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Born somewhere in the vast Northern Forest, Jadefox, a Grand-daughter of a seventeenth generation
exotic slave bred for the trait of vivid emerald green eyes who had disappeared into the forest while being
transported to Torvaldsland. Following the tradition of maternal lineage of the forest women calling themselves Panthergirls;
breeding only with the most handsome captured Warriors, Jadefox was conceived. The girl was raised in relative ignorance
of the harsh city worlds of Gor, her grandmother keeping to herself the shock and horrors of the world "Beyond the Lines"
held for women of the forest.
Educated in all she needed to know for survival; starting fires in various circumstances, hunting, skinning,
tanning, foraging, tracking, self defence, weapon making and maintenance, building living quarters ... yet the outside
world was not entirely unknown. Twice a year there were treks to Exchange Posts, catching glimpses of ferocious bearded
men looking at her uncomforably appraisingly, quite unlike the captured staked-out males at Three Moons dances.
Her world was entirely of the forest, the glades, streams, rivers, trees; seldom seen Outlaws, Travelers,
Merchants, and other Panthergirls in the isolated camps and Exchange Posts. Self sufficient at eighteen, wise to
the ways of surviving in the forest, seeking to prove herself out in "the world" by traveling to the Exchange Post alone,
carrying a stash of treated pelts, three tabuk horns, hoping only to trade for a hatchet, arrowheads, and candy. Captivated
by seeing a sleek boat floating in the river for the first time, and as she stood on the shore, a friendly male asked
if she'd ever been on one. Forgetting in the moment a lifetime of tales of trickery and danger of Free Males, shaking
her head, He offered to show her this "floating home". Surprised at his kindness and generousity, and curious to see,
began to follow Him.
Suddenly stepping in from the side, an intimidating tall black robed man with long silver hair grabbed
the man by the elbow, who suddenly became very unfriendly. The black robed man turned cold ice-blue eyes on her, commanding
harshly, "Are you merely foolish or perhaps you want to feel cold steel around that neck? Take your things and run back to
the forest, girl!".
Snapped back to reality, heart pounding, she nodded, hastily scooping up her things
and literally ran, suddenly aware how ill-equipped she was to survive outside the forest. Pausing for the briefest of moments
at the treeline, they argued and gestured to her, her eyes matching the greenery raked over her rescuer, memorizing that beautiful
silver hair flowing past his shoulders, those blue-ice eyes ... from the shore he looked up to her, with a nod and lifted
spear, she saluted him, thanking him, and disappeared deep into the forest, having been spooked badly.
One year later, traveling to the Outpost, this time with other Panthergirls, much wiser and
leery, bringing amongst other things, two runaway slave girls to trade, her eyes saw the tall male with long silver hair,
his back to them. Her breath quickening, elbowing the woman beside her, asking, "Who IS that One?", the other woman shrugged
and said, "He is called Cernus, His Home is the oldest Slave House in Ar," The girls squeaked and whimpered,
eyes widening in terror hearing His name. Now having a reason to approach him, confident under the protection of
the Post; unaware of normal protocol, she approached him from behind, boldly tapping him on the shoulder.
He whirled, facing her, flashing eyes of emerald fire immediately captured by his cold ice-blue
gaze, a fluttering of heart, breath quickening. Jadefox had no way of knowing what happened at that moment, but on that point,
her future changed.
During his monthly treks to the Exchange Post, putting herself at risk by camping dangerously
close to the treeline, enjoying His company, growing to look forward to it with growing need. Teaching her how
to spar like the Males, enjoying His strong arms and body against her, showing her how to defend and attack, spending hours
just sitting and talking,
When it came time for her twentieth-year rite-of-passage dance, breaking the protocol of Using a stranger,
no desire to go out and capture just any male, fantacizing dancing for him specifically, aching for Him to
find her desireable and beautiful. He was with her the night the three moons were high above; the infamous
Slaver of Ar perhaps the first un-staked still-Free male to witness the unleashed primal frenzy of sexual need of a Panthergirl's
first dance, unstoppable urgent energy directed specifically at him, hungrily taking his essence, part of herself given
to him that night.
Growing inevitabley closer, the days without him growing longer and more miserable, her world lonely without
him, Jadefox began seriously thinking of wrapping herself in suffocating robes and veils to travel to the legendary city of
Ar, in search of Cernus in his world. . . . .
But the time to be with him again was not yet,
and their next meeting would be on totally different terms.
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