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She stands behind the camera, trying to get the position just right. The room is all set lit by an overhead lamp with a single chair and end table in the center of the room. Howling wind can be heard from outside. When she is happy with the camera, she grabs its remote, combs out her hair with her fingers and goes to sit in the chair. Looking over at the end table, she grabs a smoke from the pack, sitting on it and sighs after taking a long first drag. Looking up, she smiles briefly and begins her story.

"I have a story for all of you furs out there watching this. It is a long one, so brush out your tails, clip your claws and get comfy. I will get to my name later on. For now, I will go way back to a time when I was a normal fur just like everyone else. I grew up with my mother belonging to a plantation lord. And before you ask, yes I did mean "belonging", because my mother and I were slaves. Also if you're wondering, well, how is that possible given its 2014? I'm not really 21...I'm actually 302. I was born in the year 1712, and my mother and I were slaves to Mr. De-Luca, an Italian lord owning lots of land and many plantations. Of the dozen slaves he owned, my mother was his favorite, always keeping him by her side. Now because I was a bastard child, I'm not sure if he, or another slave, was my father, but I'm hoping the latter."

"Hanna! Have that blasted kit all ready and get back to work. If supper isn't done within the hour, I will personally whip you myself." Tears run down Hanna's face, staining her fur as she pushes with all her might to release the kit from her womb. Looking out the cot door, she half yells, half screams an "OK!" to her master. Almost half an hour this lasts, her master yelling, while she silently prays that her kit is still alive and not too overdue. "Finally!" Her nursemaid screams, "I see ears!" Just a bit more, she sighs in happiness. With two big last pushes, Allana is born. When the nursemaid and Hanna see that the child is healthy and fully developed, they clean her up and strap her to Hanna's chest with an old bed sheet. After wiping the tears off her fur, she grabs a small container near her side taking off the top. Inside is a white cream that smells of berries. Spreading her legs once more she hands the container to the nursemaid who, in turn, smears a hand full along the length of her lower lips healing them instantly from the trauma of recent birth. Once she is on her feet, she hurries off to make the master's supper.

When De-Luca finished eating, he walks out side enjoying a drink and the wind rustling his fur. Now Mr. De-Luca is an odd creature. His fur is as black as the void, his eyes as red as blood and crueler than any being I have ever met. He even pretends to be a human, whatever the hell that is. We all know apes are social creatures, but not Mr. De-Luca. Unless he is doing business, he avoids contact with others...save for his slaves, that is. I can't even tell you how or why he is a "lord", word 'round the living quarters is he was born a peasant, got into devil magic and used that to "create" his lord status. My mother believed he was the devil himself instead of a worshiper, but I don't know. "How is she?" one of the slaves asks, while Hanna and a handful of others clean up the mess from their lord's dinner. Not wanting to be overheard, Hanna utters a quick "Fine" then continues her work. "What did you name her? Have you feed her yet? Oh, can I hold her?" Putting her ears down and letting out a low growl, she grabs the slave and storms into the kitchen where they won't be heard. "Listen here! I get that you're new, don't really know how things work round 'ere, and are excited by the birth of my kit, but you need to shut that trap of yours. If master heard us making small talk, he would punish us, and I am in no condition to be whipped." The new slave begins to tear up, but nods her head and goes back into the dining room to collect the rest of the dishes. After everything is clean, Hanna and the nursemaid lays out the scraps on a sheet in the living quarters so everyone else can eat. But the food is hardly touched, everyone wants to see Allana. The night goes well, the master wasn't seen nor heard from and Hanna was finally able to relax with her child.

It's storming the next morning but that doesn't stop everyone from starting their morning chores. Normally this means Hanna is summoned to care for her master's needs. She's hoping though yesterday's events will alter that. Just to be safe though she gets up a few minutes early to care for Allana and clean her quarters, which she neglected to do the night before. Humming a lovely tune, she gives Allana a much needed bath as well as a meal. Around what she believes to be 8 AM the slave she yelled at yesterday enters her room. "Come on, lazy, the master wants you. Said your little bundle does not mean you can miss his morning release." The no named slave looks down upon the mother, hands on her hips. The yelling causes Allana to cry. "Look what you did, you stupid girl! What do you want that's so important?" the nursemaid asks. One word the slave says...that's all it takes for Hanna's face to drop and cause tears to run from her eyes. "Release," she says with a grin and leaves. It's clear she dislikes Hanna more than the master because of what happened. A few seconds pass.

I need to go. His release is better than being punished for being late she thinks to herself. Allana is given to the nursemaid so her mother can quickly clean herself up and look for her cowl so she stays dry. Hardly aware, the maid is telling her "All will be fine, maybe he won't go as hard today and maybe it will be over quickly." Once clean and covered, she looks back at Allana who, after her bath and feeding, has fallen back to sleep and smiles before running out the door. Your poor mother the maid sighs and lays back, holding the little kit, falling back asleep, herself, to the sound of the storm. Hanna sits on her heals just inside the master's door. And looks around. Despite it being almost 9:30 AM it is really dark out, so the room is lit by many candles. The bed hasn't been made yet and the windows are cracked to let in the smell of the storm. She knows what she's here for, what her "job" is. It's been the same since she was 18 and, knowing this will be her kit's job when she's of age, Hanna begins to weep. With nothing to do but wait, she prays.

In the kitchen many slaves have begun cooking and cleaning. Allana, now strapped to the nursemaid's chest, is fast asleep. The first 4 years of Allana's life go by quickly, it's not long before she is learning to talk and walk.

"Nanaaaaa!!! Why can't I go with mama? She leaves me every morning," the 4-year-old Allana yells and stomps around. "Shut her up", "control the brat", "get her outa here," is all Nana keeps hearing from the slaves. Putting her ears down and sighing, she picks up Allana and leaves the kitchen. "Allana, dear, you don't like when mommy whips you, right?" Allana shakes her head hard and looks up at Nana with wide eyes. "Well, OK then. If you think that's bad, it will be much worse if the master gets a complaint about you. Then, not only will he whip you but he will also whip me and your mommy. Now, you don't want that, do you?" Again Allana shakes her head. "Good, then be as quiet as a mouse and go play." Little Allana hops down from her Nana's lap and goes to her hiding spot in the stables to play.