All black with a touch of green
[13:00] Poundcake watches the huge foot on her thigh, mesmerized by the sheer size of it encased in the man’s sandals. Well-manicured toes. Surely the man has tons of slaves if he is so well groomed! ‘Would master like girl to remove the sandal and rub the foot?’
The offer is merely to fill the blanks while her brain churns. The philosophy of life, the coming and the goings make the slave a tad pensive. Though the master mentions these things in casual conversation, she cannot help but understand them through her current lens. Snapping out of her reverie ~ perhaps a mind game by a seasoned master ~ the girl looks up and smiles warmly. ‘Foot massage?’
[13:04] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) followed along behind her master, hearing those words. By the kings she could do with a foot massage herself, but la kajira; it was her job to give such, not receive. Her master could have one any time he wanted though she would be sure to wash them first if he’d been wearing the same boots for a while from travel. Please. Still, he would feel that slight, discrete touch of her fingers through his cloak as if affirming this with him. Not speaking, though, until he would speak.
[13:05] Elom Vaeren looking to the slave he shook his head, he took care of his feet as best he could considering they were the main part of the body that was mostly used. He looked up to the two who arrived, looking to Poundcake..he motioned with a movement of his head for her to move as he stood up looking at the man and his property “Tal, What can I do for you?” he looked to the man-
[13:07] Crow (melchior.wardell) would move to the familiar shop as he noted others in the shop. His keen eyes fall upon the man first and than his gaze traveled to the slave that seemed to have an interest in the mans foot. He did not yet speak – he knew his mere presence could already have this air of danger about him. Not that he was that dangerous. In truth he was hardly dangerous when he was unmarked, but he would not explain such. When the man lifted himself and greeted his hand would flick from underneath his cloak “by all means – remain seated, Sir.” he replied to him first – as if not to burden him too much. “Greetings.” he added “I was merely searching for the Captain.” he stated as casual as he could.
[13:10] Poundscake scrambles to a respectable distance from the master when he motions for her to stand. She understood why when she caught sight of visitors looking for the Captain. The slave looks back to the master, wondering if he is him!
‘Tal, Master. Greetings, sister,’ the words are soft and slow, no intended to interrupt the business of the Frees. Tucking herself back into the shadows of Elon, the slave is content to watch, ready to carry out master’s bidding.
[13:11] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would give the man a quizzical look as he rose to his feet, only speaking in her soft, Pani-Karian voice one he does. Her own greet added. “Tal Master, girl,” she would say in a gentle manner. Her head tilts to the side in her feline mannerism, a look of curiosity crossing her doll-like features for just an ihn as she looks the man over. Querying in her mind, clearly, if she had seen him before. She shifts slightly, smoothing down the silk camisk she had worn for the day and her gaze moving then to the girl, offering her a smile and a dip of her head. Respectful, kind and polite; that was Haru, always. Usually.
[13:12] Elom Vaeren looking to the man the black didn’t scare him, his time in Torvaldsland had kind of cured that whole thing. But he did at least know the man was highly trained if such was true in the man wearing black “The Captain isn’t here..and I cannot say when he will be back, I am unsure where he even is at the moment to be honest” he lifted his brow with a smile and waved his hand about the slave “It’s no bother..she will handle it later” he spoke easily while lookint to Haru and then Crow once more-
[13:16] Crow (melchior.wardell) remained as stoic as one might guess when it came to the men of his craft. But his mind was not set to murder. “Hmm…” he replied. “Why does it not suprise me.” he seemed to question himself. “He always has been fickle.” he shared. Surely they did know little of the history of Berick with Crow, but he would not share much more of it. “Please let him know that I did try to visit him … ” He would pluck a feather from his scarf. He would hand it to Haru so she could hand it to the man – so the man would not feel threatened by his approach “If you offer this – I am sure he knows … who it was that searched for him.”
[13:18] Poundscake smiles at the girl’s sweet manners and touches her chin to her chest in reciprocal smiles. It is indeed fortunate that slaves are kind to each other! For they surely need that! The slave girl looks exotic and Pound ……Cake can only admire the soft silks draping the girl so becomingly.
A little gulp of nervousness sounds when master indicates she will take care of something. But what? She is not sure and little doubts of her adequacy swirl in her head. The master in black seems intimidating, making Pound huddle behind Elon. The man did not mince words and spoke just enough to get the task done. Brrrrrrrrr!! Pound shivers watching him retrieve a feather for the girl. How fascinating! A secret code in feathers? She watches in awe…………
[13:20] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would take the feather from her master, dipping her head. She didn’t need to be told more and would peel away from his side with the swaying of her hips. Always trying to draw her master’s eye, no matter the moment. Approaching, she would offer a dip. Still not sure if she’d seen the man before but in any case, holding out the feather for the man to take. No words spoken. She didn’t need to.
