03.04.09 - Say Farewell

Location: Ruingate, House Zerfren

Characters Involved: Darcy, Jarven

Having been purchased, Darcy has been brought over to the House of Zerfren, the compound is quite large. The main house sits behind a small front garden. But out back there are several smithies, slave compounds and such. Darcy is brought directly to Jarven's personal forge where the marten is waiting for her with a laconic grin as she is brought into his presence. "Ahhh hello again."

Darcy looks disgruntled, what else is new. Her ears are angled back and she doesn't get any closer to the marten than she has to. "Let me guess.. slave collar?"

Jarven laughs and nods, pumping the bellows idly, the marten has stripped down to just trousers and a leather apron, though he still has that hat and turban on. "Of course hare, and cuffs and anklets too. We want to make sure people will recognize you are property." There are already several items in the forge, glowing hotly.

Darcy eyes the pieces of hot metal with distaste. She's had one rotten experience with hot metal already. The doe rubs at her inner arm, where the brand mark is still raw and unhealed. "Brilliant..."

Jarven smiles and lifts something out from the edge of the forge, just the two inner edges of the slim band heated up. He orders his guards to hold her in place and moves behind her, sliding the collar into place carefully, before pressing the hot ends together, the scent of frying hare fur fills the air as those ends come together as Jarven makes her his.

Darcy grits her teeth, saying nothing, her slim throat tense as the narrow collar is fitted around her neck. She lifts her hand to feel the collar with an dark expression on her face, brows knit.

Jarven smiles and slaps her hand away, he then seizes it and starts yanking her bracelets off, tossing them into the forge one after another. He then hands her hand to the ferret on her left and takes the other hand, repeating the exercise, pausing so she can see each bracelet before it goes into the forge, pausing on each one so she can see it before it goes. If she reacts to any of them in a special way he will hold it back for now. He then takes her ribbons as well, tossing them into the flames one after another. "Say farewell to your previous life."

Darcy steels herself as well as she can, fists clenching, her body tensed up. When the white ribbon is taken, however, the doe jerks like she's about to reach for it, but doesn't.

Jarven smiles as she jerks, the ferrets holding her in place. He dangles it around his fingers, "Mmmmm" he then smiles and ties the ribbon into his Turban, threading it into place with a soft smile at her, a smile that says it all really.

Darcy blinks a few times, taking a slight breath and letting it out. She just looks at him, saying nothing.

Jarven smiles and moves back to the forge, he orders his guards to force her arm down on a wooden board, lifting a metal something out of the forge. he walks over and where once she wore beautiful bracelets. He folds a metal bracer around her fore-arm. Once more lined with mole-fur except where the two ends meet, not only sealing them together but searing it into the arm. Sealing the metal to her body, once more black adamant embossed with his seal, reaching from just behind her wrist, halfway to her elbow. searing it into place with a wicked and happy grin.

Darcy did not expect that. She grits her teeth but a sudden sharp yell of pain comes out of her anyway.

Jarven grins and thrusts her arm into a bucket of water once the bracer is sealed and quickly repeats the process with her other arm. Sealing the bracer into place with semi-molten metal and then cooling it in a bucket of water. "You are mine girl."

Darcy shouts again, a short shriek of pain. She sways, light-headed from it even after the arms are put in water and the metal is cooled. She might fall if not for the two holding her up.

Jarven steps back, a dagger flicking as he disposes of her tunic and trousers, they go into the fire as well to burn, the only thing left of her former life is that ribbon, carefully held hostage. She is quickly stuffed in a very drab, plain grey robe with no sleeves or hood and a very simple grey cord to hold it upright. He then nods and dismisses his men, "Put her in the stockade for tonight, she can start working tomorrow. Put her on the labour duty, carrying supplies from our warehouses to the compound. I'll send for her when I am ready to continue her training."

Jarven he raises a paw and halts his ferrets, that dagger moves again, cutting back her curled locks, leaving them short the final remnant of her previous identity, those lovely well cared for red-locks hacked away.

Darcy just stands there as this all happens, like she's sinking into shock. Numbing over. Her eyes squeeze shut.

Jarven smiles softly and dismisses the guards, they drag her away whilst he sweeps up the locks of hair, depositing most of them in the fire and keeping a few. He can send them as little gifts to Tobias' new slave.