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In an age long forgotten; in a land long since abandoned, a young woman roamed the lands. This young woman mostly kept to herself, only ever speaking when spoken too or if she needing something. When Asked her name she simply said Ava. No-one was prepared for the hate boiling inside the woman, tales would later refer to her as the destroyer. However; those tales and legends always leave out the important details. While Yes Ava was The destroyer, Destined to tear down the heavens themselves. She wasn't alone, and had justifiable reasons to be angry with the Gods. For you see, she was once a God herself. Not many knew her woeful tale; and those that did could hardly believe it, How could their lady Raven, Goddess of the gods themselves cast out her own daughter? Only those who knew Ava knew why, and even then she didn't trust many people with this tale. Our tale truly begins: The fall. --------- There was a crater where Ava had struck the ground, her entire body was covered in cuts and bruises; but otherwise she was fine. Well As fine as one would be after losing their divinity. She stood up with a loud pained groan , her eyes adjusting to the dark landscape around her. Desert. She was stuck in the god Damn Desert. "Fuck you Raven," She growled spotting a small caravan in the distance. Hopefully they would let her sleep for the night, or at least grant her some food and water for the evening. Despite losing her divinity she still had some access to her magic; though admittedly it was limited. She was thankful for her resilient body, as the fall would have surely killed her otherwise. She glanced over her body as she grew closer to the caravan and let out another sigh; Of corse her clothes had burned during the fall. Why wouldn't they? She snapped her fingers and in a bright flash Her body was soon covered with suitable armor and deep red stockings. She had two Broken wings dangling on her back, but she prayed they couldn't see them, it

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would take too much energy to cover them properly; and she was not sure if her wells of magic were infinite any more.

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The Servant woman of the small house of Nora Smith, approached the woman with the red stockings. She could see the beauty and could see a certain kind of sadness in her eyes. She called to her: "Miss, are you need of a place to stay?" She was wearing clothes that denoted her class a servant. Pretty suit that showed off her limbs. Servants could be dressed in whatever wear their masters wanted and her Mistress always had the flare for the lewd and exotic. Odessa Uchida, did not like it, but she could not complain. She was beautiful herself but who would look at her as as suitable when she was dressed in the attire close to that of slaves? Additionally, she was dressed in such clothes to connotate to her the sexuality of her. Free sexuality here meant that she had less agency. It was to remind her, by her Mistress, that she was more object than person. A lesson her Mistress would instill within her with a whip and flogging if necessary. She did not always enjoy the pain but sometimes there was a pleasure in it. After all, she was only human and a mortal. How could she resist such temptations, when her job and purpose was to yield to them? To be defiant here, would be an equation against her existence. Yes, it was pitiful, yet it was all she had come to know. At least, she did not starve. At least, she had some protections. Was the way she soothed herself in her shackles. To be in a golden plated cage, cheap as it were, was still a cage that evaded other monsters. What was there to life then service? Odessa knew not. All she knew was the language of bondage and to be bound in ropes and chains. Getting the pleasurable orgasm even in ferrers; writ in her loins and saliva, a tasty spell of subjugation. She looked at this woman with red stockings and was reminded of a tale of a red hooded being who went to visit a grandmother and almost devoured by a wolf. She wondered then if this girl was the spiritual manifestation of such a tale? Odessa did not know th

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e particulars. All she knew was consequence. And consequence here was; she was the living snare to make this woman come to her Mistress. And she was bound to do the treacherous bidding even if her blood was spilled from the weighted scales of cruelty. @King Spuid the Hooman

The young fallen goddess looked on at the scantily clad woman; this was her first true interaction with any of the beings on Midgar. Well in this physical sense, as a goddess she responded to prayers of all kinds. There was something about this whole scenario that Ava didn't like, however she was in no position to turn down any help. She may have been an embodiment of chaos itself, but she wasn't stupid. Her broken wings hung low on her back, a dead reminder of the transgression against her, "I'd Appreciate that," Ava sated simply, "If I could have someone look at my wounds, that would be lovely." She took a small breath in, how would she explain her dead wings? 'Oh these? I'm from the plane above, Orion. Yes! In fact I am the goddess of Change," The statement ran though her mind before deciding against it; probably best not to advertise who she was. Mother probably already informed her followers she was down here, and that would only lead to more death. "Might I ask your name?" Ava cradled her injured body, it had only been a few hours since impact but it was clear that something was broken inside her. Thank god for her waning divinity; the damage would have been so much worse.

