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Post by Shade on Feb 6, 2016 15:46:12 GMT -4
(21:50:02 )
.Baron of the Wastelands.
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
[ Around or In the Voltai Mountain Range Central]
says to ALL: I had left the market early, I was walking with Feral, and he was being a literal pain in my ass today. Or it could be saddle sores, either way it was still painful. I had a long enough tether; I tied the reins to a hook upon my belt. My right hand rested upon the pommel of my gladius of twenty inches, my helms was upon my saddle, my buckler too but close enough to grab either if some strange bandit of Ar of course I was referring to their Scarlets/Warriors.
Stopping in my tracks a moment, the tri moon light was dim. I tore off a piece of my cloak cloth. In the saddle I had some lantern oil, I grabbed a stick from the side of the road, wrapping the cloth around the stick, taking the bota out of my saddle, I poured the liquid over the cloth. Taking the flint stones together the spark leaped and landed upon the oil igniting the torch.
Feral jumped and snarled, “If I were going to burn you, I’d kill you first creature.” I muttered.
Memory had laughed from atop the saddle, I looked to her, “no words out of you tonight either.” I continued to walk, a bit bow legged as the sores on my ass were chaffing in my leathers.
(22:08:00 )
.Baron of the Wastelands.
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
[ West of the Voltai Mountain Range Around or Near the Cities of Ar and Venna ]
says to ALL: Feral had somehow pulled free of my tether, I was running after him, we were headed west is about all I could tell at this point. Running through debris, I tripped and fell, rolling over my torch, smothering out the flame. “Damn you Feral, I think when I catch you I will eat you… you bastard” I bellowed yes I was loud. Name one man that isn’t loud.
I continued to run after Feral, I swear if I don’t’ eat him, I’m selling him to the mamba tribes they can eat him alive, I heard they like their meat alive. Shuddering at the thought of that.
Well maybe I’m not that mean, but I can be. I stopped and listened. I walked making sure I could see where I was headed. I moved around several trails. I finally caught up with Feral, he stopped, as if he was looking towards something or someone. I walked up beside him, I grabbed the reins and smacked him. “No treats for you…” I slowly cantered off in y words, looking towards where he was looking. He had a good sense of tracking things. And sooner or later I would be back in the wastelands.
----Tracking Mysterious Free Woman----
(22:15:47 )
·Adagio Verdanthe·
Vintner of Venna
[ West of the Voltai Mountain Range Around or Near the Cities of Ar and Venna ]
says to ALL: By some small miracle, she managed to make it not only to the cart and retrieve Harold's old draft tharlarion, she managed to make it out of the main gates of the city. They knew Adagio as the local vintner that supplied most of the businesses there and they knew she was a bit of an eccentric that lived on the other side of the city, just beyond the city walls. So it wasn't so strange to see her leaving that time of night, alone. No questions asked and more than likely, it would make for more gossip fodder by morning. She could see it now...they'd spin some twisted story about her going to visit her secret lover...or that perhaps she worked part time at the Seventh Order brothel. It was no secret that she and its proprietor, Capronicus were good friends. But...it didn't matter right now and she didn't care.
She sat atop the cart which was now moving slowly down the road encrusted with snow, ice and dirt. The warm sun melted some of the snow earlier that day, but by the time the sun fell behind the horizon, the temperature dropped and the melted water had quickly turned into ice. If she had been thinking straight, she would have taken a room at the local inn. However, since she had returned home, back to Venna, she spent every night in her own house, in her own, messy bed. And that was the plan for tonight. Yes, it was cold, yes her toes were aching. And yes...she was drunk, her hair a mess and she had broken the heel on one of her very expensive and very impractical shoes. But she was less than a psang away from home and hopefully the cold, winter air would clear her mind.
(22:24:56 )
.Baron of the Wastelands.
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
[ West of the Voltai Mountain Range Around or Near the Cities of Ar and Venna ]
says to ·Adagio Verdanthe· Vintn: I looked to Feral; we were on a pathway, not the debris laden paths I was used too. I unhooked my shield and tied it off as I pulled myself up onto the saddle; I looked over to Memory that was sitting there in silence. She was lucky, she was a figment of my imagination or I’d be mad that she spooked Feral, well that was my excuse, I edged Feral on with my foot, we would make it slowly along the trail, for some reason Feral had stopped here, and I was planning to investigate the reason why we came all the way up here. I didn’t like coming anywhere’ near Ar, the city that brandished me an Outlaw, now I have come to terms with becoming an Outlaw, I enjoyed the freedoms I now had. It was odd how constricting the Caste of Warriors actually was. I was shocked I wasn’t thrown out sooner then I actually was.
Reaching up, I lifted up the fur lined hood, the warmth of the fur cushioning around my features. I paused, listening to the area. I wanted to hear, what was around me, wild area, or even others traveling. I slowly sucked in a breath, I was coming down the path, slowly out of sight, I eluded going near the gates, it was a ihn there when I did notice a late traveler. This wasn’t something odd it as normal for travelers to go out at night. I reached into the side pouch of my saddle, I did in fact have a spyglass, something that allowed me to see the range, I withdrew the glass extending it, I looked through the glass, what I could tell from the distance, it was a woman on a young Tharlarion. Now this was new to him. It wasn’t odd to see a woman out traveling but alone that was something new, normally guards would be seen going with women when traveling the roads at night.
I kept my distance for now, but I would follow, perhaps this woman was going to have some wild adventure that I could steal her from, and make her massage my ass sores, or even suckle my toes from all the toe jelly that haven’t seen water in months, the thought made me smile, as we followed at a distances.
