[12:39 PM] Ost Clawtooth looks from the captive woman to the man, then to the woman, then to the man again..than once more to the woman. She frowns, hands going to her hips and resting there. "Well that was smart huh? you came all the way up here alone?" She grunts.."see..-that-.." she says, skinny brown pointer finger sticking upward at the ceiling.."is exactly why the jungle girls are smarter than you northern lot..cold gets to the head." She puts her hand back on her hip and glances around to see if the man was all the way gone yet.
[12:44 PM] Veronica Leirdrow looked at the woman and growled "I did NOT come here alone. I came with a sister who is sleeping in the caves. We did not come to steal or raid. We came to gather the blue short grass that grows near your falls. THis is the last of the lands where it has not been stripped to make way for taverns and shops" she turned her head and closed her eyes knowing that the world of Gor was abusing the very land that sustained it. No longer wre there farms and open pastures for the bosk and verr to graze upon. No, no now it was one tavern, one long strip of shops after another. Huge homes that were pompous in their architecture. "What are you called girl?" she asked seeing the woman's belly exposed and making from that bareness she was a slave.
[12:50 PM] Ost Clawtooth listened to her words and she considered them. There is a certain tempered calm about the slave that betrays her old age, even if the serums keep her looking young. "There is plenty to share..it is a shame if a trade cannot be worked out." She says quietly, dark eyes moving over the woman, reading her scars like a book..she had the same, more or less..those small imperfections that come from weilding crude weapons and facing wilderness night and day. "I am called pudding. What are you called?" She asks...dark gaze finally going to her face and staying there.
[12:56 PM] Veronica Leirdrow: "I am called V" she said her voice becoming a bit lighter. Her eyes were scanning over the woman, reading her body language. The color of her sienna skin, the curve of her chin and the way her small frame held a slender waist and toned body. She did not look as though she was from these lands. Truth be told they could have shared the same bloodline for there were so few whose complexion and features matched hers. "Yes it is, you see the blue short grass, we use it in healing. It helps when we are attacked or when children are born. Our En will give birth in three hands and so it was that I was sent to gather the herb from here." she looked deep into the girl's eyes "release me. Cut these straps from e. I shall knock you to the ground and let you tell of how I assaulted you so that you are spared the whip. They will hunt me but I will be long gone from these lands and I know how to cover my tracks. Please....I must get the blue grass back to the Jesuil and the cold season is coming. If I do not make haste the
[12:56 PM] Veronica Leirdrow: snow will block many of my paths"
[01:01 PM] Ost Clawtooth thought the same thing..they could be sisters really, though pudding had been born into slavery and only known the arguable freedom of the jungles later in life. Of course she had eventually decided that the chains of loneliness out there were far worse than the steel of a collar. She listens as the plant is spoken of and then the En ...and the request to be set free didn't come as a surprise. She would have done so herself. "I am sympathetic to your plight, V. probably more than you know..but you must also understand that as you value your freedom in the wilds..i value my place here, at the feet of men." Sure..she probably sounded weak just then but so be it..weak but honest. "Why was the blacksmith man so angry with you? The one who just left here?"
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[01:11 PM] Veronica Leirdrow tried to struggle in her binds and whinced as the fibers were cutting into her ankles. Cold was running up her agile body and summoning goosebumps to rise up over her arms and legs. "He wishes to court my daughter who is a war wench in Kenaz." the thought of her child brought a tear stinging at the corner of her eyes. "I know you look at me woman and you see an outlaw, one who defies the social rules of Gor, one who is wild and feral. But...I am a mother and...." she tried to look away and not let the emotion spread out over her face. "Sending her away was for her own safety. She and Molly were children. They roamed, they...they didnt know better" the day had come when she was away hunting and the two walked freely out into the woods. They were quickly pinned against the wall of a small valley by a pack of sleen. The En Bow of the tribe had managed to slay the sleen but not before it had sunk its claws into Rapha's belly. She remembered holding her child's small body in her arms, rocking her, applying th
[01:11 PM] Veronica Leirdrow: e packs of black pepper that made her scream but were needed to stop the bleeding. She was too young to chew kanda and she had to endure the pain without aid. Sometimes late at night V still heard her childs screams. Men always wanted to break her. What they did not know was that had already been done. It had been done not by sword or bow but by soft blonde hair caked in sweat and agony. "A mother should not have to watch her child suffer" the next day she took both children to live with her father in Tharnock. When she walked away from them, heard them screaming for her, begging her to stay....whatever was left of her heart grew cold that day. V the huntress was never the same.