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She could not believe how nonchalant this woman looked. Odessa marvelled at the beauty even in the wounded state. A part of her was jealous because she did not understand how someone could look so good while being this injured. It was as if The God and The Gods were all making her realise how weak she was in contrast to other beings. Mistress Nora fed her well, she did not lack any nutrition because she wanted Odessa to look plump in the right places and have very good skin. The tissues and layers of fat were also meant to entice, with her tapered enough waist. To the ones she wanted skinny, she fed them less. Once, she had wanted to see what a girl would look starved and hungry, with ribs out and did exactly that. "You cannot meet my Mistress, without being tending to...you need to be cleaned and obviously patched up." Odessa spoke this with some form of anger in her tone. Being healthy was another torment, meant death did not come over quicker. She looked at the Angelic like faced and asked, plain and a slight pertubed: "Why do you have wings, are you form of Hybrid? I do not mean offence. Though if you are part Harpy, it would be something strange. I have learned Harpies need to mate with humans or humanoids to get children that look more humanoid as well. Though, I do not know of such things." Perhaps, this is why her Mistress Smith had wanted this woman? She was a rare prize then. Not that there were not other Harpies around but the fact was that not many of them became as beautiful. Some of them kept too many avian qualities and made a mess of their nests and had limited intelligences and could usually be bred to be sex slaves. Many people wanted more variety and challenge, and got bored by the cantankerous sex beings who were like dumb parrots. This one, well, she was definitely not dumb nor was she was ineloquent. There was something about her that bred heritage and class and a lineage. Odessa already hated her with an envy. After al

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l, she had only been a maid to be trained. Then she was assaulted by a lord. When she had demanded justice she was sold to be be a slave. So, most of her life, she had lived as a sexual slave. She had rebelled all she had can and had lived as a sexual pet since she was twenty. She had been changed hands and goods, as one did some goats in the butcher's shops or markets. Though, she had seen the kindnesses of many shepherds and knew that such a kindness was not given to her. She could not really belong. Five years ago, she had been an emaciated wreck. She was starving herself more or less and no amount of beating7 would get her to comply. Soon, she was given to one of her first female owners, Mistress Nora Smith. Nora had given her some affection and food. Odessa was grateful and in this gratitude was their a manipulation and exploit. She had not known and would soon know. Being bred as a slave for most of her life, she had gotten used to this. The idea that kindness could be manipulation, that wanting obedience was a way to get her to be less trouble. She had succumbed to the gilded pleasures of her Mistress. She was like The Fox who had learned to be what their nature was indoctrinated as, as anything else was not accepted. Mistress Nora Smith was not kind, she was the epitome of cruel. Yet, as she was a favourite pet, she knew her Mistress would not easily sell her off. She knew that if she was obedience and righteous to Mistress Smith, she would be lauded and loved as someone would love a nice hairbrush. Though, she was worried now by this one. She knew she would be hard to compete against. "My name is Odessa Uchida. What is your name again?"

She was running into the town and some of the people were already on her ass — telling her to slow down. She was not going to. She had a mission and she was indebted to her Captain to find out as much as possible. She had caused no ruckus and had been dutiful to Captain Thakur. As an Avatar, Korra had been known her early 20s, until she had gone away and retired and let another Avatar, by the name of Kuvira Song, take a more public eye. Besides, she felt she could do more being part of a specialised forces than someone who was always between performativity in public. She was sometimes called now "The Erstwhile Avatar" and she was fine with that label. Being nomadic suited her, though she knew she had to reach out and find time to either use some spectre, call or write a handwritten letter to her beloved friend (Though in all honesty, she was wondering if there was something more there), Asami Sato. Asami was always willing to lend a ear and had offered to join her task force, and make someone else by the name of Zhu Li, the CEO of her company. Korra wondered if she wanted Asami along and knew she would be a valuable asset to the team. As an inventor and aviatrix, she knew Asami would be pivotal for many things. A long time ago, when she had been in her teens, Asami had been saddened to know her Father was one of the leaders of the Equalist movement. A movement hated humans with esoteric skills such as magic and bending elements. They were alright with alchemy but hated Witchcraft, Magic, Bending and any form of things not necessarily invented. To them the pantheistic and paganistic world, a world where Goddesses, Avatars and relics of religions and syncretisation was holding them back and also created wealth disparities. She had done a lot to combat her own father. Well, her sacrifices made a short term interim Mayor of The Republic, a city borne by the union of the Goddess Mao and her Avatar Song. She sighed as she looked at the electric gauntlet

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, a relic itself from Equalists, made with green and blue and flecks of red and yellow and gold linings as a conduction. She could lightning bend but getting a gauntlet helped her a lot. Worked wonders when she did not wish to exhaust herself. It was a less ostentatious as Asami has made it so she did not get robbed. She decided to call on Chief Amon and ask him what was the progress. As she got into the station, it seemed too quiet. Well, it was a day of relief, a weekend half-day., Though, she had expected some more officers. "Avator Korra, are you here for Thakur, again?" "Yeah. Can you give me the Files on you know, Nora Smith?" "Korra, this will not at all end well." The Former Leader of The Equalists, now a Chief in Mollis, a pleasure city for aristocracy, with a huge ghetto and slum issue. She knew some people of Charities and health had been trying to change the way it worked. Yet, the world had divides where slavery was allowed and not. With her own people, The Southern Tribe of the Poles, it was not allowed. Though, their Sister Tribe, of The North, allowed some of it. "I know. I am planning on it." Korra smirked, her wicked grin, "Do you think I am here to make friends? Nora Smith has been an abusive sadist and I am going to prove it." "Korra, Mollis allows pleasures such as these. Despite, my conflicted nature on some forms of Bondage and BDSM. People work in these spheres and it is an open market. I cannot make an arrest on someone merely for having less than vanilla sex." Amon looked at her and blinked, "This makes you look like a prude like that last president of the Republic before Asami took over and reinstated the Council system with Presidents than one." "It is not that she is a sadist and Domme that makes me look at her. Captain Thakur has said that she is someone who has been constantly killing and dumping bodies. And, she has abused and domestically harangued many men and women. You know this is illegal." Korra looked pissed.

