Boot's Breaking In

[10:10]  Kyomi Kohime [Boot] moved into the wagon, wiping her hands on her skirt as she pushed the leather from the doorway with her elbow. Looking in she saw Mal and Eve, once again and turned away, facing the doorway, awaiting orders.

[10:13]  Malachi Stormcrow grinned, shaking his head as Eve drifted off to sleep. He himself, however, was not sleepy in the least bit and upon Boot's entering he remembered the long needed breaking she required. He lifted himself, covering Eve in soft furs and made his way to the girl, wrapping a short fur around himself for warmth and stoking the fire. "Come in. You have ... good timing." He would look at her with the poker in his hand, the red glow like the lust in his eyes. The steam swirling up in front of his face. "You have been excellent as my slut, girl, but there is one more thing you are required to do for me. Then all we be well."

[10:16]  Kyomi Kohime [Boot] moved inside a bit further, eying the sleeping Eve a moment, making sure her feet were covered. As her eyes drifted over the form of the woman, Boot smiled wide, being no stranger to the look of one who was pregnant. She then looked to Mal and tossed her arms up in the air as if to say congratulations. She then nodded her head, assuming he'd ask her to be their midwife. Boot had no idea he was thinking of breaking her in.

[10:21]  Malachi Stormcrow eyed the poker for a moment longer then replaced it to the fire. He would use different means, he had already decided. Mal stepped toward her. "As my slave, you must place your trust in me ... absolutely. You must never hide anything from me, even if it means punishment. For I only punish for your good, not evil." He gazed at her a bit, noticing that her hair seemed a bit shorter, but perhaps his eyes were playing tricks on him. He took one stride and removed the band from her head. "Let your hair flow freely. And in my wagon, let your form be seen to my eyes." He paused. "Removed your clothing, Boot. And do not be afraid." A smile would seek to reassure her. He knew not her past, but knew very well the frailty of her personality and character.

[10:27]  Kyomi Kohime [Boot] pulled the band from her hair, folding it, setting it behind her on the chest. She then began to remove her clothing, until she stood before him, in the nude. She moved a bit closer to the fir, and further from the door as she felt a bit chilled.

[10:31]  Malachi Stormcrow watched her movements. She had evidently become more comfortable with him, her now bare flesh nubile and slim. He should feed her more, he thought as he stepped closer. "I am going to touch you now ... and I am going to be gentle. You will, at first, worry and feel repulsed ... but you must stifle these thoughts and allow my hand to gain control over your mind as well as your body." He breathed deeply, unsure really whether she was a virgin or not. But he would soon find out. He strode until his body would brush lightly against hers and his arm would slowly move forward, fingers brushing along her abs and hip, then thigh, close to her sex. "Have you been touched here before?" he asked her.

[10:35]  Kyomi Kohime [Boot] backed away as he moved to her, glancing towards Eve. But her back hit the board on the wall and she was stopped. She felt his warm chest touch her cool skin, and closed her eyes, looking away from him. She wanted to run away, leave this place, but she tried her best to still trust him. As his hand moved across her leg, she had to nod as he asked her if she had been touched there before. Touched, but never entered, she'd not allowed that. In her captive days, she was able to keep the men at bay by remaining silent through their tortures to her body. As his fingers touched her, she gripped for his wrist, letting out a small squeak and shaking her head, tears starting to stream down her face.

[10:40]  Malachi Stormcrow paused, feeling the tight clench of her and taking another deep breath. If he wasn't patient with this one, he would wreck her for sure. Who knew what horrors she had gone through. "Whatever touches you received, mine will be different, but they must come. It ... is the only way to recover from what has happened to you." his eyes met hers again, willing her to relax her hold, but still moving the fingers toward her sex. His other hand would rise to cup her breast, that hand still warm from holding the poker. He would squeeze gently. "You have a goodly form," he commended, sliding his thumb across her nipple and feeling its stiffness. Then his hand would go to her hair, fingers streaming through the locks slowly, pulling her gently to him as his other hand continued its descent to her mound.

[09:55]  Kyomi Kohime would shakes her head, feeling those fingers extending forward, brushing the soft hair of her lips.  She tried to recoil, but his hand was in her hair, the touch gentle, pulling her in.  Boot's heart skipped, her hand dropping from his, and she watched those eyes.  Pulling in a breath, she closed her eyes and tried to run her head away.  If perhaps she tried to think of other things, this would not revolt her so much.

[10:09]  Malachi Stormcrow leaned toward her neck, breathing in the sweet virginal scent, her naked form shaking before him. He knelt and drew a fur beneath her, moving to his knees before her sex, his hot breath drawing over the tight mound and his strong palms sliding soothingly along her silky hips.

[10:15]  Kyomi Kohime felt him near her skin and her fists clenched, her body quivering in fear.  But she had to show him that she trusted him, after everything else, he had waited so long and now was being so much the gentle giant with her.  As he knelt, she had to open her eyes.  What was this?  He knelt before her?!  She must have done something wrong, he was assuredly about to push her down, abuse her like the rest.  Boot grit her teeth, covering her face, preparing for the impact, but the hands now on her body were caressing her, the mouth breathing steamy air over her tender nub and lips.  Boot gripped onto the rack behind her, and just stared down at him.

[10:17]  Malachi Stormcrow allowed his eyes eager access to her delicate folds, cocking his head slightly and running his thumbs along her soft thighs, slowly inward. He would play gently at her pussy lips, plying and stretching with ease, finally allowing his warm wet tongue blade a slow, upward lick across her mound, the tip flicking lightly at the hood of her clitoris.

[10:22]  Kyomi Kohime could not have pressed herself any farther back into the boards of the wagon.  His thumbs tracing up her legs, his mouth so very close, she was terrified.  She shook ehr head as she watched his tongue stretch out.  Until now, she had fought whoever tried to mount her.  One man even lost use of his breeding stick due to her fight.  But Boot stood as still as she could, forcing down the repressed memories floating to the surface.  He was not like them, he would not be like them.  In all truth, he had still reserved her the right to flee by not tying her down.  Boot's bottom lip quivered as he touched her lips, pulling them apart.  She turned her head upwards and let hot tears flood her cheeks.  She tried to hold them back, she tried to allow herself the same sensations as she had given herself at the waterfall, but he was still of the same being as those who tried to force-breed her so long ago.

[10:26]  Malachi Stormcrow felt her tremor and knew it was not that of want and delight. He also knew that she may need to be chained, if she was not able to overcome her fears, which were very evident. He drew in a deep breath, thinking, tracing his tongue along her folds, and then rising to meet her again, staring into her eyes and along her cascading locks. "Place your finger to your sex," he told her, not completely sure this was a good idea. Play with the folds yourself. Explore them. Be comfortable with them." He had no idea she had already done this. He then helped her to lower to her butt, spreading her legs and watching what she would do

[10:33]  Kyomi Kohime wanted to trust her master, wanted to curl in next to him and let him touch her.  As he rose, she listened to his words and bowed her head, slipping her fingers to her legs, touching herself like she had before.  As he helped her sit down, Boot's hand went to his shoulder, his flesh a bit rough, but ever so warm.  She tipped her head forward, trying to rest it to his chest, wanting to badly to feel his comforting hand in her hair again.  Wanting to reassure herself that she was not going to have to run away.  As her rump touched the floor, she spread her legs wide, leaning back away from him onto her free hand. She drew in a soft breath, closing her eyes, thinking of the falls where she had done this once before.  Slowly her shoulders relaxed, the quivering stopped, and the eyes once overflowing dried.  Her lips parted and a sigh escaped them as her finger circled around her now swelling nub.  She raised her knees, letting him watch, letting herself leave te falls as she opened her eyes to look at him.  As her finger circled her clit, she looked down at her hand, then to him, hoping she was doing everything okay.

[10:41]  Malachi Stormcrow smiled gently, reassuring her for her obedience with fingers through the locks, tugging gently at the silky hair. He watched and was glad that she seemed to want him to ... seemed to want him there beside her during this act. He caught her gaze and grinned, nodding and kissing her forehead as she worked her fingers along her virgin snatch. His head moved closer and his hand drew hers to his chest to rest there ... to feel her cheek against his pec as she breathed hot breath against his skin. His other hand worked its way slowly to her tit, thinking it about time for a little squeeze and cupping of the billowy flesh.

[10:50]  Kyomi Kohime felt his touch to her scalp, him pulling her into him.  She pulled her hand from the floor, sitting up a bit more, wrapping it around his waist.  Her eyes closed as she breathed him in, her cool cheek against his warm chest.  She shifted closer to him, the feel of his body to hers becoming like a child's security blanket.  Soon, her heart was pacing hard behind her ribs.  Her hips rocked back and forth against her hand, her sighing becoming a bit more frantic.  As he groped her chest, instead of shying away, she leaned into it.  Hugging him closer to her, wanting him to feel her on him as she drew closer to her first climax.

