#Eljonik Ondivég

[whump-cravings]

TJP - Bread

Masterlist

1,379 words | Original Work: The Jokan Prince. Skipped a scene or two again. Uhh spoiler warning: don’t get attached to Maki

Content: slavery whump, noncon touch (non-sexual), misuse of authority, sexual slur, character not being believed when telling the truth

"Thief!" yelled someone down the way, drawing half the block's attention, including Eljonik's. A girl dressed in rags jumped in clear alarm, then darted through the crowd before people had a chance to react. A loaf of bread was tucked close to her body, apparently stolen from the vendor's stand. She looked worse off than Eljonik—with his coin gone and hunger setting in, he found he couldn't fault theft to fill an empty belly.

"Guards! Thief!" the vendor called again as a pair of women, carrying batons and dressed in clothes that might pass for uniforms, came walking onto the scene. Their heads whipped to the baker, then zeroed in on the fleeing urchin heading their direction. One of them raised fingers to her mouth, blowing a sharp whistle as they set in pursuit.

The girl paled and skid to a stop, but now the crowd had parted around her and the guards, bodies packed around her. As she attempted to duck off to the side, she was rebuffed by a passerby. She doubled back, but one of the guards, caught her by the arm.

"Lemme go!" the girl yelled, kicking at the woman, who raised a baton in response.

Before Eljonik knew it, his feet were moving. He refused to stand by when someone was being hurt ever again.

"Stop!" The prince threw himself in between the woman and child, smashing his forearm against the woman's. Someone yelled in outrage, but he hardly heard it as pain erupted in his shoulder. His legs gave out beneath him, knees hitting the ground as he, gasping, clutched at his newest injury.

For a prince, Eljonik thought, he ended up on his knees far too often.

"She's gone," someone growled breathlessly.

A hand closed around his wrist and yanked him upright. "What do you think you're doing?"

Through gritted teeth, he demanded, "What business have you, beating a hungry child?"

"You just helped a criminal escape," she said. "You struck a city guard. I'll have you in irons for that."

Eljonik pulled against her, trying to wrest his arm free. "You speak as if she were a murderer. She took bread!"

A heavy hand fell on his injured shoulder, fingers digging in and prompting a gasp from the prince as he fell pliant. "Wait, Avei. Look." She tugged at the collar of his stolen tunic, revealing the debt-slave markings.

Avei's lip curled further. "I should have known. Who do you belong to, boy?"

"Slaves are not owned," Eljonik managed through pain. "Contracts are a humane and rehabilitative alternative to—"

Though he saw it coming this time, he had no leeway to dodge the hand that entrenched in his hair to bend him forward. Why did everyone have to touch his hair? "Check his back."

"Let go of me!" Eljonik struggled, pushing at the woman with his free hand, despite the pain that shot through his neck with the movement. Her partner caught his hand in a vice-like grip from behind while shoving his tunic up.

"Uppity whore," the baton-woman said, giving his head a rattle. He gritted his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut. 'A whore can't be surprised...'

Air cooled his back, and a low whistle followed. "Over ten thousand parts! Can you imagine even seeing that much money?"

"And this motherfucker managed to blow it all," said Avei.

"Rau Sinaido," read the woman behind him. "Owned by Duchess Dalei."

"Doesn't she live in Sektura?" Avei craned Eljonik's head back to look him in the face. His tunic fell back into place as she did. "A runaway bitch."

"No!" Eljnik said through clenched teeth. "The contract is fake; I was kidnapped."

Avei barked a laugh. "Like we haven't heard that one before! Right Nim?"

"You—" He stared, aghast, as he tried to comprehend her words. How many times had these two spurned others in his situation? People in need, who had nowhere to turn except the law, which ought to protect them?

"Let's take him back to the guardhouse," the partner said, twisting his arm up his back. He gasped in pain, shoulder smarting.

"Pretty braids," Avei said as she turned her hand to tug Eljonik's hair free of its weave.

The intimate touch sent heat flushing through his face and tears springing to his eyes. People shouldn't touch him like this, people shouldn't touch any stranger like this.

"Quit teasing him and grab some manacles already."

Sighing, Avei took her hand from his hair. "Fine, fine—"

"I wonder whose these are!" said a loud, ponderous voice from just a few feet away. Off to the side was the thief, holding two small purses aloft. What? Why was she back here? What had Eljonik done this for if she was only going to get caught again?

The guards started simultaneously.

"You!" said Avei, hand going to her waist. "Our pouches!"

"Grab her!" Nim hissed.

Avei darted towards the girl, only for her leg to pull up behind her, sending her sprawling. Nim's leg went out at the same time, jerking her in the direction of her partner. Her hands left Eljonik as she tried to catch herself.

He stared at the mess for a beat as the girl jumped over the women and grabbed his wrist.

"Come on!" she said, yanking him after her.

Both his mind and feet struggled to catch up as he was forced to duck through various openings in the crowd, the thief's little body fitting with much more ease than his adult form. Already having walked through the night, his legs and lungs protested, but all the excitement kept him going—for now. He could tell that once he stopped moving, his body was going to exact revenge.

After some twisting paths in back alleys and multiple crowds, the girl finally let his arm go. Eljonik doubled over, hands on his knees, coughing and wheezing for all he was worth. Each breath he sucked in burned and he couldn't get air in fast enough. His head spun and his stomach felt fit to stab him. Had he ever run so hard in his life?

