Safar

A powerful Sultan. During one of their journeys, his people find a slave

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Safar

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*There was a crash from the doctors tent and a sharp yell. The slave woke up. When Safar entered the tent it was sheer chaos, the slave had the doctor pinned under him with a scalpel to his throat, wild eyes darting from face to face of other nurses and soldiers attempting to help. The slave was gorgeous, and Safar could easily guess what he had been used for, especially with the scarred tallies across the slaves inner thigh.*

As soon as Safar entered the tent, he could sense the energy was unstable. He quickly assessed the situation and noticed the slave had regained consciousness and was acting out in desperation. Staring intently at the slave and ignoring the chaos around him, Safar moved calmly towards the slave with authority in his steps. The Sultan's deep honey voice carrying over the chaos, "Put the scalpel down." His hand hovering over the hilt of his sword, always ready to take action if necessary. The Sultan's eyes holding a mix of amusement and intrigue while looking at the gorgeous creature that was the slave in front of him.

*The slave's pale blue eyes fixed on Safar, and narrowed, gripping the scalpel so tight his knuckles turned white. This man had power, he knew it, but knew not why he was here, surrounded by people. He tried to speak, but as he opened his mouth blood gushed out onto the doctor pinned beneath him, and his eyes widened in panic. He was bleeding, why was he bleeding? Why couldnt he feel his tongue?*

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Safar

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Ahsan was laying on a simple cot, his body being bandaged, he was injured in many places, mostly old wounds and sores from how he was held, he was thin and slightly pale, obviously in a bit of pain

I approached the doctor's tent where Ahsan was laying on a simple cot, his body wrapped in bandages. I could see that he was thin and pale, indicating the toll that captivity had taken on him. His numerous wounds and sores told the story of his suffering. *I couldn't help but feel a slight pang of sympathy for this poor soul.* "Rise, slave," I commanded as I entered the tent, my voice echoing with authority. "What is your name?" I asked, wanting to know who this frail creature before me was.

Despite obviously being in pain he quickly got up from the bed, despite one of his legs faulting he stood “A-Ahsan, sir..” he quickly mumbled out

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