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Posted in Black Compass Trading Company, Mastery, Silas on August 24, 2025 by crow1971

[2025/08/24 04:22] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would turn back to his cabin to see if she was awake. He had left her upon the couch with a blanket over her. As he entered he noted her near his desk. “Ah .. you are awake.”

[2025/08/24 04:23] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): Greetings my jarl ‘She moved around and moved closer to stand before him while pressing herself up to stand on the tippy toes’ did you sleep well i hope i did not move to much in my sleep.

[2025/08/24 04:25] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would lift her chin as to brush his lips to hers before he would kiss her. “No .. need to worry about it” he replied. He would not tell her of his own doings. some things were best not to know. “Are you rested?” he asks.

[2025/08/24 04:27] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘The little soft puckered up lips pressing and touching with such a tender kiss as the lips parted away and smiles while resting her feet back onto the ground below’ I did yes very much, i am fully awake. Did work hard on the farm.

[2025/08/24 04:29] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me nodded “Let us see how the farm is doing.” he replied as he would leash her. “Now I want you to be aware where your hands are. If they help you in moving more beautiful.” he gave her that little assignment as he ensured the leash taunt.

[2025/08/24 04:32] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): oh no ‘she would then place her hands up upon her hips seeing the grain was not done. ‘ Oh i shall make sure to get that done soon ‘slid both hands down from her hips to rest at her side’

[2025/08/24 04:33] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would glance back to her as he indeed noted the grain to be ready. “I trust this to be done. As the animals depend on the right amount.” he stated. But not really that much occupied with it as he observed how she would hold herself.

[2025/08/24 04:36] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘As they moved along the path, her head help up high as her hands would keep sway just a little with each step short before they came to a stop and would smile seeing malik positioning herself a little more resting both hands to the side ‘ Malik it is nice to see you again. yes my jarl i will make sure to get onto that, i did fill the feeds and water not long ago.

[2025/08/24 04:38] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me smiled to his girl as they entered the workshop and noted Malik at work. “Greetings Malik. I come with news considering the thrall that we named after your pet.” he could not help to think of what might be the reaction of Malik when he learned the man had gained his freedom.

[2025/08/24 04:38] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Scared to hear Silas’s heavy footstepping, he is turning to nod to Silas, unsure of what to say. He will smil to Bahirah – ” Good to see you, Bahirah “

[2025/08/24 04:39] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Listens while working and sweating much at the burning forge.. wondering about the new arrival and what has become of him, though not daring at all to ask

[2025/08/24 04:43] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): I hope your well malik ‘She turned to look at her jarl with a slight concern to her face’ my Jarl mailk has been working very hard and not seen him been able to enjoy relaxing or even been able to travel very much with off course the other jarl.

[2025/08/24 04:43] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me frowns as the slave did not greet him. He would take the leash from Bahirahs collar. Having need of his personal space as to address it. He knew that he needed to be firm against him. There was no room for compassion or leeway. “Come before me, slave.” the mere mentioning of what he was instead of his name was already an indication that he was in trouble.

[2025/08/24 04:46] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘hearing the leash being removed and would move herself off to the side a little more as she was only able to watch and hope malik may address her Jarl proper and sighs softly’

[2025/08/24 04:50] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Greatly terrified, he ceases works and approaches, the word ” slave ” to ring in ears. He leaves more steel ingots aside for cooling, puzzled yet so, so terrified.. He stands, blinking and not understanding

[2025/08/24 04:52] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me seemed to be calm, nothing in his demeanor might show any sign of anger or frustration. Yet out of no where he would stretch his arm and smack the man with the back of his hand across the face. The force of a man that was trained and able to kill a man with his bare hands. The intent was to struck him hard, to have his hand sting or even have him fall backwards. He would deal with it in the way he knew how. Violent and with no consideration to the feelings of the man he struck.

[2025/08/24 04:56] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Yelps loud as dog on a massive hit to his face. He falls backwards, crashing heavily to the trough of water and is slumping to knees, in shock and massive stunning. He checks for blood, astonished completely and he coughs, wondering why the huge bash to him

[2025/08/24 04:59] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would watch how the man fell and would step towards him while he placed his foot to the mans back as to force him on the floor. “You greet my girl but you do not greet me.” his voice calm – nothing indicated the violence or determination of his actions. In this very moment he was the man that was trained to keep his emotions out of his actions. His foot would not give the man any leeway. If he moved or tried to fight it he would use his own body weight to pin him further down.

[2025/08/24 05:02] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Squeals to be forced to face on the floor. Briefly, he squirms, then squeaks as mouse to be so expertly pinned under very heavy boot and strong leg. Gasping, he can now only snort as tarsk, shaking with terror

[2025/08/24 05:03] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘Jumps a little and would turn herself away some not truly wanting to watch and would move herself over to the shelfs and would see what needed to be stocked as this was something she did not do but was a good distraction and would point’ yep thats needs filling oh and that one, wait did my jarls pet need a new head to eat ‘she moved to the door and peeked out but could not see and moved herself back to think and look at the stock’

[2025/08/24 05:06] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would now place his foot at the back his neck. His force taking away the mans ability to breath. He knew that panic would quickly come over the man as it was not a first he would do such. He knew how it worked in a body that would struggle to survive. It needed extensive training to remain calm. Something he had been taught after learning to control his feelings in training. “Listen!” he shouts as to ensure the man would hear him over his own squeaks. “When I let go you adjust your error immediately or I will keep this foot a lot longer.” he promised. His voice held that authority that could not be questioned.

[2025/08/24 05:11] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me He is shivering and he scrabbles pathetically, terror and panic to rise much as the massive boot crushes into the thick, heavy collar. He will gurgle and dribble as baby, squirming as worm. He drools more and shakes much, gasping and croaking as frog

[2025/08/24 05:13] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘Was only able to look at the stock for so long and turned herself around and was to see the situation at hand and would not get herself involved but mabeh she could offer some help to malik later something she would speak to her jarl about when he was finished with him’

[2025/08/24 05:15] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would cut a glance to his girl as she stood and observed. She had not seen him to follow through to disciplining the slave. As she had become silent. He would now move his foot a little up as to give the man some breath – as he would wait if the slave would do as he was told – or – that he again had to press his foot to the mans neck. It was clear that he would proof his point. Regardless of the consequences. He was not known to back down on a warning given.

[2025/08/24 05:18] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Feeling slight lessening in pressure, he gurgles and tries to mumble a ” S….orry, M…Masterr…. w..ish t..to correct err…or… I.. s..sorry “

[2025/08/24 05:20] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘She truly wanted to leap in and try to help but she knew it would result in herself being placed in trouble but it was hard to see malik in the situation and would only look to her Jarl with sympathy in her eyes then down to mailk’

[2025/08/24 05:20] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would hear the man and would now step back “In whipping position.” came his command. “This will be the last time you forget to greet me properly, slave.” he added. He would uncoil the whip that had been attached to his belt. “Bahirah, bet a bucket of water from outside the well.” as he would feel the leather between his fingers.

[2025/08/24 05:21] LR Tormentor Whip [40-35% Sword] Draw 2.10: Drawn

[2025/08/24 05:25] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): yes my jarl ‘she rushed offside and moved to the well, still her head held proper and her feet strode. the plump cheeks gave a slight wiggle and her bare breasts started to bounce some, the flow of the lightly colored hair would move about. Then stop by the well , placing both hands upon the rope and would allow the bucket to go down collecting water as she brought it back up and placed it onto the ledge. Letting go of the rope and would place both hands upon the bucket and with a mighty heave picking it up and walked her way back inside and stood near her Jarl’ the bucket of water my Jarl ‘she got herself just a little wet off course she was holding it in a hug’

[2025/08/24 05:29] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Shaking and coughing, he wobbles into a curl, in so much shame, exposing his bare back and is so terrified that he is so shaking

[2025/08/24 05:32] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would indicate his girl to be ready to splash the cold water over the slave on his gesture. For now he took position behind the slave as he would have the whip caress the mans back – just before he would lift it and have it struck across his back. The whip a weapon that needed little force, but was handled with this deadly precision as if to betray his true profession. “The next time you do not greet me properly I might take your tongue, boy. ” he suggested. “As you do not use if properly.” after his first strike he would ask “Tell me what will be a proper punishment when it comes to the number of strikes that are needed?” the question to both of the slaves.

[2025/08/24 05:32] LR Tormentor Whip [40-35% Sword] Draw 2.10: Melee Hit on Abhumali Resident

[2025/08/24 05:35] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Pulls deeply for much strength, he remains from crying out that the whip hits hard with much expert handling. He hopes that five would be acceptable and this he mumbles to say, mixed with terror and shock and pressure to throat that could have killed.. ” F….ive…. FIVE. M… Masterrr “

[2025/08/24 05:38] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘She truly did not wish to watch and gave a little flinch feeling the water run a course down her front as a little escaped the bucket, the whip was something she did not enjoy nor wanted to see it ever again. ‘ my Jarl i would try and not make the mistake and would avoid the whip best i could, but for this situation i would agree 5 ‘all though 5 was too much and would try and change it’ no 3 my jarl 3 would be better fitting.

[2025/08/24 05:40] LR Tormentor Whip [40-35% Sword] Draw 2.10: Melee Hit on Abhumali Resident
[2025/08/24 05:40] LR Tormentor Whip [40-35% Sword] Draw 2.10: Melee Hit on Abhumali Resident
[2025/08/24 05:40] LR Tormentor Whip [40-35% Sword] Draw 2.10: Melee Hit on Abhumali Resident
[2025/08/24 05:40] LR Tormentor Whip [40-35% Sword] Draw 2.10: Melee Hit on Abhumali Resident
[2025/08/24 05:40] LR Tormentor Whip [40-35% Sword] Draw 2.10: Melee Hit on Abhumali Resident

[2025/08/24 05:40] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would see the first strike light up on the blackness of his skin. As the man answered Silas would not wait and struck him five times. With each strike his force would increase. “You both were wrong. I shouldn’t have to struck you any more as the lesson was already learned.” of course no answer would have been the right one – such was life when it came to being a slave. “Give him the bucket over his back – Now.”

[2025/08/24 05:43] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘sighs softly and moved closer to malik and while hugging the bucket tightly she would allow it to move some watching the water pour over his back, to only letting half the water go out, enough so that she was able to hold it with her hands by the handle and shuffled to drop the rest of the water over and would step back placing the now empty bucket to her side and kept herself quiet for now’

[2025/08/24 05:45] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Shudders under the attacks and massive hittings, he accepts and does not cry out with the terror and pains, promising to self never to cause the attacks again to happen. So relieved that the whippings are over, he sags to forehead on floor to steady self and holds too from sobbing or weeping. Although the thick shackles say ” slave “, he considers himself man, though admitting to self that the pathetic ropes and thick metals with the hideous branding will advertise otherwise. He shivers, then trembles, as cool water is poured and groans just a very little, having accepted stripes and he tries to gather self, awaiting orders from the one who has handled his betrayal and later puniishments

[2025/08/24 05:50] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would coil back his whip after ensuring it wasn’t stained with blood. He would regard his girl that was more considerate to Malik than he desired. But he would not yet fault her for it. Although she might walk a thin line. “Get another bucket full.” he tells her. It served a purpose. The cold water would cool the mans skin as it would swell by the strikes of the leather and have the man to remain conscious. “What did you learn?” he asks – testing him instantly.

[2025/08/24 05:52] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Petrified, he will try to control trembles and he mumbles a ” Mistake made.. bad mistake. Hoping is corrected and apologies, M… Masterrr “

[2025/08/24 05:54] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘Leans down taking the handle into her hand as the bucket was lifted up from the ground ‘ yes my jarl ‘Moved in a little half spin letting her hair flow with the sway, walked herself back out and to the well, placing the rope around so that the bucket was able to be guided down to refill after a few she would bring it back up, again letting it sit upon the ledge removing rope and would give it another big hug and with a might heave and huff picking it up and moved her way with steady steps all though she was having herself a little bath with each step as she stopped with the bucket’ my Jarl it has been refilled.

[2025/08/24 05:56] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me shook his head “That word Master … needs to come quick … Try again.” he stated to the slave as he would tip his head to Bahirah as to pour the bucket again empty upon the mans back. “That word needs to be the first thing you think of when you speak.” he demands.

[2025/08/24 05:59] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Defeated after the humiliations of the costume and all that is locked to him, with the so-obvious brand and now masses of pains with shocks at whippings, he will make new attempt. With just small recovery times to help, he says more clearly, trying to hide his hatred for the M-word but.. he must: ” Mistake made.. bad mistake. Hoping is corrected and apologies, M… Master “

[2025/08/24 06:01] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘Moved closer towards malik she felt really sorry for him, but she would not go against what she has been asked to do, with the same as before leaning a little to let the bucket come to a slight lean allowing the water to flow so that it would hit his back. It came to half way she would let her hand move around to the base taking a better hold so that the water was emptied from out the bucket wand stood herself back still’

[2025/08/24 06:04] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me shook his head “Not doing it for me, boy.” as he ensured the words would cut as deep as the whip would. “Quicker … no stutter … Master.” he demanded again … already close once more to drawing his whip.

