A Slave and her Prince (Free Anthro RP)
- Your OC is the Prince of the Didymos and the king has forced him to get a mare of his own, if he had refused he risked his father's wrath. The king wasn't exactly a loving father in any way, more like a dog that'd allow you near it only to bite you. The king was suspicious because he had the faintly swirling eyes of a god, though the only power he had was a slow healing process that his father didn't know of. He sent you to get a tsoulus for yourself, a professionally trained sex slave simply because he hasn't sired a bastard or be seen at a brothel with a wench. He'd found a tsoulus for an exceptionally high price from another Prince. When he goes to retrieve her she was alone in a room, naked except for a golden collar that symbolizes her as a tsoulus. She was young for a tsoulus, she looked barely in her early twenties. Though she was his first tsoulus, he knew that the training of a proper tsoulus takes at least fourteen to sixteen years.. )
- Eruption: *She sleeps quietly, wrapped in a plush white blanket as she sleeps silently. Her wings were clipped and her mane was cut short. She curls up on the small bed while she slept.*
- Planar: *opened the door quietly, and approached the bed in the same way. He wore a traditional tunic and robe, fair-colored. His light orange-brown coat was mostly obscured. His blue eyes however were not. His dark brown mane and tail seemed soft and short.*
- Eruption: *She slept quietly, though there were dark bags under her eyes from exhaustion and restless sleep. Even now random parts of her body and wings would twitch as if she was running from something and trying to fly.*
- Planar: *he carefully examined her, looking for signs of maltreatment and/or malnutrition.* "Hmm..."
- Eruption: *There were light and barely visible bruises healing but still enough to cause her to ache. Her body was riddled with old but light scars, but none more than her back. The scars overlapped, brands and slashes coating her back.*
- Planar: *leans his head down to her chest, lifting her breasts up lightly to listen to her heartbeat.*