[10:56]  Malachi Stormcrow watched and felt, her fingers slickened by the growing excitement that coarsed through her body. He held her close, kneeding her breasts now one and then the other, drawing his lips across her scalp and forehead, parted and breathing deep. Whispering he explained "I'm going to move my hand to yours, between your legs. We're going to touch you together, and I will show you some things that will feel very good. But you must trust me and move your fingers with mine." He slipped down her abdomen, toward the curling hairs around her vagina, closer ...

[11:02]  Kyomi Kohime nodded her head as he spoke, her eyes on his rough hand as it drew down her belly towards her hand.  She stopped her movements as his hand grazed over hers, and just stared between her legs a moment.  The hand was male, foreign, it should have frightened her to see it, but something in her head and flipped, something that said he was safe.  She nestled in against him a bit more, looking up to his bearded face, a sheepish, embaressed grin on her lips.  She'd instantly bury her head into his chest once she realized she was blushing.  For the first time, she could think of no where else she'd rather be.

[11:05]  Malachi Stormcrow smiled kindly, closing his eyes and breathing in the scent of her hair as it brushed over his face. His hand would begin working in gentle circles around the swollen clit, then driving down along the pink slit of her, forcing her palm and fingers to follow the pattern. Running along her length, then brushing the flesh around her clit. His other arm wrapped round her, clenching her tight as her pleasure would hopefully build, wanting to apply pressure to her flesh, crush her breasts lustfully against him.

[11:10]  Kyomi Kohime's lips parted as she felt him push against her swollen nub.  As his hand spread her more fully, a soft moan passed her lips.  She turned and knelt facing him, legs wide, their arm entwined between them.  She was grinding into their hands, letting him hold her to him, and whimpered in shaking rhythms as they touched her together.  Soon it was becoming too much to hold back, she looked up at him, her eyes frantic, not wanting to release without permission, but
unsure how to ask, even though she was making noises.

[11:18]  Malachi Stormcrow shook his head as if understanding her plea but denying her. "Not yet," he breathed, feeling her move to face him, her hips gyrating wontonly against their fingers that now slid just below the surface of her slick heat. He felt her body naturally take over, grinding her clit against his palm. He smiled. "There may be pain, but it is pain that is good for you. You must not open yourself. That is my task. But just as there was pain in your past life ... there can be joy now. So it is with your heat. Through pain will come the pleasure." He slid his arm to grasp both of hers, removing her from masturbation and lifting her arms up and back, forcing her to lay against the ground, breasts arched as her hands were kept together above her. He looked down to see if she would squirm in want between her legs.

[11:26]  Kyomi Kohime's eyes shot open as he spoke to her, words that sounded as if he was there, as if he knew.  Her lids dropped back down and she put up no fight as he moved her to her back.  Her hands clasped together loosely above her head as her eyes watched him.  She did not squirm, that was not her way.  But her eyes watched his face, his eyes, and she lifted her knees, spreading herself for him as if to say she understood.  She knew about the pain, she had been told about it by others.  But she no longer dreaded the moment, she was going to embrace it, just as she would hopefully embrace him as her master as the act was completed.  She lay, waiting, a tinge of worry in her eyes, but no more fear.

[11:32]  Malachi Stormcrow sensed the change in her and decided it was good what he had done with her. Though he wanted her to learn to rely on him, it had been necessary to help her relax and show her grace. But he would not be overly generous. She still needed to learn his power, as she surely would now. He reached down to spread her folds, drawing his fingers through them to massage and prime, her juice ample and dripping from her. His cock was stiff and aching. He had neglected thinking of it until now, but realized how much he wanted her. How much he desire to use her tight, unbroken vagina for his pleasure. And so he found her blossoming lips with the head of his cock and slowly pushed beneath the outer and then inner folds. His eyes were always on her.

[11:43]  Kyomi Kohime felt his fingers in her lips, slipping inside her, feeling around.  Her hands were instantly wringing the rug under her head, the sensations nearly unbearably good.  Was this the pain they spoke of?  If so she wanted more.  As he pulled himself forward, however, she watched his throbbing manhood press into her sex.  she lifted her hips at first, but then her body seemed to scream out, as his thick meat tried to widen her.  But she wanted him to do it.  She wanted him to mate her for the first time, so she did little to protest, only forced herself to keep her hips raised, allowing him better entry.  She wasn't sure if every man was as endowed, but she had a feeling he didn't walk around the bulls naked for fear that they would feel insufficient.  Boot gripped the rug below her, her voice coming through a bit louder now as she whined at the pain, but still pressed onto him, wanting to show him she was ready.

[11:56]  Malachi Stormcrow approved of her willingness ... her eagerness even ... to commit to his lead and allow for the painful stretch. With a quick thrust and a grit of the teeth he shoved forward, feeling her break around him, stretch to accomodate his girth with painful bursting of her hymen. He continued, the tightness of her intoxicating, driving his cock wild with pleasure. He continued thrusting up slowly, finally reaching the hilt with a gasp, studying her to see how she was taking it.

[05:55]  Kyomi Kohime [Boot] 's eyes widened as the pain overtook her. Her hands reached upward, gripping onto the flesh of his shoulders and arms. She pushed up with her hips, even though her teeth were likely grinding as the pain inside. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, trying to to let him see her in pain, for fear that it might displease her master.

[05:57]  Evela Lannock eyes the rocking wagon as she approches from the baths, all fresh and clean and coiffered. she chuckles to herself and waves to mint and heads up the ramp, just a single glance to the loft, and Mal and his slave. she leaned toward indulgent about such thinggs. it was easier that way. and she stired the fire and then took up her drop spindle and moved to the littel ledge at the back of the wagon, it was her only concession to their privacy. and if it had been colder out they wouldn't have gotten even that much.

[06:00]  Malachi Stormcrow witnessed the pain begin to fill her eyes. He slowed, sensitive to her and yet at the same time understanding the necessity of continuing. He then heard Eve arrive and half expected her to climb up and cuddle in a portion of the soft furs as he finally broke in Boot. But she seemed to be giving them privacy. Pity, he might have been able to use her help with Boot. It was such a sensitive time and Boot was so psychologically damaged, seemingly. A woman's touch might just be what she needed. He sank into Boot deep and held his girth there a moment, leaning in to graze taut nipples and pulsing neck, reassuring her of the needed completion of this act.

[06:13]  Kyomi Kohime [Boot] bent her knees up, feet planting into the furs, toes gripping them firmly. As he held, Boot's body relaxed a bit, and she was able to lessen the tension in her body. A soft whimper would emanate from her throat, as she leaned forward, trying to bury her face into his skin. Was it over, could she go now? She'd curl arms around him as best she could, accepting that this was her fate, glad that he was the one to do it, not anyone else. She closed her eyes, and nodded her head against him, letting him know she was able to continue if needed.

[06:18]  Malachi Stormcrow knew, of course, that as he contined, as long as she could relax, the pain would give way to pleasure. He worried briefly, however, that because of her past, she would have difficulty with release. He began to move again, slowly drawing his manhood forward and back to the tip, slipping through the still tight and tense pussy. He kissed soothingly along her chin, his arm drawing against supple flesh of thigh, leaning back and grasping her hand to let her own fingers settle against the hood of her clit. "Breathe," he smiled, kissing her nose as he leaned back against her.

[06:24]  Kyomi Kohime [Boot] looked up as he shifed back inside of her body. Her brows knit together again, but the pain was less, more bearable. She let out a sigh sigh, feeling her body relax more as he told her to breathe. She hadn't realized that she had been holding in her air, taking in short sporadic breaths. Pushing her fingers to her clit, she circled them around, letting his pelvis press them against the swollen mound she now touched. Her eyes would watch his, forcing a smile forward, hoping to let him know that she was alright.

[06:30]  Malachi Stormcrow sensed the change and drew back and out of her, looking down to watch her finger at her clit, his cock full and heavy, glistening and pulsing. He had babied her enough, he thought. Now he wanted to drive her to need. To make the most of the white silk experience. He flipped her to her stomach, stripping off his pants and boots, his cool eyes washing over the bloody oppened snatch. He was going to show her his strength ... his power over her. For her to be broken was more than physical, he knew. He must bend her mind to him. And so his cock slammed back into the tight hole, emotions flairing, open mouth and teeth scraping her back while the weight of his upper body drove hers down into the furs.

