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Gorhund was last to leave the baths after training, hurrying to the eating hall before the food run out. “I think it’s time for her to bring additional profit,” the Master’s voice said, coming from half-opened doors of the overseer office. Gorhund stopped mid-step, listening carefully. There was only one person in the whole barracks that the Master could speak about — even if the man in question was even less feminine than Gorh. “She’s a champion, fourth year in the row,” the overseer protested weakly. “We need her on the arena.”

“This is the perfect time. We’ll wait for the season to end and once she gets laurel again we can breed her. This is a one of the kind opportunity — we don’t often have a champion whose brood’s lineage won’t be questioned during the sale; and I’m sure Hulia’s brood would fetch the highest prices. The decision is final, Avloh, I want her carrying by winter.” “Yes, Master.” The overseer didn’t sound overly happy. “But who will be the father? Men won’t enjoy her body, given how she was disfigured.” “You’ll figure it out, Avloh. You can put the other orc to her, she seems to like him well enough. Or that Havvar, Onigh it was? He seemed eager to put her in her place, tits or not. It’s not like we’re going to breed her with a citizen — slaves will do what they are told to.” Gorh’s blood froze in his veins and then that feeling turned into scalding hot anger. Hvar — because that was his name, not ‘Hulia’ — would not survive the humiliation and pain the Master’s orders would bring to him. Gorh knew that he’d sooner bring blade to his veins than carry anyone’s children. He knew also that he will be given no choice. The idea that he might be one raping Hvar on Master’s orders brought bile to his throat as well. He couldn’t allow it to happen.

Later that night, when he lied wrapped snuggly around Hvar in the bed they shared in the common sleeping room, Gorh brought his lips close to Hvar’s ear, almost kissing the pointy shell. “Let’s run, Varry,” he whispered. “Let’s run away and never look back.” Hvar turned to him, yawning quietly.  He was a handsome man, broad chested, with a strong jaw and narrow eyes. Even if his features were a bit softer than most half-orc men, his hips slightly wider and his chest bore big, jagged scars nobody could mistake him for a woman at this point. Nobody but the Master, for whom apparently the only important part was under his belt. “What brought this on right now?” He asked in hushed whisper, pulling Gorh closer in a lazy move. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m game, but you haven’t mentioned it for months.” “I think I’ve had enough waiting for the better chance, Varry. I don’t want to waste my life waiting for a better chance. As soon as we see an opportunity we need to seize it. And if not, create our own.” “I like the sound of it,” Hvar mused, blessedly unaware of the fate that awaited him if they didn’t escape on time. “Let’s do it.”

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So, I have way too many wips that need some love. Not only Dalish Arrow, but also OTHER wips, that have been vying for my attention for a long time.

So, this is what happened when I was supposed to get back to DA:

The dust fell and Hvar looked around the demolished inn. It didn’t look well, he decided. The tables were strewn chaotically around amidst broken chairs; the wooden candelabra hanged precariously on only two ropes. From behind the crushed doors of the cabinets making up the bar something leaked suspiciously – he didn’t want to wait for the innkeeper to get back to his senses and charge them for the losses. Even if it was the awful ale they have been drinking, they couldn’t afford the whole keg – not to mention the costs of the furniture.

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“Give us some light, Var,” he asked, his hands already lifted for another spell, to pull the heavy grate back in its place. “I’d prefer to not step into some rotting corpse by an accident.” Hvar obliged, sending small, bright orbs of flames over their heads. The shadows dancing on Gorhund’s face only emphasized the ugly grimace he wore. “Everything alright, Gorh?” “Can’t you smell this stench?” He answered, trying to breathe through his mouth. It wasn’t exactly easy when speaking, so he swallowed any additional comments, instead giving Hvar a pointy look. Hvar shrugged. “Doesn’t smell of perfume,” he said. “Sewers. What did ya expect?” “I expected I won’t dream of returning under Master’s whip just few sparks into our escape.” “Remember when you couldn’t sleep for weeks because he thought you looked lustfully at his wife?” Gorh snorted. “Even if she was a man, I’d be afraid she’s going to break if I squeeze too much, you know that.” “I know.” Hvar grinned. “You’d been telling me that three times a spark until your fewer broke.” His face fell again into a serious expression. “But the point is, you don’t want to get back there. Remember, it was you who told me you want to be free. The stench will wash off.” Gorh’s face softened. “You’re right. It will wash off. Hearing them calling you… things never will.” Hvar shrugged. “Anyone I’ve ever fought knows I am no woman. Let’s not dwell on it.” “You know there are female warriors, right?” Gorhund turned around, looking at the dark tunnel uneasily. “Not in the arena, there aren’t.” Hvar rolled his shoulders and took the first step into the darkness. “Let’s go, unless you want to make a home here.” “Like you would survive on the diet of rats.”