« Thread started on: Nov 23rd, 2009, 10:55pm »
.:*:.breathing in deeply the memories flood back...full lashed eyes flutter closed as she begins her story.:*:.
narin was born from a panther girl in the Northern Forests, She doesn't remember her face nor know her name. She sold narin at a very young age for two kegs of paga, or so shes told. The earliest memories she have consist of peering over a counter in a tavern built in some port against the Thassa, watching the kajirae serving the men, and being told that she would be kneeling next to them soon enough. narin was tossed white silks at the age of 16. By the time she was 19, she wore reds. The tavern keeper, Master Rhaven (Palace Chat) trained her well, and then sold her to the Ubar of the City of Tarascon, Master Riviin (Second Life)...but the Ubar was lost in a raid and never returned home. Completely lost and scarred, narin fled the city and made her way to the Vosk Delta, avoiding capture from the collar still on her neck. Realizing it was a struggle to survive on her own she crept into Port Kar one night and stumbled upon the Gorean Shores Tavern...she was greeted with food, a new collar, and best of all, a safe home. From that night on, narin has dedicated herself to serving and pleasing the Free of Gorean Shores and training hard, to push forward on her goal of becoming the perfect kajira....and has never been happier.
"No woman," it is said, "knows truly what she is until she has worn the collar."