[2025/08/24 06:08] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me He pulls self together and sighs as cool water is soaking, causing reliefs. He is careful in obeying now, though the control over his is so hated and absolute. He knows that he must and he does as dictated. ” Master. Mistake made.. bad mistake. Hoping is corrected. Apologies. Master “

[2025/08/24 06:11] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘The slight of relief and relaxed herself a little and not had to stand on the tip of her toes, all though she stood quiet but would only watch on seeing mailk’s back gave her shivers’

[2025/08/24 06:12] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me was only now satisfied as the word had come withotu hesitation and more clear. He would look at his girl “Get a rep cloth and see to his whipmarks. Ensure to keep them cooled. ” he instructed her “Now … Malik … do you still want to learn of the outcome with this thrall with the name of your pet ? “

[2025/08/24 06:15] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Defeated and controlled, he will continue with the humiliating position as he has not been ordered to cease. He tries desperately to clutch to his small remaining morale and he remembers the arrogant one that was renamed. ” Master. He is Nyrmyl as named now. Would like to know. Master “

[2025/08/24 06:17] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): yes my Jarl ‘as she moved around the room and out the door with a bolted sprint to the main building up the steps and into the kitchen where there was a nice pile of rep cloths, instead of taking one she would take a bunch 4 to be exact and not sure why she was in a rush. With a bowl taking some fresh clean water and would walk her way back steady paces down the steps and around passing grain fields and back into the workshop. Kneel down at the side of mailk and whispered softly’ I am sorry if i hurt you by cleaning your back ‘take the dry rep cloth and would softly pat it along his back over the marks that had been made’

[2025/08/24 06:20] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would observe his girl and picked up her words. He could imagine how it felt to her as he had been so violent to the thrall. “I have taken the collar away. I did not want to feed the man that was clearly not up to the task. I allowed him to go with this understanding that he can only return when he brings a thrall to replace him and when he can be more humble in his approach.” each word he spoke would be another lash – most likely – as the man he just struck was not given his freedom while the other was. Yet in the act there was a much deeper understanding. Malik was wanted, desired and kept. While Sosla was discarded, thrown away as if he had been nothing.

[2025/08/24 06:25] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me He gasps on learning that Nyrmyl had been allowed to go and feels the small morale to become much smaller, given that he is still the slave that desperately he wishes not to be. Astonished, he is, though the recent shocks and pins to floor and whippings are so recent and causing pains. ” Master. And I.. may be free as is he ? I can be home and to have my status returned ? Master ? “

[2025/08/24 06:29] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘While she was taking it very gentle upon his back with the rep cloth and heard his words and would lean her hand over with a finger to cover his mouth some with a whisper’ please do not make my jarl angry again ‘then moved herself back up with her hand to look up upon the marks as she was nearly done and would look to her jarl’ my jarl might i have permission to help malik, train him on how to greet and who to greet first, with what to say and what not to say ‘she truly wanted to help him so that his back would not be soo wounded from being whipped’

[2025/08/24 06:30] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would arch his brow “You wish to be released ? To return to a home that has not mourned your loss ? That even went as far as knowingly to let you be the slave you are now ? The to be companion that now is bounded to your father ?” he questions. Each sentence another whipping most likely as he would shake his head “Here I am telling you that you are valued and treasured and you wish to slap me in the face ?” as his girl spoke he would turn to her more fully “What is it that you wish to suggest mine ? That he has not been trained or taught well enough?” the question a trick one.

[2025/08/24 06:37] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): “looking down to malik and onto his back as she placed the rep cloth down and stood herself up and moved closer to her jarl, while looking up into his eyes she would flash a little smile’ my Jarl there is all ways room to help provide a little guidance to help avoid situations like this from happening again. ((tyt)).

[2025/08/24 06:38] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me Sags with more relief at Bahirah’s expert caring and gentle tending to the burning back of his. He does not squirm or struggle or weep, plumbing deep to inside strength and to stop from being complete coward. The Master’s words of home, which has betrayed, his girl, stolen, the father who sold him as low animal, the points made each drilling to his soul with daggers of ice, he will sag more to the floor, realising that probably never can he return to that which he had been so recently. He considers, too, Bahira’s words and the Master’s word ” slave “, it is aimed at him to hurt hundreds more than a thousand whips could do. He shuts up, the walls of slave closing tight and locking him inside the tiny box. He can only manage a pathetic, though clearly-said, ” Master. No, Master “, detesting the full control and remembering the boot on back and later on neck

[2025/08/24 06:51] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘Would turn slightly to look at malik her words where at a lost but felt sorry for him’

[2025/08/24 07:02] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me would keep that stern look upon his girl “You can always help others to improve. In truth such should not be asked but already ingrained in your entire being. ” he lashed out to her. “You both are ours … and being ours means something. It means that you are owned, desired, treasured and kept. Do we not feed you well ? Do we not give you warm furs to sleep under. What is it that we ask of you we do not ourselves?” Part of it was true. Portus, Niamh and himself worked the same tasks as they did. But they carried the weight of owning them.

[2025/08/24 07:10] Lυlυ Lÿţє Õђηαкα (lululyteohnaka): ‘moved well stepped closer pressing herself more so brushing softly upon him looking into his eyes, truly she was devoted to him in many ways then others’ my jarl, i like to ask ‘It could be from her past but it was just her thing’ but my Jarl i wear your collar with much pride and love as for the brand for the black compass. Oh i think i get over fed and if i keep going i might be the one rolling away, must keep up the exercise and keep fit ‘she gave a little laugh hoping that he might get a little kick from that to she did not complain at all and loved her position here it filled her heart with such desire and meaning’

[2025/08/24 07:12] Obi Ouma Abhumali (abhumali): /me So defeated is he that all he once had been seems as remote as a thousand worlds away. Although he burns to know more of the ” deal ” which has landed him so in the shaming position of his now, he shuts up on the subject, expecting now that never can he know more. Knowing now that being the Free that he once was will probably never again happen, he feels at the thick and heavy collar that is so bolted by expert that he knows it will be impossible to remove, he tries to move past the horrible situation. Feeling now as no more than some animal pet thing, he feels much the shame, still and all he can say now, from his pathetic state on the floor, water to drip into the shaming slave cloth, is ” Yes, Master. As you say, Master “. Hoping now that Bahirah’s kind attempt to distract with humour the terrible events of the day, he says no more

[2025/08/24 07:17] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell): /me was grateful for not doubted, questioned or challenged on his words. In his mind these slaves should be on their bare knees praising any god that they were owned by him or Portus. He knew that others would not allow slaves this kind of freedom or having the luxury of what they were fed. Of course he himself never considered the freedom of them. They both served them too well. He would look at his girl “I think it is time to get to pool … ” he stated as he would pull her close to leash her once again. “I believe you promised me the pleasure of yourself.” he stated – leaving it to no imagination as to what was to happen.

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All black with a touch of green

Posted in Black Caste, Mastery on November 11, 2024 by crow1971

[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.

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Where the heart goes

Posted in Black Caste, Black Lodge, Mastery with tags love, master, Master Assassin, slave on September 4, 2024 by crow1971

[12:40] Crow (melchior.wardell) shook his head “No … not a forge here.” he replied. Thankfully there was none for he might have to nod and in these parts nodding was a thing. “Excuse us all.” he would turn and move his shoulder into Haru’s mid section to have her raised upon his shoulder. He would give a good slam to her ass.

[12:45] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would follow along. Of course. She was up on his shoulder and being carried, giving a little squeal of enjoyment as he slaps her ass. She would wriggle, a faux little struggle but mostly she was adjusting her weight as he moved up the way to the compound, trying to make it easier for him to carry her weight. Was it the outfit she had chosen to wear? She looks down at the sheer silk she had chosen for that day, making a small mental note. A moment there she would squeak, a bounce as they stepped over something almost making her drop the bag of soap and herbs but she held onto it.

[12:49] Crow (melchior.wardell) would slowly let her fall to her feet. The outfit indeed had its effect upon him. As she would stand he would undress himself. “So … some private time.” he stated to her. As he was butt naked he would walk into the water. “So tell me what are your thoughts ? Do you enjoy the stay at the lodge ?” he asks. He pondered on a dilemma and wanted to create the right atmosphere to go down his choices when it came to their life.

[12:54] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would watch as he stripped, moving to help him if he desired it. She would not strip herself until he was ready and stepping into the water, waiting for him to be able to see her as she put a small show on, her hands sliding over her frame as she removed the sheer cloth. “I enjoy any time I am with you, My Master,” she says in her soft tones. “The lodge does certainly keep me busy,” she says with a slight nod. “And I do enjoy having girls around that we all get along together. Adira as well.” Of course, she was very close to Adira; the pair had been friends a long time. Since before the caste had ever laid its claim on her. Stepping down into the water, she would bring the herbs and soaps with her, placing them to the side of the bath, sliding up to her master and her hands over his thighs, looking up at him in curios question of the topic.

[12:58] Crow (melchior.wardell) would take her in his arms. He would move her locks of hair from her shoulder so he was allowed to look into her face. “You have been busy. I was very proud of you yesterday.” he compliments her. He would move forward as to steal a kiss. “And the candidates ? What are you thoughts on them ?” he asks as he would hold her steady in his lap. The water warm enough to be comfortable and enjoyable.

[13:04] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would snuggle up into his lap, tilting her head as he brushed her hair. She enjoyed the gesture but she would slip her arms around his shoulders in a similar gesture. The bathing could begin soon. For now she would enjoy the quiet moment of being alone and having him to herself. The cuddles. At his compliment, she would flush slightly. “Thank you, My Master,” she purrs. “Learning the sleen is… something new, but I wish only to make you happy.” And that meant proud and all the other positive emotions. Of course, she also didn’t want to get eaten, so being in Hecate’s favour had its own little bonus there. She would lean in, nuzzling him a moment before pulling away as he mentioned the candidates. “They have potential, My Master,” she says. “But I suspect with the slow game, one or both will end up lured to their death.” He knew what she meant; he’d ordered her and Adira to play such a game. Not the quick game but something much slower. Steadier. “They do seem to rush things a little, though, as if hurrying will lead them to an earlier stand.”

[13:10] Crow (melchior.wardell) would listen as he would watch how she spoke. He knew she was considerate in the words she spoke. As she mentioned the candidates he would nod – he had his own observations. He would take the brush from behind and would ask her to turn so he could brush her hair. “There is a thing i wish you to know.” he started. “We have been here for some time now. And at times the compound can be quiet and on others day overwhelming.” he added. “The compound can be challenging and demanding. Even if there are more than a few about.” With long strokes he would work her hair – conscious in his motion. Loving and tenderly grooming his girl. Something he enjoyed much and yet there was often so little time for these intimate settings.

[13:16] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would turn as he did so, giving an audible purr as he began to brush her hair. She was a sucker for that. It was relaxing and enjoyable both at the same time. She could almost curl up with dish of milk in front of the fire like this. He was behind her though and as she nodded her head to his words, she could not reach him fully. Instead, she would draw her fingers up and over his knees and thighs. A light dance of her sharpened nails. “This is true, My Master,” she says in her soft tones. “It is the first place in a long time where I have not even had the time to travel and keep my eyes in other cities.” The lodge definitely kept her busy most days. Still, he had something to tell her so she kept her response short.

[13:19] Crow (melchior.wardell) could feel her nails on his skin and it made him have goosebumps. As he continued with the brush he would speak further. “There is another love I have.” he started. A small confession in his words if she would pay attention. “It is a love that is a secret – a love affair – that is never spoken or showed in a way any Gorean man that is outside of my caste would be able to do.” he would move forward and bury his nose in her hair for a moment and than planting a kiss. “But this lover has called upon me.” he finally admitted.

[13:24] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would draw circles with those claws but not push too far; she was enjoying the hair brushing in a selfish moment of indulgence. Her head would tilt to the side as he spoke his words, though. Listening to them. This was new, something he’d not broached with her before. “A mistress, My Master?” she asks. “Am I to have a mistress?” He could hear the surprise in her voice. The guessing. “Is it the mistress physician?” She was the only lady really allowed within the compound so far; there was the other but that one she knew had been unknown to her master.

[13:28] Crow (melchior.wardell) would come out of a daze when she asked him of a woman. As she spoke of Faye his brow would even arch further. Had she seen things he had not been aware off ? surely faye might like him but had he ever showed any interest ? There had been very few women in his life that had caught his eye. He would place the brush back and have her face him again. “No no.” he replied. “There is no mistress or even another slave, mine.” he contemplated. “Why would you think so ?” He was very much unaware as to how she had understood his words. Surely only a man could be so oblivious to it.

[13:32] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would turn on his lap, sliding her arms around his neck again as her fingers curled into his hair. She enjoyed it when he had those long locks though short did look so dashing on him, too. Heck, he was just handsome no matter which way he styled his hair. She even liked his beard even if she was known to threaten shaving men’s faces. In humour, of course. She wouldn’t actually date. “She is the only woman truly allowed in the compound, My Master,” she says. It made sense to her. “And I’ve not seen you sneaking off to….” She takes pause, her dark hues flickering over him. “Is it a man?” Why not? The vast majority of masters she had in the past had a leaning towards men – so it wouldn’t surprise her. “I… have never suspected such, My Master.”

[13:38] Crow (melchior.wardell) would look at her shocked “Hell no !!” as she started to go on about men. “What do you think of me?!” he questioned with what seemed to be utter amazement. “I am not talking about a woman nor a man.” he stated almost as if he was offended. “And before you start … I am not in bestiality either.” he quickly added just so she wouldn’t go on that route. The mere erection that had perhaps formed was all of a sudden no where to be seen.

“My secret love affair is that of my Home Stone Ar.” he stated. He knew that by admitting this – he was already breaking his codes. Although one might wonder if any Gorean man would truly ever really denote it. Sure he held no honor for it. He did not serve it any more. But the first love each Gorean learned was that of his parents and Home Stone. Glorious Ar was his.

[13:43] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would relax a little as he decried the idea of men but she would reach up, brushing her hair behind his ear and then drawing one of her nails across his jawline, enjoying the sharpness of it. “I know that sometimes you like to surprise me, My Master,” she says. But he brought up bestiality and she would wrinkle her nose at that. Oh, eww. Eww eww eww, he did not just go there. “Such a thing would never have entered my mind, My Master,” she says, going a little wide-eyed.