[01:19 PM] Ost Clawtooth saw the glisten of tear at the corner of her eyes and she looks away..knowing how easily she'd be moved to tears if she did not. She'd always been that way. She moves about the room as she listens..her good arm dragging a brazier closer so the woman wouldnt freeze to death, then she stands..and listens. Each word taken in and thought over..mulled about in that head of hers. "I..am not a mother." She ays. A partial truth but her own heartbreak had come a day after her child was born..different than hers. "But i have been a part of raising children not my own for many years. Many times. I cannot fully understand the gravity of being a mother and i never will." She says.."But i will ask you..." She pauses a moment..then continues as if choosing her words wisely. "You say that by him courting her..that she will suffer.." Or maybe she had misheard perhaps.."he is a good man, and strong. I would not say it if it were not true. Is it not fair, to allow your daughter the freedom to choose her own path...-c-
[01:20 PM] Ost Clawtooth better the suffering of tripping and falling, than the suffering of having never gone on a walk at all.."
[01:27 PM] Veronica Leirdrow: "If what you say is true then he shall release me. For once he was in my binds and I did not sell him into slavery for I could see in his eyes it was not the life he was meant to live. If one cannot show mercy to those who bestowed it upon them then how can he show love to one who offers it to him." The flames of the brazier started to throw its heat and light over her body. The thaw was a welcome one and it made her body relax a bit though her feet bad become somewhat numb from the binds pressing snug against the nevers and blood flow that passed under them.
[01:31 PM] Ost Clawtooth nods to this.."You are right..if we women were on the same level as they as men are. I know..how it sounds but it's true. You are lovely and strong...for him to desire you doesnt make him a bad man, it makes him a normal one. I couldnt say what he intends to do. I do worry for your En..but perhaps when he returns...he will listen to you." She says. Sh eknows she hasnt told her anything she doesnt already know. "I would be willing risk a whipping to bring you some water if you need it."
[01:35 PM] Veronica Leirdrow quirked a brow and looked oddly at the woman. She knew that the Mother Priest King often set her hand upon the fates of women. Never had she seen a slave that was better composed. TOo often they were just animals in camisks running about flaunting their heat and tempting her to slice their throats. "Water would be most helpful" she said licking her lips to emphasize the dryness in her mouth. Her eyes flickered to the brazier and remained firmly upon the red coals that burned there.
[01:40 PM] Ost Clawtooth nods once and then she goes, leaving her there for only a few moment..the relative silence of the smith settling in while she's gone. Eventually, she returns, a simple-hewn wooden cup held in her skinny brown hand. The broken arm is held out of the way as she leans in, more or less trusting the woman not to do anything rash..foolish maybe, depending on how much wiggle room she had. She lifts the cup up to her lips, the water is warmer than the air around them likely..it's been sitting in a bota in the main tent. "Sorry..it's a little warm.." She says, tilting the cup a little.
[01:40 PM] Alya Saeed pauses.. this place was new, however, she was certain that the rules were close to the same.. Glancing up at the arch above her, a slight smile played upon her lips, as she took a deep breath.. 'Ho Masters and Mistress's of the Alar!' Listening to the sound echoing over the mountain's, she let the smile take full form, 'May a beast such as myself enter the laagar?" Tilting a dark head, letting the cascade of ebony tresses slide down slender shoulders, she awaited the response..
[01:43 PM] Kanda Veeper waits for a little bit but guessed no one else was going to respond so she simply yells "Coming.." and slips down off the ledge and towards the gates.
[01:45 PM] Veronica Leirdrow tilted her head forward and parted her lips letting the water drip onto her toungue satiating her. The temperature did not matter. She was happy just to have some form of moisture back in her mouth. The long journey, the fight, the ahn of sitting here had all taken its toll on her. "thank you pudding. Tell me what happened to your arm" she nodded at the wrappings "why were you harmed?" she was curious about the woman, about the lands and though she had struggled with the binds they were too tight. Fibers were not easy to escape from and how she now wished the man had used rence rope. Ironic how such subtle choices can make all the difference in the world.
[01:51 PM] Ost Clawtooth considered setting the cup down but thought better of it lest Crimson come back and see it there. "Oh..well i was in an abandoned building with a man and we were having an excited discussion. I stepped onto the ladder to go down it but the old wood broke and i fell." it sounded like some lame-ass lifetime network abused woman excuse ..not that they would know what the is, but still..it was the truth. "guess i fell just right on it. I felt so stupid." She says and picks up poker type tool after tucking the cup into the top of her high waisted skirt. She pokes at the coals in the brazier, encouraging them to burn hotly. "I am owned by the Cheiftain here. These people..are good people. I would not say it if it were not true." apparently that was a quip she says often..a catchphrase almost. "I hope everything works out for you, V...i feel lucky for having met you."
