Chapter 4:
( the exhibition fight )

Chapter 2:
( morning, in the life of an assassin )

OFF Prompt: 20. It was a typical morning: cornflakes, coffee, lurid stories in the paper, and the dull ache of loneliness every time he saw the empty chair across the table.
Title: juxtaposition (perpendicular bodies)
Author: riyo amaya/ ambrose brighty/ me
Rating: PG
Notes: WC- 575. Days late- 15? More slave!assassin ‘verse. This one focuses more on the relationship between Dannaii and Our Unnamed Assassiness.

( you was right there all along )

more slave verse

( life is too short, as is this snippet )

i'm not giving up! i'm working on that slave!assassin verse more than you know.

i've gotta modify what i'm finding mostly, though. cause, i mean, while it's all well and good to find out how to train a woman to be a BDSM slave, replete with the sex and the nekkidness and... fetishiness... what i was looking for was not so much there (though that did have some pretty interesting stuff on training, behavior modification, goals and attitudes and some very good basic slave rules... even if i had to delete half for not being what i was looking for). what i was looking for, i found without realizing how close to real life my novel is.

well, real life being historical Islam, but there you go.

cause, heh, without me knowing it, did you know that a lot of islam's armies were made of slaves? and they gathered them young and impressionable, and trained them to be warriors. and they fought alongside their masters in battle and i had no clue, but this made me giggle and be confused as to just how my brain is actually connected.

so now i have notes on how the system of military slaves worked in times past, along with a how-to manual on being an assassin. if anyone's reading this and being weirded out, listen close. I HAVE NO DESIRE TO BE AN ASSASSIN. I AM RESEARCHING AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE OF MY OWN CREATION. I'M NEUTRAL IN POLITICS. as long as that's clear, we're hunky-dory. but, hey, i'm just trying to figure out the mindset so i can tweak as needed and understand why my girl is the way she is.

i'm also breaking one of the first laws i ever learned about creating worlds. in that i'm not really creating it. i'm not fleshing it out right now. i'm just researching the girl. and i'm letting it all develop on its own. i think, should i decide to run with this for nanowrimo, i may actually go through the trouble of building the world, based on what i've already written. (and may i say that it's a shame i can't use the first story i wrote as the introduction. because nothing says 'this book is a must have' quite like a tiny woman stabbing a man to death within 500 words.

heh, speaking of not fleshing out, i also have no intention of giving my girl any more description than what i've got--exotic coloring, tiny, damaged tongue (i'm saying an accident with a tongue piercing, sometime early in her training), hair that's knotted over one shoulder so that when she bows it brushes the floor (also a good handhold, so it's an order from the Noi). haven't quite decided if the guys have them too (the knots in the hair) or if it's different for them (satedan dreadlocks, anyone?)... all i know is it's not Gor. she was threatened with life as a 'pleasure slave'... though that'd be more like rape and just being a sperm receptacle. sickening. but it's not that that is shaping her. it's the killing. the killing is what's most important here.

and here i was trying to be less violent in my life. maybe this is it? get my literary violence on, and dump the oversexed chick flick stories, and maybe i'll be calmer....

yeah. this is something i gotta see.


i'd give ya a snippet, but right now, i don't think i want to. i'm trying to figure her training, and i've yet to read up on being an assassin, so i don't think i'd get it right. maybe i'll write about her tongue damage instead. bear with me people.

originalficfest prompt: 25. "What will you do when you've taken everything, and there's nothing left of me?"
Title: a cup of tea
Author: wellowned or shadows_of
Rating: PG
Warnings/Notes: slave!fic. part of the new slave-assassin verse. 565 words. also because thefragyle asked for my assassin to have a close moment with a friend. it was supposed to be nicer, but i'm not feeling it right now.

( bleach the green from the pastures, feast on the grey of the night )