How one becomes a killer
[15:06] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell kept his hand there and faced her “What is wrong with you … Sparrow … ” he hissed loosing his patience with her.
[15:08] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned straightened herself and asked him, tears in er eyes “You think there is something wrong my Master? but when I loose my edge and beccome smooth and loving you also think there is something wrong with me. It is difficult to please a man such as you and to do so knowing my life is always at stake, always. You think I am not scared to lose my life my Master?”
[15:10] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell narrows his eyes “When you hold back, when you don’t show me your thoughts that what you are, wish, crave for that is when things are wrong. Not how you serve or if you succeed to keep that plastered smile when others are about … So .. let me be very blunt.” he said to her knowing they were alone. “I took you as mine … not to change you for what you are … since I know what you are … be you … not the puppet you think I want to own.”
[15:12] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned grinned and having listened carefuly to each of his words she asked “Do you expect any less than what I do when I serve you, and your guests my Master?” it was a venimous question as she knew he expected no less.
[15:14] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell looks at her “The truth is that you think to have figured me out, while I doubt that to be possible.” he replied dryly “However I can read you … perfection … I am not one that demands it however I do wish to see effort, a girl that feels pride in being owned … understands that she can feel special in the collar and yet remains humble in it.”
[15:15] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned looked down and her voice came out weakly, in a murmur when she said “But how do you fail to see that I am very humble, my Master?” that was saddening her so much, hurting her so deeply.
[15:17] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell looks at her “There you go wrong again … have I said so ?” he asks her “I ask you to tell me what is on your mind and you don’t speak of it.” he lifted his hand turned his face from her. “Perhaps you should ask yourself the value of the colour I snapped around your neck, not its weight in gold … but there mere thought that it was my hand, my steel and my key.”
[15:21] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned looked up at him and very genty she touched the collar, brushing her fingers lightly over it, lovingly “This gold is worth much, although its value in money is insignificant” then her hand descended towards his which it encircled tenderly yet firmly “This hand kills, often, it hits its slave too often, but this hand is a hand of love, that of a slave girl for her Master” she paused and releasing his hand moved her own up to his chest and pressed it there “This heart, that of a man who perhaps finds.. comfort in knowing that his slave girl would have perished, unable to mourn his death, if he had nor returned…and sought her” she stopped and took her hand back to her thigh and was quiet.
[15:24] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell looks back at her “I sold you prior Sparrow … I sold you to a man I thought worthy and capable of teaching you. I even saw that flicker in his eyes when he questioned to purshase you from me. That was not of a killer that was left cold.” he tells her. “When I died … I died with no slaves on my chain, no woman in my care. I was alone, regardless of what is said.”
[15:26] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned smiled softly at him and mused “My Master, sparrow knows this. You sold her to save her life, otherwise you would have killed sparrow, is not that true my Master?” perhaps he had never realised that she in fact knew him perhaps a little bit better than he thought.
[15:28] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell chuckles “No .. I wouldn’t have killed you … ” he replied truthfully. “How odd it might sound … although killing is something perhaps seems easy for a man in my trade it never is.” he tells her “To kill a life seems to kill a piece of yourself too. IF a slave is indeed terrible , unfit … or in the way I might end her life by my hands or dagger but not one that served my every need.” he tipped her nose “Perhaps I should tell you why I ever became a killer hmm.”
[15:29] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned felt her eyes widen when he suggested that “oh please my Master, tell me why” in truth that question had tormented her for a very long time but she had never dared asking it.
[15:32] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell nodded slowly. He gave her the vessel which still held some of the milk to her “Drink.” he tells her while he settles more into the pillow. “I was born in Ar, my father was of the red caste … served a long time there and I as a young man followed in his footsteps. I was quite gifted as a tarnsman, however because of my ..” he chuckles “charm … I was made captain of the guard … dealing with visitors and using my skill to determine if people had ill intent or not.” he sighs “Ar was glorious those days … many visited and at times when the Ubar wished to claim a piece of land … we did as we were told.” he looks at her “We followed blindly.”
[15:34] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned took the vessel from his hand delicately and drunk the milk, not interrupting him, she settled more casually on her knees feeling like a little girl to whom a story was being told. she put her chin in her hand and her elbow on her knee and drunk his words, somehow she had gathered some of this, afterall, had she not, risking her life much, researched traces, proof of his existence in Ar? but he did not know that.
[15:36] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned met his gaze and nodded to him, her eyes pressing him to continue.
