The sharpness of a tongue
[04:24] Crow had been silent and had tried to see who was about and who wasn’t. It wasn’t the place to be that loud in his musings but when he saw the many girls he ponders on their life. The beauty of a slave, the most treasured possession a man could own. “They are the promise of spring.” he mused to himself while his eyes travel to those women that hid their beauty behind the heavy robes.
[04:26] Crow ponders as he believed the woman that were covered most often were unaware of the freedom a slave owned by kneeling next to him. “For killers they are the temptation to warmth … which of course … are … real challenges.” he replied darkly.
[04:27] Zen (zen.greymyst): and for quirky magistrates they are a distraction from duty.. but a joyous one.. mind you I can always find work and interesting tasks for a kajira of merit
[04:29] Crow nodded slow while his eyes now rest upon the covered woman in white “A man always wonders … to what beauty may lay behind the many layers of fabric … to capture and make a lady submit is as a contest … and in the end her devotion is the trophy he owns.”
[04:31] Free woman Esme scoffs aloud at the man’s boisterous jests. For surely they must be jests, or his mind addled from ale or blunt trauma. She simply moved across the room to stand more boldly in front of him. Gleaming in the white and gold of her caste and proud of them in the rigid stance in which she stood. “A contest, you say? Perhaps you are speaking of Turia? You should maybe head there and see if there are any women on the stakes, who like to play at games.”
[04:32] Crow shook his head slow “Lady …. permit me to explain …” he said gallant “As I have little interest in proving myself nor my strength … My age and the pockets I own are reason enough to understand that what I do …I am quite well at.” he said. His eyes slightly narrow to observe her “But enlighten me … when you see a slave … what is it that you see ?” he asks.
[04:36] Free woman Esme was certainly no fool as to what the man was, and there was the ancient fear that all reasonable people had for assassins. It was, however, much the same as the unnatural fear someone might have for an urt or an ost…merely a superstition, ingrained over centuries because they brought plague or death. They were, in truth, no more frightening than anything else, as too was this killer, for he worked only for coin and she had no ire against her. “I am very good at what I do as well. As for what I see when I see a slave, that’s really none of your concern, nor does it have much merit as a question. That is like asking me what I see when I look at an implement for gardening. It’s a tool.”
[04:39] Crow nods slow, unbothered by her reserved and distant pose. He could understand the cold attitude as it kept the woman in her robes. In his mind she was in her own prison of what she believed to be freedom. “I am merely searching for one that may wish to counter my musings, Lady … ” he lifted his hands that had drained the life from many up for her to see. Palms towards her in a harmless gesture. “I don’t mean wrong … and as I know I have no claim for you to answer .. perhaps you would indulge my curiosity ?” he challenged.
[04:43] Free woman Esme furrowed her brows, unseen beneath the shadowed concealment of her hood, rather mocking the man’s intelligence with a flash of ire in her eyes, “I believe I just did indulge you, sir. For, I said it clearly. Perhaps, in your hubris, you found my answer not to your liking. As I said, when I see a slave, I may as well see an implement used for gardening. They are tools. Each of them serves a different purpose. If a slave is a lure slave, I expect them to lure. If a slave is a kitchen slave, I expect to see sul’s peeled. If a slave, such as a man captured in battle…I would expect to see him rowing a ship or mining a quarry.”
[04:46] Crow grins darkly “So a tool … a mere animal that serves a purpose … and yet she is a complete woman … A woman that doesn’t only cook, serve but even lights a heart with passion for her … ” he arched a brow “Have you ever felt your heart ache ? Have you ever felt the desire to brush your hand to a man simply to show affection.” he lifted his hand “Don’t answer … as I am sure the mere thought will offend you … ” he looks behind him seeing a beautiful red haired slave. He snapped his finger and made a sign for her to display herself while standing.
