ToraRyu

Enter your text here.I was born and raised in the brothel, a place far from here- mother a captured feline, my father some random male feline off the streets who happened to walk in. At first I was only used as a hand maid, cleaning rooms, changing bed sheets; house work, until I was about seven years of age, then all hell broke loose in my life. My mother was thrown out from the brothel onto the streets, being called old and useless at the youthful age of 25 years, leaving me to take her place. For
many years I fought them, trying to keep what dignity I had left. After a while I pretended and lied to myself it was a different person in the bed, unwilling having her innocence taken. It workedfor a little while.

I only ever had one friend at the brothel, I no longer remember her name in the havoc that is my mind, but she protected me every day and night when I would mess up, or spill something- always taking the blame for me. All she could say is "The beating don't hurt that bad." But I knew she lied for I could see the pain in her sapphire eyes. That is when we formed a plan- we'd run away, and save ourselves.

I was 14 years old when we took flight. We knew it would not be so easy. Every night we lay away awake listening to the sounds of the men in the bushes watching us. Even in the day as we traveled or at dusk as we bathed, until one fateful night, they finally attacked us. My friend fought valiantly, telling me to run and not to look back. I did, and shall regret it for the rest of my life. I never saw my friend again.

I wandered around for several weeks before I was caught by a local garrison and sold on auction; the shame of being prodded and poked at in every possible crevice will forever haunt me. I was sold to highest bidder- a hansom young man whose name I was never told we only ever called him "Master". Collared and shamed I wandered around for the next year and a half of my life, trying my hardest not to fall in love with the man whom I so despised with all my heart. My attempts were futile- I fell for him and hard. He told me I was the only one he ever called a lover, or courted. I would later find out this was not so.

He slept with another feline, the only one of the entire manner I hated. Why her, I've asked myself so many nights. It was a quiet night, like all others, and I happened to have a nightmare, which is a rarity for me. I ran to my master's room for comfort, only to open the door to him and that home wrecking cat. I grabbed the dagger I always kept on me, and I did what my instincts told me to- I took her lifeand his.

I lay there in a pool of blood, crying like I've never cried before, looking at his head in my lap. His final words to me where "She was pregnant with twins." Over took by hatred I plunged my dagger deep within his heart, ending all that I had cared for.

Once again I ran, until I stumbled upon Gahlen, finding comfort in its sites
and sounds. Unfortunately all would not be a happy ending; I fell my first week in Gahlen, in the training grounds. By what, I do not know. All I remember is one moment I stared my opponent in the face, the next I seen nothing but blackness, with a friend's voice in my ear trying to give me comfort. From there I met a Waylumi Priest named Kaulen who has since been my eyes, and teacher; keeping my spirits up when I need it the most, and guiding my way back to a life of independence.

I do not know what the future holds for me, but I know what my past was, and I pray on my very life I never have to relive it, not should anyone else. But only time will tell..

Three years have come and gone since that entry in the tombs of Gahlen. A life so far, and so different from where it is now. I have grown much since those scriptures, a new me presented to the people of Ateraan.

Many friends have come and gone from the border town of Gahlen, as I have traveled and met new people, experienced new things and new roles in my short lived life. I have felt loss, love, companionship and hatred. Not so much emotions that are new, but emotions that have been rekindled, and in some cases, dampened with a new sight.

I have been blessed with the chance to see those who I call friend and family once more. Near a near ago, as I woke from a nap, small, blurred images arose from the darkness behind my eyes, bringing with it a new hope that in my lessons of blindess, I may exercise compassion and wisdom to those who don't always see the path. My life has yet again been strewn with the graces of the ever benevolant teachings and ways of Waylumi.

Through the years and gap in my life that has fallen into the countless years to come, I have done several events and activities that have formed and changed the woman I am today. In the forefront of my mind is the precious time I spent as the Assistant Guild Mistress to my Temple, serving the Goddesss in the most honoured way possible. It taught my much about my strengths, weaknesses and breaking points, and at the same time, it opened my eyes to the tolerance it takes to lead another through the hard times we face. I held the lead of the Guild for several months alone, needing to make choices that the High Priestess would not neccessarily have agreed on, but in those times, I did not always have the luxery of amass time to wait for the return of Camille to finalize a decision.

I was further more blessed when the Priestess from Surik joined our small congregation for a time and appointed me Acting High Priestess for the time, while Camille was out of town. Though my knowledge of Temple lore and paper work is extensive, I had no experience to the knowledge of war and the stratedgy of combat. In my times of need to turned to my family, to seek their opinions on what needed to be done. Through the guidance of Waylumi, Neleron, Roviden and Sacha, I made it through those bumps in the road.

Now here I stand, a Priestess once more. The ranking system rearranged, all those who previously held seat of Guild Master and Assistant, removed from the titles of High Priestess and Senior Elder with the coming of new Leadership. Neleron overtook post as Guild Master and has changed things greatly from where they were. He chose a young woman named Raelynn, barely an acolyte when she was given seat, as his Assistant. Through my journies of the lands, serving and teaching the Lady's lessons in other, less fortunate, areas, I was also removed as an Elder.

Unpon my return, I feel, now, that I live in a Garrison of sorts, doing as told or facing consequence, scolded and often times frowned at by someone I once worked with and another I watched be inducted. I pray through compassion, vigilance and courage I find my way through these harder days of a borderling hypocricy, and see things to the end of the road ahead.

Piczo