"It has less to do with her being Mistress in both Bed and Title and more with her horrible ethics as a person. She also seems to do Blood bending and alchemy on her poor Slaves, Pets and Submissives. One of them tried to kill themselves by cutting off their own limbs. We cannot overlook her influence and how she is as a person. You and I both know this." Korra made herself coffee in the small kettled powered by steam and was an invention of Future Industries, Asami's company. She was drinking black coffee with brown sugar as she paced and seemed to emphasize the points to Amon, who looked at paper work and seemed to sigh. He knew Korra was not wrong. Though being right was somewhat useless here. "She still you know, a leader. Of Mollis. We have to be careful. If we piss her off. It is game over for even you. You have not been an active Avatar for a while. And being a Nomadic one does not mean you cannot face a Trial by your peers. Avatar Allura and Avatar Kuvira would not be pleased even if they do not like Mollis's system of politics much. Avatar Kyoshi only accepts it because her partner, Rang has to work here as a general of the region." Korra looked livid. She hated that asshole Nora Smith. There were rumours she was part of a larger organisation, who had ties to overthrowing certain Priests, Nobles, Gods and even Spirits. She needed information on that to expose Nora and have her jailed. Though right now, exposure did not seem so great. "You know, you taught me Amon, public exposure has some limits. When I tried to show you were a Water Bender, people did not believe me. Though, I am not sure if people are going to disbelieve Nora. I think people will support her. I am worried that such an exposure would lead her to have more allies than enemies. Making her leave Mollis, well that is a start." Korra drank her coffee and looked outside the window. There were blue and pink cherry blossoms in Mollis. It was really a pleasure city. She wondered if she sh

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ould asked Asami to come along. Would she had wanted to come along? She did not know much. All she knew was that Asami had asked once and she had declined and Asami did not pester her with her: Did I fuck up? God and Gods I hope not! "Korra, maybe you need the files. Just be careful. Also I think someone will join you soon. You know the eager Blonde girl?" Amon was stacking papers and reading them for Korra. "I think she is a protege for Captain Thakur." Korra almost choked on her coffee, "Wait, she is going to come here." Korra did not look too pleased and just sighed, "Fucking hell." @King Spuid the Hooman

"AvaG-" The young goddess almost spoke her true name, her holy name, Thankfully she cought herself and shook the thought away. A common name would suffice, at leas until she could trust these women, "Ava Changebringer, however Ava Shall suffice." The first question threw Ava off, a hybrid? She took a few moments to recall what she was taught on Orion; many monsters did roam on Midgard... most needed to breed with humans to make more humanoid young, well at least in appearance. "I-I am unsure," Her voice was steady despite the lie, "I Must have lost my memories in the accident I had." Another lie, she knew that this would be a trend, so why stop now? She looked back at her wings as they drug uselessly though the dirt. "I believe mo- I mean Lady Raven cursed me with being one of these 'Hybrids', though I dont think I am a harpy." She reached down and attmpted to pull the useless apendage out of the dirt, but a sharp pain shot though her entire body as she did so. Clearly the nerve endings were still active. The fallen goddess almost colapsed to the ground due to the pain, god damn her! After the pain subsided, Ava stood her body clearly weak due to the intense pain, "I-I must have taken more damage then I thought. Are you certain They will be able to help?" She was still skeptical and in her state she wouldn't bealbe to really Fight. She was mostly mortal now, and even then with her injuries... anyone could easily overpower her.

The dark skinned barbarian followd closely behind her honor bound master. Stix was a warrior of few words, but followed the Teachings of Avagalion Chaos-Bringer to the letter. Her religion was all about loyalty, honor, but never being afraid of change. Chaos was the natural state of the world, anything diffrent was not. Despite this however, her teachings forbid her from abandoning the one who saved her. The one who changed her life. "Madam Kora, This one requests to join you," Stix's strange manner of speech always caught the attention of those around her. It was... almost unnatural? "As This one is honor bound to madam Kora, Stix wants to be there for their Mistress," The pround barbarian paused to produce her strange weapons flipping them in the air, "Stix's blades crave blood, far too long have they tasted the love of Blood of one of Madam's enemies." A few of The guards in the guard house couldn't help but snicker at the poor barbarian woman. A look of confusion crossed her face, had she said something funny? "Has this one made a statement meant to be humorous? Stix never intended such words, this one is always serious about battle!" @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

