A reserved, complacent girl, she was born a slave, never having known any other life. In her naive eyes there had always been two types of people, those that were Masters and those that were slaves. For most of her young life she never questioned the way of things, until her 20th year.

Davina’s twin sister Delonna was exactly the opposite of her complacent sister. She was a trouble maker and questioned everything. Both girls were quite lovely and had trained together to dance from the age of 6. The dances they did were for the benefit of men and were often both erotic as well as entertaining. Due to their dancing they were lucky enough to be able remain together, the two able to be more alluring than one.

But Delonna would never leave well enough alone. While Davina seemed happy to tease and tempt with the dances and her tasks set before her, Delonna was never happy. Delonna took joy in poking fun and wrankling other slaves or the men they danced for. This often made others angry and earned her many beatings and was the object of many pranks or torments from the other slaves. As Delonna’s sister, Davina was often lumped into those pranks or shared her sisters punishments, so the girls spent their non-dancing time fighting with others. When left to care for themselves after punishments or after pranks, Davina tried to talk sense into her sister, but Delonna would only rage at her and call her a blind, complacent mouse who deserved to be a slave if she could not see past her own chains. If Davina wanted to continue to be pawed and used by those she was given to…well…Delonna would have no more of it. There was a better life out there and she was determined to have it.

The day came that Delonna pushed her Masters temper and tolerance to far. Thraden was owner of the dog fighting pits. It was between fights that the girls danced and entertained. Sometimes between fights, a slave who would not learn their lessons or had been accused of stirring up trouble or revolt was taken to the pits. They were then tossed into the pits with the fighting, mad, blood-raging dogs. In their deaths, they served as examples to the other slaves to know and keep their place.

Davina knew that once again her sister had received punishment for her mouthy opinions, but was shocked to see the face of the slave that was to be tossed into the pits. Delonna’s bloody, bruised face looked at her sister in those last moments. Her eyes were wide with fear, but her expression was still defiant. Davina did not watch her sisters end. Delonnas screams sent her sister into an oblivious faint, from which she did not wake for 2 days. Her master had her brought before him after she awoke, though she still seemed incoherent after waking. Thraden explained that he knew Delonna had been the stronger willed of the two and that Davina should be grateful that, as the better slave, she did not follow in her sisters path as it had, indeed, saved her from sharing her sisters fate.

Davina felt dead inside. For a long while, without her sister, she could not dance. Her steps and movements no longer held any allure, her eyes no longer enticing and bright. Not another word passed her lips since her sisters brutal death and she was reduced to serving from dancing. This loss of ability was seen as disobedience and resulting in many punishments. Her value depreciating in her masters eye.

Instead of making her more obedient, the beatings had quite the opposite effect. She thought often of her sister and the words that she had said, and plans began to form. In the past, her position of trusted and complacent slave worked in her favor and she began to dance for her master again, regaining her previous position. She did all that was put before her without question, though silently. While traveling with Thraden, they camped in the wilds, and Davina danced for the guards and other guests that traveled with them. She personally made sure that as the night passed her Masters wine cup was never empty. After all had retired for the evening, it had been easy enough to slip from her Master’s pallet and into the shadows of the trees with the few supplies she had managed to gather.

From that moment on, everyone was potentially another master or someone that would take her back to Thraden. So, she avoided all. Davina remained in the wilds, living off fruits, nuts and other things that were abundant in the forest, occasionally stealing from any travelers that crossed her path. Admittedly, it was a miracle that she managed to survive for the nearly 4 years she did, alone in the wilds. But while there, she learned the ways and paths of the animals. She learned the calls of the animals and what they meant. She was becoming somewhat sensitive to the trees and forest around her and into the sounds the trees make when they whisper to each other, but was recaptured before she had time to explore it further.