in shock that this kind stranger would pay for her and set her free, "Or, instead you can stay with me as my wife, and I will provide for you, keep you safe from danger, and treat you to whatever riches we can afford. You would be my most prized possession, though we would both be equals, and I would respect your free will and consult you in decisions. You do not have to respond now, you can take the time you need, it will be a few days before we reach a suitable town."




-"I don't find her repulsive, I owe everything to her."
- Ischemic also bought several groups of beastclan races when she purchased Ilara and set them free as well.