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Jadelleby ~Fantasy-Creature

Digital Art / Drawings / Fantasy

All in the Circles severed their masters. Save one. Jadelle was not that one. Jadelle her self had
severed many so called masters since her arrival and thus enslavement here. They were nothing
more then the rodents they controlled. But magic was more powerful then them, and thus she was
forced to serve. For over a thousand year she severed. They soon enough called her, “stubborn”,
“prideful”, and even “un-trainable”. All meant the same, she would not brake. Not to them. She
had something they could never destroy. A dream. A dream of one day going back home, back to
the Prime Material. Even though through the years the dream became more faint, more clouded,
she still clung to it. And they were not worth letting go.

Recently she was sold to the Dread Lord Malafairious. And there she found a master worth
severing. None where above him, the Dread Lord bowed to no one. He was rather possessive of
his things too, so she fear no one but him. Yes, he was violent, cruel and loved to torment those
around him. But he was like her. An Ancient from the days of Mythic. That kinship, that bond,
drove her to please. To want and to need to be with him, always. Which meant severing hin,
becoming his favored and being with him always. This passion grew to an obsession. For his
favor was a dangerous game. One no one knew the rules but him and failure to follow the rules
meant death. Still though she played this game, and played it well.

Though everything has a price. Every day that obsession, the need grew stronger and stronger.
Her every waking moment was filled with thoughts with him. She never slept, one did not need it
in the Circles. She had to be with him, always. And soon enough, that dream she held so tightly
to all those years began to fade. Becoming nothing more then a distend memory. A fragment of a
long forgotten dream upon awaking. Nothing but a hazz remaining.

And at last, she was a prefect slave.

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