[01:59 PM] Veronica Leirdrow tried to remind herself she was supposed to hate this woman. She was afterall a slave, the very thing that she and every huntress blamed for the weakness of men But there was something about her that made it difficult for V to gather the usual haze of dark hatred in her belly that accompanied the scent of slut most times. Perhaps it was that they both bore some ancestry of the Tahari. Her mother had told her many times the djinn spared none and while they were thought to be pranksters among the spirits of the desert their path, their purposes always had a reason. She took in a deep breath and in her mind she slapped herself for what she was about to say. "If...if you want to be free...." she would offer the woman a place in her camp. She was Se and while the En was with child she had the ultimate say in who would be taken in. "you know the land....the water....it can provide for you. I swear that anything your Owner offers, any protection, any food anything at all....nature gives ten fold." she stopped a
[01:59 PM] Veronica Leirdrow: nd then looked into the girls crystal colored eyes "Pudding, you do not have to let them hurt you. You do not have to be a slave. Release me, come with me. Let me show you what the world of Gor does offer outside the silly rules of men whose minds can never know our true gifts....the real power that makes a woman a woman. But harta if you will for the smith will return too soon I fear" She had never offered to free a slave as to her they were beasts and many times she had sold people into slavery so the contrast, the offer of protection it sounded foreign even to her.
[02:08 PM] Ost Clawtooth returned the tool to its place before she looks up at the woman again, listening as she speaks. Dark eyes study the xpressions of her face, the hesitancy to some degree of the words that spilled out of the mouth. She knew they weren't easy for her to say and possibly..had never or very rarely ever said them before. She glances over her shoulder when she finishes, to make sure the smith isnt returned yet and she moves closer, that thier words might remain between them. When the slave does finally speak, it comes low..calm...seemingly like every other aspect about her, tempered with age. "Your offer is exciting and generous, Huntress. You are proud and fierce. You are like the wind given flesh and the sky given bone." She says to her.."But if i accepted your offer, i would become dishonest and in the end, i would fail you and i would fail your en, and i would fail the rest. I would be the weak link missing the warmth of furs shared with men. I would be the one who compromises your steadfast resolve. -c-
[02:08 PM] Ost Clawtooth: I would be the one who toils just a little to late because...-i- would be the one who knows she belongs in the collar. I would not say it if it were not true. I honnour you and your offer...by declining it." She says to her..eyes shining.
[02:20 PM] Veronica Leirdrow did not let her own storm colored eyes move from the slaves. She knew that it was not the ring of color which tshowed whether words were true, but the pool of black in the pupil. Like shadows that fall over the ground so ready to lead one in the right course, screaming to the lost wanderer turn, turn here for you need to follow my shaow if you wish to travel west. The fact that puddings remained still, they did not shrink or grow spoke of an inner calm. Her words beat at V's heart in irony. Her face was defeated of course but that was from her own lack of escape "Somewhere, I have a companion. A man that I love desperately....I often yearn to be in his arms. You know he would dance with me each night on the shores of our home." she paused for a moment and made sure that the sounds which surrounded them were only the crackling of the fire and the melody of the winds blowing about the lands. Once assured of her shroud of secrecy she continued. "As much as I felt for him though...the woods, they are inside [02:20 PM] Veronica Leirdrow: me" she was not sure the woman could understand her but she continued. "When they cloak me with their wool gowns my body cannot breathe. It needs to feel the fresh grass crunching under its foot. My hands need to feel the current of the streams and the feel of sleeping nestled in the floor of a cave...until one has slept in the belly of the *earth* how can they understand what it meant to he part of the world of Gor rather than in it. "no, no I wanted to be with him and out children. Still many times I ache for this and he hunts me still. But my place is under the spell of the moons. To take that away...ah pudding it would be as though my soul were ripped from my body"
[02:31 PM] Ost Clawtooth gazes at her..equally as alert of anyone walking in or listening. Pudding is something of anomaly in the laager, having been owned by a long line of blacl clad men, she is most often held in some suspicion or another and the fact she'd usually rather speak intimately with another rather than shouting across a room makes people even more nervous. The two women were, it seemed, two sides of the same coin, more perfectly paralleled than she could ever be with a free woman. She understood everything she says and sh eknows too that her current situation is akin to someone taking pudding and setting her out in a camp..and telling her she is free now. "There is a place for everything...there is no wrong place except that which is not honest. Lies...self deceit. This, i cannot abide. If you are meant to be under those moons, then there, you will remain. The will of men eclipses all..but i believe you will find yourself where you wish to be without too much delay." She says to her...the catchphrase hanging in the [02:31 PM] Ost Clawtooth: air unsaid..she doesnt need to say it by this point. "I need to go and tend to my duties." She says and steps back from her. "perhaps you mjight offer the man smith a trade. Bless his courtship of your daughter in return for the right to collect the plants you need..." it was an idea at least..
[02:35 PM] Veronica Leirdrow: "thank you for your kindness pudding and may the skies always keep you safe" she closed her eyes and tried to rest. Perhaps it would strengthen her mind.
[02:36 PM] Ost Clawtooth turns, and makes her way out..thankful for life and its weaving paths.
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