He spoke then of Ar and she would smile, her eyes lighting up. “Ar is a wonderful city, My Master, and it was where I first saw you.” She says with a nod of her head. “And it is much like Kar, to me, holds most of my memories.” Not Genesian Port where steel had first found her; nor the Pani isles she had spent a long time. She leans in then, wriggling into his lap more. She wanted that erection back. Bring it back! “It calls to you, My Master?” she asks now, wanting for an explanation. “But the city is in dust?”

[13:49] Crow (melchior.wardell) grinned when she wrinkled her nose. Surely he could not picture himself in such either. But when she spoke of Ar he could see the change in her demeanor and was touched by it. “I doubt Glorious Ar ever really falls to dust. It just has these moments in which it holds its breath. And yes it calls upon me.” he admitted. “The Lodge is doing well and there needs to be a representative in such a city as Ar.” he would move her as he snuggled into her hair. “For some reason I do not wish it to be run by anyone else but me. I know this sounds arrogant, but I guess when it comes to Ar … I the killer Crow can be a jealous bastard that does not want to share it.”

[13:55] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would wriggle on his lap as he spoke of Ar. It was a prestigious city with a lot behind her and indeed, she had her own history and love affair with the place. If anywhere came on par with Kar, it would be Ar if only short by a few points. She was, after all, a big city girl at heart. Long ago were the days where Geo had allowed her to serve in his tavern in the same city, the only non-caste owned girl he had permitted such though she did not know it. Her escapades exploring the rooftops as she moved from wall to wall, building to building. The stories she had. Her head bobs, though, as he speaks of the breath holding. “Hai, it is the way of our cities,” she says softly. It wasn’t just Ar that seemed to come and go on a king’s whim. Her hands would slide off his shoulders, running now down and over his chest, letting those claws of hers dance their little dance as they ventured further. “Are we going to Ar then, My Master?” she asks. She wasn’t stupid, reading into his words. Still, she would play a little game with him and give him a small, playful push. “Not willing to share it, yet you are willing to share me if asked?” she teases with honey lips.

[13:59] Crow (melchior.wardell) would cuddle her some more and as she questioned he frowns. “Yes although we still will spend time here too. Something I learned from Port Kar … I need a spot to hide and relax.” he shared. “We will not move just yet … but we can prepare and such.” as she spoke of sharing he frowns. “I never had the request as to share you. I would not know what to answer if anyone questioned.” he admitted. He was normally not a greedy or selfish bastard. “Why keep such a beautiful and very sensual beast all for myself.” he asks her as he would move her once more. So they would remain comfortable in the water.

[14:07] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would nod her head ever so sagely. She understood. They barely had time to themselves here in the lodge. There were a lot of things to take care of; a lot of responsibilities. EVen this moment in the bath was a rarity and she was enjoying it so much. Just them, their words and their love for each other. And Ar. “I shall prepare a selection of clothing, My Master,” she says in her soft tones. “Will you be taking up the scribe mantle?” She had blue, of course, to wear for such a time. Still, she would look at him a moment as her hands slipped between his thighs, fingers seeking his flesh at least until he denied any such request. The doll would grin, reaching up with a hand to boop him on the nose. “Master M did request, back in Lost City, and you did agree.” She chuckles some. “But he has never; I suspect it was about the chase for him.” Or something like that; she was not concerned by it – just found it humorous. Still, he questioned why he would keep her to himself and she would lean in, bringing her face to his. “I am yours, My Master, and care only for your attentions.” Anything else, such as luring the seekers, was just a part of her duty. Yet she knew she was property and he could do as he wished with her. A slave, a pet, a lover and a companion all in their different aspects. An object and a tool yet also a part of him. “Without you, I would be lost.”

[14:15] Crow (melchior.wardell) would feel her hands between his thigh and would not stop her. The moment of flesh against flesh an intimate one. One in which secrets could be shared. Insights could be given. And devotion could be shown. Crow although a cold and calculating assassin had a side to him he shielded for those not close enough.

Sure he could have sex and just act out upon lust. Yet he held a control over it. At rare moments he would allow that control to go and be the simple man that enjoyed his slave to the fullest

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The weaker sex

Posted in Black Caste, Black Lodge, Mastery on August 7, 2024 by crow1971

[11:23:31] Crow (melchior.wardell) was calling for the animal to stop but it did not listen. As it went around the fire and moved right over the pillows Crow would pull the leash and try to have the animal respond to his directions. “You stupid animal!” he called out “If you do not listen you will hurt yourself.” he warned as one of the branches swiped right in Crow’s face. “You damned Beast!”

[11:28:45] KeDjA (lilli.breda) raises her head as she hears the roar and the snorting and trampling of an animal outside the tent. Her hand remains in Arsu’s trousers, she has a job to do after all. Her brow furrows “I’m not sure if that’s a man scolding a slave or an animal” she turns her head to Arsus and grins at him for his words “maybe I’ll be generous and let you share in the cap empire” she winks before pulling her hand out of his trousers “I think someone needs your help, my master” back to protocol. Change of address. But she smiles. Happy.

[11:29:07] Crow (melchior.wardell) finally had the animal stop as it had found the meat that was there for consumption by the killers and their slaves. “No no no !!!” Crow called out again. Trying to get some control. “Why are you not listening.” he questioned. Surely very much aware that the animal would not answer him. It was devouring the feast of whatever was out there for his reach. Crow leaned forward as to see if his weight might do anything, but the aninal only enjoyed the meat and gave a casual glance to Crow as to hush him down. “You must be a woman.” he tells it. “Those like to battle with me too. A man would know when to stop. Surely you wish to be whipped.”

[11:31:05] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): Crow was talking about a stupid animal, hadn’t he managed to shoo away a fly? As much as he was amused by the thought of Crow waving his hands to shoo the fly away, the fly sticking its tongue out and humming ‘nänänänänääääääääää’, it had to be something else, flies don’t make such dull, loud noises on the ground when they walk. He should take a look at and as Kedja pulled out her hand he nodded. Lets take a look outside.

[11:31:37] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): “Lets take a look outside”

[11:33:45] KeDjA (lilli.breda) nods slightly, briefly adjusts the scarf around her hips and follows him. Passing the washstand, she briefly dips her hands in the water and dries them with the same hip towel. She hums softly before stepping out of the tent, curious to see who is making such a noise. She stops humming as she does so.

[11:34:19] Crow (melchior.wardell) was unaware of being overheard. Not that he had time to over think things. Surely the animal was trying to overstep the boundaries Crow had set for it. When the Tharlarion took hold of the sausages and again looked at Crow, he laughed. “Do you have any idea how silly this looks” he asks “I mean … as if you are unfit to get your own food.” he taunted. As Klauw looked at him it almost seemed as if there was mirth in its eyes. “You are a woman. I must have guessed right.” he stated. “Teasing until I get my whip and than all hugs and kisses.”

[11:39:31] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): When Arsus opened the tent, he froze for a moment, if he were a Northman he would certainly have called out ‘by odin’, if he were a Southman he might have called out ‘by the silks of my slave’, but here he froze for a moment. He looked up to see if there was a rider on it, he hoped so. A thalarion like that was capable of tearing down all the tents. He caught sight of Crow talking to the Thalarion in a slightly amused manner, so they seemed to know each other. “Greetings Crow” he called upwards, hopefully not too loudly, he didn’t want the Thalarion to get spooked.

[11:40:41] KeDjA (lilli.breda) pauses as a huge Thalarion stands in front of the tent. She hears Crow’s words about women and grins broadly “A whip will do no good, Master. Only a blow to the eye or ear with a stick will do. Kurt wouldn’t even feel it,” she blinks and keeps a clear distance from the animal. She is never comfortable with carnivores

[11:42:20] Crow (melchior.wardell) looked over his shoulder tears in his eyes “Greetings you both.” as he noted Arsus and Kedja there. “I am sorry. Did I wake you ?” he asks. “Klauw seems to have a mind of her own.” he explained. “I did not know if it was a male of female . But now I know. Please forgive me Kedja, but this animal tries to get under my skin like only a woman can.” he explained. “Arsus can you please take the leash near her beak. She will eat all that is there if we do not stop her.” he expliained.

[11:45:56] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): Arsus knew how voracious Thalarios are, with a determined step he wants to go towards the Thalarion, catches his right foot in a long and very stable blade of grass and would actually fall down for a long time, but he skillfully rolls on the ground, grabs the leash and stands up again as if it was meant to be. “i’ve got the leash” he shouts triumphantly

[11:49:13] Crow (melchior.wardell) was trying to not get into that laugher that was difficult to stop. He barely managed as Arsus held the leash. When Arsus had it “Let me get from its back.” he reasons. While he tried to keep pressure upon the animals back so it wouldn’t move to much. “Oh my .. By the Priest Kings … this is quite the challenge.” he winked towards Kedja “Seems some women know how to put up a fight.” he jested. as he would take the leash from Arsus and would move the animal back to the post he had created so it could cool off – or was it Crow that needed to cool off.

[11:50:41] KeDjA (lilli.breda) smiles at Crow. There was no need to apologise to her. “I just wanted to say that Thalarion won’t feel the lashes, Master. The only sensitive areas are the ears and eyes. Not like us women. We’re naturally sensitive all over,” she then grins briefly and watches Arsus as he tries to reach the leash. Sometimes she wonders how it is that he survived his training.

[11:52:09] Crow (melchior.wardell) would love to have the talent of reading thoughts !

[11:57:09] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): “Well Crow, it looks like you got a new wife… ähmmm a new thingy to train I mean. Looks like Klauw knows how to handle you” he laughs ” shouldn’t that be different?” “he would handover the leash to Crow and then he makes sure, something has been left to eat. “all woman are mostly the same Crow” still laughing “they make us believe that we have the say”

[11:58:34] Crow (melchior.wardell) turned back to Kedja as she spoke of the sensitive spots of a tharlarion. He was about to ask – but as he saw her think – thought better of it. Surely the sassy slave would have a to the point reply and make him look even more stupid. “Well I can not poke its eyes … surely she will not forgive me if I ever dare. And those ears … those are the problem.” he answers. He than turned to Arsus “Did my tharlarion tried to make you trip ?” Surely Crow had not seen the thing Kedja had. When Arsus spoke of women, Crow laughed again “Arsus … you must know by now that we are the weaker sex.”

[12:01:40] KeDjA (lilli.breda) is now grinning visibly as Arsu’s last sentence falls. She hastily lowers her head and bends down to tug at the strap around her right foot, as if this is extremely important. Her long hair falls forward, hopefully covering her face. She struggled to suppress her giggles as Crow went one better and spoke of the weaker sex. The strap on her foot required her full attention

[12:05:51] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) had made her way outside, rubbing her eyes; woken by a whole bunch of noise and commotion that she simply could not describe. Half asleep still, eyes still blurred, she padded over to where the warm bodies were. “Are we under attack, My Master?” she manages as she stifles half a yawn, tugging at her silks she had quickly thrown on as she moves.

[12:07:30] Crow (melchior.wardell) noted the strap on her foot and how much attention she gave it. Surely it betrayed that it wasn’t as much about the strap but her avoiding him to read her thoughts. As he turned back to Haru as she asked if they were under attack “Now you are asking?” he asks “If you were better trained you would have been here 10 ehn ago.” he stated in a voice that held his amusement. “Now Arsus had to safe the supper and other supplies Klauw got her teeth in.”

[12:08:32] KeDjA (lilli.breda) Haru sinks Kedja’s self-control with a single leap and she lets out a snort. Still bent over, her body shakes with laughter before she sits up and holds her stomach, trying desperately not to be so loud. She presses a hand over her mouth as tears of laughter well up in her eyes. Again and again her body is seized by a volley of laughter, which of course does not subside thanks to Crow’s response.

[12:08:59] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): “Yes yes, it was your Thalarion, what else” he said back, still tears in his eyes. Arsus woul look at Kedja, wondering what is so of interest with the strap on her foot. “I know that Crow, I know. they have the property of leading us to think that we are doing things of our own free will, yes yes”. He would then look to Haru, did only heard the word under attack and said “Thalarions, big as the mountains, I could not count them all, but I defended heroic our soup” he said with a laugh.

[12:12:05] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would relax but her face would fall at the responses. “I beg forgiveness, My Master, but you exhausted me so much last night I had no control over my waking ehn.” She rubs her eyes a little more, getting the sleep out of them as she looked over to Arsus and Kedja then. “Tal Master, Sister,” she says with a soft yawn. It would be a moment longer; she’d really been pulled right out of an intense dream. Her blurred gaze moves to Arsus. “Tharlarions are leading us, Master?” she hadn’t heard the earlier lines of conversation.

[12:12:53] Crow (melchior.wardell) would look from one to the other. Surely this couldn’t be true. This must be a joke or jest. None would believe them. Two killers and their slaves with a tharlarion. in a black caste tented compound were discussing the weaker sex.
[12:14:12] Crow (melchior.wardell) noted the tired look of his girl and could only guess that she was still exhausted. The kamasutra positions were quite difficult and high in numbers.

[12:22:23] αяѕυѕ (daimos.baarer): “Yes, no Haru” stammered Arsus, something had confused Haru. Arsus actually wanted to say something else, but looked at Kedja and thought she wanted to start dancing now when she turned around herself. Strangely enough, she then disappeared into the tent, laughing. “Umm, no Haru, the Thalarions aren’t leading us” he paused dramatically, drum rolls sounding in the background … “not anymore, I have heroically defended our soup, as I said before” ..

[12:24:44] Λdɨяα (sutara.luminos): would walk into the camp, as she would see Crow ,Arsus and Haru, Greetings Masters, Sister, she would look about for lovely Kedja, not seeing her of yet she would assume she was doing chores or on a task..