[06:39]  Kyomi Kohime [Boot] 's fingers still rubbed as she watched him examine her hand between her leg. She saw how red his length was and began to worry that he had pulled out because he was not satisfied with her. She started to sit up, but the moment her back left the furs, he had gripped her to flip her over. On her stomach, her fingers still touching herself for him. She was about to turn her head, to try to ask with her eyes if she was doing something wrong. But before her head got all the way around, her cheek was being pressed into the furs. She let out a small whimpering sigh as he took her again. The mouth on her flesh making her shake, the teeth acting to show her that pain was part of the experience. Her back arched and she pushed back, wanting to help him. No, wanting to feel him inside her. It was still tight, painful, but it was a sensation that was something else altogether: need.

[06:46]  Malachi Stormcrow began to sink more violently into her, his own need building with every slap of thigh against ass, the buttocks vibrating hungrily .. pooching up to greet him with each methodical nailing. This was good, he thought. She knew his care for her but also that he was not to be trifled with--that she was his to be used and to give him pleasure. He felt it become slightly easier to slide through that newly openned hole, leaning down and gathering a breast against his fingers and the first, clenching as he shifted his hips powerfully. His hot ragged breath was against her ear and he bit at the lobe in lust.

[06:53]  Kyomi Kohime [Boot] felt hand to breast, teeth to ear. Her fingers on her clit making her walls start to milk and grip at him as she pressed back to him. This was nothing like anything she had heard from others. This was primal, this was lust-filled, and, amazingly, it was feeling amazing. Even as he gripped at her and bit on her, she wanted him to continue until we was done. It was the first time she had truly felt free in a long time. This felt like an escape, a treat for something. Her head tipped back, her back pressing to his chest, she sighed and let out a full moan, no croaking or squeaking, just the sensual sound of a woman in want.

[06:58]  Malachi Stormcrow was in the throws of passion, his hands, lips, tongue touching and biting wherever he could. He had arched back and allowed her body to rock up against his pelvis, empaling herself on him as he gripped and pulled at a large handful of her locks, just as the moan escaped her lips. He froze briefly before remembering to continue his circular pattern of thrust. A moan? That was not the quite noise he was used to her producing. And it seemed to be driven by their fuck. And so he sought to drive it further ... to milk her voice as she milked his cum from him, shoving deep and madly against her, toes clenching into the long white furs beneath.

[07:02]  Kyomi Kohime [Boot] 's free hand curled around a breast, her other hand still circling and teasing herself. Her hips bucked and pushed back into his, her mouth agape as she whimpered more fully, her breathing panting out sounds that her mind had long since forgotten. She'd let him pull her head back by her hair, feeling her heart race as he used her.

[07:06]  Malachi Stormcrow raised himself upright on his knees, now that he was confident she would not pull away, but crash with force against each bucking thrust. He grunted audibly now, feeling the edges of his manhood gripped and felt along every inch of her canal. He still had her hair, forcing her chest to arch back with swinging breasts. With his other hand he gripped her ass cheek, slapping occasionally as a motivator for her to cum, which he also told her. "Time for you to fucking cum!" he commanded.

[07:11]  Kyomi Kohime [Boot] had no issue complying with his request. As he gripped and pulled her back against him even more she let everything sweep over her. Her eyes closed and she let out a full, "Ohhhhh..." as she came for her master. Her walls tightened and gripped more viscously now as everything inside her seemed to explode with a sensation she could only equate to years of worry and dread melting away entirely. She gasped and panted loudly as he continued to pound into her through her climax.

[07:15]  Malachi Stormcrow let out a low gutteral cry as he felt the waves of explosion wrack his bones and escape in messy bursts through his penis. He ripped the fluid covered cock from her, and flipped her again, drawing up to straddle her stomach and allow the rest of his ejaculation to occur across breasts and face. His eyes feasted on the sight as his fist pumped the emptying cock. He shuddered, madeningly continuing to allow powerful bursts to fall in strands across her.

[07:21]  Kyomi Kohime [Boot] felt him start to empty inside her, falling a bit limper as he came as well. She smiled softly, not expecting him to flip her over. As he pinned her to the floor, she watched him shoot over her chest and head. Eyes wide, startled, but not scared. She searched his eyes and felt herself sink back into the furs as the wild, intense nature of them made her thankful that he was her master, and not another. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, basking in his seed, "Tha... thank you..." The words were foreign to her ears, the voice like someone else's.

[07:24]  Malachi Stormcrow froze again, at first because his body and mind needed a bit of recovery from the fuck, but then because of the words ... audible ... that issued from between those cum covered lips. "You speak!" he proclaimed, then chuckled, sliding from over top of her to rest on the furs cross-legged and stare in awe. "Say something else!" he spoke almost like a child in wonder. Had he known, he would have opened her weeks ago ... though her silence perhaps endeared her to the rest of the alar.

[07:29]  Kyomi Kohime [Boot] still lay on her back. She hadn't even realized that she had spoken until he sat next to her and ordered her to say something else. She gripped the furs with her hands as she tried to force her mind to remember something else. She looked over Mal's face and felt at ease and turned to her side, "Ma..ster..." She winced, the word coming out choppy, like someone learning the language for the first time.

[08:00]  Malachi Stormcrow was in awe of the word as it came out, grinning.

[08:06]  Kyomi Kohime [Boot] curls up and hugs her knees at his silence. Perhaps he was angry with her and the grin only signaled that he was thinking of ways to punish her...

Mal's Mother?

[09:56]  Kanda Veeper wished she could make herself gro w on the spot..but there was only so tall she could stand. "We are not looking for a bloody pet! We are looking to be served..generally at all!!" then sucks in a highly sharp breath picking her words quite seriously "Imagine there were no girls in camp? Would you not grow tired of getting your own food...having to do every last thing yourself when you know there is another way?" Her head snaps back with the damn it thrown at her "What Mal!! Damn what!? I swear ..nothing i ever say makes you happy i wonder why you talk to me at all..." then tosses her hand out behind him "Seems someone came to die..since they must have just ..let themselves in."

[09:58]  Malachi Stormcrow boils, but turns to see the newcomers and calls out to them. "What business do you have here!" He was now in a foul mood and unwanting to deal with visitors, especially women. He stomped toward then, muttering under his breath.

[10:00]  Kanda Veeper turns in a huff and goes storming off the hill. She didnt need to see anyone else get beheaded today. Blood was not easy to get out "Have fun!!" she screams back and only wishes she had something in her hand to throw at the back of his head..but she didnt ..so they were both lucky.

[10:00]  Ost Clawtooth steps forward, her posture shifting. It's clear then perhaps that the tall woman might have been used as a guard slave in the past. She almost seems to eclipse the form of the woman behind her. "This woman seeks a man named Malachi, Master."

[10:01]  Malachi Stormcrow raises a brow and steps ominously forward. "Slut! Kneel the fuck down and let the woman speak for herself." He turns to the woman, and his recent conversation still had him steaming. "What do you want with Malachi, woman!"

[10:03]  Ost Clawtooth backed up..recoiling really..knees hitting the dirt fast and hard. Yeah this lady is on her own for serious.

[10:04]  Bitter Varnish frowns at the man's rude behavior but didn't seem surprised, such barbarians out here. "Do not speak to my slave like that. She is presenting me properly, as a free woman is want to do in the mroe civil parts of the world" a sharp look of contempt. "I have buisness with this man that is not of your concern. If you lack the authority to do anything but scream and drool then you can find me one who can help me" she folded her arms tightly under her chest.

[10:06]  Akadiah Daines: Was trotting back to the laagar and saw the gathering. Curious as Aka was she moved to them and kneeled. “Greetings Master, and greetings to you as well Mistress” she smiled to the bond.

[10:10]  Malachi Stormcrow boiled what he would soon find to be his own foot in his own rashness. But still he tried to speak more calmly, crusting over his malice. "All of Malachi's concerns are my own, woman. He is me. Now what are you seeking here. And speak quick, for the majority of those who pass our gates uninvited find their head cleft from body."

[10:12]  Ost Clawtooth glanced over at the slave that arrived, staring at whatever it was hanging out of her mouth. A kid's toy or something. She gives her a breif smile then glances up the hill towards the big tent..then back to the man. Oohh -that- is Malachi. Interesting. She looks between the free then like a spectator at some sporting event.