[04:48] Slave Egypt stand her body completely erect hearing His fingers click she opens her leg feet wide apart arms outstretched above her head her golden orbs still remaining on His boots though remaining silent
[04:49] Crow closed the distance while his finger tenderly brushed her chin while he circles around her “Does she not look like yourself when you undress ?” he challenged “And yet she is allowed to move her body to my touch while you can not.” he took some of her red locks between his fingers and felt the texture. He took it to smell the delicious scent of her slave perfume.
[04:50] Free woman Esme answered regardless, once more challenging the man, as he had asked for, he would receive, in droves. “A complete woman, you say? Let her bear a child then? Oh, wait, she cannot. For it is not her place in this world to bear children. Forgive me. Better yet, have her hand a legal document to you…or serve her Home Stone by honoring her Caste. Oh wait…once more I am a fool, for she cannot,” her eyes shot daggers at the man, though there was a subtle inkling in her mind to keep her words challenging, but controlled. “No, she is not a complete woman. Nor, I am sure, would you think me one. For it is the lot of the Gorean woman to never be whole. Men are afforded that privileged, as you can gallivant around, drinking and carousing. And too, they can hold caste, have children and serve their Home Stone.”
[04:53] Slave Egypt takes a deep breath in bumps forming on her soft flesh from His touch, eyes close as He takes her hair in His hand a soft moan escapes her lips smelling His sweet aroma close to her she forces herself to remain still, not to smile as she is used by Him to prove a point to the woman
[04:53] Crow shook his head “But you miss the point … as I am indeed aware that woman of your statue are needed ….. ” he answers her truthful “I do not doubt that at all … ” he continues. He brushed his hand over her shoulder to her perfect size breasts and again the touch was gentle, which might be odd for a man that had killed many with his bare hands. “She is not allowed to bare children … unless for breeding simply because we want her there to look at us with complete devotion … with the understanding that her heart makes her most treasured … makes us want to fight wars to keep her at the feet … does that trigger jealousy ?” he asks to none in particular.
[04:57] Slave Egypt struggles to keep her breathing steady though knowing His touch any further would trigger the passion within her, her head falls back slightly as her arms begin to tremble eyes now sliding open to see the Mans beautiful hair she remains perfectly quiet listening to His deep voice near her
[04:57] Free woman Esme let out a haughty laugh at the man’s display. She wondered if he thought he was doing what a hundred men had not tried to do in front of free women before, flaunting a slave. She glanced over at the slave in question, her eyes holding no jealousy, but rather looked down upon her and ironically smiled behind her veil, most pleased with the fact that she could take a crop to the woman’s flesh for no reason other than she desired it. “It is a lie that men fight wars over slaves. True, a man might take his city to war over a stolen slave or a slave that he desired. But do not think for a moment that it is the slave in question that the man is going to war over. No, it is his pride. It is the boldness of men that sends him to war, and nothing else. The girl could be anyone. No war was ever fought over a girl…wars are only fought over matters of honour and pride.”
[05:01] Crow laughs now “You sound as many scarlets that desired to spar with tongues of an assassin.” he chuckles while he snapped his finger to the slave for her to relax. “It might even be more funny …” he chuckles “That I an assassin should tell you this ..” he runs his hand over his chin “Slaves are the promises of spring to a killer that is of the winter, cold and without the thought his heart is ever going to melt … and yet … I believe it is the purest of love that makes him go from his horrible task to his tent … to find her there … with eyes of devotion, lips of delicious taste that makes him forget what he has done simply.” he smiled which was rare to the slave “A promise of Spring …” he tells her.
[05:03] Slave Egypt lowers her slender arms bringing them behind her back her tiny feet sliding together lowering her chin again to view His black boots she whispers to Him softly,”yes Master” then quiets again enjoying the lofting scent of Him near her
[05:06] Free woman Esme edged further out onto the ledge of being bold herself. The man was making himself out to be a poet, it would seem…something she found distasteful. “Perhaps then, sir…you are in the wrong profession. If you need the comfort of a slave girl to steady a hand that has just done…your work. If you need her slavery to warm your frigid heart…if you need her service to give purpose to your task…you might be considered more a slave than she.” She paused for a moment then to catch her breath, for her words made her nervous, yet she felt compelled to say them. “There is a saying in my work: “Gold has no Caste.” Do you not do your work for gold and nothing more? Isn’t that supposed to be enough for you…and why you do what you do?”
