Topic: Cared For By a... Dwarf?

Macabre Sadist

Date: 2008-03-16 12:08 EST
Morbid scowled as her mother ushered her to the door of the quite small wooden house. The two had already had quite the debate over why she was here and what would be happening. Her mother had business to attend to for her employer and would come back when she could. They both knew this was a lie which was why she had insisted she come along if she behaved. Her mother had reprimanded her, telling her it would be too much trouble and it lead in an outrage of her emotions....Somehow an elictral shock surged from her body and singed the entire home to a burning crisp.

It had been the end of discussion, she was leaving and had cost her mother a fortune in the effect that the house was now ash. This one that she was before now couldn't even be considered a closet to that one. Her mother expected her to stay here" That didn't mean she would be pleasant towards the man. Nothing could controll her and force her to be on agreeable terms with him.

She waited until the door opened, quite annoyed as the short statured man stroke his beard. "This must be Lytla?" He peered over the child as he removed his hand from the long train of hair that touched his belt. The man donned old rags of a brown color as though he lived on the street. Good thing she brought her own clothes with her, she would never dress like him.

She just hoped her mother returned before she outgrew them, "Where is my room?" The question was rude and abrupt, her mother hit her in the back of the head. The slap was ignored as she scanned the first floor of the home. A small workshop area was just under the stairs and there was a small kitchenette in the opposing corner. A single bed lay off somewhere in between. It was a good thing there was a staircase or she would be worried. There was no way this floor could have only a single room.

"Upstairs," he answered and she knew that he was already under the impression that she was a troublesome child. Good, then there wouldn't be time for him to have to figure it out on his own. Of course then it was so much easier to manipulate people.

"The bathroom?" She persisted, quite intent on having her way. She was waiting for him to tell her that he wouldn't take her into his home. Or possibly, that her mother might alter her decision on behalf that she was a child of scorn and violence. Instead, the man simply nodded towards the trees. Yuck! She made a point to jeer at the man as she realized he wouldn't back out on the deal with her mother and she lugged her two durlap bags up the stairs.



"She really is a demon child then, isn't she?" The dwarf asked Lytla's mother and the woman simply nodded solemnly before making a point to slam the door and take her leave. This was rather rude of her, considering she expected the man to watch her child. She wanted more than anything to get away though. Away from that ridiculous child she had never wanted in the first place.

Macabre Sadist

Date: 2008-03-16 13:19 EST
Lytla moved down the stairs, sidling each step as silently as she could on tip toe towards the door. She was just a couple steps from the door and as her hand reached for the knob she turned it slowly, causing it to screech. The dwarf who had been snoring quite loudly jerked awake and she quickly moved outside to hide in a bush.

The older man moved for the door and heard the rustling of the underbrush, "Get out of their this minute." His tones were harsh and commanding, "Go to your room."

"No," she protested and he grabbed her by the scruff of her neck.

"You will not survive on your own so you might as well wait until your old enough. Besides, what am I to tell your mother when she returns for you?"

She wouldn't come and the young child knew it before she had arrived, but she moved her way on into the house. The pure black that took over her eyes completely was wet with tears that threatened to fall. She would not cry, she would not allow for it. Not now, not ever. She crawled back into her bed, having left all of her posessions behind in the first place. The faded quilt was pulled up over her head as a means of escaping the world and holding herself off from it.

What had happened to her based upon her mother's incapability to say no to her father was unfair. She hated her mother with a flamng passion now and it burned deep into her veins. She decided that all humans were like that, easy to get into bed and then ran away when faced with a consequence.

She hated humans....She hated the dwarf who owned this house and just about everything else. Her feet carried her to the window and she toyed with the white ribbon on her nightdress. The glass was pushed outwards and she climbed up onto the roof. Her form curled into a ball and she dragged the quilt behind her before laying it down.

The moon was full in the sky and an odd orange color as well. She looked up at it with a certain longing before she stripped herself of her garments and began to dance before it until every part of her body ached. When she awoke the sun was beating down on the five year old's nude body. The dwarf was outside, screaming her name in a bellowed rumble.

"Shut up!" She yelled back and thrust the quilt down at him as she rose to her feet. The blanket encompassed his form, rendering his vision blocked of her vew for a longer time frame than had he just looked up and been able to see her.

"What in the name of seven hells are you doing" Put some clothes on and get down from there," he demanded.

The little five year old tried to recall what had happened, the moon had somehow seemed to put her in a trance the night before. She hadn't even realized it until she'd noticed her naked little form. She blinked a few times and looked around for a way off the house before acknowledging that the window was open. She must have climbed through it. She picked up her nightdress hurriedly and moved on into her room to put her clothes on quickly.

Macabre Sadist

Date: 2008-03-16 21:47 EST
The five year old was seated at a wooden chair at the small round table with the short statured man standing behind the opposing one. The next ten years would pass in this manner without her mother coming to retrieve her. She was asked to memorize the Dwarven Vows the old man lived his life by. She told him she couldn't remember any of them every single time until the point where she just wanted to get away from him and recited the wretched thing. She often lied through her teeth about recalling the said vows. With her mind she was able to retain vast information for later.

It was on the occasion where she was about ten years old that she stamped her foot and screamed at him that no, she didn't know what the seventh vow was.

He bellowed back, "Goodness and love will always win!"

She called him a liar, telling him that she hadn't broken the law and her mother still left her. She then proceeded to tell him that the vows were pointless. It was one thing to obey the law, but these were strictly guidelines that hardly anyone kept in their mind for a later time. People were raised to believe in something, not tested on their knowledge of stupid quotes from some old geezer.

The man was infuriated with her behavior and sent her off to bed for the night which would be the last day she lived under his roof. Once the sun had set completely and she could hear the vibrations of his snoring through her floorboards she set off. As much of her belongings as she could carry were stored inside her durlap bags and she stole food from the small kitchenette. After which she was finally able to sneak out, the creaking of the door didn't wake the dwark this time.

Despite her dislike for the man she nodded solemnly back at the house, "Goodbye..." The words were soft and she knew he wouldn't miss her at all. She'd been a pain in the neck in hopes of being placed under someone else's care. This just didn't happen which was unfortunate on both their parts because she could have turned out better than she did. Her leave would just lead to worse changes in her behavior.