She had been meaning to ask Commander Korra on how she managed to fell the Notorious Nora Smith. She was super happy to be chosen for this mission. The Captain, who sits a head above their Commander, had spoken it to be. Not to mention working with The Famed Avatar of Spirits was something she could not deny. Adrianna Belfast was only twenty one and she looked like it too. With her cherubim sort of face and the sort of ways she evoked the sense of cuteness. She was also a cyborg with steam-powered parts. Something their world was well known as the new laser tech was sometimes still hard to maintain. She was skillful in metal bending but everything else was new to her and not at all something she had mastered. Hence her augments were well appreciated. She was going to the office, happiness in her steps when she was looking at — a strange woman, a bit darker than Korra, bit exceedingly beautiful and powerful. She looked like a Blue Mage, those infamous warriors who were noted to be like Will of the Wisps. She could have asked if she was a resident of Mollis, as she went in also to talk to Chief Amon. A man who showed the kindness and sovereignty of Avatar Korra, as she had not thrown him in a life of infinite servitude. Only to hear the words of the woman and sneer at her. Jealousy and envy crept in and hungered her heart. There was no way she would be replaced by someone else! Deep inside, her loyalty and crush knew no bounds. How could she not — look at Korra Sacral Kallik! She was a beauty and also someone whose was wise and brave! "Korra Sacral Kallik! It is I Adrianna Belfast!" She walked in with a salute and gave the Barbarian a look of a subtle challenge. "I am pleased to be here for you." She smiled and obviously did not look much at the one called Stix. For her, Korra was everything at the moment. Aside Captain Thakur, Korra was the only ones in her eyes. She was mostly lesbian and loved strong women. She also loved how Stix looked but she w

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as more in love with well...Korra.

Korra Sacral Kallik was her name. The Sacral was an honourary middle name she had been given by The Republic after she had saved it many times in her 20s. She could only look Stix with a smile: "I respect your customs, Stix. I can just say that albeit they are somewhat foreign to me. As Avatar I have been served by many people yet an oath such as yours is still new to me. So, it may take me some time to get used to what you are saying and how you are doing things." She would have been happily drinking her coffee with no care in the world, only to hear of the protégé Amon mentioned come forth. "Oh, Adrianna, you are here." She says this with some disappointment. Stix, she would happily have. This chick? Well, she had obvious mixed feelings. Korra knew the way Adrianna looked at her was also in ways of a crush. She did not feel much for the younger woman. She actually missed Asami. And...well, there was someone else too. Though Adrianna was not any of them. "Stix." She turned her attention to the taller woman warrior, looking at slight crestfallen Adrianna, "It is just your manner of speaking is a bit different from the common tongue. It beckons a formality of the older days of tribes in the Swamps and The Earth Kingdoms, Fire Nations now Fire Democracies and also you know The Poles. It is not a speech that is common anymore. Also, to speak of bloodshed is common amongst warriors but not normal citizens." Amon looked at Stix, "Yes, and saying you crave blood won't go down well in Mollis. As the," Amon knew the words, "Warchief here, I can tell you many of the peoples here are not warriors. They will not take your words as rites of passage but as a threat and an insult. You should try your best to mimic Korra and to you know learn of the lay of the land. As they say, when in Jotunheim." Korra nodded as The Poles dealt a lot with Frost Giants and they too had their ways and she could understand them as well. Warrior clans and people who spoke of blood ri

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tes and trials by frost and fire. She could not change Stix but she could obviously guide her with a softer hand to how to know the customs of the land.

Nora Smith, sexual, sexy, cunning and rich, with untold wealth, comfortable manor and a serene disposition, seemed to unite some of the most economic of stances in existences; and had lived twenty-six years with little to vex her that she could not conquer with a whip and a blade.

Citizens feared her for her talents of blood and she was feared due to her money and connections. She was not one to hold back her mirth and cruelty. She would walk the streets with a pet on a leash when she wanted. In Mollis, some of these practices were allowed in some places, where children were forbidden to enter. The pleasure streets were only for eighteen year olds and due to some of its pleasure distracts and having a section called Bath akin to the city Bath in Londonia, children hardly came to Mollis or stayed long. Nora had always been one to enjoy breaking others. When she was a young girl she would attempt to tell her servants to listen to her and if they did not she would cane them. The older people would be surprised by her brutality. They did not understand how one child could seem this evil. She knew from a young age, when she saw her mother slapping her father and getting punched in her face, teeth knocked out. That power was the only dominate language of the world. With it one could be a mortal God or even ascend. This was the language she knew best and this was the language she was going to profit from. She had seen signs in the sky, though, of something new coming. There had been whispers on the grapevine on someone coming down from the literal Heavens. Someone who had lost their place. If the rumours were true of some Fallen Angel, she could not wait to show them the bane of their new existence. To teach them the Fall was not Fortunate but that to be graceless was to be savage. She had no sympathy for unseated Immortals for she did not like to see people throw away their power so quickly. Whatever she had gathered may have been a birth right, yet she expanded and made it larger than it once was and she could not see how someone would look at the ideas of birth and nobility as not meaning to labour even a little bit. Sadism was all about labour; you cannot be a a sadist if you were lazy. This is what she thought. One had to understand