[15:38] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell continues “I was companioned and I had been lucky since my position granted me atleast a choice, with a kind and loving woman. She was a true freewoman, knew her place and understood te importance of a good household to run. She gave me four children, of which one you know is Rose.” his eyes seemed to hold shadows of past memories while he proceeds his story “One day there was this odd fellow at the gates, demanded to see me … talking about Kurri and Priest Kings and of an upcoming war.” he looks at her “I took him serious … something told me that there was truth in his story eventhough it seemed so out of place at the time. I informed the Ubar ..asked for stronger guards and a more thight regime afterall none of us had seen a Kurr but all knew what they were capable off. He laughed at me, felt I was silly and even started a war in a small piece of land that he wished to gain. Which meant that the city itself lost several good men that could fight a strong battle.”
[15:42] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned nodded and felt much intrigued by the part about kurri and priest kings and a war, what war she pondered. sparrow was only a slave and there were things that she had been kept away from knowing. Of course now she would want to know more and for her that meant to take risks “Carry on, pleasse” she murmured to encourage him.
[15:45] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell sighs now coming to the most difficult part. “That aweful day … I by accident had spent most of my hours in the lower parts of the cilinders, isolated to work on that what I was given as paperwork. I had been working long hours untill suddenly someone had entered and felt to the floor. Within that moment of seeing it one of my house slaves … I understood something terrible was wrong. However the slave died there without a word that could cross her … she was thorn to pieces. I rushed to my home, the city seemed to be a complete mess. People injured, running to find shelter however when I arrived nothing showed to me what it might have been. I of course went straight for my home, finding a battle field and my companion loosing so much blood that in one look I could see she wouldn’t make it. I held her when she breathed out that last breath. Seeing her injuries I knew it must have been a large beast that just for the fun of it had seemed to have bitten of pieces of her.” he swallowed.
[15:49] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell shook his head slightly “bodies were so thorn … but no one was alive … I couldn’t even see who was what, which would explain why I thought Rose dead too. I just figured none had made it out alive. The Ubar returned of his pathetic quest … victorious as ever … showing nothing of remorse for leaving his city that weak for such an attack of what I learned to be Kurr. I felt betrayed in my loyality to my homestone, the caste I served. It was than that I met a man that called himself Krip. He spoke to me about what had happend, saw perhaps something in me that he needed to have in his pupil. I never could live as an outlaw … however I couldn’t ever swear to a homestone or serve my caste again. ‘
[15:49] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned cringed and felt tears forming into her eyes, how painful this sounded and how helpless he must have felt. She had felt this helpless when she had been told he was dead. She felt his pain melting with her in her mind, it was a rather strange feeling. Her voice torn and husky she begged “Please, carry on my Master” although she knew it would be hard for him to continue, but he was strong and thorough.
[15:51] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned nodded to him and mused “So, you were selected my Master?”
[15:52] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell looks at her “He told me there was a way to continue to live in some kind of honour, be the man I was by serving in what he called the surgeon of Gorean society.” he nodded to her question. “He recruited me … trained me … and called me Crow.”
[15:53] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned nodded once again, then she hesitated and stuttered “and…the…the children?”
[15:56] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell looks at her “I thought them dead by the attack. I doubt I could have ever committed if I had known them to be alive and in need of their father. It seems now that my companion had asked her sister to take care of my youngest Rose …. Rose wasn’t in the house than … however all my others … they didn’t make it out alive nor did those that I considered my parents. I later learned that my true father was a different man but that is a completely different story.” he runs his hand through his hair “Perhaps I am different than others as my drive never has been gold but perhaps this hidden vengeance on what foreign creatures did to my life and that of those I once loved and cared for.” he didn’t speak of the reasons of his return as it had been pretty much this reason too.
[15:59] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned shivered as he passed his hand through her hair, she whispered “I now feel truely humble my Master. You touch me and yet, now, I feel like a very little, insignificant accident in your life. Why do you keep me my Master?”
[16:00] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell chuckles softly tipping her nose “Because you bring the promise of spring, Sparrow … Remember the name I gave you once … it all holds it … You are the one that shows me there is still warmth in a heart that once turned cold.”
[16:01] camille Cannnedcamille Cannned beamed, blushed and felt a whole palet of feelings cross her at once “Ido this my Master? to you? I warm your killer’s heart? your wounded heart?” she asked in disbelief.
[16:02] Melchior WardellMelchior Wardell pulled her closer pressing his lips violent upon hers “Yes … as long as I wish it .. and your able to keep me satisfied.”
Crows Murder 
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