[13:21] Elom Vaeren watched as the man plucked a feather and the slave approached with it in hand, the face of slight familiarity but he couldn’t recall right off the bat. He would hold out his hand and wait for the feather weight to be placed “I will make sure he gets it, or at least it goes along the chain if I don’t see him personally. ” he would wait for the slave to approach then, a single step forward given to make the distance shorter, and in a way showing he wasn’t on the scared list, he was relatively unknown, and most of the men he knew would handle the business of offing him themselves if it came down to it-
[13:26] Crow (melchior.wardell) simply observed. And as the man said he would have Berick know he had been here he would simply dip his head. “Excellent.” he replied. A small snap of his fingers to have his slave return. Crow was in no shape or form intending to instill fear. In fact he tried to not ruffle feathers in a wrong way. His gaze would drift to the slave again and back to the man “I hope you will enjoy your foot massage.” he suggested. His voice held a little jest or humor – but why – that would be anyones guess.
[13:29] Poundscake keeps her eyes on the man in black, for he commands it. Everything is black. The hair, the beard, the clothing, the accessories,,,,,,the feathers, the ring, the boot! It was hard to find anything not black on the man!
Bringing her gaze back to the graceful slave, Pound is in awe. Every move about her spoke of the beast slave training. Every movement of hers is a bid for admiration. She watches Elon take the feather and take care of business, a new appreciation for Elon begins to unfurl deep in her slave belly. Quiet, holding his ground. Such is a man Pound beholds and she has to tear her gaze away from Elon lest she start to worship the very ground the man walks on.
The man’s snap intended for his slave also jerks Pound out of her musings. Slightly embarrassed by the man’s insinuation about the foot massage, she reddens. Though she did not know what exactly the man meant, she just…….. flushes. Frees speak in a manner amongst themselves that she does not understand at all!
[13:31] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would place the feather in his hand, dipping her head in respect and then moving back to her master’s side without delay. She would look to him at the little jest he made, curious on it and wondered perhaps what was happening next. Where were they going and what ideas was he getting in his head? It did sound like they were leaving anyway, so she would look back to the pair and flash her warmest of smiles. “I wish you well Master, kajira. Serve with fire.” The latter half clearly for Cake. She had noted the girl’s gaze and would look to her with kind eyes, her feline posture calm yet sensual, demure and yet confident.
[13:38] Elom Vaeren gave a simple nod “I will make sure he gets the message, Your slave is a treat I am sure..” he smiled then, turning slightly to Poundcake “She is a new acquisition…so I need to show her the ropes..break her in..make sure she understands her role” he would tuck the feather into a fold in his clothing and lift his chin slightly “Was there anything else” He showed hospitality to everyone, he knew when to be sarcastic and when to be polite…taking another step forward he would motion to the couch “If you wish a comfortable spot to wait..” he motioned with a movement of his head-
[13:41] Crow (melchior.wardell) was dressed in black. The very thing he earned and yet there was still something of colour. The green of his eyes. These had seen every murder he had committed, but also every flower or dancing slave. Eyes that could still value and treasure the beauty in this violent and unfair world. Crow was in a darker state due to recent events. Nothing they could do to change that. Little did they know of the inner struggle he had to overcome the behavior of one of his caste brothers. The fear to become exiled again was a storm in himself brewing and yet his pose nor his features seemed to betray his turmoil. When the man moved Crow followed him with his gaze, but he did not move just yet. “She is indeed special. But never truly broken by me.” he shared. “Trained of course, but never broken. I like them with character.” he gave some insights in how he was as a master. “I wish you both well and again thank you for relaying the message.” he would dip his head again and turned unless stopped to leave.
[13:44] PoundCake’s nods imperceptibly at the girl, accepting her good wishes, lapping it up almost as she makes her way back to her master. The pair must have been together for a while for them to be so in tune with each other. Perfect understanding that needs minimal words. Something she can only aspire to. ‘Same to you as well, sister. Safe paths, master, if you are leaving’ Pound calls out once the girl has reached the side of her master.
PoundCake’s face heats up when Elon explains her presence. The more details he gives, the more she cringes. Why does he need to make it sound so……. so.. blunt! With a look of dismay, she casts her gaze to the wooden slats, watching the duo prepare to leave. The man in black shone some new light on his dealings with his slave girl and Cake can only appreciate his style.
[13:46] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would offer a bow as her master made to depart. Low and formal as always with both arms folded behind her. Broken. She’d been broken a few times. But her master now – he’d worked his magic in different ways and she was his, through and through. The girl would probably enjoy the challenge of him trying to break her, though. A small sly curl of her lips at the corners at the thoughts that went through her mind. She’d already bid farewell though so any further words were kept to herself, simply turning to follow her owner with that temptress’ motion of the hips, light, sheer silk doing little to hide her master’s property.
[13:47] Elom Vaeren watched as the man turned to head out, the slave moved with him and he would nod his head once “Farewell, and I hope you finally get a moment to speak with the Captain. Is there a time or place?” he wondered, but none the less he would simply deliver the feather the next time the man was seen. He stood still in the doorway now as he awaited their departure-
[13:49] Crow (melchior.wardell) would move off – not sharing or answering. The question would remain unanswered. Not because he did not want to answer – but simply one he could not answer. He would move – with a sureness that his girl would follow.
Crows Murder 
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