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There was an occasional coin thrown at them from some of the soldiers that were not slaves. They were pleased enough with the show, and the the possibly of him teaching Aliana, both to be a Vanorian, and maybe be a little more eager to please some of them as well later. He ignored the coins for now, their meaning. He would give them the show they wanted, but not for their sake. "Let yourself go, as much as you want. Privacy is something we do not get much of. You will get used to it eventually. Find happiness where you can." He could help ease her into being a little more comfortable with this. He would try to ease her into time with others after he was done as well, she did not really have a choice there. All he could do was delay it, give her something more pleasant to distract her temporarily. After he kept going for a little while, there was the occasional comment from the crowd. "Looks like she found herself a man," "She was always meant to be a slave girl." "I'll have some fun with her on our next mission." He tried to distract her from it all. In time, she might embrace those thoughts, embrace her new place and identity. He was inching her closer to that. It would still probably be a while. Unless he saw hints she was beginning to willingly take that path, he would help her ignore it, while she was still uncomfortable. There was some reason to speed it up a little, but his goal was to make the process more comfortable for her, whether that made it faster or slower.

The noise drifted out. It did not take long for others too notice. The initial crowd was fellow soldiers, some slaves, some not. But a groups that knew the man well and knew Aliana was the recently enslaved enemy. For now, they did not say anything. They found it more appealing to watch. Of course they were all aware, the general had given them all permission to play with her as well. But they decided it was better to let it play off, let him teach the girl to start embracing being a Vanorian. He did not care. He kept going. The longer he went the longer it would be before anyone else considered trying to have a turn. He was used to this, Aliana might as well too. Her master would make sure they had an audience at times. It was best to ease her into this sort of thing. "Just...relax...ignore them. Focus on me." He tried to keep her comfortable, though if she liked the audience, there was nothing wrong with that either.

Aliana may have fell for him unusually quickly, but it was not that surprising, with what she went through and desperation to find a little happiness in her new life. It was possible her master would find some way to twist it into his advantage, but that was not why he was doing this, he was genuine in his intentions, not lying to her in word or action. He reached down,slid her legs to the side and positioned himself. Making sure she knew what he intended to do, but she probably wanted at least as much as him now. When he started talking to her, he had just been looking for a little fun. But now he looked down at her, appreciated her beauty. Their lives depended on each other. They would be fighting together regularly know, when Aliana was not busy protecting her master. He adjusted himself and plunged in. It was not his first time, but it was a little different, the first time he was doing it for more than fun or because he ordered to. He went at it eagerly. No longer caring about keeping it quiet, it was up to Aliana, if she wanted to try to keep it quiet, or if she wanted others in the camp to see.

It would take time of course, teaching her to become genuinely loyal to her conqueror. But he was committed to it, he would take this as far as it would go. Temporary or not, he wanted this experience. After she came he leaned down and kissed her deeply, passionately, but his movements had a warmth, affection, that her master’s did not. Encouraging her to follow her heart, what little freedom she still had, to let any feelings she had develop. To give into her desires, sexual and otherwise. He would support her as much as he could. He could not protect her from her fate, but he could comfort her, as he kissed her, he laid over her. Knowing she would get a second round soon. One that would please both of them.

He knew he would have to share Aliana, not just with her master, but with others he gave her too. Probably others in the camp too. He did not care, this was enough for him. Two slaves, forging a personal bond. He was reluctant to consider it lover. However Alaina felt, it was difficult to imagine she would care about any man other than her master after he finished breaking her. He had seen what the other slave girls were like, had little reason to think it was anything but inevitable for the sisters. But he would get what he could out of it. However her feelings might change, they would continue to fight together, and do this. He would help her however he could, adjusting to being a slave. To give her something to enjoy, whatever path she chose. If it looked like she wanted to give in, embrace her master, he would help her do it, encourage it. For now he would be her companion. Something like a friend, a fellow soldier, maybe more at least in the short term. ”That’s right. You might be a slave. You might be a Vanorian soldier. But don’t throw your life away. I will give you another reason to live, in addition to your sister. Just trust me.” She had many reasons to dislike her current life, but his belief was you could find pride in your life, whatever it was, and he would try to ease her into. To value her new life. They were similar enough. Temporary as it might be, the only chance to have a bond like this with a woman. He was not trying to manipulate. He wanted her to embrace at least some parts of her new life. To help make her loyal at least to Vanoria, if not her master. To see her knew rulers deserved her loyalty as much or more than the old.

