Sasha Pavolova

- Master Bowyer and Fletcher
- Master Huntress
- Highly Trained House and Pleasure Slave
- Some experience managing a large Estate
- A little experience in shipping, sailing, and reading navigational charts.

Covered in snow white fur, accented so perfectly by the many black markings covering her lithe, slender form, the young vixen was the very definition of a Russian beauty. Moving upward from the vixen's feet are a pair of dark black socks, ending in an asymmetrical and jagged stop just below the vixen's knees, a pattern that would be matched by her matching black gloves, stopping just before the elbow. To finish off the girl's natural markings the back of each long, vulpine ear would be covered in a thin layer of black fur in addition to two small curved black stripes with one on each side of her muzzle curving in towards her. Standing out in bright

Standing only 4'11" the young Siberian's lithe form would ensure the fox weighed in just under 90 pounds. Accenting her slender, feminine form the young vixen would be gifted with a pert B cup chest, and a fit tight rear with slender hips just wide enough to offer a small gap between her thighs.

Hanging tight around the young vixen's slender waist is a thick gold chain, holding up two small glistening pieces of violet silk fabric, beginning and ending at the center of the vixen's thighs, allowing the snow white fur of her slender legs to remain entirely exposed. Moving up just a bit further one would notice an equally exposing piece of matching violet silk, pulled tight in a simple wrap to cup and cover the Siberian's supple feminine curves. The fabric would begin with equal lengths flowing from her neck before forming a small X in the center of her chest before travelling downward under the vixen's arms before being tied tight to a small golden ring placed carefully between the fox's shoulder blades, leaving her upper half almost entirely exposed, with the exception of the thin strips of silk, allowing those observant enough a few peaks of the soft snowy fur over the young Siberian's pert mounds below.

While the vixen wears no additional clothing, her neck would be noticeably marked by the thick golden collar her Master had placed his claim upon her with. Appearing as a golden serpent curled in to begin devouring itself at the tail the thick gold would show no weld marks or seems, making on wonder how exactly it was put on the fox. Tied carefully below the collar was a thin ribbon of the same violet silk that the harem outfit she donned was a small gold jingle bell, much like what one might make a cat wear, that would dance and single gently with each movement the young vixen made.

Sasha is a timid shy and obedient vixen gifted with an incredibly kind heart. Coming from a rather isolated background in a very different culture, the young Russian is still learning some of the finer points of her new home and the odd blend of cultures that it is comprised of. When first introduced to the young fox, many find it hard to get a single word from the vixen that isn't requested. Part of this was the young vulpine's strict Master and the training she has recieved; however, as the Siberian becomes better acquainted those around her, she will happily start to open up. Despite the young vixen's normally shy nature, she does love spending time with others, enjoying being around those she considers or friends, or in places to meet others, even if it isn't always easy for timid vulpine.

Under the initial mask of nervousness from the shy fox, one will discover a very sweet, playful, and surprisingly devious vixen. Once she has been given some time to better know a new face, the fox tends to be quite playful, showing her youth a bit. If one were lucky enough to get close enough to the vixen, they may also get to experience a level of her playful, devious side that many others may find hard to believe from the initial obedient, timid fox they had met.

Born in the early days of a cold Siberian spring Sasha spent most of her life living with her father in a small cabin in northern Siberia just past the Ural mountains. Sometime shortly after the young vixen's birth her mother would pass away, leaving her with only her cold, distant father to raise her. Throughout her youth the Russian often wondered if her father had always been that way, or if perhaps her mother's death had made him that way; though deep in the back of her mind Sasha had always at least partially believed she was somehow responsible for her mother's death, and her father hated her for it.

Growing up on the harsh tundras and forests of Siberia Sasha and her father worked as trappers and hunters, collecting furs throughout the year to take into town at the beginning of each fall to purchase anything they couldn't make, hunt, or find on their own to help them get through the harsh Russian winters. Growing up Sasha always looked forward to these week long trips to the nearest town, a small village of farmers and trappers like herself just across the Urals with a railroad track running through it, bringing the fox the only contact she would have with the rest of the world before spending the rest of the year isolated and alone again. Despite it taking almost a full week to navigate the dangerous paths through the mountains the young Siberian would only get a day in town to sell their furs for export on the trains and fill their wagon with the supplies they would need for the year.