[05:09] Slave Egypt looks up brazenly to the woman her eyes wide as the words fall from her veiled lips she glances to Caasi wondering to herself simply what will transpire now then glaring back to the woman
[05:11] Crow was used to the challenges of others and seemed to be unbothered. While he continues his pacing and regarded her while she spoke. He listens and it was with the intent to hear truly what she said and what was left out “I know that what is thought … and yet … Do you truly believe that killers are without a heart that bleeds ?” he challenges her again. Of course Crow would do his task if the coin was paid, but never was there written he wouldn’t feel something deep down while he did so. None might see as the cold and merciless appearance was forced upon him due to harsh and extended training. “And as to my caste … it serves a purpose much deeper than what you be scribe … ” he rubs his chin “Did it please you to speak so boldly ? Did you get wet at the mere thought to be strong in words ?” he challenges.
[05:13] Slave Egypt lets out a soft sigh her eyes fluttering again to His boots hearing the tone of His words she moves a bit closer to Him and the scent she had lost when He moved away from her
[05:18] Free woman Esme rolls her eyes in continued disdain for the man, so…he was going to mix poetry with a crass tongue, it would seem. “You talk in prose one moment, then sully yourself with foulness in the next? It pleases me to speak my mind, yes. It is a privilege that I am allowed and I indulge it. As for your other…comment…you can check the beast to see what her state is. I assure you that such low caste words do not suit me, nor affect me whatever way you might desire them to. I understand well that you are a man of low caste, yet…I have always respected killers for their poise, their commitment to duty and…most importantly, their silence. Your heart can beat however you like it…and whatever comforts you need to make what you do okay with you…is your business. It’s merely an observation that you rely on a slave girl. I find that…interesting.”
[05:22] Crow chuckles softly, somehow this had been more amusing than he had guessed previously “I am but a low caste man, lady …” he stated coldly again her sharp words didn’t bother him. His face had remained unreadable. Perhaps Crow did all this just to get some information he could use for future references … one never could quite tell “In that we are the same … Lady … What we appear to be might not be the truth to what lives inside … if You are incapable of caring … you are the one that is just a tool that bares children and carries a scroll of importance.” he said finally making his point. “In our world that what we see is deceiving what might live in the hearts of anyone … A scarlet that should show honour while in his mind he kills his companion for beating his slave …. A lady physician that dreams of giving sexual pleasure to the apprentice she is teaching … ” he shook his head “And yet only one is allowed to show it all … in the freedom of this world … and that is a slave.”
[05:26] Slave Egypt listens still to Him the words not only going to her mind but to her mere core her eyes to His boots now she can do nothing more than grin having her dealing with fully clothed women before and finding their actions quite distasteful herself she remains behind Him settling to His left though not to close she find herself wondering what the woman would say next
[05:33] Free woman Esme shrugged her shoulders at the notion that she too was a tool. She didn’t dispute the fact…not in the least, nor did she think anything different of a man. “You did not ask me what I saw when I looked a free woman, killer. You were more focused on the concept of a slave that it seems you need to make everything safe and warm at the end of the day…to bring you ‘spring’…from your winter. Where as I would think that it would be you who should be her spring, if things were going according to the way and will of the Priest-Kings. Of course I am a tool. But I choose what I serve. That beast serves any and everything. I choose how I will honour my homestone and Caste. It is true that I am, in my own way, enslaved. Just as you are too. You are a slave to your contract. A warrior is a slave to his codes. I am a slave to the rise and fall of supply and demand. Yet, I pick where I travel, what I will sell and whom I will or will not have a child with. I serve my Home Stone. A slave merely serves the free. She is not granted the privilege of honoring a home stone.”