Amy looked over the row. It was hard to tell if they were all as enthusiastic as Skye, but they were not bothered at least. They were all used to eating like this, eating this sort of thing. It was not too surprising though. If any were uncomfortable with this, they did not really belong here. The staff took notes, evaluating each, but making no commentary on which were better than others. They simply waited until all were done eating. The next step was a little more unconventional. A series of strangers walked in, one stood in front of each dog. Strangers, but who were trusted to hide the groups secret. A test none had really bee trained for. This time, the man who spoke before, spoke to the dogs. "Treat the person in front to as a guest in your owners home, show us how you would greet a stranger. Owners, feel free to discipline your dog, if they don't behave in a way you approve." In front of Skye was a woman, probably a few years older than Amy. She looked down at her with a smile. "What a cute dog, are you a good girl?" Amy watched, not expecting Skye to misbehave, but wondering how she would treat a guest. Something would be very reluctant to have over now, other than maybe one of the other owners. It was probably good practice, and a chance for Skye to improvise at being a dog.

OOC: Another flashback of a very old character of mine. This time one who is getting actively played, a few of you might already be familiar with the character, one of you might already be playing with the character. This is giving me inspiration I have not felt for a few challenges. The first without a sex scene, will see if that helps or hurts the votes later. Ranna Rangorn was an ordinary young boy, who lived in an ordinary small town. A simple life, a boring life. Living with his older sister, Reiko, and often absent parents. It was a summer, he was at home, without much to do. Friends were all busy, his sister was out with her friends. He just laid there on his bed, trying to come up with something. His thoughts eventually turned to the local legend. An old house on the edge of town, stories said it was haunted. He was not one to believe in ghost stories however. He leapt from bed and decided to make the trip down to the house. A fairly long walk, but not the sort of thing to bother him. The house was not that impressive, or intimidating at first glance. Just an old abandoned house. Run down, starting to collapse. It was just one floor, though he guessed there was also a basement. He walked up to the door, saw it was broken. He was not the first to sneak inside. He doubted there was much left inside, but he was curious to take a look. He pushed it open and stepped inside. There was enough light from the windows to have a good view. There was actually a little more than he expected. Furniture was all still there, appliances. Looking around the floor there were a few dusty toys around, one of the recliners still had its foot rest up and a book on the table next to it. It was a little strange. Ranna could not tell if the previous occupants simply left the house suddenly, or if others set it up to look like that. He moved through the house. More hints of the later. There were pictures of the old family on the walls. He gagged, when he made the mistake of opening the refrigerator. The sight and smell of the rotting food. What he at least assumed was rotting food, though it was hard to recognize any of it, its current state. Eventually he found the door that led to the basement. He looked down the stairs, into the darkness. There was no light, other than what came through the doorway. He cautiously walked down the stairs. There was light enough for that. He had no idea what he would find down there. He was not expecting a ghost, but he could not rule out some disturbing bugs or animals being down there. When he reached the bottom, he walked slowly. Careful about where he reached, what he touched. He wanted to avoid anything living, there was also the possibly of cutting himself on some random loose nail or other sharp object or otherwise hurt himself. There was a strange smell too, not pleasant, but he could not tell what it was. As he pushed back into the basement he heard it. A strange whispering voice. "...You are not welcome here, boy...go home!..." Ranna spun around, looking for the source, but did not see anything. "LEAVE!" The voice hissed louder, as he went deeper. He jerked to a stop as he saw something in the corner. A figure,,,human...he thought. As a young boy, Ranna was not easily scared, had an ego that occasionally got him in trouble. "This isn't your house! What are you, homeless? Whatever, leave me alone and I will do the same. I'm just here to look around." The figure laughed, in a strange voice, not quite like any laugh Ranna had previously heard. "You think I am human?!" Two dim red lights appeared in front of Ranna...eyes?...no, could not be. "I get it. You are pretending to be the ghost in the stories about this place. You have to do a little better than that." There was a hiss in response to Ranna's comment. Irritation, but maybe a little impressed about Ranna not backing down. "Oh no, not a ghost. Maybe there are ghosts here though...you would call me a demon." The room took a slight chill as the figure said that, though Ranna figured it was just his imagination. "Oh sure, demon. What, did you scare off the family that used to live here?" A bit of a strange laugh. "Oh no, I did not scare them off...but I did get rid of them. Maybe I will do the same to you..." There was a silent pause. Ranna held his ground though. He was not going to run. If anything, that seemed more dangerous. "...I have a better idea though...you don't believe me. I will give you a hint of my power." Ranna jerked back, he felt something plunge into his chest. It was not physical though...something much less natural. He grunted in pain and discomfort. It shifted things in his body, in ways he did not really understand. Not knowing what was happening or how far it would go, he staggered back to the stairs and forced his way outside. The discomfort lingered as Ranna staggered back towards his house. He did not yet feel it, how he had been changed. He staggered into the house. At this point Reiko was home, his sister was in the kitchen, making herself a snack. She looked at Ranna with some concern. "Where have you been? Are you alright?" She saw the discomfort on her brother's face...a face that looked subtly different. "...I'm fine...just spent some time at the old empty house..." He noticed his voice was off, though he figured it was just a side effect of the discomfort. "No ghosts. Just a strange man pretending to be a demon." Reiko only looked more concerned. "...I told you to stay away from that place. What if the man tried to hurt you? What if there was a dangerous animal?" Ranna shook off the concern. "I'm fine...I'm fine...just a little tired. I'll see you later." He walked away, intending to go to his bedroom. He made a stop in the bathroom along the way. A moment after the door closed, there was a scream and Reiko ran over, forcing the door open out of concern. "What's wrong?!" She called out. There was not an immediate reply. Ranna stood, back to Reiko, facing the toilet. Eventually, in spite of intense embarrassment, he turned around, his fly undone. Ranna pointed to her crotch, at the moment covered by underwear...but flat. "...It's...It's...gone..." He...she said, in that off voice. The pieces came together for Reiko, the face, her body in general, voice, it had all become more feminine. Ranna was still young enough not to have breasts yet, as a girl, keeping her from noticing that on the walk home. After stepping out the room and talking Ranna through doing her business as a girl, they came out and went to the living room. Ranna went over the whole story of what happened at the house. Reiko set a hand on Ranna's shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll help you through this. Help you talk through it with mom and dad. It's a big change, but don't be scared, we can get you used to it." She did not say it, but it was no secret Reiko always wanted a sister. Now she could hopefully encourage Ranna to get used to it. That was the beginning of Ranna's new life. Though eventually they discovered it was a little more complicated. Rather than simply being turned into a girl, Ranna switched between boy and girl whenever she sneezed. It was a little weird. Reiko insisted on buying new clothes for her. Going out and trying new things that were more stereotypically girly. Her friends took an adjustment as well, becoming a little more of a mix of boys and girls. Still young enough, that it was not complicated by thoughts of dating/love/sex. At first Ranna tried to focus on being a boy, but after a cold or two and other random sneezes, she decided to just stick to whatever body she was in at the moment. She still considered herself a boy, but she was becoming more comfortable with the girl's body. But she was still a little in denial about it, and annoyed at Reiko's attempts to make them sisters.