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h [14:30] ow to lead the pain and pain needed to be kinetic befor it stunned and immobilised you. To be knocked out requires force before the inertia. To be made passive requires an active domination. She started to touch her wet pussy thinking of all the ways she would breath the new girl in. She could not waste time and wait to taste those pussy folds and then spank and whip it and taste the blood from there as well. To abuse the clit until the one Angel could cry as orgasms rushed and went. She would make her a beautiful mess of herself. A degradation to anything Holy and Sacrosanct. And in the mess of sweat, blood and cum she will learn tom love being a cute pet on a leash. One she would happily parade in the streets of Mollis. With her vacant face full on unbridled lust. Telling people to look at her pierced nipples and clip and being a complete whore. It would be so awesome making this cute angel into a dog to be cum on and spit on. She came with the image and waited for her favourite, Odessa, to bring in the wench.

I am sorry. Odessa was ashamed. She knew she was leading Ava to the ghoul's den and she did not know what way to... "Okay...I will give you some money I have. You should stay the night at the inn." What are you doing?! No! You are going to —NO! "I do not think you will like Mistress Nora Smith. She is not a woman to...to be be liked. I think you are better off." Odessa struggled to speak. She knew she was possibly signing off her death warrant. However, she did not understand why she was doing this. It's because those wings have pain and you hate to think what will happen to them. This was true. She did not know what to say but the last thing she wanted was to be part of someone's inevitable torture.

"Oh there you are Odessa. You were taking some time bringing our Guest over so I decided to scurry over and see what was taking so long." There was a strong grip on Odessa's face. One that was more warning. Then soothened it, "I am sorry, but Odessa sometimes plays pranks and gets confused." She immediately spanked her Pet's ass, making Odesa tremble. Odessa could not help but moan a bit. The way Nora knew how to touch her and break her. Her Mistress was a sadist but seemed to know to give her pleasure. Nora caressed her ass and soon kissed her in view of Ava, Deep, tongued kisses and soon, pushed aside her leotards' bottom to the side and pushed some fingers in. "There..." Nora kissed and fingered Odessa right in front of the Fallen one. "Good Girl. Good Girl. I know you love obeying me." Odessa could only whimper as her Mistress slowly and lovingly touched and caressed her pussy and gave it such a wonderful pump. "Odessa has always been my favourite." Odessa almost whined as her Mistress pulled out denying her an orgasm. She sucked off Odessa's pussy juices and slurped on them with a noise that was a growl. Possessive and also loving her favourite's pussy. She did love Odessa in a way. She always wanted her Favourite Pet's pussy and body. Wanted Odessa to cum so hard she passed out. Odessa made her have feelings, which she hated but somewhat loved Odessa around to keep her. "Welcome, My Lady. I am Mistress Nora Smith. Commander of This Manor." A Fox boy wearing short shorts and a tank top came and helped her wash her hands with soap as Odessa whimpered and fixed her slave dress. Nora scratched the young man's head and then extended a hand, "It is a pleasure to meet such a Beauty as yourself." @King Spuid the Hooman

Stix simply frowned, "It was never this one's intentions to Insult Warchief Amon," Her blades slipped beneath her fur dress with out a sound, "Stix shall do better to not alarm those, as you say, citizens." The barbarian hailed from a tribe far to the east; her warchief sent her on a journey to find out why their goddess had stopped speaking to them.. Why Avagalion Chaos-Bringer was silent. Her head cocked to one side as Adrianna began speaking, her odd mannerisms simply perplexed Stix. Three weeks since she became Honor bound to Madame Korra Sacral and this entire civilized world. Well it was what most deemed to be 'civilized', Stix prefered her life in The tribe... But alas She could never return unless Korra died. Stix bowed when Adrianna looked her way, she was attractive. Why hide her body? "This one is pleased to meet the one known as Adrianna," She took a breath in as she produced a small pristine blade. "This one would like to extend a token of this one's friendship. It is a holy blade of Stix's tribe. As The one known as Adrianna is friends with Madam Korra, Stix must extend some form of peace offering." Stix looke back at Ammon, her head cocking to the side once more, "You've been to Jotunheim Warchief Ammon? This one Understood that it was difficult to climb the Tower Of Babel, or even descend. Jotunheim is above Orion isn't it?" There was another laugh from some of the other guards, "Is she fucken stupid?" Someone called as they gathered their things for patrols, "Good luck with this one Korra sounds like you got your work cut out for you. Maybe you can call Asumi to come teach this savage our ways."

