Genie in a Bind [King]

This wasn't the Arctic.

A crystal bottle stumbled onto the shores of Manta Carlos. Inside stirred a beautiful djinn that had been asleep for one thousand years. Through the tinted glass of the ice palace's ceiling, she saw a gray, unfamiliar sky. As she stepped out in her skimpy belly dancer attire, she smelled the odd scent of tropical breeze mixed with rainy skies. She could sense that rain was incoming. Any fool could tell that. What she could not figure out was her location. Where was she? When was this? There was not a single drop of snow here. She picked up her bottle from the ocean water and glanced forward at the line of trees.

How did her bottle end up here?

The blue woman placed the bottle in the holster on her hip. She stepped forward. Her bare feet touched the cool sand. Fear and intrigue meshed together. She always did enjoy exploration, but she didn't feel safe in new environments. There were so many unknown dangers. Now she was in the woods and moving deeper inward. She had to find shelter; leaving her home out in the open would spell disaster for her. The last thing she wanted was for another greedy man to take her as his slave. She went through enough Hell.

The djinn passed the border between the woods and the forest. She did so unknowingly. She knew not about the creatures that lurked in these woods. A light drizzle occurred. Rain water landing on trees did not bother her. Then her ears picked up odd animal noises. Strange noises bothered her greatly. Instinctively she conjured her ice bow. It gleamed in the darkness. Her ice powers also summoned arrows for her to fire. She kept a sharp eye out for danger. While she hated fighting, she was more than willing to do it to preserve her life. Her breath was barely audible. The woman scanned her surroundings.

Just then it began to rain fully. There was no more drizzle; it was a horrific downpour that clouded her vision. Great, just great. The moist scent of the forest hit her nose. Now she would have an even more difficult time trekking through here. Growls sounded from the bushes. She turned with her bow drawn. One beast leaped out. It was a werenaught, but she didn't know that. Her arrow pierced its leg. More growls echoed through the area. Soon she was fighting a bunch of the damned creatures. She focused on firing and trying to keep them at a distance. She utilized her acrobatic skills as a dancer to gracefully avoid them.

Just when she thought that she was fine, another one leaped onto her and scratched its claws into her side. A shriek of pain escaped her lips as she wrestled the beast off. She stumbled onto the ground. What made this fight more troublesome was that she was almost completely exposed. The outfit she wore served as terrible armor. She bled from her wound. Her hand clutched her side. The woman needed to escape. She attempted to stand up but wobbled a bit. The beast went in for the attack again. A quick slab of ice knocked it away. Before she could do anymore, she tripped over the tree's roots and blacked out. The weakening poison reached her blood stream through the open wound. Ursa's side bled as she laid on the ground.

What a terrible place to wake up.

@"King"

The ice djinn was unconscious. Her weapon dissipated after she was knocked out. She did not feel the man that licked her side or that her being carried into the cave. There were no dreams; she was in total darkness. The poison leaked out through the wound. She rested on a bed of furs. When her eyes cracked open, she felt the warm yet crude softness of fur touching her skin. The warmth of a fire spread over to her. There was a ceiling above her. It was somewhat difficult to see, but the fire pit helped illuminate the place. She went from being out in the wilderness to being within a cave. What was happening?

She tried to get up, but she felt a sharp pain in her side. Her body felt weak. The magic coursing through it was strong, but the physical condition was less than ideal. What happened to her? Ursa scanned her memories. Yes, those beasts attacked her. One of them successfully hit her. Were they really that powerful, or was she just that weak? It was hard to say. Sleeping for a thousand years only brought her more frustration. Her hand slid over to her side. The wound was still present.

Ursa's eyes glowed as healing magic flowed to her hand. She began to repair the damaged tissues. Once the cells, tissues, and skin repaired, then she could move out of this cave. She didn't trust this place and wasn't entirely sure why she had been taken here. Almost all of her masters were awful people; she was afraid of being sealed into another terrible deal. Thank God her bottle was still sitting on her hip.

@"King"

Before she could finish sealing up the wound, the sound of thunder cracking startled her. She leaped in her seat and rustled through the furs as she scrambled towards the wall. Her eyes gazed fearfully at the talking creature that entered the cave. He was a hulking beast that appeared to be the freaky combination of a demon dog, wolf, and antlers. The injured djinn shivered; this aggravated the pain in her side as she curled up into a protective ball. He was offering sound advice, but seeing such a presence terrified her. She was discomforted by other beings; it had been so long since she talked to anyone.

The fire lit up the figure more as he stepped in with its victim. The dead specimen was a deer. It was already skinned and wrapped in its own fur. This was likely going to be a meal for the beast. She wasn't sure if she was a proper guest or a future slave to this man. He seemed fairly amicable for now. His appearance did not match his attitude, but appearances could be deceiving. One should never judge a book by its cover. She cowered silently as he spoke while cooking the fresh meat. Her lips quivered as she was asked a simple question.

"I-I-I'm n-not from h-here.....I-I woke up here...."

This would be the time to give her name, but she was hesitant. What if he wanted to do naughty things to her? He could easily force her into sexual favors in exchange for rescuing her. She was very reluctant to give this person her full trust. Ice formed on her feet and shoulders. The temperature in the immediate vicinity dropped a few degrees. Ursa needed to relax first before she could properly articulate answers.

@"King"

Ursa bit her lip as she glanced at the Cu Sith apologetically. The only reason her powers were going out of whack was because she was panicking; panic caused her to make the temperature colder and tended to conjure ice. She focused not on what he asked but on calming down as she got rid of the ice on her body. She took several deep breaths before she could reopen her eyes to look at the creature. He scratched behind his ears like a dog. It was cute, but she was too nervous still to laugh.

"Um..."

That was a difficult question. She was born somewhere within the arctic and went back to the arctic in order to get away from humans. Perhaps that would have to do for an answer.

"I-I w-was i-in cryostasis....s-somewhere North I-I think...."

She didn't really pay much attention to where she went before going to sleep for a thousand years. It was funny how she was still technically a baby djinn. She still had much to learn, but she had already experienced many horrors in her short life. It was enough to make her the traumatic wreck that was distrusting of her savior.

"W-Why d-d-did you b-bring me h-here? D-D-D-Do you h-have an u...ulterior motive?"

@"King"

Ursa blushed as he took note of the clothes. She was not comfortable wearing this slave outfit. She was not bothered by cold, but the fact that she was running around wearing what was basically a really tiny bikini was troublesome. She attracted a lot of unwanted attention that way. That was how her previous masters liked it. Everything about the ensemble reminded her of her ex-masters. She hugged herself tightly as she glanced back at the fire. The meat smelled delicious.

"I-I-I know....b-but t-the c-cold never b-bothered me anyway...."

The man stated his reasoning was pure. That put her further at ease. She knew how impractical it was to leave. She just hope he really didn't expect something terrible from this.

"W-What's.....y-your name?"

It was time for introductions.

@"King"