The two of them went at it at a similar pace and length as Skye had. By the time they were done, there was not much time left to rest. The staff had prepared the first stage of the competition. On of them briefly stopped next to Amy. "Your girl, gave us quite the show. She gets a few bonus points for doing that like a dog. The boy does too of course, so she isn't al;one in her lead." He then walked up on a small pedestal, to announce to the crowd. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. We are friends with a share interest. A form of pet society is not ready to accept. You could consider a friend challenge...to see which of your pets has most embraced the animal that they are. Though there is a surprise prize for the winner. I look forward to seeing which it is. "We will start with simple things. Little proofs they know they are no longer human, that they don't want to be. They will be judged on their obedience to you, willingness to do as instructed, and eagerness. We are looking to find out if any deep down, happily agree with what they have become. Let's start easy, they are probably hungry after all. Bring your dogs out for lunch." A row of bowls, food and water had been placed out. This should be something they were all comfortable with, but it was as much for the image as anything. A row of 'humans', naked, other than a collar, on their hands and knees, eating out of bowls. As the cage opened Amy called her pet. "Here, Skye." She stood in front of one of the bowls, the idea was to see if they would come, and how eagerly, when called, without a leash. To show Amy and the staff how well trained she was, that she was Amy's dog.

The other girl watched Skye, seeing the satisfaction in her face. She decided to make a move of her own. They were social animals after all, as both dogs and humans. She leaned down, licked Skye’s face a few times, then went to the boy, rolled over onto her back, sending him a message as both human and dog, as a girl to a boy in both cases. They were all too well trained, none of them would have sex as humans, but the position was meant to put that sort of thought in his head, as well as a sign of submission as a dog. She was making an offer to both of them, trying to forge a larger group, at least for now. An offer of friendship, maybe ‘sisterhood’ of a sort to Skye, and to mate with the boy. The boy was pleased with the reaction, but watched to see Skye’s. Would she be jealous, or pleased to share, with another girl who was like her?