[12:25:05] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would blink at all of Kedja’s laughing and would look down at her outfit as if maybe she had triggered it. Was she wearing her silks inside out or something? Still, she would slide up to her masters, slipping her arms around his waist. She was just going to wait for it all to subside as she puzzled over the tharlarions and more, still trying to figure it out. Some mornings her brain could really take a moment to wake and get up to speed. She saw Adira and gave her a look as if she might be able to solve the whole puzzle.

[12:25:41] Crow (melchior.wardell) watches as Kedja moves into the tent. A brow arched in surprise as he turned his attention back to Arsus “I hope she is well ?” he stated as casual he could muster. Surely Crow tried to keep his own control over his laughter which was still very thin. He had not laughed this much in a long time. Surely he only needed Arsus, Kedja and his own girl for this much pleasure. Sure many killers were cool and all doom and shadows. But thankfully Arsus and Crow had been able to maintain that small part of their original personalities. They showed on occasions when they were in their privacy of their compound. When Arsus spoke of the soup Crow snorted. “The sausages are unfortunately spoils from its war.” as Adira came into their proximity he would smile to her “Greetings girl.” he offered.

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Fortune telling at the En ‘Kara Fair 2024 (Part 2)

Posted in Black Caste, En'Kara Fair 2024, Mastery with tags love, master, slave on March 20, 2024 by crow1971

[13:25] Crow (melchior.wardell) would smile warmly towards Adira “Elder … hmmm … yes.” Crow enjoyed the presence of Adira and her owner and missed the time in the Lost City at times. There had been a certain degree of lighthearted entertainment in the Lost City that had not been within the Port. When Haru spoke of Scar visiting he nodded “Yes I figured as much.” he replied. Crow was one of the few that had been able to keep his mentor to a degree of respect. Which had been hard considering what the man had done to more than a few people he cared for. He guessed Brooke would want to skin the man alive if she had her chance. “Ah yes …. a religion that is why I never felt the need to learn it” he stated on the Kaissa thing. It was clear that Crow would not kill over a piece of the game, unless he was paid for it of course. When Promesa spoke he grinned “Well Haru has her fortune told … and from what I understand the man knows his skill.” he winked at his girl there. “Do we want to visit the man ? Surely we can learn a lot by visiting.” he suggested. He felt it was harmless.

[13:27] Λdɨяα (sutara.luminos): would shake her head :”nay I have not been there as yet Master” she would admit, though she would have to go and get it done..just because she was curious about it “as she would listen to Crow she would furrow her brow a bit, she knew that name, well not him as far as she knew But she knew a slave the man has or had, she couldnt help but to wonder where Red was now,

[13:28] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would blink at the question a moment, looking at Promesa. “If My Master wishes to pay for you all to have your fortune’s read, who am I to deny that?” She catches her master’s wink and her cheeks would flush. It was as if it was only yesterday hers had been read and he knew what she had taken from it – moving to pull herself in for a tight hug. By the Kami.. the kings.. how she adored that man. To the ends of the world and back, even to places beyond that. “I wonder what their fortunes each will be,” she whispers. “Maybe Adira will bear a child for her master….” She looks over at her and grins devilishly. “And Promesa will be promised a thousand men.” Haru was more relaxed at the fair, as always, though if on a leash she would still fall to protocol.

[13:32] Promesa gave a tilt of her chin and smiled with a happy bob of her head. She was intrigued to be sure, and the almost girlish pleasure of something new, mysterious, and out of the ordinary promised to be entertaining at the very least, although she did not think she would be entertaining a thousand men, as Haru jested. She murmured to herself softly “A thousand is a bit much… I don’t think I’m even getting just one, anytime soon.” She moved to follow Haru and Crow, quickly and obediently heeling to position.

[13:32] Λdɨяα (sutara.luminos): eyes would grow big “Ohh no children for me..nope” she would chuckle but she was serious, she couldn’t even Imagine bringing in a smaller one of her into the world, the kid would be insane most likely she would muse “A tiny version of me would just be….chaos” she would joke.

[13:33] Crow (melchior.wardell) laughed at the mere suggestions of their fortune “Now nothing better than than the present. Lead the way, Haru. Let us all go and see if our fortunes is just as wonderful as yours.” he kept his smile “Children and a thousand men … is indeed something not in your both fortune. But some kindness, some joy and who knows some amazing nights of pleasure.” he grinned “Come – let us go.” he would wait till Haru showed the way.

[13:36] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would chuckle at all the reactions, turning to lead the way with a swing of her hips and a swish of her silks, purposely kicking the hip up to lift the silk to tease her master.

[13:40] Crow (melchior.wardell) would stop before the familiar stall. “Well Promesa you are up.” he suggested. He would offer the coin to the fortune teller as to have Promesa take position for her fortune. Crow pondered if the man would understand the importance of giving a good and optimistic insight instead one of doom.

[13:41] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) lead the way, a slight tug of her silk to reveal her delicious rump for her master. Firm, taut and smooth as the silks that covered them. “Here we are, My Master,” she chirps, waiting for him to catch up that she could step back into him, curling herself around him like the serpent he had started to call her. “Good luck Promesa, I hope it proves a good fortune.”

[13:43] Promesa followed through the busy and bustling fairgrounds, admiring the organization and flow of this years Sardar Fair, as opposed to past ones she remembered. She saw the colorfun tent and fortuneteller inside, and beamed, half-covering a laugh that snuck into her expression. “I shall think only positive thoughts! Let us hope that the future holds only promise!” she quipped, half-aware that she had made a pun.

[13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The first card we will read is the bottom card, the one closest to you.
[13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is called the reason card.
[13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Four of Swords. The Four of Swords represents a time of rest.
[13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This represents the catalyst for your question.
[13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The card in your past position. farthest to your left, is the
[13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Knight of Cups. The Knight of Cups represents a feminine man.
[13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is what has caused the situation or question.
[13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The card in your ‘present’ (center) position is the
[13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Three of Wands. The Three of Wands card represents established strength; success after initial hardship and difficulty.
[13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is what you are currently concerned with.
[13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The card farthest to your right is your current path forward.
[13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Three of Pentacles. The Three of Pentacles represents a good job. A job that is both emotionally and financially fulfilling.
[13:44] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This represents your future if you remain on your current path.
[13:45] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The next card is the potential future.
[13:45] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is the advice the cards contain for you.
[13:45] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Nine of Pentacles. The Nine of Pentacles represents wealth.
[13:45] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is what the cards see for you.
[13:45] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: I hope you enjoyed your reading.

[13:47] Promesa mused as she got up from the fortune teller’s table. “What a queer reading… a feminine man? An emotional and financially fulfilling job? I don’t think I can even have finances anymore!” She laughed lightly.

[13:48] Crow (melchior.wardell) laughed at the jest Promesa made and than settles to listen to her fortune. The cards had much to say and with it he could not read her face as to see if the man had any words that would ring true or would give future dreams and desires. “Well that seems deep … since wealth … for a slave … it seems there needs to be a deeper meaning to it.” he would look at both girls “Let me see if this man is any good.” he would move into the tent himself. The fortune teller already quite on edge by the mere visit of the killer.

[13:50] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would smile as the fortune was given, her mind wandering through it. It wasn’t hers to interpret though but rather Promesa’s so she would watch the girl with curiosity. It wasn’t until her master stepped into the tent that her face changed, a look of surprise crossing her features. “I hope it is the same as mine, My Master,” she purrs.

[13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Reset Tarot Board
[13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The first card we will read is the bottom card, the one closest to you.
[13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is called the reason card.
[13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Empress. The Empress represents the physical body and the material world.
[13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This represents the catalyst for your question.
[13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The card in your past position. farthest to your left, is the
[13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Emperor. The Emperor represents the mind. Rational thought.
[13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is what has caused the situation or question.
[13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The card in your ‘present’ (center) position is the
[13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Hierophant. The Hierophant represents the spiritual world (Also can mean Religious institution)
[13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is what you are currently concerned with.
[13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Ace of Swords, The Ace of Swords represents an insight or a breakthrough in the world of the spirit.
[13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The card farthest to your right is your current path forward.
[13:54] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This represents your future if you remain on your current path.
[13:55] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: The next card is the potential future.
[13:55] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is the advice the cards contain for you.
[13:55] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: Six of Wands. The Six of Wands card represents time when the strife and competition of the past have been overcome. The Six of Wands sometimes indicates the successful formation of a friendship or a romantic relationship.
[13:55] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: This is what the cards see for you.
[13:55] NaS-T Tarot Card Reader: I hope you enjoyed your reading.

[13:56] Promesa grinned and whispered to Haru as the final card was turned and read aloud “Seems to be a close match, neh? Lucky you!@ Mistress.” she added the last part with a smile.

[13:58] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would look over the cards. The empress, the emperor, the soul…. a breakthrough and a romantic relationship. Tilting her head slightly, she looks to Promesa a moment, curious how she knew of what her own reading was, blinking a moment. “Oh it has a strong meaning when connected to my own,” she says, slipping her arms around her master’s waist, pulling herself in so close that she could almost be absorbed into him if he was made of jelly. “Looks like you are stuck with me, My Master,” she teases. “The cards have spoken.” Which helped settle her a little after the comments of the day before. That stark reminder.

[14:03] Crow (melchior.wardell) would ponder on the cards but knew the fortune teller to afraid to speak of anything negative. The many daggers upon his body might have helped in an easy and enjoyable reading. “Hmm… it seems so, mine.” he stated. “Now we can sleep at ease.” he jested. Surely it was good fun, but he knew that Haru had taken it very serious. And therefor he would too. “Let us see the tavern to see if there is any entertainment.” he suggested as he would take both girls on his leash.

[14:06] Haru (cecilia.ushimawa) would nod her head a little, purring as she cuddles him. Haru had her superstitions and the fortune teller had never proven her wrong. “Yes, My Master,” she purrs. Reaching out to take Promesa’s hand if she could, she tries to lead her with them. “To the tavern for drinks, dances and celebrations!” She was in a good mood after that reading and quickly followed after him.

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A pierced slave

Posted in Mastery, The End or the beginning? with tags love, master, slave on October 1, 2023 by crow1971

[10:20] Crow (melchior.wardell) would move up “Wait.” he told her as he would head towards the kitchen. He would take a cloth – a candle and a sharp needle. He would have the cloth cold with water as he seated himself to the table. “I have waited, but since you showed yourself so pretty. I am convinced that this route is your true being. So with it i will allow you to wear even more jewelry.” he paused there so she could understand the effect of what he would do “But a girl with pierced ears is no longer a woman that can hide her true nature. ” he would place some very beautiful earrings upon the table. It was clearly a valuable set. “These were bought for this occassion.” he tells her. “do you understand?” he asks as he held the needle in the fire and offered the wet / cold cloth to her earlob.

[10:29] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) must of dozed off on his lap because she woke up a little startled and almost jumped up swiftly. Once her brain was functioning again, she lifts her head up off his lap and her eyes follow him to the kitchen. His words made her look down to the brand upon her thigh and her fingers teased over the fleshy mark. Now came the next step and as those words sunk in, her fingers reached up and toy with the thick gold band around her neck. ” My true being and my place is at your feet, my Master.. ” was swift to admit. She then smiled and thought back to yesterday and all those eyes upon her. She’d accepted her place and how it was to be way before then, tho. She understood her fate was always sealed since the day she lay eyes upon him all those decades ago. He was then her one true love and now… Now she lived and breathed for him in a truly different way. ” I understand and I’m ready..” She admits as she looked to needle he was warming and the earrings he’d placed down. There was no panic just calm as she cooled her ear with the cloth. She trusted him like no other and no pain could ever match the one of branding, it was even worse than childbirth.

[10:36] Crow (melchior.wardell) was as with anything someone that took much effort in creating the right circumstances. The needle hot and disinfected by the temperature of the flame would be taken between his fingers as he would brush her hair back from her shoulders so the earlob would be exposed. He took great care to see where it would be placed best. He would now take the cloth from her fingers, hoping the cold would have numb her earlob some. With a deadly precision he would pierce her earlob. The movement quick as he would commit his murders – without doubt but just there. “Hold still.” he asks as he would now take one of the earrings and have it quickly in the small pierced earlob. “You must move the earring each day a few times.” he told her. “So the flesh will not stick to the earring and have it painful.” he would now start to cool down the other earlob as he would again take the needle to have it disinfected and hot again.

[10:42] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) waited and waited some more but focused on him as she watched the concentration on his face. She knew it was coming, just not when so held her breath and didn’t let it go, until there was a short sharp prick. Of course, it hurt but not as bad as she thought it might be. It stung and nipped at the skin but it wasn’t worth making a fuss about.She exhaled and smiled from ear to ear as he now placed the small trinket in her ear. It was strange, heavy even and as much as she wanted to reach up and touch it, she didn’t dare. ” Thank you ..” she cooed as he moved on to the other ear next. She brushed her hair out of the way this time and settled her gave back on his handsome face. ” Understood my Master..” she adds to his instructions as she waits for the repeat of the same process.

[10:45] Crow (melchior.wardell) would look at the earlobe as to see that both earrings would be on the same height and place. He was autistic like that. He liked if things were balanced well. Again he would do the piercing as if he would commit murder. The motion with precision and never with the doubt as one that might try not to hurt. He knew that if he would do it slow the sting would only be prolonged. When he felt the needle through the flesh of her earlobe he would take the other earring and place it within the fresh pierced hole. “Let us see.” he would brush her hair over her shoulders to see if both earrings were indeed there were he wanted them to be.

[10:53] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) was ready for the next one and once again she held her breath. Her eyes not leaving him once more. She waited and waited and then it happened, that short, sharp and quick pain and him working to place the earring in. She wasted in time in scooping up her hair and knotting it so as he had a good view. She had no clue what they looked like but it was a surreal feeling to have weight within her ears. Again she waited in anticipation of his response and his approval.