"You think she's a savage eh?" The crimson bounty hunter couldn't help but laugh at this guard. The balls on this guy, insulting not only A follower of Avagalion but an Honor bound servant of the Legendary Korra Sacral, "I was here simply to get a job from Ammon, but now I'm invested in the beat down this guard is about to receive." His crimson form shimmered, blue cold flames began licking the air around him in anticipation of what was about to transpire, "When In Jotunheim is a figure of speach Stix,"Kite stated before hopping over the counter seperating the Civilians from the rest of the law enforcement, " and just because she's a savage doesn't mean shes Stupid." "I've seen her Tribe fight in battle, and let me tell you they are good. Nearly killed the most recent Avatar due to their overwhelming numbers and tactics," He finally noticed the odd looks he was getting before chuckling, "WHere are my Manners. Name's Kite, and I'm here to help Take down that Nora lady?"

"What do yo-"Ava started before they were interrupted by Nora. Something was clearly off about this whole situation, and when The Lady assaulted Odessa, Ava knew this was a mistake. Her body reacted as it would have if she was in Orion, leaping in to a fighting stance, followed by her pulling out her Divine blades. However this would fail. Her body was wracked with intense pains, and besides her divine blades were lost; somewhere in any of the ten planes. Her mother most likely has them, gloating down on the poor fallen goddess, in a foreign place with no means of protection. How funny. "L-let them go!" Ava gasped, her body screaming in agony as she looked up at Nora. Her injured form caused her to begin coughing up small amounts of blood; splattering the floor. Damn it! She was at the mercy of this foul woman, her injuries prevented her from doing anything more then bow. She felt her magic beginning to disapate; too much pain to focus on keeping the meager illusion of clothes on her body. Soon it too faded; allowing Nora and all of her slaves to see Ava's Naked Broken body. "Wh-what are you going to do to me? Break me like the rest of your slaves?" Ava spat Nora before trying to stand. THe small movement caused more pains to assault her very core, but she pushed though them, "You'll fi-find I'm not like your other pets." @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

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Nora did not look impressed. She looked at this woman with the fallen wings and trying to get a fighting stance. And, she smiled. A very cruel smile tinged with an artificial kind of sweetness. Then without a moment to really make the others realise what was happening — she stepped one of the broken wings of Ava and twisted her foot. "Now, are you going to behave, or do I have to make point further?"

She did not like this woman and she looked at the gift with some disdain. "If that is precious, why are you giving it to me, a stranger?" Adrianna was curious because she did not genuinely understand. She had slightly the Tribeswoman and as she is not even a friend. And, precious heirlooms of a family cannot be given away to someone else. So, why was she giving her this one? Was this some sort of trick? She could not be sure and she did not like it. It made her feel smaller than she already was and she hated it.

The Avatar Korra looked at this new person Kite, who had already spoken before she could. She made an air wind blast that knocked the officer who made the rude comment on Stix, right on the wall. Amon did not say anything, rather he smiled. "I will not have that tone in this police station! All you pedigreed pissants can go and fuck yourselves!" They did look frightened as Korra was not one to be messed up. "Which Avatar did they beat then? You know we are around four? I am the Avatar of Spirits, The Avatar of Iron is Song Kuvira, The Avatar of Fang is Zhou Kiyoshi and then there is the Avatar of Order Reizen Taki." As with many traditions, the family names of the Avatars came first, though Korra's culture did not always practice the same thing. Then looking at him, "You do know, right, Mr. Kite, I cannot take a Bounty Hunter with us. This an official business and we cannot pay you handsomely." "Yes, Kite sometimes comes here and he takes the jobs no one wants. He has his uses and skills. Though, I do not know why you would need someone like him around. After all, you seem to have Adrianna and Stix." As Amon spoke this, he was drinking coffee and filling out some papers. Korra noticed Adrianna tried to hide her anger and disappointment, "Adrianna, you should take the gift Stix was giving you. You should not be unkind and impolite to our guest and visitor. You are from the honoured Belfast House of The Republic. You should act like it." The last words were meant to maim a bit as she knew her overeager, and on her side unwilling, self-proclaimed protégé would not be too happy being chastised in front of everyone on her manners being unpolished as it was this modicum of indecency that would not make her, her name.

Odessa looked away in shame. She was the cause of Ava's pain. She did not know what else she could have done. She had already gotten a whipping four days ago and she knew if she did not heal, she would been too tired to work and would have died from the exhaustion. The other option was being kept in her Mistress's pain basement in a Bondage Iron maiden. Made to suffer vibrations and cry as she was forced to cum and be overstimulated.

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She could not look at this woman's plight as she saw Nora step and twist her already broken wings. "I am so sorry...I am so sorry Ava," She was miserable and did not know how to handle this misery.

The Fox Boy or Young Man looked at how their Mistress tortured the new pet. He too had been found by her in some alley and she had taken him home. Fed him and gave him a warm place to sleep. Only to wake up in a cage and whipped and told to be obedient. He could only whimper seeing this woman, Ava, being tortured.