[10:16]  Bitter Varnish eyes widen, the emotion on her face something between shock and pure skepticism. She leaned forward and squinted up at the big man, shifting her weight from foot to foot so as to get a look past all that hair. She frowned a bit but nodded then. "your father may have been wild but he never felt the need to cover himself in so much hair. I am your mother Malachi, and I have traveled quite a distance to find you so try not to cut my head off just yet. I do not know what Brianna told you about your true family, so it may be a shock to know that I am it"

[10:17]  Akadiah Daines: Noticed the bonds eyes glance at the leem and she pulled it from her mouth, laying it on her thigh. She of course had no pockets and while running, she’d found it was the best way to hang on to it. It was a new aquirment, her experiment at sewing that the Lady Eve had taught her the night before. She wanted to bring it to her to get her opinion on the stitched.. yet she did not spy her around. It was alright though, for now she was interested in the visitors.

[10:20]  Malachi Stormcrow simply stared for a moment, taking in these words and allowing his eyes to wash over the face of the one calling herself his mother. Then his brow furrowed. Anger poured in and was released, washed in a little mixture of horror and awe. "H-how ... how do you know Brianna!?" it was almost accusatory, but deep down he ached for this to be true. For that woman, Brianna, to be nothing more than an imposter and for his life in Vonda to have been a farce.

[10:24]  Bitter Varnish if she was awash with emotions she didn't show it, though a glimmer of fondness was displayed in her eyes as the man seemed truly overcome. "because I gave you to her boy. I see she did as I told her and didn't speak of me or your father, not that it did much good..." she looked around in disgust. "do you truly wish to discuss this here? Making these poor slaves freeze their behinds off?"

[10:26]  Ost Clawtooth felt like a fly on the wall and not in a good way. HEr cheeks burn. Emotion always makes her feel a bit awkward, more used to the stone-faced black clad men she's generally around. men who frown on everything..except of course, for frowning. She looks up at the woman again, studying her features.

[10:27]  Malachi Stormcrow looks around, realizing the chill of the air. He really cared not at this point what parts of the slaves froze off, but if this ... if this was who she said, then perhaps his visions had had some meaning. He blinked, looking closer, seeing the dark shape in his mind turn to this woman, though younger. He gulped and nodded, motioning up the hill. He was too overcome to speak, his mind still reeling. He waited for them to follow.

[10:30]  Bitter Varnish reaches out to pet Ost fondly,playing the slave off as her own. She released the sack she'd been carying and droped it at Ost's feet. "let's go"

[10:33]  Malachi Stormcrow walked into the tent of gathering, noticing a large crowd already there and hesitating. He looked back toward the woman calling herself his mother. The age seemed about right anyway. Seeing the men deep in thought and bristling at seeing Kanda after their argument, he nodded to Games and then returned his attention to the guests. "Pie, bring drink. Now .. please ... tell me this story from the beginning. There are many pieces to this puzzle I don't understand. Why was I given to Brianna Firehawk as her own and told not to speak of you?"

[10:34]  Kanda Veeper slowly glares up towards Mal as he comes in "Great.." then turns back towards the Kaissa game. The Men's moving hands and pieces was going to leave her far more sane than another conversation or argument with him.

[10:35]  Akadiah Daines: Was a bit in awe at what was happening to the Magician shed been following about and she wandered around the tent a few times finding a spot she liked. She had just settled when he ordered drink and she hopped right back up.. “Yes Master” and she walked to the entrance wondering what she should bring. He had not said… “hm..” she said and headed to the wagon where the drinks were kept.

[10:37]  Bitter Varnish was in the middle of pinching her nose when she entered the tent, down wind of those beasts of burden no place to be. She carried herself youthfully despite her age, likely to beat her newfound child should she know how old he considered her. "and this is where you wish me to tell you, among all these people..." she shook her head at the manners in these parts. "very well" she raised a hand to all, greeting them as one. "Tal" she looked for a suitable place to sit, an expectant look for Ost to follow. She looked to Malachi's quesiton, seeming to hesitate answering in front of all these people. She didn't know if such a thing could be punished when so much time had passed, but she beleived it was possible. She shrugged ans answered truthfully. "I have been a slave my whole life until recently, my dieing master freed me. I did not wish that life for you..."

[10:38]  playmate Gothly was walking on te edge now as patience was not one of her good sides atall and Ax seemed to test her today for sure...she saw a crowd falling in through the tent entrance "Tal !" she said seeing Mal and ..the others...she perked her ears at what was said and was now much more interested in that than the trip earlier.. she however felt very nervous because Jaym was here and so was pie...with the piece of clothing she had given her secretly without asking te chief...oh did she hope that Jaym didnt mnd..or notice atleast

[10:39]  Jaymie Drammond looks upon the strangers rather suspiciously as they enter into the pavilion... he waits patiently for the chieftain to make his next move as he looks over to Games grinning at her... his previous plan for story telling now lost in the mix of things... not that he would tell stories of that nature infront of strangers anyways... he notices kanda in there and nods his head at her and then Mal giving a low but not quiet "Tal" to each of them...

[10:42]  Malachi Stormcrow stared at the woman and blinked a few more times, shaking his head and beginning to pace. "You are saying that ... that all this time I was born a ..." he blanched beneath the thick beard and began to shake slightly. He too wondered now if they should find a quieter place to talk, but he could not help but find out more as quickly as possible. "Continue ... please." If this was his mother, he would at least be civil to her and thankful that he was not indeed born of Vonda.

[10:44]  Ost Clawtooth followed the woman about like a shadow for now, dark eyes lighting breifly on the Cheiftain she knows, though the others...strangers. She settles silently, for the time..she is the woman's anyway. She listens to the tale told between the two, privy to it by chance.

[10:47]  Jaym Wolfhunter 's eyes green like spring grasses slid to HIs right having finally decided upon a move...the Ubars Assassin slid to Ubars Scribe Four...He listened on for a moment before His eyes fell again to the board...finally after a time did He speak in tones bereft of emotion..."Speak more quietly..." He said aloud...His fingers spread...He moved the Ubars Scribe to Ubara Four

[10:47]  playmate Gothly head the woman speak and her mouth fell open instantly..lucky she could cover her widelips behind her hand and suddenly she turned hiding behind Ax like she was looking for something in the pillows...it was a shocking news indeed and ..atleast she would ve wanted if it was her in Mals place ..to hear it in private"oh dear!" she mumbled very quietly so only Ax and maybe chief could hear it and pulled back up after she could shut her mouth and wipe that surprised look off her face

[10:49]  Jaymie Drammond chooses to ignore the conversation of them as its not really his business... he focuses intently on the game infront of him... watching his every move to try and judge his plan... he quickly moves his Ubar's Initiate to Ubar's Scribe Eight and then watches for the next move..

[10:50]  Akadiah Daines: Returned to the tent with a tray of cups, a pitcher of mead along with a pitcher of juice, just in case the woman wanted something a bit more mild. She set the tray down in front of them and lowered herself as well looking at them, hoping to catch more tid bits of what was going on. She quickly poured him a tankard of mead and scooted close to him. She settled her thighs apart in front of him and licked her lips as she held it up to him. She loved the smell of mead.

[10:51]  Bitter Varnish cringed at the pillows, uncertain what slaves had been ravaged on these things of late. She supposed fresh fabrics could be circulated but she doubted it here where water seemed a limited resource. She pointed at a seat. "sit Ost, legs out" she'd wait for the girl to sit like a free woman and then plop down into the girl's lap, a sanitary barrier for her travel worn skirts. "the whole story is a long one Mal, but I will give you the basics and allow your questions to come later. The surprise reactions of those around her wasn't lost on the woman, but she chose not to recognize them. "you're father is Ishmael of Alar, as wild as you seemed to be though he did not live in such..." she didn't finish. "he spent his time hunting panthers, of which I was one. It was only after enslaving me that he came to love me and give me a child. It was in Vonda that he took me to be freed, and in Vonda that he died mere days before the proceedings. He was a master of timing he was..." spoken with a bit of contempt. She had loved him dearly but it was an unfortunate turn of events.

[10:54]  Ost Clawtooth does as she's told..wouldn't be the first time she's used as furniture..though she does consider humping the woman's ass. Probably not a good idea when it turns out the woman is that big guy's mom. yeah..hips..be still.

[10:55]  Malachi Stormcrow heard the comment of Jaym, relieved, to some degree, that they were intent in their game. He looked down, glad for the distraction of Pie and a drink. He took it from her delicate hands, and another, then gazed directly at ... Mother. "Come," he told her, not thinking of the fact that she had just set herself down. He was unnerved. He was trying to catch up to this news. Ishmael. Alar. Slave. He shook his head. "Come, we will speak without a bit ... so as not to disturb the game. There is a fire on the ledge there." He would turn and then turn back to be sure the woman followed.