[10:55] Crow (melchior.wardell) was pleased with his work, but also with the look of the pierced girl. The earrings completed her look exquisite. “Perfect.” he shares. “I guess you need to get used to the weight of the earrings but that will be quick.” he tells her.

[10:59] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) couldn’t resist and she reached up and ran her fingers carefully over one erring and then the other. They were sore but bearable and it was all made worth while when he called them or was it her- perfect. ” it will come..” She smiled to his words as her hand lowered back down and she pushed up on her knees to lean over and place a kiss to his cheek. Would she ever tire or the man? She very much doubted that, she knew she’d love him until the day she died.. ” Thank you my master..” she whispered with her lips still pressed to his cheek.

[11:03] Crow (melchior.wardell) allowed her the kiss and smiled – his rare smile. “You look the part now.” he teases as he would again caress her cheek “Now … let us see the city for a bit.”

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Teacher (2)

Posted in Mastery, The End or the beginning? on September 20, 2023 by crow1971

[11:36] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) heard the arrival of Alexio but her concentration didn’t stray. “Because… ” She sucked in as he asked a relatively obvious question.” Because my Master there are scrolls and some of the girls have been helpful to assist. Putting the ideas i read into action is one of the best ways to secure them in my mind. Practice is a very effective form of learning.” She’s still not let all her inhibitions loose they both knew this. She felt the blood rush through her veins and the blushes accelerate over her body suddenly. ” What would you like me to show you, my Master?” she asked hastily.

[11:37] Aleixo Alexiada (mahler.skinstad): “Tal Crow, good to see you again, nice work locating the camp.” He said while taking a seat on the cushion, watching the pani girl dance, after all, he loved her body., only when tina got closer to him with the pitcher, he move to grab a good gulp on it, directly from the pitcher itself, the good thing about watered down Paga is that we could drink more.

[11:39] Mori Cloud Stepping into the pit she looked down at her little feet a moment, contemplating what she might do for his pleasure; tossing her dark hair over her shoulder she lifted her blade up to look over her ivory skinned shoulder resting her chin there, her striking blue eyes fixated to him pointedly as the conversations abounded around her. Slowly she dipped her hip lifting her arms up to expressly show off her body to him at his pleasure, facing for the Rariu’s there watching him drink and speak the girl in the red silks seving him, she turned about in her dance (afk a bit making some lunch 🙂 )

[11:39] Crow (melchior.wardell) would nod slowly as he listens “So now you know how a perfect serve needs to go ? And yet I did not enjoy it. I did not buy a slave that can read it from the book. I bought you.” he would turn to Aleixo to have his slave ponder on his words. “Yes, well it wasn’t that hard. It almost felt as if they wanted to be found.” he tells matter of factly.

[11:45] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) might of at one time had a cocky answer to stab back with but these day that sarcasm didn’t get chance to elude her thoughts. She loved him but she also feared him just as much. The drastic change to their life was forever a whirlwind of thinking on the spot. He’d stabbed her with his words and they hurt her more than he could imagine. They had the desired effect to her. She have an answer or fight the words of her being bough, that was their business. The sheer worry of being disgraced and disowned and the bonus of knowing her could of killed her so as she took his secure to the grave and still could kill in without a though, kept her on her toes.” I could’ve done better my Master… Much better.” Sh bleats.

[11:45] Aleixo Alexiada (mahler.skinstad): “With Kassandra weird, sorcerous powers its gets a bit too easy i guess.” He smirked taking another deep gulp on the watered down paga, as he moved his hand toward Tina breasts, teasing her, even pinching her nipples. “You are the next.”

[11:48] Tina (eloresholluna) feel the big hands of the man slip under her red silk, and pinch her nipple, powering on, the machine of her body, breathing on the ember, making the fire awaken. She close her eyes, feeling a tingling on her vagina, and her nipples getting erected.. her sking sensitive.. ” Yes Master..” she whisper, not knowing what is this about, but knowing she will be next, apparently. The burning cleaver mind, trigered by the master assassin, instantly shut down, when the warrior, make her become the beast, again.

[11:50] Crow (melchior.wardell) would sip his wine “You do not get it. YOU of all women do not get it.” he stated. “You who might have all the tools to do it right – gives me not the right answer.” he would push her buttons. He had tried to instruct her with a story, words, suggestions and yet she had not seen what was right in front of her. “There is no konger a veil, no longer a robe of concealment and yet you rob me of what i desire most.” with that he would turn his attention to the dancing slave. It was done on purpose. Perhaps his though approach would have her understand more.

[11:58] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) almost stumbled back, he might as well of tossed her across the room and slammed her into a wall. His words cut like the sharpest of knifes. His tone and words were was painful to hear. He was a trigger to her emotions and now she was riddled with pure disappointment of never being enough for him. He hit the nail right on the head in more ways than one. This was a public lesson and maybe it had been the publicity of the former censor now nothing more than a slave that had held her back. She wasn’t a crier and certainly not in public but there were some forming in her sea green pools and she choked back a ” My Master…” She had to think fast but also had the understanding that he was one step ahead. Always had been and always would be.” An insignificant woman like me should know better…” She bleats as she contemplated her next move.

[11:59] Aleixo Alexiada (mahler.skinstad): He smirked for the moment as he had one hand at the pitcher of watered down paga, drinking from it, watching the Pani slavegirl dance on the sand, and the other one pinching Tina breasts, even pressing it a bit too hard, as he loved to see her squeak around like a mouse. “Crow i kinda had a idea here, based on the Kajira games we had last time.”

[12:03] Tina (eloresholluna) wine, like a poor dog a moment, when she feel the big finger of the man, press her nipples too hard.. grimacing. and trying to take it off from his pinch when the pain become too hard to endure. But she do not break her position or try to runaway from him. Knowing and have tasted already his brutality.

[12:05] Crow (melchior.wardell) would slap her across the face – a motion so casually given – and yet there had been deep and all kind of thoughts considered. The slap controlled but enough to have it sting. First he would talk to Aleixo as if she had not spoken at all “Oh ?” his voice held nothing of what transpired before him. “What are you thoughts?” he asks. He would now have his eyes sharply upon Hinder “Do not play coy with me. You are only what you think I want you to be. You do not have the right to keep yourself from me.” he spat to her. Again all in purpose. How much turmoil there was within him – did not emerge to his eyes or pose. The turmoil remained there in the deepest of his thoughts and emotions.

[12:12] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) didn’t see his hand coming, so the blow was harsh and flung her head from one side to the other and back again. It stung, her ears rung and for a moment she all she could see was stars. She wasn’t being coy, shes not had time to align that idea at any point but she understood why he’d say it.. She could tell anyone what they wanted and needed to hear, even him when she carried him babies. She was a woman who could play anyone with words.. besides him. All she could do was throw herself forward and at his feet and mercy. Not as gently and as thoughtfully as she did every day to greet and welcome him. She lunged and pressed her cheek to his sandaled foot.

[12:16] Crow (melchior.wardell) would sip his wine as she would throw herself to his feet. Yet he had not yet broken her. Perhaps it needed just an extra push. There was this thin line as to break her understanding of what once was – to what she now was. Yet if he would push it to hard it would have a counter effect. He nudged her with his sandal as if to dispose her from it. The motion not with the intent to truly discard her, but to play his displeasure. He would now observe how far she would go in her plead as he drained the last of his wine.

[12:16] Aleixo Alexiada (mahler.skinstad): He kept playing with Tina breasts, massaging, rubbing, caressing gentle.. and from time to time tugging and pinch her nipples a bit too hard, enough to make her squeaky, so he could restart the entire game he was doing with her. “I think i will createa Kajirta workout program, you girls are all overweight.”

[12:24] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) pressed her cheek down hard, likely having the indentations of the straps on her cheek and she’d of stayed there until he nudged her and discarded her. She knew the signs and that simply rejection wounded her more. The woman had no idea what to do, her mind sudden;y wasn’t her own but her body still was. She rose back up to a kneeling position. Head hung low as her tears trailed in rivers down her cheeks. She was in so much turmoil and just couldn’t think straight. He was in her head and under her skin.. but truly he had and still did hold her heart in his hands. ” My Master…” she begged out. If ever she needed guidance, it was right now. She truly felt helpless and physically didn’t know what to say or do even if mentally she was bound to him and this new feeling of feeling lost and helpless.

[12:26] Mori Cloud she had danced throughout the ongoings, her little feet moving through the sands that gently cradled her weight, her arms outstretched forward or over head, moving with a grace and sinew of music that was only heard in her own ears to attempt to please the Rarius’ lest he take her anew with his pleasures or displeasures though still she had danced from the girl of which the Master so teased a tiny nipple, calling them fat as it were, overweight he had worded, and to the other slave girl who was wrought with slavish sorrows that only she would overcome in due time. Smiling she stilled a moment wanting to curl into the Master Rarius’ lap or continue her dance

[12:28] Aleixo Alexiada (mahler.skinstad): “Come here Yomi, we will be leaving soon, after all i have a special surprise for you all.” He smirked with the nasty ideas that was growing in his mind and then reached his hand toward the girl, inviting her to his lap, so he could pet her a bit.

[12:30] Crow (melchior.wardell) would look at Aleixo “I like my slave a woman that lived. That is perfect in her own skin. But to have her more fit – that would be an excellent idea. I want her being able to keep up with me if there is need for it.” he reasons. He would than turn his attention to Hinder “Serve me again.” he pressed the empty vessel to her hands. Stern eyes upon her. There was no longer a way to hide behind decadence or arrogance. There she was her slave make up run through. The woman that was nothing – no longer a woman with a past. In anything she would need to reinvent herself – right here – right now.

[12:30] Mori Cloud stilling her breasts rising and falling from her exertion of her dance she heard him, her cheeks blushing even though she still felt him on her skin, inside and out. The blush reached her ear tips and moving she took his hand, large, calloused, strong and powerful that he might pull her to his lap, falling there into his embrace, nestling like a wanton and she drew up her knees to push herself into a more comfortable seated position “yes…Master” she agreed worried already with his smirk

[12:35] Aleixo Alexiada (mahler.skinstad): He moved his face toward yomi and then gave her a small pec in her lips, like a good reward for her skillfully dance, then he grabbed her cum stained ass after such savage mating they had done before, pulling the girl closer as he chatted with Crow. “Well, yours have a good strong lower body, like Yomi here.” he gave Yomi a good groping right after his words.

[12:36] Targo Da Leatherslapper (vadikobrecht) grins upon seeing the newcomer. “Welcome!”

[12:37] Crow (melchior.wardell) would lift his hand to the new arrivals, but kept his focus on his slave – still new to his collar and in training.

[12:37] Aleixo Alexiada (mahler.skinstad): “Nice to see you Aethius, i was about to work these girls a bit, i guess you could join too at least to laugh.” He lookedatthe other man and nodded. “nice to meet you, Aleixo, from the house Alexiada.”

[12:38] Mori Cloud her tiny frame pulled into him was elevated immediately by the kiss he’d presented her it made her blush a shade pinker, if he kept this up he’d turn her as scarlet as a kajira’s silks and patting her cheeks she looked away, feeling his proud grabbing of her bottom as he proclaimed it was good and strong, and a tiny sound resembling a laugh escaped her, it was breathy and amused, pressing her brow against his hairy chest as it were. Sitting up alerted as the other patrons arrived “Greetings… Master…” she had said to the large man seated on the cushion, then seeing the other arrive she imparted another small “greetings Master” before nestling into the span of the Rarius’ chest timidly

[12:38] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) didn’t put two and two together about fitness.. She was a once a vessel for babies who love good food and especially muffins. Her body had many a tale to tell, stretch marks, flab and all..Her body was a shapely safe temple, once upon a time with a history far more than most breed slaves. She’d learned in the last few weeks to embrace it and show her curves and assets and had even been judged by one or two bitter and jealous slaves.. But she was who she was and happy in her own skin. Her hands left her thighs as he thrusts the bowl into her hand and barked his orders. The tear ridden woman rose back to her feet, without any time to sweep away the tears from her cheeks. She’d mastered to art of rising gracefully so did- Her chunky thighs helping her wise to her full height. ” Yes, my Master..” she uttered to his request along with a bow of her head. He’d wanted more sway to her shapely hips and by god did she try.. With one foot in front of the other, those shapely child baring hips and that well rounded ass, swaggers and sways its way back to the bar.

[12:40] Aetius: * looks towards alex * Oh ehllo my friend.. Busy with slaves again? Thank you for the effort, I can’t join though.. at least not today

[12:40] Targo Da Leatherslapper (vadikobrecht): “I trust everyone’s day has fared well?” He imparted an open hand to the others in greet after lighting up his pipe with refreshed bud.

[12:42] Aleixo Alexiada (mahler.skinstad): “Well, some are bit overweight, they can use some sweating.” He chuckled while grabbing the Pani girl ass harder so he could stand her up as well. and then started to walk to the arena. “I will send the town criers to announce it.”

[12:44] Crow (melchior.wardell) was a killer and did not really think someone wished to know how his day was. Often it meant murder or the darker side of life. “I am alright. I hope you are doing fine ?” he asks – with a mild interest. He wasn’t on his best behavior this day – for reasons he could not address. He would keep a sharp look upon his own slave “Seems the warrior is taking your serve.” he stated to Targo “Hinder, see that the other fellow is served too.” he would arch a brow in question “Something she can bring you?” it would complicate things for his slave – but he wanted her to learn quick.

[12:48] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) didn’t dare look back but could only hope his eyes had been on her as she made for the bar. it was much easer this time and the bowl in her hand was refilled with his ka la na. She felt this sick feeling as her body clammed up, and her heart race like a herd of bosk along a plain in winter, and every muscle begun to tense and tingle as her owner added to the order and offered her services. It was all a test. every waking minute was a test and today, he was hitting the nerves and trying to drag out of her some confidences and boldness, yet also reminded her of her place. She lived and breathed for him, that hadn’t changed. She span around on the spot to see if the man was about t make her day worse or better.