She grabbed a tuft of feathers and, to the shock of Odessa and Ren, ripped them off. The blood from the mutilated wings fell fresh across her face and also on her shoes and dress. She slapped Ava, "Look what you did, you messed up my pretty new dress. Aren't you a bad guest?" Nora giggled a bit and then stepped on the other wing. No one was around, and no one would dare intervene when Mistress Nora was discipling a pet. As she stepped on the wing, she twisted and pushed on it. She did so and then before any of them could ascertain what was happening, she started pulling so hard that the flesh gave away — muscles, tissues, veins, cartilage and bones appeared. Ren started wrenching, the poor Fox Boy looked like he was going to puke. Odessa looked horrified: "Mistress! Stop!" Well, like the fuck Mistress Nora would listen. A quarter of Ava's left wing was instantly ripped and she stepped on the nerves hanging on the loose bones as well. Stepped on the dripping bloody capillaries and slowly pulled them, plucking them with her toes. She had taken off her shoes and then the wetness and the sound of slick, sluck, slick, sluck permeated the air. Ren rushed to a potted plant and started wrenching out in vomit as Odessa fell to her knees, weeping and shaking. Nora then ripped that part out and smiled at Ava: "I think you will behave now, won't you, little Fallen one? I am sure you will." @King Spuid the Hooman

The pain that exploded across Ava's spine was unimaginable. She could feel the nerves of her wings being torn in two, blood pooling beneath her. "Stop! please fucking stop!*" she cried as she attempted to pull away; only resulting in more of her useless wings being torn off. "I'll fucking do anything just stop god damn it!" Tears were streaming down her face now, her once beautiful gray wings were now nothing more then shattered bones and raw skin flayed out on the ground beneath this brute's feet. Ava looked up at Nora, visions of her mother flashed before her eyes. THis was Lady Raven Personified; cruelty and all. "You've spoken with her haven't you?" She finally managed, "You *had to of, how else did you know I've fallen from Orion?" She coughed up more blood collapsing to the ground once more, "What else are you going to do to me? torture me like my mother wished?" The fallen goddess couldn't take the pain any more, and soon she was enveloped in inky darkness.

He simply shrugged when asked directly about which Avatar was overwhelmed, "I couldn't tell ya, it was only a rumor I heard." Kite leapt off the counter before looking over at Amon and shrugging, "I have my reasons for wanting this one Amon, I'm even willing to do this Non-grata; no payment." It was a rarity that Kite turned down a job, but even rarer still that he did one Non-grata. Kite had a long list of vices; and all of them required money. HE glanced over at the avatar and her two companions, "so what say you, will you let me join your posse for this job? I can help you reign in Adrianna?"

Stix was a little hurt that Adrianna didn't take the blade from her, it was a simple tradition to pass between new allies. While she didn't preform this tradition with Kora, that was a special situation. Kora was her master, she didn't need to be gifted a blade. It was just known that they were allies now, even if she didn't have the blade to prove it. "This one means on offense to the one named Adrianna. The blade is simply a symbol of us being companions. If Adrianna were to go to the tribe that Stix is from and present it; Adrianna would be treated like one of tribe," Stix swallowed hard as she offered the blade once more, "If Adrianna is offended by Stix's actions Stix means no insult." When it was clear Adrianna wouldn't take the blade from her Stix simply placed the bladed in Korra's Pack. "if Madam Korra decides later to give the one named Adrianna the blade of companionship, Korra may. Stix Takes your refusual as a misunderstanding of this one's customs." Stix took a small breath in before shaking the feelings away, "WHen shall we leave? This one would love to see the manor housing this Nora."

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"What the fuck is this cunt babbling about?" Nora did not like how defiant this woman was even when she was being tortured. "Well, I need to have some breaking in to do." Odessa and Ren looked at Nora and knew they were supposed to prepare her. Nora smiled as her neighbours went back to their houses. She did not have many as the Elite in Mollis. Though all of them knew not to be pissed her off. The sight of a poor hybrid woman being tortured right outside made many look away and rush inside degusted. It was always the curious ones, or the blatantly horrified, who stayed and watched from start to finish.

Adrianna did not like being chastised By Avatar Korra. Lady Korra was...she was something else. She did not mean to be rude or offensive to the Barbarian. And in all honesty, did not like these haughty police officers telling Stix she was a savage. It did not seem right. Nor did it seem appropriate. It was actually very cruel. Sure, she did wish to be upstaged but she did not want to be discriminatory and racist either. When she did not know Stix was offering her the blade again she actually took it from Korra's pack: "I am sorry Lady Stix...I..." She did feel some shame. She had acted out of jealous instinct rather than fairness. If Avatar Korra was vouching by her, she should give the tall warrior woman a chance. "I am honoured to receive this gift from you and I will cherish." The cute, blonde young woman smiled at Stix and then decided to listen to what her Commander Korra had to say. She knew they needed to do a good mission. For the pride of Mollis and their Elite Team, Avicenna.