[10:57]  Kanda Veeper 's head turns very slowly from the game up towards the conversation going on. Sadly she lacked the ability to turn off her ears and still did hear it. "Really?" she extends the word out far longer then necessary and just had to hear more. Panther? Slave? Child? Your ..father ? It was all just a little too good to not listen to..especially for Kanda who needed some good ammunition to use against Mal. "Oh right ..well you all be well.." then turns wide eyed back to the game

[10:58]  Akadiah Daines: sighed and began to gather up the tray and stuff again and balancing it she rose to follow them... She figured she could serve his momma once they got there.

 [10:58]  Bitter Varnish groaned when he stood up with two drinks and headed off for more privacey, shaking her head as if she'd raised him all wrong when in fact she'd done little in that regard. She reached back for support and found a breast to grip,clutching it tightly so as to push herself up onto her feet. She grasped a drink from the slave and followed.

[11:01]  playmate Gothly huffed sadly as they left and with them the gossip too...she rested her head on her knees and watched the game in silence

[11:03]  Jaymie Drammond frowns and mutters something about.. "Things not going according to plan.."

[11:04]  Malachi Stormcrow watched the fire for a moment, waiting for the other to arrive. "There is no proof, of course," he said quietly, still gazing at the flickering flames. "But in my heart I know you speak truth. It is as my dreams have long spoken to me from the depths of memory." His jaw tensed and he turned toward the woman again. "I knew, somehow, that it was more than chance that brought me to the laager of the Alar. It was the blood of my father." He paused a moment, focusing on her features, gathering the resemblance to him. "And the man ... my father .. did he have two small scars under each eye?" Malachi had to be sure.

[11:04]  Jaym Wolfhunter mutters, Id like that move back..."

[11:05]  Jaymie Drammond nods at him graciously giving him a back... "We are Noble and generous afterall.." he reminds the cheiftain..

[11:11]  playmate Gothly yawned and seeing Ar was concentraiting on the game she stood up and moved across the tent next to Kanda...she was really hoping to hear others talk

[11:16]  Akadiah Daines: gasps

[11:18]  Bitter Varnish scoffed loudly at his stoic realization, not bothering to sit. "Come back here as your fate? Come back here as part of your blood? Are you simple in the head boy? I dragged your father from this land so we could find a better place, a more suitable and respectable land to raise a child. One who would not have to hunt and scavenge like we did. What did your father do? Get in a fight with pirates and get himself killed. I left you in that city to be something better, a merchant maybe or maybe a scribe. What do you do? You come back here." she threw her hands up. "really I don't know what went wrong. Of course he had those scars, he had many many scars"

[11:23]  Jaym Wolfhunter nodded to Ax..."My Thanks for the Game" He said simply...reaching acrossed the board to offer His arm...

[11:23]  Jaymie Drammond rearranges the pieces slowly as he nods towards the chieftain... "Nicely played.." he congratulations to him as he takes his arm..

[11:23]  Malachi Stormcrow narrows his eyes. "You would dare attempt to ... tame ... my father? To give me a ... BETTER life!? I discarded the life of a scribe in Vonda as soon as I could get away from Brianna's stifling presence!" His face showed a disgust for all things walled in and he gazed out at the open landscape. "Look! There is nothing better than this. My father must have loved you much indeed to be brought away from fields and open range." His voice was gravely, his emotion thick and he turned back sharply. "This IS my fate, woman! And I am no son of a slave girl!" Surely since she was freed, it meant he was as well, right? Who all had heard that statement made. He shuddered to think.

[11:25]  Ost Clawtooth watches a small bettle burrow its way throgh the grass at her side. She reaches down to poke its back, pinning it there gently but firm enough to make it squirm and panic. Dark eyes lift to watch the man and woman as they speak, drawn perhaps to the passion in the man's voice. Simple beast, is ost.

[11:26]  Akadiah Daines: "Master may I be excused?" whispering quietly.. a little shocked by his anger.

[11:26]  Jaym Wolfhunter was then seen, to, as was His wont...fall fast asleep...

[11:27]  Malachi Stormcrow dismisses her with the flick of his wrist, his mind too preoccupied to give much thought to the girl at present.

[11:27]  Jaymie Drammond had been trying to stay out of the conversation going on outside the tent but hearing the woman degrade the life of the Mighty Alar his head comes up from the board... yellow eyes narrowing as she spoke as if she was above the alar... nothing more than another panther girl that wound up in a collar to him.. he stands up looking through the tent at her, hand edging around to his back, fingers lovingly stroking the edge of his axe as he looks at her seething..

[11:31]  Bitter Varnish she was clearly disapointed by his reaction and where he'd ended up, her next words born from spite. "I was freed legally. You were smuggled. I make no claims to your freedom" let him handle that big heap of fire if he was so free. She turned and pulled on Ost. "my slave and I require a bed to sleep in, we are tired from travel" she anounced, spotting the seething male and daring him to act with his eyes.

[11:31]  Jaymie Drammond his hand slips down into his satchel ashe thinks... the insults barked a major stick in his side... as often the case when his temper rises he draws from his satchel a simple leather string... taking it up he gathers his hair up pulling it out of his face listening for even one more insult of his people..

[11:32]  playmate Gothly leaned back shaking her head slightly as she looked at the sealing and stretched out her legs...so funny were these treloving panthergirls turned slaves turned Free...surely she could not have known her companion, Mals father well if she just came to the lands of Alar and spoke such disrespecting things

[11:34]  Ost Clawtooth watched another man come close and she moved closer to the woman's legs. Oh right like that would help. A good shove and they are both tumbling down the hill anyway.

[11:34]  Jaymie Drammond walks with great haste to mals side... in a low voice to him he says plainly to him for the tree slut to hear... "Warn your mother... should she enjoy her tongue in her mouth... She should watch what she says about the Alar..." he informs him... not wanting to directly talk to a tree slut himself... his hand once again slips behind him stroking the edge of his axe as he thinks... eyes brimming with hate towards her...

[11:37]  Kanda Veeper snaps herself out of her daze and had missed most of everything that just happened "Huh? Who did what to the Alar? WHo won the game? Chieftain ..right?" Finally she realized everyone seemed to now be behind her ...and with great intensity..did she watch..

[11:40]  Malachi Stormcrow lifts his palm toward Ax and nods slowly, but keeps his eyes on his mother. This mother seemed to be no different than the other he had known. Seeking some form of civility to uncrust him in. He frowned and his oceanic eyes tossed. "There are parts to your story that seem true, but I cannot believe that my father would allow me to be born in a city. Surely he died and then you made these sinister plans against my bloodline!" He had heard her say she was tired, and was in some ways willing to believe that it was the tiredness and old age that brought such rudeness of words.

[11:43]  Kyomi Kohime [Boot] moved into the tent, picking up some things here and there, setting horns on the tables in their holders, resettling rugs. She'd look up noticing her master and move outside quickly to kneel near him, being sure never to interrupt any conversation until she was beckoned. Boot watched the group closely, wondering who the woman was that Mal was speaking to.

[11:44]  Bitter Varnish ignored the rage of the others, having warned Mal from the begining they should speak in private. She rolled her eyes and huffed the hair from her face. "it was a topic of...contention between your father and I. But clearly he would not have taken me to be freed if he did not see the wisdom in my words. Anyway, he got himself killed and I have survived. So I will give you a few days to collect your things and settle your buisness, answer what questions you need answering. Then we go home, to the nice planned settlements outside the city where we will try to salvage your education" she smiled firmly.

[11:46]  Ost Clawtooth inched away from the woman juuust slightly. She is familiar enough with these people to know how quickly heads part company with bodies and it isnt that she minds the blood really, its that she doesnt particularly want a hack should a blow miss in its enraged intent to kill the woman.

[11:49]  Malachi Stormcrow was in awe. He had just allowed himself to revel in the idea that he was at least half Alar, but he was beginning to think his mother more than made up in detriment to the glory of his father's line, tarnishing it with this foolishness. "Utter foolishness!" he said aloud, and he turned to Ax as if to wonder if he had heard such a thing. "I find my mother! I find I am of Alar blood, praise the priest kings, and then she COMMANDS me to return to what fools call life ... in a city! It is beyond belief!" He turned away, throwing his hands to the air and pacing about. Then he turned back. "Boot!" he called loudly, having had noticed her arrive. "These two will be staying the night, and THEN I will determine what is to be done with them!"