The boy pressed his arms against Skye to stay up, feel his body over hers' not let her forget who gave her that reaction. He stayed there for a moment before getting off and pulling out. He looked at the others telling the boys, 'Look at that, she's mine now.' and the girls 'Did you like that? If you are lucky, maybe I'll give you the same later.' For the moment, he was content to sit near his prize. Let Skye have her moment to figure out exactly how much had changed, what she thought about him now. The others began to shift their attentions to each other. None of the boys were inclined to fight over Skye. A few of them might have had a chance, but it would not be an easy fight. They started interacting with each other in other ways. The one girl continued to study Skye though, to see how she would act around the boy for the rest of the day, when they were not performing in the competition.

Amy took a mental note, that he was at least worth considering. She did not want to mess up the pack back home, but she understood, and was not bothered. Skye was a young girl, it was natural she got something different out of it with a boy. This was nature, the two giving in to deepest instinct. It might not hurt to at least have him visit from time to time. She was looking forward to how Skye reacted to him after it was over. Not her ‘master’, not a lover, but she was likely to look at him in a new way, act differently around him. The others around them were getting into it. Especially the girl who had briefly interacted with Skye already. She was impressed by the effect the boy was having on her, seeing Skye give into her primal nature. Acting both as dogs, but perhaps giving into ancient human instincts as well, she wanted to experience it too. Maybe with him, maybe with one of the others. The boy had not been holding back, drawing it out. Feeling the influence has over her. That he had successfully claimed to a degree. He felt it build up and release inside of Skye. It came out stronger than it ever had for him. He paused as it did, the shaft still deep inside her, savoring the pleasure and the success.

Amy watched Skye’s reaction. The jealousy was a little cute, if unnecessary. She had given up the idea of getting involved with human men. Too dangerous, with what she was up to now. Granted, a boy like that would be safer, she would not be completely against the idea, but did not think it was that necessary. She was still thinking about arrangements to have Skye meet some these dogs again later, maybe short term, maybe longer. But it was going to be the ones Skye got along with best, if it happened, could be boy(s) and/or girls. She was still watching, wondering whether this one should be considered. Whether Skye gave into desire for a boy more like her. The boy tried to make Skye give in, in spite of her jealousy. To see if she felt any instinct to be drawn to someone like him. He did not know if he would succeed, but he had to try, to see if that side of Skye spread to anyone other than Amy. He was not after anything like human love, but hoped to fuel a lust in her for him. A lust only a man could fulfill. He was thinking about it simply, but he was trying to think about it like a dog, like an animal. He would not last that much longer. But without realizing it, he was somewhat imitating Amy’s strategy. Trying to win her over with power and aggression. Not to steal her from Amy, but to give her something different. She could lust after different things from each of them.

So far no one else imitated them, though there was some temptation to do so for some of them. They are all had their eyes glued to the two of them. Some of the girls wanted their chance with him. He had become more appealing than the other boys. Some of the boys realized this and knew they should act soon, but for now they were watching Skye. There was some question if they should try to do it with Skye, she was clearly willing, and see if they could do a better job. Others were evaluating the other girls, getting a sense of who would be most appealing, and most eager. There was a sense no one in the cage would be completely unwilling. But would they all be as into it as Skye. The boy was also looking at the other girls as he mated with Skye. He would have to wait a little but there was no reason he could not do several of them. Skye was just lucky she was the first. Amy's training had brought out a side in her he found very appealing. The owners were watching now too, a mix of approval and some arousal. He had seen the woman that brought Skye in. He only wished his owner was a woman like her, he regretted he could not do this with her. He stared Amy in the eye, getting an amused smile from her, as she figured what he was thinking. She wondered if Skye did? He went even harder as he looked at her, trying to tell both Skye and Amy what he was thinking, without words.