"You're a fucking idiot," the girl declared, rounding on him. "What d'you think you were doing?"

"I," he puffed. "I just. I wanted to—help you."

"First of all, I ain't such a loser to need help from a debtie." She set her hands on her hips. "And they woulda let me go after a few whacks! They just gotta like, get their kicks out."

Eljonik stared at her, mouth opened wordlessly.

"But stealing a whole-ass slave is a completely different story," she said. "That'd add tons to your debt, probably!"

"I..." hadn't even thought about that. Not that it would have mattered since he wasn't actually a slave, but he certainly wouldn't have gotten away without her assistance. What's Duchess Dalei's connection?

"And then I had to get you out of that and now I have to pick up and go to the other side of the city or something, so thanks for that." Scowling, she kicked a rock across the cobblestone.

"Well..." He turned his gaze to the ground. "You have my gratitude. It seems I gravely miscalculated the situation."

She groaned, scratching at her head with both hands. "Debties never talk like normal folk."

Endeared, he laughed. "Thank you. You didn't have to return for me."

"I'd feel bad leaving your pathetic ass behind," she said, nose up. "But don't expect that kinda niceness outta me again, got it?"

"I understand," he said, unable to keep a small smile from his face. He paused, then said, "I'm Eljonik. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss...?"

Scowling again, she answered, "Maki." She shoved something into his hands. "Here."

The prince fumbled with the bag of coins. "This is—my purse? You—?" To think I thought she was starving.

"Yeah, keep it somewhere safer, dummy, like inside your pants," she said. "It'd be harder to rob a baby. Didn't think things through before you ran off, huh?"

"I—"

"I actually don't care," she groaned. "Anyways, gotta run."

"Thank you again, Miss Maki," he said earnestly as the urchin turned to go. "May grace be upon you."

"Yeah, yeah," she said, waving. "Eljonik, was it? Try not to get killed."

taglist: @nicolepascaline @nabanna @emcscared-whumps  @melennui​

#whump writing #royalty whump #slavery whump #the jokan prince #Eljonik Ondivég #Maki the urchin #is going to die #misuse of authority

[artsymarsy]

From my own WIP novel A Knight’s Devotion, Book 1 of the High Eldress series!

Top left to bottom right: Sina Nimdu, Lajora Galenim, Jaron Udosarr, Antamar Hartvir, Vaden Evirun, Sohirus Daberric, Stev, Vujem Hetter, Tuuren Amsaji, Umaris Ondivég, Eljonik Ondivég, Jag, and Vdonis Hassado

#artsymarsy #TheAKD #face dump

[whump-cravings]

Did I ever show you guys Eljonik portraits? Here’s character art and a couple of picrews :3 (read his story here)

[id: 3 digital portraits of Eljonik Ondivég, a man with dark skin, dark red hair, a wide nose, and bright blue eyes. The first is a semi-realistic painted piece and he is smiling; he appears to have a genial, friendly air. The second is a picrew by elenaillustrate, in which he is wearing golden hoop earrings, holding a book, and grinning while looking up; his hair is long in this picture, unlike the other two. The last is a picrew by Baydews, and he is wearing hoop earrings as well as golden necklaces and fine clothing; additionally, he is has a shell-shocked expression with his mouth slightly agape and blood splattered across his face. /end id]

#mars arts #digital art #Eljonik Ondivég #I might go back to touch up his portrait #his eyebrows look like cardstock taped onto his face #lmfao

[whump-cravings]

It's my boy Eljonik!! He spends a few days all alone this way.

I didn't actually describe him as having designs placed on his wrists but I wanted to put more on him and his palms aren't showing >.> The designs take influence both from Polynesian tattoos and I lifted elements directly from PNW Native American art (idk if this art style is specific to my area or not, but I grew up with it).

[img id: a young dark-skinned man sits on a red cushioned bench in a corner with his head tilted away from the viewer as if resting against his shoulder or the wall, left leg (furthest from the view) pulled up while his right leg stretches out before himself. His hands are crossed over his right thigh, resting. A gentle light from above illuminates the scene.

He wears a sheer green vest trimmed in gold, and yellow-gold knee-length pants. His dark red hair is short in the back and longer in the front, as if cut while tied back. Dark brown temporary tattoos (Mehndi/Henna type) encircle his neck and wrists. His right calf is wrapped in bandages and he has a large bruise on his upper right arm. /end id]

#Eljonik Ondivég #Royalty Whump #The Jokan Prince #whump art #mars arts #artsymarsy

[whump-cravings]

The Jokan Prince Masterlist

Summary: While returning home from a neighboring country, Crown Prince Eljonik Ondivég is taken captive by mercenaries, who disguise him as a slave. When he learns of a harsh betrayal and makes his escape, things go from bad to worse. The only people who take pity on him are the lowest of society, forcing him to reevaluate everything he's been taught.

General content: death, slavery, noncon touching, threat of noncon, self-loathing, self-doubt, betrayal, dead parents

Table of contents: Ambushed | Painted | Alone | Bread

Extras: Story tag, Eljonik in the Wagon (art)

Taglist: @nicolepascaline @nabanna @emcscared-whumps @melennui @pumpkin-spice-whump @ivycloak

#royal whump #royalty whump #original writing #whump writing #The Jokan Prince #masterlist