The Bestiarix

When Airin was first introduced to the crown prince, her first reaction to the prospect of being his concubine was to bite out his throat.

While she would be definitely punished for regicide, the empire itself would be even more humiliated if they carry out her sentence. Indeed, having the people talk about how the prince killed by a mere slave girl --and in chains-- while the prince himself was surrounded by guards was far more than they royal family could bear to stomach.

Again, the princess gave a suggestion. Surely, if this girl was savage and skilled enough to assassinate her brother, she would provide great entertainment in the coliseum.

Not a word was spoken about her crime. Aside from being locked in a cell, she was not met with any punishment, as the guards would definitely want to know why someone as beautiful as her deserved a savage beating. Her only indignity was to leave her without a stitch of clothing for her jailers to gawk at... and many paid with their now empty eye sockets the price of coming too close to the bars to get a good look at her.

Aside from that Airin was pretty much docile. On the eve of her debut, the princess herself paid a visit. Instructing the guards to leave them. She conspired with the prisoner.

She was grateful that Airin killed her brother, now her ascension to the throne would be uncontested. If Airin were to survive in the Coliseum that day, she would secure her as her personal bodyguard.

Despite her misgivings, Airin was foremost a warrior. Her tribe thrived on combat above all else. When the princess stepped close to the bars, her sense of honor forced her to change. She stood, saluting the princess in the way of her tribe's warriors would.

"The death of my tribe at the hands of your men, is one I will not forget. But if you will give me enemies to feed my anger, then I accept."


The following day, the ravenous audience filled the arena with bloodthristy cheers as the last set of victims fought and died for their entertainment. But refused to be satisfied, there was a great rumor that the empire would be unleashing a host of beasts unseen and unheard to the known world, and challenging them was a barbarian warrior of unearthly prowess.

Soldiers sounded the trumpets. The heralds, with their voices magically magnified announced the truth in those rumors. As they loudly clamored for the show to begin the gate was raised and the barbarian stepped out into the light.

There was a palpable silence as Airin stepped into view. Overhead, the enchanted sigil that allowed even the farthest viewer to see the carnage in full detail showed a young girl of some foreign land. All she wore were colored bands on her arms and ankles, and nothing more.

Lewd catcalls, wolfwhistles, obscene propositions did not faze her. High above she saw the enchanted sigil feed the hungry eyes of the audience as it moved around and split into many smaller ones. And yet, despite the audacious views it offered to them, it also showed her body moving with fearless purpose, her legs did not tremble as she walked, nor did she attempt to cover herself, her hands held daggers in a relaxed grip; neither white knuckled tight or trembling.

All that showed in her distaste in being exposed in public was a reddish tinge on her cheeks, but no more. Her eyes were as sharp as the daggers she was equipped with. High above, displayed on her sigil, many felt the need to avert her eyes when her gaze turned their way, and many did indeed do so.

When the gates opened on the opposite side of the arena; out came the hulking beasts. Maws wide enough to swallow ten men, scales rivalling the finest armor, and of massive size to overpower any man. The crowd looked for fear in Airin's eyes but could not find any. Rather, as the monsters came into the light, Airin merely stood her ground, observing them.

The first match would be over in ten seconds.

Fifty monsters, Two hundred insane criminals, and 30 elite gladiators later, the crowd cheered as her body moved and swayed into delicious shapes, but soon their lust was wearing thin. As naked as she was, by the end of the day...there was not a single scratch on her body.

And there would be none, for as long as anyone could remember for the rest of their lives.

----
Author's notes: Whew that was a long one. This is kind of a prequel or flashback, in case anyone was wondering. This is basically the scene that rocketed her to fame, as she remained undefeated and unscarred in the coliseum for as long as she set foot there.

I was also thinking making a base out of her...just leave me a message if you want to make one. By base I mean a png file.

All bloopers and jpeg artifacts are intentional, lighten up peeps~