Arteria Asseri (Nivel 3) mail warning

The ringing of steel as her blade clashes against another, the bellowing cries of a warrior, and the shriek when flesh is split, speak to her of danger.

The rising roar in the distance, muted and dull.. growing ever louder like the patter of rain upon stone, and unending thunder. It chills her burning skin, it speaks of to her of purpose.

Her mind clears from the fury, the dull thunder turning to roaring cheer.
Her arms lift, to coax it louder as she bellows back.
This is all she wants, this is all she needs. This...was her heaven.

Arteria Asseri of the house Domitia, a well renown name and tale that envokes hushed whispers, drunks to get richer and those pesky children to finally go to bed on time. Standing and a whopping 6'8 from tail to toe with a 30 foot wingspan, she's everything you'd imagine as the the final challenge to an arena, and somehow just as good an 'entertainer' after dark.

(TLDR for those who don't want to read my rather lengthy lore: Enslaved as a child, and sold to a battle arena. Forcibly trained as the "Final Boss" for gladiators, she became a sensation on the sands through her skills both as a combatant and entertainer. She was sold to a wealthy patron and lives a luxurious and decadent lifestyle being rented out as both a fighter and a whore.)

She was born to a pair of dragonkin in a human town long since abandoned. Theirs was not a wealthy family (ironic, aren't dragons supposed to be rich?), but money was of no value when all of nature was at their disposal!...on top of the 400 and so casualties her parents created to obtain it. She cannot remember too much of her early years, only that when she was five, her parents brought her on a trip, travelling down the coast to El'Labia. Short of the city, however, dragon hunters ambushed mid flight. Her parents, and herself, were taken as slaves by the hunters, intended to turn a quick penny inbetween more profitable ventures.

What they hunters (nor her parents for that matter) counted on was the young Dragoness's prowess for fighting. It took two full-grown men to eventually pull her away from her parents, injuring the men's arms several in the process, screaming and flailing in a desperate bid to savage her tormentors. She never saw her parents again.

These hunters whisked her away and sold her to the nearest monster tamers of the bearest Arena. They sped off as soon as they delivered the payment, never to be seen again.

Whilst initially devastated by the loss of her parents, and reluctant to obey the commands of foreigners who now called themselves her masters, she did eventually succumb to the allure of their training. She couldn't understand any of it at first, only how to hurt people. Hard. But her understanding of the world would grow with her, until she turned 20.

Finally of age, she begrudgingly accepted her role as the Arena's final challenge, though still conflicted about the trauma of her past. Just what were her parents doing? Were they safe? Did they... still remember her?

These questions swirled her mind until she blinked. Hands were greased with the sweat and bruises from her opponent...her VERY first opponent...and she won. Arteria was revelling for the first time in the cheers of the crowd. So many people, so many faces. All standing up, waving their arms in the air... Shouting her name. Cheering her. Pride swelled, and she bathed in that adoration, knowing in the moment, that she wanted more. And much more she would receive, for a wealthy human patron was impressed by what she had seen and purchased her, giving the dragon her new name: Arteria Aseria, of house Domitia.

She was showered in luxury, and comparative freedom compared to what she had in the Arena's barracks, and grew to love it more with each victory she brought home...though disdain and envy was always present in the air. To sleep in silken bed sheets, to drink wine from bejewelled chalices, to eat fresh grapes off the vine, and dine on the finest meats and sweets available by night...and to train, to fight, to stand on the sands and earn the glory of having her name roared in approval by day. To her, it was paradise.

But paradise...it often shatters in the span of a night.

She was interrupted from a grand celebration with her "coworkers" as she grew to know them as, summoned by guards and escorted to her to her Mistress room. Honeyed words poured into the battle hardened (but very inexperienced) young dragon warrior. She was to put on private showings for the guests? That in and of itself did not sound so bad, until she was taken into a back room, stripped of her silks, and slathered in oil, like a turkey being basted.

She lost her virginity that night. It was not a pleasant experience and served as a stark reminder that for all the luxury and glory she could enjoy...she was still just property.

There was a noticeable difference in her demeaned from her next few fights. She was much more...uncomposed. Animalistic. She had to be restrained by the guards after she flew into a berserker rage, almost killing her opponent as she kept attacking, long after the arena master had called for an end to the combat. Something was festering in her heart, left her confused.

Something new takes its place when that feeling subsides. Something more...carnal. The next time her mistress summoned her for a private viewing, she was enthusiastic and had seized control of the entire situation...much to the delight of the guests. From there on out, things only got raunchier. She descended into spiralling debauchery. After a victory in the arena, it was not uncommon for her to provide an extra show for the crowd, much to their delight; blood and semen were the orders of the day, and she was more and more inclined to provide.

Even on the rare occasional that Arteria was defeated in the arena, she grew to enjoy even that, as she was taken by the victor, turning her own passions against herself, reversing the situation she so regularly found herself in. And as she grew in experience, she was pitted against monsters and beasts too, displaying a stunning aptitude for that as much as against humans and 'kin. And before long, she was providing after-fight shows with these creatures as well.

She remains by her mistress's side, but often thinks back to her parents. Her dreams become prayers, simply hoping they're still alive.

Strengths: Open combat of any kind, powerful liver function (high tolerance for drink).

Weaknesses: (Quit power gaming, find them out yourself)

Likes: Honourable open combat, headbutting, honest open fucking, being the centre of attention, mutual respect, wine, anything with a cock.

Dislikes: Cowards, cheap shots, large-shield users, empty promises, naivety.

Turn-ons: Monsters, exhibitionism, orgies, rough play.

Turn-offs: Naive types, soppy romantic types, doormat types.