This raven haired beauty was born to the Tuchuk on the Plains of Turia. She received the name Fyree due to her fiery nature, and temperment. The elders frequently chuckled at the fact that her very first word was 'ki'.

Her father, Renius was a tall, dark, striking man who wore his Courage Scar proudly. Tenuka, Renius's free companion was a reputed physician and haruspex. She was as tiny as Renius was large, with skin that looked like it was born from bosk milk. Tenuka was sought out by many of the tribes for her legendary skills. Fyree spent a lot of time in her mother's harigga learning the ways of the haruspex and healer. In her early teen years she was already an accomplished haruspex and people began to seek her skills as much as her mother's.

Brash, haughty, daring Fyree seemed tireless. When the girl ran free, she would ride kaiila, swim fierce streams, or herd the bosk. One might often even see her at the reins of the wagon. Fearless, she often made her own rules. Despite her pride and her stubborness she showed a ready intellect, and could be quite charming, even at a young age. As she grew, so did her beauty. She steadfastly refused to have her thick knee length hair as much as trimmed by anyone. No man in the tribe ever caught Fyree's eye. Indeed it seemed that no one could tame her.

By the time she was 16 it seemed she would be destined for great things.

Along with thousands of people from the plains, Fyree traveled with the haggia to the Love Wars. The Year Keepers had decreed this particular year to be an Omen year, and therefore, all four tribes would be present: Warriors of the Tuchuks, Kataii, Paravaci, and Kassars each walking in a long line behind their respective lances. The Tuchuk lance that Fyree's family followed bore the four horns of the bosk carved from wood. Her heart swelled with pride as she watched the lance ahead of her. The knowledge that some of her tribesmen would take Turian slave girls within sight of their own city did not bother her in the least.

During the Love War at the Plain of a Thousand Stakes, Fyree was decreed by the unanimous decision of the judges to be First Stake. Manacled to the first painted stake, her malachite eyes full of scorn for the Turian who would fight for her, she watched with no fear the battle between the Tuchuk and the Turian warriors. Yet as the day wore on, it seemed to Fyree that the battle would have no end. She yelled and screamed her encouragement to the Tuchuk for she had no desire to trade her riding leathers for the silks, bells, and perfumes of the slave girl. Straining against the mancles her heart felt like it would stop beating when she saw the Tuchuk fall in defeat.

The Turian who won her saw her fire, her pride, and He swore He would force her to his will, to bend her, break her. He had her trained to be a trainer, had her tutored in the arts of dance, serving, food and drink, but most important to Him, she was trained to be a pleasure slave. The fire she brought to the furs inflamed Him, but the harder He fought to tame her, the harder she fought to stay free of Him. He continued to call her fyree, for He said it suited her far too well. She never submitted to Him, and did everything in her power to thwart Him, suffering punishments, isolation, and beatings. Still, He could not tame her wild, almost savage Tuchuk breast.

Eventually, He tired of her antics, and having just enough love for her to be unable to kill her, He took her back to the very same stake where He fought for her. Despite fyree's struggles He chained her to the pole, locked the bracelets upon her limbs, then placed the key two horts above her at the very top of the pole..just out of her reach. "You sleen", fyree screamed at Him, "You will die the death of a thousand cuts! Sleen!" He looked at the whisp of a girl, threw His head back, laughed, then His eyes went as cold as the gates of Turia as He told her, "If anyone wants you, they can have you." Her blood chilled as He spit on the ground at her feet, turned away and rode off, leaving her without food and water.

fyree never stopped trying to reach the key, jumping, stretching, bruising her wrists and ankles in the attempts knowing she could not possibly survive much longer. Nearing total exhaustion, and dehydration and squinting against the brightness of Tor-Tu-Gor she thought she saw a man approaching her on a kaiila. He was no delusion for He stopped before her, His beast looking at her as a possible meal. But before fyree could utter a word, He casually reached above her and knocked the key to her feet. As she scrambled for the key and frantically unlocked her chains, she did not notice His departure. Knowing not what else to do, she followed Him.

Every quarter of a pasang or so she would find a discarded piece of bread or a small half eaten piece of fruit along His path. Once, there was even a half filled verrskin bota of water from which she greedily drank. She always had Him in sight, but could never catch up to Him. She never found enough food or water for her to travel on her own, but as she followed, there was sufficient to keep her alive.

At the top of a knoll on the edge of the Plains of Turia, littered with supple grasses and some wildflowers, she finally caught up with the handsome stranger. fyree looked at Him clearly for the first time, noticing His piercing green-gold eyes, thick beard, His long thick hair bound by bosk leather thongs. In that instant of recognition and undaunted by the fact that He wore the robes of a slaver, she knew she could not live without Him.

fyree dropped to her knees, crossed her wrists above her, lowered her head, and was about to speak when she heard the animal move. For an instant she considered she might now be only food for His kaiila, but instead she sensed the animal moving away, back into the desert. she knew, that she could not follow, that He did not want her to, but she also knew that she could not live without Him. Her eyes remained upon Him until He was gone, lost into the shifting images of the plains. Pounding her fists on the ground in frustration, she started out on foot in the only direction she could go, towards Ar, living off the land as best she could, aware of the dangers, both man and beast.

Close to death from exhaustion, she stumbled into the city of Ar, and stopped in a tavern, not knowing what to expect. Still the proud Tuchuck, she challenged the owner to test her skills. The Tavern Keeper was not a fool, and quickly saw the value of such a slave. He fed and sheltered her, and made her trainer to His other slaves. Her reputation as a trainer and a dancer soon grew, and many knew of her, admiring her. The tavern owner had His share of offers for her.

As a tavern slave, she met many Masters, and in each face she looked for the green-gold eyes she had seen so long ago. Many kaiila would ride by, she would find a way to look at the rider on each. Finally, when sent upon an errand to a hidden room deep in the lowest floors of an unknown cylinder of Ar, she knelt before a man in the room's quiet darkness. He regarded her and the small bundle she had brought to Him. she, ever the slave, looked only upon the floor, but she could not help but feel drawn to look at Him. Something about Him, familiar, known. Daring a beating and the anger of the Tavern Keeper, she glanced up, to look into the smiling face and the green-gold eyes she had sought so long.

For many months she wore His collar, then an unforseen series of events happened, she had lost His collar! They were separated for a seemingly endless passage hand. After an agonizing separation, she found her way back to Him, swallowed her pride, looked to His handsome visage for an ehn, and threw herself to His feet, knowing she would rather reside in the Cities of Dust then to be without His collar.

She held her breath, her heart thrumming in her chest as He took her back. How her head swam, her heart pounded, so much joy was inside her. Then, He addressed all those present, proclaiming her to be His, challenging anyone to dispute the fact she was His to do with her as He wished. Everyone agreed she indeed was His. He bade her veck, and she did so, standing before Him.

He then removed His collar from her neck once more! fyree's heart sank, her vision dimmed, until she heard His words, declaring her a free woman and asked her to join Him in a companionship. Overjoyed, she willingly accepted, and became as you see her this day..LadyFyree.