fayth's story begins as a pickpocket (or thiefling as He likes to call her) in the #r-vilsquar@bwr(Village Square). A gypsy sort of girl with hair the colour of raven's wings and eyes a brilliant shade of green. Making her way off the good fortunes of others, she was watched one day by Him - Prince of Thieves@bwr. Having investments in the Village Square, He took offence to her light hand digging indirectly into His pockets. He followed her upon His great, black steed. fayth was looking over her loot along the #r-pathway@bwr(trail) that led away from the Village Square when she heard hooves thundering closer from behind. she'd whirled around to see this great beast and Rider closing in on her. she'd run like she'd never run before but she wasn't fast enough and soon enough was down in the dirt with His whip coiled around one trim ankle. Try as she might to get herself loose, she was dragged out of the brush by the ankle and then hauled up by the hair to Him. she knew then that He was not like the other Men she'd been able to use her wiles against to get what she wanted. Post haste, she'd been tossed over His steed like a bag of potates and He'd galloped off to #r-thiefden@bwr(His Estate) with her. she awoke to enslavement. His mark, that of the crescent moon and dagger had been tattoo'd around her left breast in poisoned ink. Only He has the antidote which must be administered every 8 weeks, else her fate becomes a withering death of age acceleration. she learned swiftly that He was not a Man to be toyed with, nor pushed and now, she must learn to accept her enslavement. she must learn Him. ThiefDen Estate Rooms #r-thiefden@bwr(ThiefDen) #r-study@bwr(The Study) #r-bathbwr@soe(Bath) #r-chambers@soe(His Chambers) #r-underden@bwr(Under ThiefDen) #r-wine2@soe(Wine Cellar) #r-thecot@soi(The Cot) #r-prison@bwr(Dungeon) #r-passage@bwr(Secret Passage) #r-cartel@soi(Mercantile Exchange)