The girl next to them watched with some curiosity, wondering how different it would be. After Skye started making noise, the other watched too. The boy had been bold, took what he wanted quickly. Trying to tell the others he was the strongest there. That Skye was his, at least for today. It felt rather good as well. He would regret not having more opportunities for this. So he focused on leaving a lasting impression on Skye, make it so whatever mate she had back home would have to complete with memories of him. As she took what her body was meant to take. For now they all watched. Many were tempted to imitate, but they were curious to see, how much they enjoyed it, and the impact the boy would have on her. Boy and girl. Both dogs, but both with a degree of humanity as well. The boy would do this right. He was not going to take his time, he would be quick, but tried to it well. This time they were both partially doing it for pleasure.

It was something few if any of the dogs here had experience with. Mating with a human or dog like them. Most were taken before they had any experience, and only a few had opposite sex owners who might have given them that experience. The boy was eager to try. He guessed Skye’s experience was limited to other proper dogs too. That this would be a little different for her as well. They were of course going to do it ‘correctly’. They could not forget what they were. He got behind her, leaned over possessively. They might not see each other again after today, but this was still the way to do it. It was perhaps part of the show as well, to show their owner and the people running the show, how much they had changed. It did not take long for him to plunge it. It was a little different, both of them having human bodies, but it was the technique both were used to. Already he was moving at an aggressive pace.

Amy stood back and watched. She did not know if this would be one time meeting for all of them. She could consider talking to some of the other owners. If they were close enough maybe something could be arranged. Through it would be risky to try to have them meet too often…was if possible to buy one of them? She would consider that possibility, it would not be cheap though, nor was it certain the owners would be willing to sell. None of the others said anything. They were all dogs, why should they talk to each other? The point of this show was to test who was most dog like. They were technically all in completion with each other. Though the point right now was friendly socialization/play. None of them were treating each other with hostility. It was just to imitate their packs, but one of the girls sniffed Skye in return. Her face and shoulders. Everyone here had been properly trained, tamed, broken. The details varied, but they felt the same as Skye about what they were. There was no discomfort in any of them. The girl considered playing further with Skye, but she noticed one of the larger boys staring at Skye. He saw something in her. He walked over, he tested her interest. But he did it a little unconventionally, walking to the girl next to her. Making a point of sniffing her crotch. He was curious how Skye would react, would she show signs she wanted him to mate with her instead? The other girl was not bad either, he was tempted take her if Skye seemed uninterested.

“Do what your instinct tells you to.” Amy said, with a satisfied smile, seeing Skye’s reaction to the boys. “Some may come to you. But if you want a specific one to mount you, don’t be shy about trying to get his attention. You have others girls here. You can view them as friends of sorts, but they are your rivals too.” There was a variety to choose from. Everyone was healthy, strong. All naked. Some of the girls had the same idea. They had all learned to mate with dogs, but these boys had a different appeal. Trained to think and act like dogs, but physically human. Some had the look of being trained to fight, protect their owners, others seemed more friendly, a bit shy, maybe or maybe not influenced by their training. “Have a variety if you want. This isn’t your pack. You have a mate now, but you are a dog. There is nothing wrong letting any of these boys have you too.” She walked Skye into the cage and unleashed her. The other ‘dogs’ were slowly walked in. The girls were grouped with each other at first. The boys the same. They all were getting a feel for each other for now, seeing how similar their tamings were, none of them had met others like them until now.

Maxim did wonder if it was best to draw on Anahel’s power to strengthen him. It would be better if he could win completely on his own, but he was unsure of the strength of the girl he was about to fight. She was young, but she had already shown her strength and experience fighting. “She will not kill you, or seriously injure you. But this is a real fight, try to hurt her, she will do the same to you. You two will fight until one of you gives up. If you somehow defeat her, I may consider your request…though it is not up to me alone. She will…reward your victory as well.” She stepped back. “Drop your sword, this is fight between your bodies. Your fists, feet, teeth, anything you might choose to use, but no weapons.” With that warning, Maxim took his sword from his belt, and left it with Anahel and Mirina. He faced his opponent, the two stared at each other for a moment, then charged. The two grappled, struggling for superiority. He was surprised, already feeling the girl’s brute strength. Easily superior to many human men, though for now he was matching it. He could see a thrill in her eyes, did she just enjoy fighting, or was she eager for something else?