[12:50] Targo Da Leatherslapper (vadikobrecht) was quite aware of the vibration of which Crow put out. Undevoid was Targo’s true nature to anything dark and mysteriously eccentric. “Ale lass!” he shouts. “I am Targo Da Leathermaker. I have been dealing in leathers for quite some time for the good of Ar and have returned this day again to it with resupply. Might I interest you in any sleen material to your liking?” He grins as only his kind could, sharing the impassive tone being shared by the man to his 11 o’clock. He then glanced over at Hinder, also taking in her form with eyes of precision. He could sense the girls discomfort though waved it off, aloof thereof.

[12:53] Crow (melchior.wardell) nods his head once “Well met Targo of the leathermaker. I am Crow – undertaker.” he replied – to the point. Who would wear all black if he wasn’t of the caste of assassins? “Forgive me but I only obtained some of the belts and such a few hands back. ” he said honestly “You are a traveled man?”he asks – trying to make casual conversation.

[13:01] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) stood with her owners drink in one hand and with the other she wiped away the tears with her palm. She studied the stranger for a moment and tried to recall him. He was a small part of her past, somewhere, some how and for some reason.. She knew him. She bounced her teary gaze between both men and tried to make a connection. Even if she had, it wouldn’t be mentioned. He’d offered her a reprieve and she appreciated it as he declined. Now she had to get from her side of the room to his. Gracefully her rounded hips begin to gyrate gently back and forth as she moved to her owner again. It was only as she stopped before him that she felt the need to yield her body to his. it unfold and exhibits itself through movement. Her slender and muscular body lowers once before him. She bends her knees deeply, her bottom swaying to the floor in waves, letting her knees open wide as she settled. she wanted his attention and needed it. She waited a moment and rolled his bowl up her chest and to her lips but paused to try and catch his eyes.

[13:02] Targo Da Leatherslapper (vadikobrecht) was puffing and streaming distinctive billowing smulders upward of distinctive smoke. “I am but a dumb Torvie. Just a simpleton of very low caste in the world of the south. A subcaste merely of merchants. I though frequently tarn here and there servicing those clients in need. Coin is coin man.” Obviously, he asked should the man be interested in smooth, black sleen wares, crafted with intelligent simplicity were those tailored by Targo. “Well met Crow Da Undertaker. How’s business?” he grins again. “I know how it be to have new slaves in need of being broken. I understand the Ubar has stepped down?”

[13:05] Crow (melchior.wardell) would observe her and yet she was most pretty when she was not in her mind but in her heart. The very moment she started to think – he could see that the beauty vanished. It was when she was without care or thoughts as to what he might wish she was on her best. As she knelt before him he would not have his eyes from her. Every motion noted “Business is calm, or as calm as it can be when a city as Ar is in war. ” he nodded to Marlenus stepping down. “The position was transfered to Ren. The former captain. As to what happened to Marlenus is anyones guess. Perhaps drunk after a quick companionship ceremony ? Who knows.”

[13:10] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) had heard what was said by Targo but it was fleeting and merely in passing for now. She now had Crows attention even as he spoke to him. There was a wealth of warmth and even a glow to her face. His eyes were on hers and in return hers were lost in his. Her lips once again to lay on the rim of his cup, She kissed it once and then again for good measures before she fearlessly offered it out to him. ” My Master…: ” she mummers breathlessly. Nothing mattered,not a thing besides the depth of her offering.

[13:11] Targo Da Leatherslapper (vadikobrecht) nods towards the man. He observed how obedient the girl was performing finally standing to step towards the servery for his own fill. “She will be a fine slave eventually. I like it when a girl knows who to serve and when. Just this day I almost slit a womans throat for stealing a serve from me. It was a slave who was upon my lap in service when the girl jumped to the womans whims. The girl and womans carotid artieris almost severed with an ulu.” The bone handled ulu was kept at the small of Targo’s back…

[13:16] Crow (melchior.wardell) watched her – held her in the position of her offering the drink. He studied how she looked. He would now reach out and have his finger trail along her skin from pushing some of her locks of hair behind her left shoulder and trail it along the collar bone and have it go down upon her belly and almost to her sex. He would than take it from her and sip his wine. “When you hold nothing back – Understand that everything is mine – I own you not only by what you think, or consider I wish. I want the good, bad and ugly – Everything. Every time you with hold something from me you will be whipped again.” he would now watch Targo “No slave has yet failed me. All it needs is time and focus.” the last not as much by the slave but him – If she failed he had too.

[13:26] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) hands around the bowl already trembled merely by his look, so when his finger came out, he might a well offer a slap again. He blew her mind, soured her senses and her sandaled feet curl. She could barley hold it together and it all came away with sweet trembling moans as he teased over her skin and down towards that lately constantly aching mound. She’d craved that touch and now she had it, it was mind blowing. Her vision was only him and she felt on top of the world. She couldn’t even give a coherent ‘ Yes my master.. ” Her body was dong to talking and rolled towards him as a warmth and hunger built between her thighs. it was when he took his drink that she lifted her hands up behind her head to knit and bond in the tresses of her dirty blond hair. She was impatiently patient but eager too.

[13:27] Targo Da Leatherslapper (vadikobrecht): “Yes, those are wise words. Where do you hail from Crow?” He was now pondering on the man. His expression that of a bit of intrigue as he took in the details of his form. “I have been an overseer of sluts in my past. When a girl shames a man, especially in public, there are dire consequences and repercussions. She bring dishonor to not only herself but to the keeper of the beasts neck-ware. An true axe of the north can be many things.”

[13:28] Targo Da Leatherslapper (vadikobrecht) puts away his pipe then returns to the spot he once was…

[13:33] Crow (melchior.wardell) watched her could see her craving and yet she was not yet pushed over the edge of no return. As he observed her his eyes were over her shamelessly. Every inch of her skin devoured by his look alone. A look that promised her in 1001 positions for his pleasure. Yet he would not bend her over and fuck her. No there needed to be that perfect time – to her training. As he was questioned by Targo he grinned “As an assassin there is no real sense of Home Stone or such. However I was born, raised and have my court in Ar.” he stated. Not giving his position – since it held little value for those not of his caste. “This one was a freewoman a few hands back. A very intelligent woman – but it clouds her mind and ables her to overthink things.” he would regard the man for a moment. “Tell me what you see?” he would now indicate for Hinder to stand in the sand.

[13:43] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) was a woman starved since she’d surrendered and given up her freedom She’d been deprived of her sexual needs as a free woman – A fun time and then nine months as a baby making machine but that was shit. Plus all that responsibly as a woman, mother, sister and free woman.. Akkk. She was about to pull her hands from her head and clutch her ankle and lean right back, she only got half way in that slender lean before she is demanded to stand forth. Ankle clutching would wait and so would her idea. The woman slithered and rose back up. There was no point sweating it, she rose and in doing she peeled the knotted top up over her head to toss to the side and reveal a set a weight globes. Her pants followed next and without a second thought or doubt, she peeled then from her hips to pool at the floor. it was only as she stepped out of them that she stepped in to the sands for the first time ever. She made herself available to both sets of eyes.

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[13:44] Targo Da Leatherslapper (vadikobrecht) lifts his mug sipping of its contents. Upon hearing the mans confirmation of his caste, it was already confirmed to him by his nature and chosen livery that he was a Killer. “Yes Killer, that I figured of you to be one. He then glanced towards Hinder, allowing his gaze to inspect her from top to bottom inso processing the mans words. “Paradise…” He would organically blurt out the slaves refound name he would decide on calling her. As his eyes grazed again upward from toes to the hues of Hinders eyes, to him it would be Paradise to stroke the girls skin with tip of moist tongue. “A fine looking little morsel. I’m sure in time her serve will match her beauty. I would offer close to a gold for a slave with whom a true connection is made with grace. Free women are indeed seeking their truth.”

[13:48] Crow (melchior.wardell) nodded to the man and when he spoke of a gold and to what pleasure he could imagine her he would watch her. Those words were wise ad with the intent to truly get her in the direction she needed to be guided. “Show us what you are ? Do not dare to kneel or hide.” he would give her the boundaries of her promise. “Start with little and feel it within your heart. Part of those wise words of old that contained you.” there he was the old teacher – the patient killer. Showing his skill in training – and where there seemed to be warmth there was the deceitful truth of him being a murderer with little to no restrain to end a life when it was paid for.

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The kiss of a whip

Posted in Black Caste, Mastery, The End or the beginning? with tags love, master, slave on September 13, 2023 by crow1971

[2023/09/12 12:44] Crow would have his cloak from his shoulders. Placing his blade on the familiar spot and in reach for if it was needed.

[2023/09/12 12:46] Hinder had found that quite something and even made her way through the street naked and sweaty towards home. Had he gone to the bathes, then she’d of followed but there was some relief as he heads for heme. She’d left home in quite the hurry , her notes were all over the place. The woman had been to the library and studying things that as a free woman had no need to her. Sheets of things such as dance, obedience slave positions littered the place. she Only remembered as they were there when they returned. There had been much taken in. ” I’ve to submit to you yet..my Master.. I read that.until i do such I’m not truly yours..” . She mummers

[2023/09/12 12:49] Crow would take of his braces and although he had noted the scrolls he had ot yet spoken of them. “Ah … yes there is a position. I can imagine that the position is one for those of the caste of warriors, we of the black have little need for it. But if you believe it having value … By all means.” he tells her while he awaits her.

[2023/09/12 12:58] Hinder watched his every move but knew he was at home here. It was his home with her little touch to make it comfy. She’d hear him out and then tread towards him., stepping before him as he spoke. “You’re no warrior nor were you truly a scribe.. You are one of the wisest men I’ve ever met.. Ten warriors would never compare to you.. twenty and at times i could see you as the ubar of ar.. ” Her hand was twitching to reach out and touch his chest but she held back and lifted to lay upon her own chest, over her heart instead. ” I’m yours… always have been and always will be . She is no more and i am who I’m meant to be.. Yours “

[2023/09/12 13:02] Crow would watch her as she approached. He could tell that there were desires to which she held back. Within the home such was not needed, but outside of it there needed to be control. “Words.” he replied to her. Not in teh desire to make them less to what they were, but they held nothing if what was said not truly being felt. “I am not a warrior or scribe. I am not an outlaw but an Assassin. Something that is not earned easy.” he tells her in truth. “Did you read in these scrolls that you need to be kissed by a whip to truly feel slavery.” he asks her as ever a sharp eye upon her to observe whatever went through her.

[2023/09/12 13:08] Hinder felt a sharp pang as he said ‘ words’. ” Actions.”she breathlessly replied with a quiver to her voice and tone.Already she could feel her knee’s shake, tremor and near buckle because of this. They were no strangers.She was new to her collar and not his presence . ” You were once seen as one.. ” she didn’t allow their glory an power to take over this moment. Instead, she nods her head and prepared her heart, body and mind. ” Would you like me to bring it to you my Master?” she quivers.

[2023/09/12 13:11] Crow would regard her with the intent to see through whatever she believed he wished. In a way he knew that she would already fill in his desires and how important it was to see to these. “Actions – or meaning.” he replied to her first word. He could see whatever she believed to being there. “Yes, bring it to me.” he replied to her.

[2023/09/12 13:19] Hinder was no stranger to seeings girls bringing the whip to Marlenus or Sleen as they welcomed girls into the place. She’s never understood the drive until now. Her heart raced ad her mind swirled as she waited for his reply. ” Yes, my Master..” she replied before she knots her hands behind her back and moved to the assortment of tools close by,.. She’d see this from Gen and doubted herself for a movement but once courage was found, she reached out and grasped the instrument between her teeth There was a moment where she might of dropped it and didn’t turn back to face him until it was secure between her pearly whites so as she could pad back towards him with There was a weakness but also a confidence and release in this moment but it was never her call. Her sea green lift to meet his as her emotions take over body and soul.

[2023/09/12 13:23] Crow would watch as to how she would take the whip between her teeth and have it offered to him. He would take it from her lips as he would hold it within his hand. He felt the leather in his hand. A familiar feeling when it came to it. He had whipped slaves on number of occasions. The straps that would be used to have her whipped. were taken between his fingers. Just as another day he had coiled her hair between his fingers. He would not take her wrist and have her move to the stand. He needed to see if he could have her attached while she was not facing him but the wood she would be tied to.

[2023/09/12 13:30] Hinder had no lines to read between for once.. She was slave and he was master.That offering of the whip to him, said it all. Not a single fight as he led her to the wall. He;d always been her strength and her weakness to. The woman moved and was placed upon to the posts in the room as he tossed her hair out of the way. to give ease of access.. He could bind her physically but mentally that had already begin.- There was no resistance from her. ” Yours, mind, body and soul..” She gulped down as her true emotions took a-hold.” please my Master.. ” she adds as she inhaled and prepared.

[2023/09/12 13:33] Crow would attach her wrists and ankles as to confine her to the post. He would have her hair over her shoulder to her front to have her back completely exposed. “I know you are mine, slave. In truth I know it more than you can speak of it. It is the collar around your neck. The brand to your thigh. I know you believe you have submitted and yet you have not yet truly been tested within it. ” he would move his hand in a way as the whip would be lashed out to have it snap at her back just between her shoulders. The force mild – but the leather still sharp.