[11:49]  amberlight Citron shouts: Placing her bag of textiles to the floor and shaking her hand from its weight ... she wrapps on the wooden gate ... a strange wagon looking camp .... wondering if she would fare well in coinage in selling her wares she knocks it 3 times in the hope to be heard *

[11:54]  Kyomi Kohime [Boot] perks up as he calls for her. She looks between the two females and bows her head to Mal. The words about his mother seated in her mind a moment, and she moved a bit looking to the wagons, guessing he'd let her stay here the night. Boot didn't mind sleeping outside, but it would a chilly night. She finally moved to stand, bowing to the woman and turning looking over her shoulder as she began to move away, hoping they would follow.

[11:54]  Jaymie Drammond draws his axe from his back... large and plain looking as it was... he holds it out to Mal for him to take... he tells him.. "Remove them from your life and be done with it... She dishonors you... She is a proclaimed tree slut... nothing more... She commands you around... Do you take commands from women?.." he pauses as he looks towards the beast... "She looks like a Urt.." he comments to him as he continues holding the axe out for him to take..

[11:56]  amberlight Citron shouts: after rapping on the heavy wood a creeking gate opens ... Amber walks thro eyes darting over the place as she returns her bag of textiles into her grasp and tenderly stroles the lands ... looking back to ensure her guards are still awake at the gate she proceeds to find life ....

[11:57]  Bitter Varnish harumphed over what her son would allow to do. Really one would think he'd be greatful for coming to save him from such squallor. She folded her arms and tapped a toe impatiently.

[11:58]  Ost Clawtooth doesnt seem to make a scene about getting killed..her owner could come collect payment like any other, it didn't matter much to her...however. "I am borrowed property Master..i would beg to return now..since i have ocmpleted the task asked of me.."

[11:58]  Jaymie Drammond adds one more thing shortly to Mal.. "Remember... her being a breeding slut doesn't make her your mother... just the beast who bore you.."

[12:01]  Bitter Varnish eyes the man sharply, growling at being called such things. "we were to be wed!" she proclaims sharply. She looked down at the squirming slave and frowned at the request. "but I have not rewarded you..." she pouted a bit, thinking of the good times she had planned for the girl. "oh very well...be gone with you" she didn't give the man with the axe much regard, certain her son wouldn't kill her.

[12:01]  Kanda Veeper lets out a long sigh. This was all still very interesting though she couldnt help but feel a bit badly for Mal. Not exactly the news anyone wants to get..or at least half of it. True..there was something that come from it. Being of any Alar blood surely made you a far superior being than any other on Gor..."Well said Ax. "

[12:01]  amberlight Citron: looking thro a wonderous looking tentage she spies life , Ambers face smiles brightly as she notes them conversing .... "Tall sir's may one of ye spare me such a ahn ? me name be Amber seamstress I come selling me work "

[12:01]  Malachi Stormcrow growled low, gripping the axe. It felt strong and gave him a sense of clarity. He gripped it until his knuckles were white and he spoke. "My judgment will wait until the morning." He was dark in mind and word, and Ax's words made him cringe. "I will be back with the dawn," he spoke simply, keeping the rest of his thoughts to himself. "They are not to be harmed until then." And with that he left, gathering bundle and Thalarion, to the hills he loved, in order to think on all these words.
[12:03]  Malachi Stormcrow stormed past, his visage marred with sweet and bitter truth. He went for solitude. He went for wide and tall mountain ranges apart from all.

Plundered Pudding

Part 1: The Horrible Offense


Kanda  lets out a long and shoulder dropping sigh..her neck tensing under her fabrics while she takes an ihn to stew a little before finally getting herself back into the frame of mind she knew she was at least expected to present. "I am feeling alright i think..and right now no..i dont need anything .Perhaps Mal does?" she offers having noticed him slip up the hill beside them "How did things go in Ar? Find anything that will at least get off it's ass and offer to serve.." then she turns quickly "Not you pudding..you do great." and she did really feel it necessary to praise the slave for doing something as simple as offering service. Around here that seemed a lot to ask. "If not ..i'm sure we can look around some more. Goodness knows where would be best though.." she brings a hand up to her hair and fingers at the blue ribbon hanging from a blond chunk "Really are going to need more though once Eve gives birth..and if any more women get pregnant.." she hoped most of all herself or she really was going to be a  useless woman in the eyes of the world, herself and worst of all her Mate.

Malachi  watched Jaym retire to his wagon. That man was a thinker, if ever there was one. Mal felt just a little embarrassed that his main use of the wagon had not been full of contemplation. But then that's what Malachi took long morning hunts for, though his conversation with Eve did seem slowly to be replacing that. He walked toward Kanda and dropped down beside her, patting her knee and looking over to see if she was as tired looking as usual. He was scared of how tired she had looked lately. It was an ominous prediction for him. He then turned to Pudding and winked, his mood good since coming back from the cities. He then plopped down a couple jars of oils and a bar of bath soup. "For the baby," he said simply, and then continued in the vein of nurse maids. "I rescued a bit of lust meat from the falls a while back. She may do ... perhaps ... as governess bond, or something of that nature. No luck in Ar besides what you see, I'm afraid." He looked out at the horizon and rememberd doing such things with Kanda
 in the past. "If Pudding were to offer me mead and more, I would dub her "good slave" for the rest of the day. If a bit of cheese and her warmth on my lap, then "excellent slave for two days." He chuckled.

Pudding did notice how tired she looked and she wondered if perhaps..she is pregnant already. They always seem so tired at first. "yes my Mistress.." She says to her but scowls just slightly..not at the praise, but at the fact she probably felt like she needed to. Oh pudding is going to be punting slaves all over the damn place if she can ever find them. She rises then and with mal's words..well she totally takes that as in invitation and when he lowers to the ground, she moves in close...gracefully slipping onto his lap, a laugh in her chest. "Master...how about mead and cheese and anything else you desire?" She offers, brown eyes flashing.

Kanda turns towards him. She was quite tired still but at least for the most part, save the Chieftains snoring and other needs, she had more or less been making it though the night. "Thank you.." she plops her hand down over his upon her knee and chuckles. Such a far cry from the first place he had touched her ..and it seemed they had gotten to a point he was not going to get smacked for it. "You..are a gem." she looks at the oils and soap and did know that a little bit of it at least was going to get used on herself. Might as well since Dara did bath with her half the time anyway. "Actually..you know we might just be able to borrow some slaves from somewhere. Perhaps the threat of being replaced by more efficient models would get some of the Laager slaves up and moving. " then she grins a bit watching pudding and knowing Mal pretty well. "You know ..i think pudding might be a lot of help to you..and enjoyment, Mal..when shes not serving the Chieftain or myself. Reallyreally do." and she really really did. "Useful little slut"

Malachi couldn't help but burst with a little laugh, his body chuckling beneath the well-formed slut and absentmindedly judging the firmness of her ass against him. He shot Kanda funny gaze, feeling her hand on his, and nodding. He squeezed the knee before removing his hand and placing it along the silken thigh of Pudding. "It is good to be friends," he mused to Kanda, "though enemies was fun too, and should not be altogether done away with, I think." He leaned in to nibble at Pudding's neck, tasting the flesh of her and growling gutterally "You are an enjoyable slut then, Pud?"

Pudding was usually too busy for such playfulness but now it seemed like a good thing to do. When he leans in to her throat, her back arches slightly, a dark hand finding its way to his hair. Bold and heated..there is very little demure and soft about her..maybe so in the furs as well. Her hand slips up along his scalp, threading...and she leans in to growl her own response in his ear.."I am sure you would not spare the whip, were i not..Master."

Kanda wraps her hands up around curled knees once both were freed by him moving his hand "It is good to be friends but well...can you be enemies with the Mate of the Chieftain?" she had noticed that the flack she used to get from the Men had dropped down to almost a percentage of nothing at all. "We can never be true enemies anyway at this point. Too much like family i think. " she curls her lips up into a grin watching pudding get chewed on a little bit. Did not bother her nearly as much to see as it would have with her Mate but there was still something in Kanda that twinged at the slaves ability to do that at all..just ..be like that.

Mal seemed to divide his time quite evenly between conversation with Kanda and the coaxing of heat between himself and the slut. One eye drifted sidelong toward Kanda and he almost felt insulted, as though he might not dare to give her his usual grief. In his own mind, at least, this was not the case. He gave a half grin to Kanda and the other half to Pudding, a low chuckle in his gullet. "I believe it must be a mixture of two things .. you are surely changed by being with the Chieftain, and I am most assuredly changed by being with Eve. There is a tension ... relaxed," he mused, his fingers working firmly toward the inner thighs of Pudding, kneeding at the toned muscles and awaiting a relaxation of tension there as well. He would draw his teeth along her ear and the nape of her neck, feeling the pull of his hair down in the direction his head already wished to go.