Maxim considered trying to explain a little about what an Angel was, but was not sure they would believe him, so he left it unspoken for now. “You have seen the Vanorians. The one who led us here said as much. You have watched the battles…They will attack you too, and if they win…”. He realized he knew something that would offend them. “They will make you the same as this one.” He gestured to Mirina. “They will make you their pets, their breeding livestock.” All the faces around them were filled with disgust and rage. The idea was the ultimate insult to their people. To be ‘tamed’, by a human, or anything else, nothing disgusted them further. ”We would die first!” The older one hissed. It was not an exaggeration. Their kind would not be inclined to surrender. This would only take it further. “We will deal with that when they fight us. The little one has a big mouth, saying more than she should to outsiders. But yes, we have watched them crush you in battle…you are that king’s son? You come to us in desperation? Why should we fight your battles? Come back to us when you have an army of your own. When you can fight for yourself.” She was about to turn, when the young one spoke up. “Anina, the boy has challenged me.” The old one did not react for a moment, then smirked. “You challenged her.” She was sure Maxim did not understand all the implications. “You have some bravery, but you do not know a Lanarin’s strength…but fine. It will be amusing to see how much of a fight you can put up.” She gestured for everyone to follow, as they walked towards an open space in the middle of the village.

As the whispers spread around the village, eventually a woman came out of one of the tents. She looked considerably older than the others, but still strong and healthy. Maxim would not think of underestimating her. She walked over to them, their guide looked at her rather deferentially. Considering her an authority of some sort, but Maxim did not know much about how their society was structured in the villages, if this woman was something like a noble, or something else. When she got close, the younger Lanarin would not look her in the eyes. The older broke the silence. "You brought outsiders into our village? You let humans see...?" Before the other could answer the older one's gaze switched to Anahel. "...Not only humans..." She looked to Maxim. "Is this some offering, human boy? Something we are supposed to eat?" It was a genuine question. These people had no idea what an angel was. For all they new she was something comparable to the lizardman the young one recently killed. He did not want to be silent for long, appear too afraid to answer, but he waited to see if Anahel quickly decided to try to explain what she was and why they were here.

Ashley held the dildo moment, getting a feel for it. Imagining what she might do to Anya. While she considered herself a girl, she did somewhat regret the chance she had the chance to have sex with someone like her as a boy. Younger customers were allowed, and did show up from time to time. Though they were not especially frequent, due to the costs and it not being a great part of town. She considered how to answer the answer. “…Well, it’s not my first time with girls. It is my first time with a woman though.” Her other female partners were considerably less mature or experienced than Anya. Aileen finally spoke up, clarifying with what she knew. “She likes to play with her friends here. She did actually have one girl as a customer recently too, about her age. That was a cute girl. Hope she comes back someday, might be able to recruit her to work here.” Girls rarely showed up as customers, but when they did, they were almost always considered as potential employees, especially if they came back for more. If Aileen ever saw that girl again, they would talk about that. While Aileen explained that, Ashley thought about which to start with. That pussy, of an experienced woman, was appealing. That it still had Aileen’s seed, something they both craved only made it more appealing. While she did not think she was ready for that, she was a little jealous that Anya would eventually carry Aileen’s child. That drew her tongue in. It was still not especially experienced, but it was eager. She wanted to taste what Aileen left in her, before giving her more from the dildo.

Decided to take my turn creating a topic here, another CCG one (there are several others I could make topics for, but more obscure than this). Haven’t played it in years. But recently got back to filling in the collection. Have it completed in one sense now, have at least one of every playable card. Getting extras of some others. Though from a pure collectors perspective, there is is still a chunk I am missing, much of which it too expense to bother with (foils, alternate images, etc). One collection could be shared by two players, the way it works. But it is doubtful I’ll ever play with the physical cards again. There is an unofficial way to play online too, but have not got around to trying it.

Maxim quietly followed their guide. Mirina had kept quiet, though she was beginning to wonder where this was going. Between her own experience, and limited understanding of Lanarin culture, she saw a complication. Were there more issues to a man challenging a woman? Was a victory for the prince going to him more than he expected, a more personal prize? These were just guesses though. She kept her thought to herself, though she wondered if that would help or hurt her goal to make Anahel the prince’s eventual bride and her queen, in addition to mistress. They were lead through open lands, but their guide seemed to walk it as if following an invisible path. Eventually they reached their destination. “Consider yourselves lucky, we do not usually allow outsiders to see our homes.” It had the signs of a nomadic village. A people who would not stay put. It was a number of tents spread out, a few rings of stones marking camp fires, not currently in use. Several figures came out eyes on them, staring intensely. There was some hostility at Maxim, less towards Mirina, though she got some for still being a human. There was confusion and curiosity, and some whispering, about Anahel. They had never seen anything like her. What stood out to Maxim though, was he saw nothing but women. Not a man in sight. They were called the ‘wild women’ after all, but it surprised him a little.