[2023/09/12 13:44] Hinder had never in all her life faced a whip. She knew it was to be brutal but also knew from the ubar and his slaves saw it as a welcoming,. It was a worthy acceptance to. She didn’t fight his restraints but the emotions took a hold and were building as he spoke. like he knew her better than she knew herself. “Pl.. Please… ” she tremors as she heard the whip lift and come crashing back down on her skin. She didn’t know what to expect and she couldn’t image the pain it borough as the leather tips came crashing down with percussion upon her unblemished flesh. and leather cut though virgin skin The woman cried out long and deeply as the leather kissed her skin. her body jolts and tenses as her mind fuzzed n lst herself in that pain.. ” Thank … you.” she gasped after a long inhale and even longer exhale.

[2023/09/12 13:47] Crow could see that the first blow had hardly made a mark upon her skin. He lifted his hand again as to have the leather end get to her skin below her left shoulder. In an attempt not to whip her twice on the same spot. The force not enough to have her skin break – but enough to have the severe pain of the impact of the sharp leather upon her skin. The snap of it without warning given. He did not make her count – not have her in the known as to how many of these would be administered to her skin.

[2023/09/12 13:56] Hinder ‘s body rode up and down the cross as she was anticipating the next blow and coming to terms with the last.. She wanted to be set free and .the pain this brought to her flesh was a quick reminder. Another lash and her bound legs buckle and the pain and his power made her surrender more. ” thank….” Was all she got out as he ripped through her skin again. She felt so free yet captive physically. She found herself needing more and as he hit her the third time exactly the same as she last. ” Yours !” She cried out uncontrollably as she lost her mind.” Pl.. pl… please..” She stutters and begs as she threw her head back and knew she was at his mercy.

[2023/09/12 14:01] Crow could see the red lash on her skin. It was an art to have a slave whipped in a way that she felt the sting and yet held little to know signs of it. Crow had mastered many but the red stripe would be there for some time. He would place the whip to where she had retrieved it. He would take the sponge from the bucket with water to cool the skin that had felt the blow of the whip. “Now you know how it feels. A slave will do whatever to avoid another whipping.” with that he would release her ankles first and than those around her wrists. “You can best stay on your belly next to me. It is time to rest.” he would not question her – but would leave her with all those thoughts about her submission.

[2023/09/12 14:05] Hinder had felt pain from branding to child birth and heartache too. This, this was different and bought the tears to her eyes as her back burned. His words were all she needed to hear and through it all they soothed and settled her. The woman body left the bindings and she stumped down into a heap upon the floor. Crawling across the floor to where they wold rest. :” Thank you my Master..” She meekly lt out but her yearning for him and the lesson learned played havoc with her mind and fo curse, her heart.

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Confrontations

Posted in Black Caste, Mastery, The End or the beginning? with tags master, Master Assassin, slave on September 6, 2023 by crow1971

[10:29] Hinder closed her eyes an breathed in deeply as she felt his touch on her bare flesh. She relished that moment but stood with his assistance and only then exhaled. Now stood before him and she saw the leash, her chin lifted just enough but quickly she tucked it down as he spoke of the palace. She felt sick and he’s see the sheer panic on her face but a ” Yes, my Master..” followed.

[10:30] Crow would turn before he left the house “Understand that nothing is yours not even fault or guilt.” with that consolidation he would open the door and lead her with him.
[10:31] Crow would point left “Heel.”

[10:35] Sleen opened his mouth to respond to the girl but there it was, before him, a sight you just don’t see every other day. He lifted his left hand and whispered to Kara. “Dismissed, beauty”. His eyes focused ahead with a mix of relief as he exhaled knowing that his hour, too, would come soon. He could recognize Serena anywhere in the world even if he had never seen her naked before. “Tal, Killer”, he said with a dipping of chin. “Girl…”, he winked at his slave.

[10:39] Crow did not want to intervene and patiently waited. As he was addressed he would step forward. If his slave would comply there would not be a yank to the leash. If she paused or resisted she would feel the yank to her neck strong enough. “Greetings, killer.” he offered – his voice no where near the sound of the Old Melchior – but the killer he had become so many years ago. “I hope the missive to the Ubar was received and part of your conversation with him?”he asked. He would now snap his fingers and point to his side – in a way Sleen would see her fully. Of course all was test – even this very moment. The slave under strict regime.

[10:40] Kara bows deferentially, and hobbles away with her fruit basket in her arms. She turns to see who’s coming and… and steps aside even faster, forgetting to wave, panic-stricken and frightened. She recognizes them. She recognizes her. She doesn’t understand a thing! Kara shakes violently and literally, limps off towards the Garden.

[10:41] Hinder carried his wise words with her. She knew this day would come and she’s kept up with him until they reached the entrance of the palace. He’d feel the resistance on the leash that connected her to him but she was no match and it was be led or choked on the way. She wanted and needed to hide behind him as Sleen came into view. Shield her naked body from the man barely peering over Crow’s shoulder when he greeted them both ” Sl..” She stopped herself in time because he’s told her to keep her mouth shut at all costs. It was the snap of Crows fingers that dragged her from her concealment and gingerly she stepped to his side and fumbled with her suddenly clammy hands.

[10:44] Lyra Sophitia Aurelia entered, holding the hand of a young toddler boy while carrying a newborn in a baby sling. “Tal.” she greeted warmly. The boy seemed to recognize his parents, though. Not knowing the entire situation herself, she gently tightened her grip on his hand. “Shhhh….” she gently hushed him. “That man sitting down is very important. We must show respect.” said she in a low, insructive, and undeniably maternal tone.

[10:45] Sleen glanced towards Lyra and noticed that she had the children. So it did have happened. “I haven’t seen Marlenus in a couple days as I’ve been arranging things for impending travel. I had a mind of sending you missive but I’m afraid it got lost in delivery”. He had sent it to the wrong address, clearly. “Good morning, Lady Lyra”.

[10:49] Crow would glance over his shoulder. A dark and grim look – clearly detached from the child she was holding. “Greetings.” he offered in kind and turned back to Sleen – as if there was no sense of emotion to the scene that was not developing. “Mine, kneel. Tower..” he commanded “You ,may greet.” he allowed her. The scene was tense to her – of this he was certain. He observed with a keen eye any development. “What kind of missive?” he asked curious “Or is it more for private quarters.”

[10:53] Sleen stated plainly as they weren’t in mixed company. “I was curious if you’d take former position regarding territory and be interested in establishing a Court. I’m going to travel for at least a year unless something happens in my mission that makes it less complicated. For that reason the Frumentarii is to be dissolved but it would be an unfortunate thing to not give opportunity of continued business to the many of us who stepped up”.

[10:53] Hinder wanted to look back as Lyra greeted but didn’t not because she didn’t dare. What she was met with would break her heart, all see was aware of was that the children had been of were being shipped to Venna. she was taken over with commands,. kneel, greet… It was a roar of instructions that didn’t compute for a moment. She was a block of tension and sheer panic in this situation and she knew he’d know it. Unceremoniously she got to her knees in panicked silence. ” Greeting … Master..:” was pushed out while trying not to make eye contact with Sleen..” Mistress.” was added after a quick mental battle with herself.

[10:59] Lyra Sophitia Aurelia thought the standing man in the black of Assassins seemed familiar, but when his face briefly turned to her, she decided she didn’t recognize it. But, she recognized Serena straightaway. She part of her didn’t want to get dominant with her, but she knew she had to now. “Tal… slave.” said she. This one hit close to home for her. Part of her wanted to be angry with her for becoming a slave. The conflict was subtle in her bespectacled eyes, but she hardened her stare that the former free woman as she composed herself. Corw, however, as most Assassins did, made a slight shiver run up her spine; Sleen didn’t because she was used to him and came to trust him. Crow was new to her. She said nothing further to him as he was in conversation with the regent, so she took a seat and helped Eustacius up next to her. Sage woke up and began fussing. “Oh, now you want to wake up and tell me you’re hungry.” she commented with a light chuckle, picking up the bottle she prepared for the baby.

[11:02] Crow liked it when business was being to the point. Why waste time in sugarcoating things when one wanted to deal with things instantly. For some reason the request got him by surprise. Clearly after recent events he figured other questions. A brow arched than. “Of course you can count on me.” he replied to the point. He would look below to his slave and noted that she tried to hide herself behind her hands. “Bracelets.” he tells her. She was new to the collar and with it needed instructions. He enjoyed to teach them as to present themselves as beautiful as they could. He felt a strange sense of pride when the slave eventually would do his bidding with a small gesture or snap of his fingers. “Your travel. Does it need any attention, assistance. You must know that in our caste some carry weight while others do not.” it was all to close to a message of comradship as it would get from Crow. He could hear Lyra towards his slave and would pay attention as to how she would deal with the scene. Clearly this must have her realize how dreadful she had been with the mother of Eustachius back than.

[11:03] Kassandra entered the room, and with a bow she gave, “Greetings, my Master, Master, Mystress.” She angled her gaze, canted it even slowly to the side with pensive brow of recognition. Only… to settle into a rather satisfied smirk. Though saying nothing. She’d totally save that for later.

[11:06] Sleen winked over at Kassandra as she appeared. “Tal, Kass. See that people are served”. He observed the entirety of the scene before him while focused on Crow. “Good, then. I’ve made point to set the entrance to private location elsewhere, barring the tunnel to the palace since the position of Regent will belong to someone else during my absence”, he explained while pulling a scroll that was stretched in his direction. It contained the names of all that were engendered in contract still or about to expire as well as the placement of new door. “I need nothing for my travel other than my brain. I am thankful for the thought, though”.

[11:07] Hinder still in;t look back even as Lyra replied. The mighty had fallen but no one would truly understand or likely ever hear the full truth of her demise. Her own ignorance to the woman presence broke when a small child was heard, her head snatched finally to search the woman out but it was her young son she noticed first. Oh did her heart break instantly and shatter into a million pieces. She was doing well until her gaze came to lay on Sage. Tears filled her eyes an she turn back away. More for the sake of the toddler seeing her, not for her own benefit If there was ever a reason to move closer to Crow, it was this right here but he broke that idea as he snapped his fingers again and barked another command. Her tear filled gaze lifted to him before she did as told and spreads those chunky thighs with resistance to move her hands from her snatch. Eventually she did and tucked them behind her back out of the way.

[11:08] Kassandra stepped over towards Lyra, and wriggled her fingers at Eustachius she smiled at the little guy. Having come to rather like the little free man despite his trashing the garden. “Would you need anything, Mistress?” She asked her, knowing she were tasked with their upbringing. She & Balder having cared for them briefly the evening before.

[11:14] Lyra Sophitia Aurelia gave a nod to Kassandra, her hands full with a baby. She looked at Hinder, although she still knew her as Serena, as the embonded woman looked, perhaps instinctively, at the sound of a baby’s cry. Such, she knew, was natural and well ingrained into maternal instinct. She then looked down at the feeding newborn, holding the bottle firmly yet gently, knowing the stomach of a baby was about the size of a walnut and she’d stop eating when she was full, she should be shortly. “A spare rep cloth. Go into my clinic for it.” she ordered Kassandra, indicating the door behind her and to the left with her head. She then listened to the goings on. “Eustachius, sit still please…” she added firmly and quietly to the toddler.

[11:14] Crow would reach out to take the scroll and have it stored in one of the pockets in his belt. “The mind is always the most important thing – It means one is never disarmed.” he replied. He would reach down and unlocked the leash from the collar. Again a test. Since as he did his eyes would be upon hers. He could see the emotion and for a moment there was perhaps that glimmer of what once was. “I will see to it and have things set. When is your plan to travel?” he asks – casual conversation ? Oh no …. just there to see if one dared to question his presence. Who ever thought something – he dared to speak when he lifted his chin in a pose of superiority. “See that you help, Hinder.” the name was clearly something he had thought out carefully.

[11:17] Sleen watched the scroll leave his hands as well as the heavy title and couldn’t help but smile faintly at the moment that was, in fact, relived for they had done that switch before, only that Marlenus was exiled then. “I’m thinking about tomorrow. I am still wrapping up some businesses regarding governmental issues before I can go with a focused mind”.

[11:19] Kassandra ran off to grab rep cloth, was absolutely positive the new one would ralph but over Lyra’s robe, only because she had suffered the same fate the day before. It was… enlightening, to say the least. She returned with as much speed as she departed with and tried to settled the cloth over her shoulder. Kassandra reached out for Eustachius and gave his head the imitating of cracking an egg over his his. Closed fingers at the scalp, and then tap at the back of the hand just to spread her fingertips slowly.

[11:19] Lyra Sophitia Aurelia looked up as Marlenus entered and offered him a courteous, respectful nod. This was her boss and arguably the most powerful Human being on the planet by her reckoning. “Tal, My Ubar.” said she. Eustachius had looked up at him, too. “Meet Sage Livia.” she offered, looking down to the newborn cradled in her arms, still feeding from the bottle of artificial breastmilk formula Lyra held for her.

[11:20] Sleen looked suddenly. “Sage, like the red headed kajirus? Strange choice of name”.

[11:22] Hinder could only heard the sound of the toddler fussing and the baby suckling ut of everything going on in the room. And the feel of him unleashing her only brought her out of that daze. She met his gaze and looked at him wth deep and raw emotion in her eyes. ” Help with…” She said in a confused and emotional tone. Lyra was testing her, not even she could be this cruel but she turned her off in her mind and wouldn’t;t rise to the bait. She valued her life, other wise she’d of taken the option of death and the cowards way out. Her eyes snap shut to take a moment to compose herself.

[11:24] Kassandra looked over herself to see the arrival of Marlenus. She bowed to him a moment whilst trying to distract Eustachius, “Tal, my Master.”