Pudding baskd in his attention, and though she is old for a slave and ridiculously experienced, there is a sort of hunger to her that is very much new. Thighs part as his touch traverses inward, their voices becoming some blending sound filtered through lust. When his teeth touch her flesh, she moans..a husky..raw sort of sound..seemingly not shy at all about it despita kanda so near. She inhales, a hot breath escaping against his ear as her hips move..a low grind that is seeking his hand."just a little harder..Master? please.." unsurprisingly perhaps..she rather likes biting..in the right spots at least.

Kanda  had not really considered that being with the Chieftain had changed her any and she asks "Have i changed?" though really he had demanded some pretty big changes out of her. Perhaps more noticeable ones than she had though. "You have certainly changed some though. Perhaps ..we both just ..grew up." They had both come a long way from that first meeting at thee gates. Had families even. Or at least on the way. "Goodness life can really mess with heads sometimes. .." and she finds her lips pursing slightly and eyes that were colored not unlike the mountains, move to them so she can speak without having to try and keep her concentration from what he was doing with pudding.

Malachi Stormcrow drove a strong palm up her flesh and beneath the thin fabric of her garment, cleaving her breasts with his thrust and yanking off the clothing. He watched the springing of tanned breasts flinging perkily into the frozen air, but his grip was at her jaw, turning her to him and drawing her lips to his eager teeth, first sucking and then sinking his less than pearly whites into that full rich protruding flesh, so red and possibly markedly redder with blood, had he punctured the lip. Suddenly he tore away from the passion of the moment to look again at Kanda. He could feel the rise of his cock to meet Pudding's sex ... as well as the touch of rough fingers against the delicate sheath of her. But still he found himself speaking to Kanda. "Growth comes more with the experiences of life and less with mere time, it seems." Then he winks at Kanda. "But do not worry. You have not changed much ... and not for the worse." Still his fingers drove harshly, digging into the snatch that thrust up eagerly.

Farida Lionheart to say the least she had not forseen such a morning site in the chill air. Her intent Had been to speak with Kanda to say the least. A idea within her mind as to a way to earn her keep here so to speak. But, such a site and the sounds. Ahhh they had her dusky skin turning darker as her eyes went wide a moment. And then the sounds of steps that had been on approach, would be heard turning and making a hasty retreat. Aye things of this nature were the norm for many a area, but she'd been sheltered until recently, and, while she did have a curiosity she was not about to stand and watch like a gawker. Besides she had no need or want to be thinking of such things at this point, far from. Perhaps even a small sound could have been heard just before the steps carried her away in hasty flight, while she may be willing to fight though she's slim to no chance of winning. In this, aye she'd turn tail like a coward.

Puddin' was quickly nude in his lap and the icey bite of the wind wasn't even felt then at her back. At this point she'd given in fully and there is only a naked brown female animal in his lap. It's the ferocity of his grip..and the hard passion in his kiss, her own lip nicked.She tastes blood..copper and breif. When he turns his face way, she pulls at the heavy scarf around his neck to get to his neck. She kisses him there, suckling at the flesh as her body moves against his hand, finding a pace instinctually. HEr tongue runs up his ear, her hands then slide down his chest..down lower to his belt between them. Words are whispered at his ear between pants, but common gorean had left her..it was either some strange tongue of lust, or it was schendian.

Kanda Veeper turns her head against her shoulder and again finds herself pulling the collar of her dress higher about her face. Was a wise decision on her part not to watch but there was nothing he could do that was going to drive her from the spot she sat in. Not too long ago this would have sent Kanda slipping off back into her wagon but Mal was right..a little life experience did seem to have made her grow at least in some respects. That and lots of trust. "So very very true Mal..and thank you at least for the not worse part. Maybe all that blithering people used to do about me needing a strong Man was true. A noise catches her attention that sounded not like Mal and pudding..something else perhaps..the herlit? She was not going to be turning around do find out though until the other sounds of lips on skin and heavier than normal breathing had ceased behind her . "I need to get more flowers at some point.." she tosses out randomly just remembering it. It was said not to anyone in particular though..simply the world that would listen.

Malachi Stormcrow then devoted the entirety of his mind and body to Pudding, ripping away at the bindings of his pants to release the tool he was scrambling for. He would take her hard and deep, tooth and nail, into a ragged and ravenous world. Sweat, blood, and cum hot and trailing through this land of ice and wind, inciting the depths of explosive passion to boil and rise to the pennacle of lust, fulling forged steel of desire against the slamming hammer of Thor himself against engulfing sheath.

Pudding mauled him as bad as he mauled her..the cries of pleasure occasionally punctuated with tiny gasps of pain..the occasional whine that melted into another moan or other somesuch sound. Eventually though..the sounds crested and then stopped..and eventually..she'd move rom his lap so he could go to his wagon and do Mal things. Whatever that is. her hands lift..trying to fix her wild hair.

Kanda Veeper sat there just listening. It was rather too bad she could not turn hearing off at will but at least it wast not screaming in horrific pain like sometimes was heard ringing out through the Laager. Sounded like a lot of fun really and it sent her eyes casting up towards the wagon then back to the Mountains. "Well..guess you two need to get cleaned up.." she finally sings out after it sounded like things had finished up. At least round one anyway.

Pudding looks over at Kanda. That was probably the first time she'd ever been used with a FW so near. usually they leave in huff, so weak in their own self confidence like they might just catch slut if they stayed. Its a natural act, hardly any different from eating. To her at least. She's quiet for a moment as if she wants to say or ask something..but there was no way she could come up with to phrase it that wouldnt get her likely beaten so she opts to just shut up. She picks up her clothes, the evidence of thier coupling already going cold on her inner thighs. "yes my Mistress." She says and with that she'd head to the bath, though pausing once more. no..just shut up, pudding. And off she trudges.

Kanda did not really know that she and pudding were having the same first experience with something like that. Surely though with what the Chieftain was demanding of her ..and him having a slave like pudding around, she was going to have to at least find some level of comfort around such things. This was not a city after all. "See you shortly.." she calls after her and lets out a long sigh..slightly frustrated torn with the free woman that knew she should be applauded and that other part of her that just could not be . "Ugg Men.." she mutters to herself. They did have a way of confusing her very badly sometimes. Slaves too.


Part 2: The Righteous Indignation


Jaym Wolfhunter did not pause...nor did He faulter...He spied the fellow wake from His nap and having closed the distance...He with an open hand cracked Mal on the back of the head with a grunt...His voice was dark..."Rumor has it...that My slave...a slave untouched yet by My hand...was put to use...all the while in the company of My Mate..." He said simply...."Did you think perhaps...to ask first if you might put the girl to use...would you Outrider...Saddle up My tharlarion...take it for a spin around the Laager..." He said..."Perhaps you would like to take a nap in My wagon... perhaps even leave your boots on...leave some mud there..." He said to the man..

Malachi Stormcrow woke with a start and scrambled to yet stay up upon the ledge. He blinked and tried to recall previous events. Ah yes. Kanda. Pudding. The fuck of the century. It was all coming back to him now. He then grinned and leaned back, looking to observe the look in the man's face. "The slut sat on me like a seasoned veteran," he said, raising a brow. "I thought surely she had been filled by your greatness by now." He blinked again, wondering if perhaps this was the last chance he had to feel his head connected to his body. At least he would make it an interesting end. "I thought surely you heard all from your wagon. Besides such, your mate practically offered her, so I assumed I was perhaps the last of the men to use her.

Jaym Wolfhunter 's eyes narrowed to a point where only slits remained...from beneath the folds of His eyelids did a gleam shine through..."...So, she was offered...by My Mate...*have the slave's use Malachi...do with her as you will...* is what she said...As for her being a vetran..she is no spring vulo, of that there is no doubt...but I have not yet had a chance to break the beast...only to find out that My Outriders have little else to do...but make time with the Chieftains newly aquired flesh...perhaps in keeping with this thought process...I aught put you on far patrol...riding the outskirts of our domain...until such time as I have finished in the collection of My desires" He said and then with a set of calloused hands cupped to His mouth did He bellow loudly..."Mate of Mine....Lore Keeper...and soon to be woman in deep modes of distress...COME HERE" He roared.

Kanda Veeper looks to the ceiling. "My goodness ost powder. Well i'm glad i'm not trying to get rid of you. .." then raises her shoulders hearing a bellow..the bellow of her mate.."shit .." She shouts back rather nervously "Coming!! Quickly" and she was off!!  She came with her head slightly lowered though on swift feet up through the snow and to the side of her Mate who really did have the Art of bellowing right down to its finest point." She takes a look at Mal seated quickly then bats her lashes around pools of adoring blue up to the Chieftain. There was a sinking feeling she did not like ..and it was perhaps the deep modes of distress part that was getting to her "You did call of me?" of course he did. IT was a stupid question but she still found it falling out of past her lips.