Korra wanted to say something only to be interrupted by Chief Amon. "Korra, it seems we have been told by the upper brass not to interfere with Nora." "WAIT! WHAT??" Korra immediately looked angered, "What do you mean? We need to take her out —" "Don't shoot the messenger." Amon spoke and then looked at Stix, "That is also a saying. Where we are meant to respect chains of commands and know that the person who delivers a message, is not the same as those who ordain them." "This isn't a good time for a phraseology lesson." Korra clenched fists and looked livid, trying to control her temper, "Why can we not attack Nora Smith? Who gave the order? I am sure it was not Captain Thakur." "No it was not Captain Thakur, Korra, it was the Lady who pretty much gives you the wealth and maintainance to run this task force that you and Captain Thakur commands." When Amon says this, Korra's face looked somewhat defeated. "Wait, Lady Fortuna Maxima Salieri?" Korra looked in absolute disbelief. Adrianna looked dumfounded too. It did not seem characteristic of their Lady to do this. Well, not like this. "What happened?" "It seemed there had been some ongoing investigations in the House of Salieri and the House of Smith had accused Salieri for vying for their ships in the ports. You know Salieri and Smith have had such an intense shipping rivalry throughout." Amon seemed to be telling details for others rather than just Korra and Adrianna. He drank some of his coffee and looked pissed himself. "We have been told to wait for a while. The reason being if we expose Nora now. She will gladly escape. She will use the investigation as a ploy to make you look bad and act like it was a designed effort by Avicenna by the directives of the House of Salieri to sabotage the House of Smith." "This is the kind of shit show I did not want." Korra snarled in rage and then looked at Kite, "Don't you dare do anything. I am pretty sure some officers here would tip off tha

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t you were here wanting to do something and you got cosy with us. This is an otrage." Korra had to admit, Nora seemed two steps ahead at times. Though, why? Sure we could have cracked down her manor. However, it would still time for her to get to jail and there is a chance she may not. So, what is the main issue here. Why all this planning? Korra seemd to genuinely thing. Something felt off. She did not like it.

"It seems to me you may have to send us after all. Or, what do you want to do? I know you wish to send Captain. But we are your dark guard and not Thakur." Macbeth Salinger, 6'4, looked at Lady Fortuna Maxima Salieri, who was deep in thought and drinking wine.

"I do not think we should leave Avatar Korra by herself. Adrianna Belfast may be obedient as she was from a regional noble family. I just do not Korra Sacral Kallik would take anything laying down. She will figure out there are some other things in play." The other woman, 6'2, with similar horns like Macbeth looked at their leader. "You know we have seen Rowena Cyril in those parts and her family has always been tied to the Smiths. Should we not investigate and try to understand the anomaly better?"

"We already have our suspicions. It is quite credible input. One that Nora is not aware of. This lack of knowledge from Nora is what we will be using against her. This one time, her taking steps ahead, does not really benefit her and does favour us. She has no idea she has trapped Goddess Avagalion. We need to get her." Then drinking wine, "I have no interest in helping Goddess Raven, her mother. I do think Raven favours too much of the Crest of Thorn Roses too much. That group, which has The Smiths, does do her manty earthly favours. I want to make a contract, a Holy seal, with Avagalion. After all, such acts had been done with mortals and gods since the universe began." Fortuna smiled, "Though one of you must stop Korra and the other should go and get me intelligence and perhaps secure Avagalion. Korra cannot be involved. I cannot let this trial go bad. So please, do your jobs as my Left Hand and deal with it."

She heard what that Kite stated and soon her augments became visible as she rushed towards him and steam charged with electricity seem to pulse through the air as her blue eyes glowed like unearthly coals. She smashed the wall next to Kite and a fragment cut his cheek. "How dare you talk to me like that?! I am one of the Nobles of the House of Belfast you Swine! Next time you wag your tongue like that it will my foot smashing your face in!" Adrianna was fury unchained. The impudent bounty hunter should learn his place. @King Spuid the Hooman

She looked at Odessa and Ren and seemed to be perplexed: "What does this Bitch mean? What Mother?" Was there something here Fortuna had not spoken to her or many people of the Conclave? She was seriously feeling some information was purposely withheld from her. "Odessa, are you not telling me something?" The dangerous look Nora gave, made Odessa get so scared. "No Milday. There is nothing I have hidden!" Odessa desperately explained, "I am telling you the truth, I -" Nora punched her face earning a yelp from Ren Hana, The Flower Fox looked devastated, "Please Mistress! Do not harm Odessa! I am sure she is speaking the truth!" "I will cut off your tail, Fox!" Nora picked up Odessa, who had fallen, by her hair, "You think I do not know that you lie, Odessa?" Twisting her hair and getting a cry of pain, "You lie so much. You were telling this cunt to run off. If I see you lying again. Well, you are going to be put in the Pleasure Ironmaiden." Odessa sobbed and nodded as she could only cry. Knowing the threat of Lady Nora Smith was always paid in full. Ren helped her up as she moved aside and told them to hurry up and get Ava inside. @King Spuid the Hooman