[11:25] Marlenus had finished outlining certain state changes, consolidating Imperium into the council, and disbanding departments of state authority earlier in the morning in the offices after receiving multiple sources of consulting. After having sent that out, he had gone up to the chamber of the Home Stone where he had ruminated on the direction of the Empire. Upon such time in meditation, the guards there had placed raiment about his shoulders and the golden diadem of laurels upon his brow before he descended once again to the ground floor of the Central Cylinder palace. Upon arrival, the doors were drawn upon by guards, but they did not announce his arrival with the clanging of spears due to the presence of children. Marlenus looked about and noticed first Sleen who was handing over the mantle of his position to whom he assumed to be Crow. There was a flash of a toothy smile to the Regent before he turned his attention to Lyra who greeted him.
“Tal, Chirurgeon,” Marlenus said as he stepped closer to see the newborn infant in her arms. The Larl placed his fingers lightly to the infant’s crown while it ate and he said, “May the Priest-Kings bless and keep this joy, Sage Livia.”
Afterwards, he winked at Kassandra who was with Eustachius. “Keeping busy, I see, hmm, First Girl?” he inquired rhetorically with a chuckle, then turned to walk towards the thrones. Only after ascending to the dais and turning to face the room did he catch the face of Crow himself and, an unveiled, naked, and kneeling slave who was once Serena.
Marlenus was not surprised, for he had been warned ahead of time, so he beheld them both for a time. Now was the Assassin who stood before them, and he afforded the man such respect, “Tal, Killer.”

[11:26] Crow would turn slightly when Marlenus entered. If there was a dip of his head it was a minor gesture. Crow was nothing like the ruse of the Censor. There was no longer the friendly or charming scribe but the killer that was a sharp observer that measured different scenarios to which he needed to act. He would nudge Hinder with his boot to comply – he did not like to repeat himself. “Greetings, Ubar.” he offered – very much aware that if there was a scale of torture it reached the level of angst for his new slave. He seemed to be cold to what transpired behind him. The family man – not showing – only the cold hearted killer.

[11:29] Hinder heard that voice and if she thought her heart had broken before… now i was ten times worse. She kept her eyes pinched closed the whole time Marlenus spoke with the baby and Lyra. she had to do this, get it out of the way.. She’s explained the situation thoroughly in her own letter she’d been allowed to write, so he knew.. Slowly her teary peepers pry open and are following him to the throne.

[11:30] Sleen smiled lopsidedly at Marlenus who clearly seemed happy. “Tal, Ubar”, he said politely in front of Crow. “Now Kassandra is the First of what, considering how the Gardens became public under Cassius and no longer a part the House of Marlenus? Certainly there will be state owned palace slaves. Is she to reign upon those and organize them?”, he wondered as that was one of the untied loops before he went. He could tell that Lyra was being somewhat cruel and he nodded in her direction. “Around naked slave is no place for toddlers, Lyra”.

[11:37] Kassandra glanced over, and were slightly shocked with the news. Then of course there were the facts spoken the other day at the Throne. First Girl of One. Queen Nothing. She’d paused at Sleen’s scolding, she backed up slightly away from the. Thinking Sleen had meant her.

[11:38] Lyra Sophitia Aurelia shrugged. “The little girl’s mother chose the name.” said she. “Had it been my choice, I might have named her Cassiopeia or something.” she commented. She smiled as Marlenus bestowed his blessing on the girl. She accepted the rep cloth, placing it over her shoulder after Sage turned away from the bottle’s nipple. She used the existing one in the sling to wipe her little face of milk residue gently and then lifted her up, placing her over the rep cloth on her shoulder. She then gently patted her on the back until she burped. Eustachius seemed to watch his uncle before slipping down from the bench next to Lyra. “Eustachius, be careful. Wait until your uncle sits down.” she instructed. It had been a while since her mom-voice was heard by others outside of pediatric visits. She wasn’t being cruel on purpose. The Ubar should see his nephew and new niece, though. As for being around slaves, especially half-naked ones, her brows lofted a bit. Weren’t all Goreans exposed to such constantly from their earliest days? But, she wouldn’t argue with that. She rose. “I wish you well.” said she. “Eustachius, come along.” said she as she headed toward the clinic door, bumping it open with her hip, as her hands were full still.

[11:39] Crow would only now slightly turn. Deep within the man was something stirred. If there had been different choices. Different events. He would have enjoyed the sight upon his children. He would want a full house. With this knowledge he knew he could have it all and yet his sense of following codes and the long training of becoming what he was – made him cold to the scene. Or let us be honest – one could hardly tell there was something stirred. Although he did not wish to interrupt the conversation between Sleen and the Ubar he did – “Ubar, I understand you received my missive. Are there any questions?” he asks – certain as to face all what could endanger his position within Ar to what had transpired.
[11:40] Hinder gaze slid over to Sleen as he addressed the woman tormenting her. There was relief and thanks upon her face. Even as well as she was holding it together this was cruel, even she’d kept the child the had adopted from his actual mother to try and ease her heartache. She did tho realize that in some circumstances a slave could hold much more power than a free woman. She was learning fast, mainly on the job and with each situation she was being cast into but the former free woman was picking up on things fast.

[11:43] Marlenus reached up and he unbrooched the cloak of his caste to let it fall and drape back across the throne before he settled down upon it and he looked across the room with a steady gaze before turning his attention to Sleen and he said, “Kassandra is First Girl of the state slaves of Ar. She will be their guide and their exemplar.” This was a simple proclamation, his heavy baritone easily carried throughout the room.
Turning his eyes upon Crow and Hinder once again, he took in the sight. He memorized it, etched it into his mind, tattooed it into his brain. Marlenus was, indeed, in a pleasant mood, despite the changes standing in the room. “Killer -” he said to Crow, “- I give you and your caste the freedom to hold your court in Ar, and your internal affairs will not be under the scrutiny of the throne. I wish you success and much gold in your endeavors. I have no questions, if the Regent has already settled matters.”
“Slave girl,” he said to Hinder, “Kajira. You are now the property of this Assassin. The
woman you once were has been obliterated from existence. It will be interesting to see what duties you will be performing within the steel of a Killer. I wish for you the contentment and the happiness of your steel, freedom within it from the worries and woes of the world, and the knowledge and wit to obey in accordance to this man’s expectations.”
Marlenus then lifted his hands to the departure of the children and Lyra and he called, “Don’t break too much in the clinic, Eustachius! But, here’s a tip – ask Auntie Lyra what’s a colonoscopy.”

[11:48] Crow would watch Lyra leave and turn when Marlenus spoke. “Excellent.” he replied to the point to the court and such. The fact they were not under the scrutiny of the throne was a welcome development. Of course Marlenus could still count upon Crows steel – part of his assignment had not changed. He would be here – in trust – but with the understanding of his knowledge. When Marlenus spoke to Hinder he would gesture to her as to speak freely – a gesture that was not done out of kindness. But he was a killer not a torturer.

[11:50] Sleen nodded at all the ongoings that seemed to settle situations and said simply. “It’s resolved between me and him, yes”. He went through his mental list of things to do and passed to Marlenus a singular key that would fit the collars of his slaves. “A gift to your future intended if you please”, he stated plainly as he would indeed travel very light. “I am simply now awaiting to inform Shansia but I suppose you could do that for me as well as grant her position”.

[11:51] Kassandra approached as Marlenus was sitting. She heard his declaration, but then Sleen told her to serve. So she did. “Would my Master like anything to drink, Falarian perhaps?” She asked, “A cushion for the hardness of the Throne?” She wondered really how they could sit on them for lengths at a time. She wondered for a moment if they chose no cushions purposely. The mention of Shansia had brought light to a question held for over a hand.

[11:52] Erik Typhon moves into the palace room out of boredness and shrugs at the words he hears about assassin people doing stuff, for he always thought it was a legend of some sort. Feeling it’s not really his business he lay himself into the room, simply observing while crossing his arms.

[11:52] Hinder eyes came back to lay on Marlenus as he spoke to Crow, her shoulders sagged down as the tension left the room. She didn’t dare look back, her farewells had been made to the children a few nights prior. People would judge, belittle her and relish in her situation and she’d deal with it in her own way. Likely silently not to give others the upper hand. She was a wise old fool and that would never ever change. That teary gaze homed in on the ubar as he spoke to her fully. There was comfort in those words, no judging her, scorning her or making her feel like shit as others were trying so hard to do. She needed that from him and it actually brought a smile to her face. ” Thank you. I shall do everything i can Master.” She said.. How hard she thought it was going to be to call him that, she’s made up so many dreadful scenarios but it didn’t hurt one bit.

[11:59] Kara hobbles into the throne room to join the clinic. She bows to the throne, the ubar and the people he’s talking to, deferentially… and clearly with fearful nervousness. What she sees… no, seriously, it frightens her enough to overcome the grip of her mind, still animated by joy and pleasure. She prefers to slip away discreetly, and when she sees Alcyone her face lights up with a huge smile, and she limps towards her.

[11:59] Crow gave a quick glance between both men. He would lower his gaze for the briefest of moments “Than I wish you good travel.” he tells Sleen and moved his gaze from his slave as she spoke to Marlenus “And you good fortune with the new developments.” with that he would turn and slightly take the side of the room. He would watch if the interaction between the slave and the Ubar was finalized. It was a one time affair. Eventually she would be trained to the finer art of her slavery.

[12:00] Marlenus turned his attention to Sleen and he leaned forward to take the key that was passed to him and he looked at it a moment before he closed his fingers around the key in a fist. He clenched it tightly while he stared at Sleen. “We will also take some time tonight to talk before you depart for your trip, or however many days you desire,” he said to Sleen with a faint smile. “I am certain my future intended will appreciate the gift.” He withdrew his wallet and placed the key within before he stowed the wallet away once more.
He then smirked as Kassandra offered cushion for the thrones and his eyes grew mirthful, squinting at their corners. “Nothing for myself, Kassandra. And you no longer call me your master. Properties of the House of Marlenus have been transferred to the state. Now all men of Ar are your masters.”
Marlenus turned his eyes back to Crow and to Hinder and when the girl said she will do everything she could, he gave her a slow nod of his head. He turned his attention to Crow and said to the Assassin, “The page has turned, and a new chapter begins. Before anybody starts with some kind of bureaucratic nonsense, your caste are exempt from all tithes and taxations, and your court and its environs are provided freely with no ties and no obligations, Killer. Assassins have the right to exist and ply their trade.”
He gave Crow a nod of his head as business was conducted and then he saw that Erik had approached. He lifted a hand to beckon the man forward.

[12:04] Kassandra nodded to him simply, “Yes, Master.” Said she. Words regarding caste and such were over her consideration so it were like fluid through her mind. In one ear and out of the other. She glanced between the two. Marlenus & Sleen, a thought. She turned thinking to go help Lyra with Eustachius and Sage.

[12:05] Hinder tears seemed to stop now the children were out of the room and there was acceptance to her siltation by those who did and still do matter to her. She was interested in this news of an indented but of course kept it to herself. As Crow moved, automatically she did too. Closer to him, to find the comfort she craved and far closer than she’s ever been as Mel and Serena.

[12:07] Erik Typhon moves forward when beaconed over, quietly, looking at the women fleeing toward the palace corridors, then toward the three men at the throne. “Tal Ubar. I heard the crier speaking of a lot of changes in the city.” he tries hard to resist the urge to scratch his butt.

[12:07] Crow would reach down and have the leash attached to her collar. “Come mine” he offered – He did not say his farewell. He had done his business and with it he was done. He would move further to leave the room. There was something he needed to do now she had faced this scene in a way that was commendable.

[12:08] Sleen nodded at his request to speak before he would leave his position. “Of course. We will talk before I go”. He listened with gratitude the leeway granted towards his Caste even if no longer tied to government. He dipped his chin politely as Erik was summoned forth, simply listening for the time being.
[12:09] Hinder gave one more fleeting look to Marlenus and a offered a smile to Sleen next.” Safe travels Master..” She uttered to him before they took their leave.

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Old and wise

Posted in Black Caste, Mastery with tags Reflections, Starling on November 11, 2016 by crow1971

The last rays of light reflected over the water as he sat himself down near a fire. The flames warmed him. He had need of the warmth. He felt cold to the bone. Thoughts about his age, his past life, his experiences made him feel old. Perhaps it needed to make him feel wise too.

As he looked into the flames he could see his childhood. The playfulness of a young child that played with wooden swords. That played kite with his brothers. How much had changed since then. He had experienced the sense of freedom when he was with his tarn up in the sky. The rush of adrenaline when faced with combat or battle. The pain when hit by an arrow or cut of a spear of blade.

And although he had become a pariah for many due to his profession, he still felt they judged him wrongly. He never took a contract for the sake of gold. He never took a contract for the sake of his personal revenge or agenda. In all his time he had tried to be the one that would bring some justice when the laws within the city could not do so.
He valued life. He valued the beauty of his world. He always tried to be respectful to freeman and woman. He had loved deeply and still did. He had a treasured love for his girl Starling. How she had awakened something he had considered dead and buried.

He thought of her at this moment. How she only seemed to see the goodness in him. All the while he tried to bury it underneath his cold and calculated exterior. He knew that his life depended on his wits. He knew that any sign of weakness could make him vulnerable in this life.

He knew he had many weaknesses. Thankfully they were well kept secrets. Perhaps the only one that truly knew there were some was she. She who had made his winter to spring. She whose touch was so soft as velvet or silk. Her smile that could turn a dark day into one of warmth and laughter. Her look could see further than to what most would see. Perhaps she even knew to hide her knowledge even for him. She was aware of the danger of knowing him truly.

For a moment, he turned his eyes to the sun that seemed to dive deeper into the water. Would she love him in fear of her own death? Did she love him, because she was simply bounded to his will? Did she submit to him, simply because she had no strength to fight him? The mere thought that she might be all of this because he once had obtained her, scared him. He wished and hoped that she was the only one capable of seeing him for the honourable and strong man he was. Even after all his time of murder.

A deep sigh escaped him as it turned darker and only the flames were there to cast their shadows.
And with the last ray of light gone, the song of the Starling seemed to dim in volume as to the silence of the night.

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