Making do with what you have

The salty sea air would hang heavy within the cove, an oppressive taste to one's every breath. the inconsistent squawking of several birds circling the entrance to the cove would be a common annoyance that many detested, no matter how many were brought down more would come the next day. Derric would wake to find himself within a small sturdy iron cage. Looking about with a frightened expression whilst he got to his feet. Taking quick notice of the cold stone that surrounded the cage and rested beneath his feet. Taking more time to observe his surroundings revealed that the cage was resting on the edge of a small mined outcrop. as if someone spent the time to carve out a perfect spot to fit this cage. Of the six sides, only two were iron bars, the top of the cage, and a single wall facing out to the cove beyond.

'how did I get here? why am I locked up? is that the Zeklug ocean? but that's far north of Haven...'

As he felt himself become more and more coherent the sudden soreness atop his head jogged his memory.

'Oh... yeah... that... was I kidnapped? I don't think I would be worth anything for ransom... so why am I here?'

Taking the perceived silence and apparent lack of anyone else Derric would let out a depressed sigh. Though as the moments passed he would find himself chuckling and even laughing to himself.

"I did want to get away from that farm... stop tilling the fields and grinding grain... I guess I only have myself to blame" He would say aloud, followed by a faint laugh at his circumstances.

Then from what felt like behind and above him, he would hear a familiar voice chuckle, followed by the clanging of metal on metal. "Well it looks like someone is taking their new home and life in stride... good... that means you'll be much easier to break and keep around... given those looks of yours I had hoped you'd act this way"

Derric would turn and gaze to the top of the cage, and with a frightful look in his eye. As soon as he met her gaze he had a gut feeling that allowed him to instantly recognized who it was. But the more of her form he took in the more concerned he was. Standing by his estimates of at least 7ft tall, holding a toned muscular physique... Amazonian described them well. Her face was like a marble statue being chiseled to the height of beauty, fair skin, and burning Violet eyes that seemed to capture the soul of whoever gazed into them. The long flowing locks of a similar vibrant Violet hair hung to her shoulders. Within the simple tunic, she wore he could see a pair of modestly large breasts that were supported as if to show them off. Connected to her torso were two powerful looking arms, the biceps and triceps together were easily the size of Derric's thighs. Her legs showed rippling muscle beneath the simple leather pants she wore, two thighs like barrels of pure strength supporting her body. But most curiously there was an almost excessively sized bulge resting between her legs. Much less curiously however was a pair of fox-like ears atop her head signaled that she was apart of the Kit, a rare and mystical species.

"Keep staring little boy... I'm just here to check up on my newest acquisition of property, want to make sure you don't try bashing your head to mush upon the metal like the girl I had before." She spoke with a commanding and husky tone that just dripped with superiority.

If it wasn't for the present circumstances, Derric would have been putty in her hands from the voice alone.

"Who are you and what do you want with me?!" Derric yelled out, puffing up his chest and doing whatever he could to seem as imposing as possible.

The unimpressed look upon the woman's face radiated an aura of experience in the more brutal acts of life. "Well if you must know little pup I'm Astria... the leader of the fine group of ruffians who burned down that town you lived in before I claimed you. As for what I want with you? well, I'm looking for a companion that will tend to my every need and worship me like it's the very air they breathe."

Derric looked to Astria with a shocked look in his eyes, having trouble processing and believing what it was he'd been told. He couldn't help but be terrified of what exactly all of what she said meant.

'They burned down Haven!? Am I the only one who survived? Or are there others?' He spoke internally with a degraded crack.

"Now don't be down in the dumps little boy. You'll soon find out all the wonderful perks to being my property... you'll love it eventually" She spoke with oozing confidence, then with a wave of her hand she unlocked whatever contraption that held the trap door to the cage, and with a simple kick a rope ladder drops into the cage.

Begrudgingly Derric would approach the rope ladder and position himself at the bottom. his mind racing with plans and ideas 'If I get out and turn to make a jump for the ocean I might be able to get away... if I had ever learned how to swim... fuck.' All Derric could do was approach his confident captor and take a deep breath. 'I'll have to make do with what I have.' Those words crossing his mind as he looked up at her admittedly gorgeous face.

"Good boy... most try to jump over the edge and into the water, only to find that there are about 15 meters of jagged rocks between them and a safe-ish drop." She now took a surprisingly well-crafted set of shackles and secured Derric's hands behind him. A gleeful expression on her face as she went to show off her prize to the other members of her marauders. Though a different part of her had another idea of what to do next.