When the young vixen reached the age of 16 she would decide to cut ties with her father to set out on a life of her own far from the cold wastelands she had grown to loathe. Working for the entire summer to gather enough extra furs and crafted goods to sell in town that year the vixen would get just enough money for a train ticket. From there the young girl would spend almost a year traveling, doing what she could to earn enough coin to feed herself and get to the next stop on her aimless journey, primarily working as a servant, waitress, or maid. Eventually Sasha's journey would bring her to Sevstopol, where she would board a ship to a small island housing The Golden Tether.

A few short hours after her arrival on the Island the vixen's naivety to the rest of the world landed her in a collar under the ownership of a powerful Anubian, Master Azazel. After a long period of training, breaking, and adjusting to her new life Sasha would actually begin to enjoy her time in the service of her Master. Compared to the hardships and poverty of the rest of her life the calm lavish lifestyle of the House that owned her and the simple life of a slave was a very sizable improvement. Though things weren't entirely perfect for the young girl as she fell into a trap many slaves before her had, despite knowing her place and serving her Master and Mistress loyally, Sasha fell in love with her Master. The constant closeness and passionate nature of her duties only added to the deeply hidden pain and envy of knowing the first person she had truly loved would never feel the same about her. Though despite it all she was happy.

However, if there is one thing Sasha has learned in this life, it's that her happiness can't be allowed to exist forever. After several years of service to her Master he would be pulled away from the Island for an extended period for business, only visiting on the very rare occasion, that was often reserved for spending time with his beloved, until he eventually stopped visiting all together. Waiting loyally for her Master's return Sasha would manage his estate, and continue her duties for some time until a single letter came for her, explaining her Master's choice not to return and that she was being granted her freedom as a reward for her service. Heart broken, coin-less, and with nothing else in her life Sasha would take up work on a small merchant ship cooking, cleaning, and caring to the other basic tasks that often go overlooked around the ship.

After several long months of sailing aboard the Merchant ship Sasha would return to the only place she had ever called home with enough coin saved to rent a room and feed herself as she returned to earning coin with the skills she had developed as a slave and throughout the rest of her life, not entirely sure what to do with her life and unwanted freedom, but knowing only fate would truly decide what was next for her.

Taking the money she had saved to buy the basic tools she needed the vixen enjoyed her new found ability to own a bow again and went back to her roots, making bows, arrows, and hunting. The change in territory from the arctic tundra of Siberia to the tropical Island around The Golden Tether was a challenge to master, but quickly the vixen began making progress and profit. With her business expanding the young fox would draw the attention Master Set Calabrian, a massive black dragon smuggler interested in purchasing war bows and arrows in bulk to smuggle into other nations for sale. As the pair negotiated Master Set's desires moved from just her wares to the young former slave herself.

Soon an agreement was reached and the vixen sold herself back into slavery in the service of Master Set on the agreement he would allow her a sum of gold to buy a small plot of land on the edge of the forests around The Golden Tether on which to build her own bow shop. Spending several months of clearing her plot and using the felled timber to build her shop during the day, and learning to manage her Master's estate during the evening the vixen would eventually have her shop, and be promoted to the head of her Master's Estate. With new responsibilities in managing, training, and buying slaves, handling the day to day affairs of the estate, and ensuring the household was properly run in addition to running her shop, training, and offering her Master more carnal pleasures the little vixen was kept extremely busy.

Though as had happened to her before this near perfect life couldn't last. Soon her Master was pulled away on business for nearly a year, entrusting her to the supervision of House Dane while she continued to run the estate. After a short return the dragon would be pulled away again. And once more the vixen would find herself free'd by a Master that had decided to move on.