Malachi Stormcrow stood and tapped his chin slowly. The idea of far riding was much better than other prospects that had run through his mind. As Kanda arrives he frowns. For all he knew, she would simply deny the whole business. "Indeed, that may be necessary, for you know my vigor in such matters." He could not help a sideways grin though as he stood. The fuck of the century was turning into the clusterfuck of the century and he moved to face Jaym." Whatever Kanda said or Pudding did, I fucked before thinking to ask you yourself. Send me away, if you wish. Though I must admit it was quite worth it." Mal wondered if he actually wanted to be shoved off the cliff.

Jaym Wolfhunter 's eyes landed like hammers falling on anvils to His mates face...His voice was low...laden with a tone that could only be described as dark..."Do you yearn for a collar..." He was in the midst of asking...and then Mal spoke..."It was worth it..." He interjected in the middle of the sentence...it was almost as if time stopped...the Chieftains tarsk sized hand curled into a ball and as coiled muscles flexed and were losed in a blinding flash...that fist sent like a beam of light towards the left side of Malachi's jaw...out and upwards was the frightful stroke fully purpoused with the intent of lifting the fellow clean off His feet...

Malachi Stormcrow decided he must know now what it means to have an out of body experience, his brain feeling as though it were launched into the atmosphere even as his body worked to catch up with it. Many thoughts swirled through his mind as he flew like a tarn down the edge of the cliff. One, Jaym was a worthy pugilist. Two, the brunt of Jaym's anger had been issued toward him instead of Kanda, which he felt appropriate under the circumstances, seeing it was his own cock getting in the trouble. And 3. The sky looked so beautifully clear this time of year, the stars so--umph!! With a cracked daze, he landed like a snow angel far below.

 Kanda Veeper did not like the look on Mals face..even through all that hair . Then she figured out ..or thought she might have figured out what this was about and felt her chest tighten right along with her stomach. "Shit.." she whispers and shrinks under a gaze that could really melt steel. It was a bit of a loaded question too. "No, of course not.." she answers just above a whisper then watched something snap..his hand towards Mals face though she turned to cover her own half expecting the same thing to come flying towards her own face. "Oh please don't.." she whimpers and drags the hand that had covered her face down around the collar of her dress and slowly turns back. She hoped Mal was alright but was rather too frozen in place to tell.

Jaym Wolfhunter watched the fellow sail up and over the edge of the rim..."I too....felt it was worth it...but even things worthy...need be paid for..." He said calmly...it was often satisfying to knock the bosk shit out of someone...His eyes slid to the right...landing on His mates face...His voice held no hearty laughter...nor jovial demeanor..."What is done in your presence...reflects upon Me...what disrespect shown you...is disrespect shown Me...I would not have My mate...held in high regard spoken to, whilst rutting occurs" ..."If you cannot maintain the respect that is due My mate...I will reduce you to a modality that negates respect..." He said...

Kanda Veeper sucks in a slow and deep breath awaiting what might be about to come down upon her. Hand..foot..booming voice that had a way of making her want to curl up in a ball when there was the slightest unhappy tone to it. She listened to each word though her heart pounded in her head. Of course He was correct. He tended to be correct and that would indeed be why He is the Chieftain amongst other things. "I should have left. It was my fault.." she says still quietly though she did not want to pay the same way Mal had, at all."Next time..i know better.." and she guessed that Mal must now know better too..much much better.

Malachi Stormcrow blinks, his lythe form springier than most. Finding, however, that his head appears permanently arched to the right, he lifts his hands to aid in a swif crack of spine in order to peer and see whether these muffled words were spoken in his direction. Unfortunately, the low roar of them created a small avalanche to hinder his hearing and turn him into half a snowman. He still had much to learn about living in a laager. He had much to learn about the rules of men and his place among them. But the road toward knowledge was full of great zeniths followed by plummetous drops, it seemed,and he would undoubtedly climb soon enough to another precarious ledge, unless Eve could somehow reign him in with fatherhood. He mumbled something unintelligible before his arms flapped back down and all again went black.

Jaym Wolfhunter 's voice was without emotion...He leaned over the cliffs edge and it was loud enough to be heard over the din of the Laager..."Collect your thoughts and then make prepar-" the Chieftain began...only to see the Outriders head fall back again to the snow..."Bah..." He murmured...and then did His eyes fall to His Mate..."Since you seem well empowered to ensure Malachi is well tended in what He desires...perhaps you might now tend to the fellow who without your aid...might infact freeze to death" He said to her directly...there was no softness nor warmth in His words...nor a modicum of what had begun to become manifest in caring...

Farida Lionheart hadn't thought twice about the fellow laying on the snow last time she came past. Though it was not long ago in any case. Canting her head as she came upon him yet there, now usually by this point they were up and awake. Boots crunching softly on the snow as she made her way up to him. Crouching beside him as she moved a hand to rest before his lips, seeing if at least he yet breathed. If he did she'd wrinkle her nose some, thinking of what the best way to wake him up was..without landing herself a blow in the doing.

 Jaym Wolfhunter spied puddings form moving with what He could only imagine was well used movements...again did those calloused paws come to form a cone around His mouth and anew did He bellow..."pudding...go and bathe...if you have not done so already...and if you have...go, and do so again" He roared...

 Kanda Veeper was still not entirely sure what it was that she had done wrong here which perhaps read on her face. "I..I.." she stutters and peers over the ledge to Mal. He at least seemed to be alive . That was something. "I.." she tries once more but could come up with nothing to say. Perhaps it was not her place at all to offer slaves for service..or He was really so upset she had to hear what she had to hear though walls anyway...she just could not be sure right now. "As you wish.." was all that came out before she finally turned and headed down the hill.

Pudding stopped in her tracks hearing that. Whaaaa? Another bath? She frowns and sniffs at herself suspiciously before she turns and sulks her way back over to the baths.

Farida Lionheart after a moment her fingers curled a touch, as she readied herself to move. Hoping she'd not need to in the end. A hard swat given to his cheek, "Wakey wakey, before you freeze to death in the snow." Her voice was unsure, as she didn't know if what she was doing would work or no. The downs to never running into trouble was that you didn't know how to handle some things others might with ease. Glancing up at Kanda when she arrived, just after her words were spoken and her hand popped his cheek. Distraction could prove bad..who knows?

Malachi Stormcrow sat up quickly, looking this way and that. "I'll tear you both apart! I'll beat you both together." He blinked. Kanda. A turn of the head. *ouch* Strange woman. Hmm. Then his head felt like it split and he was suddenly cold. "Ugh," he said, as if that might explain almost everything. "Ugh and Gah!"

Kanda Veeper gets to the bottom of the hill with Farida and had a pretty good sense that between the two of them there was going to be little they could do. "I will get some furs.." she runs quickly into the tent and simply pulls them off the floor to get wrapped around him. IF they could do that at least he would not freeze on the spot. "If he doesn't wake up..we are going to have to take him somewhere.." she tosses one of the furs over him and begins to tuck it underneath . "Shit.." she mutters and was not in the slightest bit happy ...at least until Mal was conscious..sort of "Woah relax. Just lay there for a while. Dont get up."

 Farida Lionheart blinked a few times as he heard him raising a brow and then poking his nose a second later. "Good luck with that." A shake of her head given as she pushed upwards to her feet proper. "Furs may warm him Kanda, but the fires in and around the tent would do better." Her mind tripping over various thoughts, "If he gets to cold he'll need a healer for frostbite."

Malachi Stormcrow blinks and, using the women for support, rises on wobbling knees until he is upright. Upright, but his entire body burning with pain. "Just bring me to a tent and fire. I'll be fine." His pride had been wounded as much as anything else and he leaned his arms on the shoulders of the women.

Jaym Wolfhunter then, when no one was looking shook His right hand in a waving motion...He spoke in a tone that only the wind would hear..."That..is a very stout jaw" the Chieftain spoke to the ether...He heard the voices below...and while rubbing the now sore knuckles returned to His wagon...a string of muttered curses would be heard, were there people close enough to hear...He had watched the slave head towards the bucket of rain water...and so, the Chieftain strode off towards where He himself might bathe...in solitude and quiet...

Kanda Veeper runs her fingers though her hair ."Well he should probably see a healer anyway. Really don't want to go back to that place again though." not twice in as many days anyways. "Ug so not laying down?" she says to Mal and catches him under his shoulder. She actually really wanted to cry herself but first thing was first. "We can get you some packed snow for your face..it will take down the swelling.."

Pudding and V have a talk

[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.