[05:39] Crow nods slow “Fair enough … ” he replied to her statement of not asking her how she viewed her statue “To put a slave down to her knees, requires strength, knowledge and the understanding of commitment and the responsibility to ownership … I even the killer I am will never underestimate her power for that would make me the fool.” he replied to her “It seems you wish not to debate slavery … but are defensive to what it might be … You do not speak freely … but speak out of the comfort of what you are … When you wish to debate and dare to be open for discussion find me again Lady as I am not searching for the sparring of tongues to get you on your knees …” he chuckles “For if I wish I could put you down at the very whim since I am not holded to the honour that scarlets serve.” he regarded her “That again doesn’t mean I might not have such noble thought as to keep those ladies free for they do serve a purpose although not often one for me.” he pulls the slave girl close to him and placed a tender kiss on her forehead.
[05:44] Free woman Esme relaxed in her posture when the man had backed away, to once more take comfort in a slave. It was to be expected that he would threaten her with this collar or that, or waste his breath reminding her that men would seek to put free women there. It was a free woman’s glory that she was not yet on her knees, and though men liked to jest about hiding behind their robes, it was with arrogant insolence that she proudly wore them, knowing well that men did, in fact, desire what lay beneath them more than they desired the weak prospect of an easily obtained slave girl, who was bound to obey. She smiled behind her veil, with all the glory of a free woman, “If the truth is defensive to you, killer…then perhaps we will chalk that up to a paranoia of your Caste. I was debating you and not sparring with words. You will have to forgive me if you found my tongue…biting. For I found yours to be quite tame and was truly only meaning to meet it equally.”
[05:44] Slave Egypt smiles to Him as His lips touch her forehead a shiver feeling His body so close to hers her eyes again turn to the woman with a grin
[05:47] Slave Egypt nods to Caasi still wrapped in the Masters warmth she continues to listen to the woman and the Master His scent now almost intoxicating to her
[05:48] Mercy Recreant (mercy.recreant): a lot of free women seem to have sharpened their tongues at the expense of a sense of humour
[05:49] Crow grins darkly “It seems you have not seen what I showed so openly … regardless that I often keep it to myself.” he replied casually “And still you seem to be quite willing to lecture me instead of going into the deepness of the debate …” he replied while he held he girl close to him. Not to flaunt but simply because it had been a long time he had seen her. “Ignorance is at times a simply excuse to point to the other and disregard the fingers that point back to our own faults.” he inclines his head galant “I just hope this debate has not offended you.”
[05:53] Free woman Esme shook her head at the notion, “Offended? No, the slave is serving her purpose. I assume that you fulfil yours and your pay masters will be happy that you have her, for slaves improve upon your work, from what I gather. And I too serve my purpose. There is no offence given and none taken. I do fail to see how I am not debating with you, but, I won’t argue the fact of your state of mind. If that is the way you say it…” she waved her hand dismissively at the notion, “Then that is how you see it. One would be a fool to delve into the mind of a killer. Even one as poetic as you, sir.”
[05:54] Slave Egypt nestles in closer to Him she wonders if the debate had offended her truly hoping it had not though also feeling that right now nothing mattered to her other than Him everything else disappearing around her for a moment
[06:00] Crow smiled although it was simply a tension of muscles and hardly done with the truth of his heart. “Good as I didn’t wish to offend and as to the debate … I understand it must be hard for a lady such as yourself to see the clear picture as any Gorean man sees it … for that is the difference between women and men …. Perhaps when you find yourself one day desiring a man because he has released something within you that you thought to be impossible you can understand the freedom of a slave …” he mused towards her “And as to any discussion it is indeed the point of view of the one speaking …. as I can not see in to your desires and wishes as you fail to see mine.”
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