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Prologue
We are called the Wild as the Tamed call us. My planet is called Lobelia and my name is Crystal but of course it’s short for something that I can’t even remember. My planet is over-powered by male, or the others call the leaders. We’re one of the rare planets that still live by the old rules, it’s because we’re so far away, we’re isolated and don’t know much about the…outside world. I’m a Wild, I’m turning four hundred soon and I’m really worried. Being a Wild is pretty much like being an animal that’s waiting to be captured. We Wilds and Tamed are all females. The Wilds live in forests or jungles; our planet is very wet you wouldn’t find a single dessert any where. Now water wilds are special, they cost much more but they have awful personality. They also get old much too soon, but they’re beautiful and a lot of fun to have around.
Wilds are female waiting to be captured because it’s one of the games that our leader likes watching. The Tamed or we like to call the Catcher is old Tamed that can’t be used anymore. Just hearing the word Catcher scares the heck out of Wilds. Of course the Tamed were once Wilds, but they were caught by the Tamed at their time. The oldest Wild saw all of it and we’d always like to go to her and hear her stories, we Wilds don’t like getting too close to one another because eventually we will be separated.
What happens when a Wild is caught is: the catchers erase all their memories. They will be trained to be a Tamed, trained to please our, oh mighty (stupid) lord. Then the lord that wants to have another toy comes to this stadium and they all have a party. The girls (and yes I do mean girls) all comes forward and introduce themselves. The lord pick the one (or ones) they want and they all bid for it. Then the one that bids the highest wins and get the maiden that they bought. How’d they got the money, I do not know. But I do know our planet is one of the richest planets.
A normal Tamed is four hundred years old, anything above six hundred is either discarded or trained to be a catcher. The sad thing is us wilds can live up to eighteen hundred years. To us four hundred is considered a baby! Just imagine, if a Tamed is treated with care she might live up to two thousand years old!
When the Tamed is bought she would probably be his toy for about a hundred years, if she’s lucky maybe three hundred. Us female body soon gets worn down from being their love-making toy. They either discard or if their bodies are still usable they might sell them or even train them to be a catcher. But no body wants a used toy.
Being a catcher is very painful because we Lobelias’ are very kind creatures (yes that’s coming from a planet that uses women as toys). Being a Catcher you’ll need darker thoughts in your head and our bodies are not accustomed to it so it’s like trying to be alive when you just died, it may not be possible in some planets but it’s definitely possible for ours.
Only once did a leader actually marry a female. They fell in love and still are alive to tell the story. They’re both reaching three thousand years old soon. They’re protesting the old rules so they’re not beloved by a lot of male. I hope when I got caught I could meet a male just like that, but that’s what I call wishful thinking.
We are called the Wild as the Tamed call us. My planet is called Lobelia and my name is Crystal but of course it’s short for something that I can’t even remember. My planet is over-powered by male, or the others call the leaders. We’re one of the rare planets that still live by the old rules, it’s because we’re so far away, we’re isolated and don’t know much about the…outside world. I’m a Wild, I’m turning four hundred soon and I’m really worried. Being a Wild is pretty much like being an animal that’s waiting to be captured. We Wilds and Tamed are all females. The Wilds live in forests or jungles; our planet is very wet you wouldn’t find a single dessert any where. Now water wilds are special, they cost much more but they have awful personality. They also get old much too soon, but they’re beautiful and a lot of fun to have around.
Wilds are female waiting to be captured because it’s one of the games that our leader likes watching. The Tamed or we like to call the Catcher is old Tamed that can’t be used anymore. Just hearing the word Catcher scares the heck out of Wilds. Of course the Tamed were once Wilds, but they were caught by the Tamed at their time. The oldest Wild saw all of it and we’d always like to go to her and hear her stories, we Wilds don’t like getting too close to one another because eventually we will be separated.
What happens when a Wild is caught is: the catchers erase all their memories. They will be trained to be a Tamed, trained to please our, oh mighty (stupid) lord. Then the lord that wants to have another toy comes to this stadium and they all have a party. The girls (and yes I do mean girls) all comes forward and introduce themselves. The lord pick the one (or ones) they want and they all bid for it. Then the one that bids the highest wins and get the maiden that they bought. How’d they got the money, I do not know. But I do know our planet is one of the richest planets.
A normal Tamed is four hundred years old, anything above six hundred is either discarded or trained to be a catcher. The sad thing is us wilds can live up to eighteen hundred years. To us four hundred is considered a baby! Just imagine, if a Tamed is treated with care she might live up to two thousand years old!
When the Tamed is bought she would probably be his toy for about a hundred years, if she’s lucky maybe three hundred. Us female body soon gets worn down from being their love-making toy. They either discard or if their bodies are still usable they might sell them or even train them to be a catcher. But no body wants a used toy.
Being a catcher is very painful because we Lobelias’ are very kind creatures (yes that’s coming from a planet that uses women as toys). Being a Catcher you’ll need darker thoughts in your head and our bodies are not accustomed to it so it’s like trying to be alive when you just died, it may not be possible in some planets but it’s definitely possible for ours.
Only once did a leader actually marry a female. They fell in love and still are alive to tell the story. They’re both reaching three thousand years old soon. They’re protesting the old rules so they’re not beloved by a lot of male. I hope when I got caught I could meet a male just like that, but that’s what I call wishful thinking.