(22:36:24 )
·Adagio Verdanthe·
Vintner of Venna
[ West of the Voltai Mountain Range Around or Near the Cities of Ar and Venna ]
says to .Baron of the Wastelands: She wasn't aware that she was being followed, and in truth, the thought never really did occur to her that traveling this road alone at night was unsafe. She had traveled this way too many times to count and she never ran into any trouble whatsoever. Most people around Venna and the outlying areas knew her as the local vintner. Strange, eccentric--reputation shot to hell and back due to her stint as a slave a while back...but she made good wine. So, they tolerated her presence and she tolerated theirs.
As you followed her, you would see her turn off onto a more narrow road and it led to her villa just outside of the city. There were torches that her groundskeeper, Harold lit so that she could see her way up the path towards her house when she returned. It wasn't long before she dismounted the cart pulled by the broad tharlarion, old Harold waiting by the front of the house, holding a large key ring and a rope draped over his shoulder to see to the animal and the cart. "I hope you weren't waiting up for me old man? Magda will have my hide if she knew you were working when you're supposed to be resting that arm of yours. I just made peace with her." Adagio pulled the hood down from her head, her cheeks slightly pink from the cold air. "Well, what Magda doesn't know won't hurt her. You get inside, and I'll take the beast to the stables. Goodnight, m'lady." And without another word, the old man was off, already heading around the back of the large villa to do as he said he would. He had to have noticed the Adagio wasn't sober. But, he said nothing. There was that look in his eye though...vaguely disapproving...but mostly disappointed. He rooted for her quietly, to get her shit together--and usually, she did. But then, there were nights like tonight where...everything was set back. It didn't matter now, though. She decided she would explain everything to him tomorrow.
(22:43:49 )
.Baron of the Wastelands.
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
[ West of the Voltai Mountain Range Around or Near the Cities of Ar and Venna ]
says to ·Adagio Verdanthe· Vintn: I would have to keep a safe distance from this woman, I didn’t know who she was, but the only reason I knew she was a woman, was due to the attire seen at a distance, of course my eyes could elude me also at this distance, the spy glass from a builder is good, but not rocket science. The light could have been playing tricks on me, it wouldn’t’ be the first time. I followed the woman, I kept a good distance, far enough back and downwind it wouldn’t alert your own Tharlarion. I found myself coming up a narrow trail after about five or six ehn. I saw from the distance, there was an older man or worker with you there. I kept Feral quiet as best as I could. I watched from a fair distance, I had seen you go into the home. The words were faint, but I could just barely hear, where my earthen superman were hearing when I needed them, that rights I had never been there I was born here. Leading Feral off of the road, I stopped Feral, and dropped down to the ground, tying the beast off.
Hearing the man taking the tharlarion stables, I moved along the lower regions, of the debris, I watched for a few more ehn. I watched the older man move back towards the home. I thought about going inside and kidnapping, killing all within, and enslaving the rest, but I would need to know more. I couldn’t just randomly go into this place and burn the place down. I would wait a little more, I would need to know more information. Especially what this woman looked like… I didn’t need an ugly woman sucking the toe jam out of my toes.
(22:53:46 )
·Adagio Verdanthe·
Vintner of Venna
[ West of the Voltai Mountain Range Around or Near the Cities of Ar and Venna ]
says to .Baron of the Wastelands: The villa was fairly large and most of the rooms were un-used. She didn't like going into certain parts of the house because...they were dark...cold and there were spider webs. She promised herself that one of these days she would let the light in and clean them out--but for the time being, she could find no reason to do so. Her property extended about two and a half acres--and on that property was a small cottage that belonged to the groundskeeper, Harold and his companion Magda. Once he returned from putting the animal in the stable, he did indeed stop by the house to make sure that she was alright. But Adagio wasn't in the mood for difficult conversations tonight. Instead, she handed him a plate of food that Magda left warming on the stove for him and sent him home with it, along with a bottle of the plum wine he's been partial to. She stood against the frame of the door with her arms crossed at her waist, watching as Harold trudged across the snowy field towards his own little house he shared with his woman.
Presently, you were still undetected. She had no reason to worry or even contemplate that you were following her. Somehow, during her time here, there was a certain security that she felt being here. Perhaps it was knowing that the garrison soldiers of Venna patrolled the roads fairly regularly--although, she did not see them tonight when she was on her way home. Once she was certain that Harold made it home, she stepped into the house and closed the door behind her "i'm home!" She called out, upstairs where Phaedra was either up reading, or asleep. "How was the dinner!" her friend shouted back down. Adagio was unbuttoning her blouse in the den, and chuckled at the question. "You do don't want to know! Go back to sleep, I'll tell you in the morning." Adagio had no intention of risking climbing the stairs tonight, and instead--she'd make herself comfortable in the den. Her shoes were removed and drying by the fire...and she was home. And in her head, she was perfectly safe from the world.
(23:03:15 )
.Baron of the Wastelands.
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
[ West of the Voltai Mountain Range Around or Near the Cities of Ar and Venna ]
says to ·Adagio Verdanthe· Vintn: Shade had watched through the spy glass, he watched her, he couldn’t tell what she was saying, but she was a stunning creature. He was sure memory was saying something, but he had blocked her out of thought. He watched the woman dismiss the man, he went through the deep snow, and made his way onto a pathway, away from the large home. Looking down the road, I was sure patrols would be coming but I could not hear any near, or even coming along the road. I looked to Feral, I put my head to his. I walked out from behind the bushes, making my way to the property. I looked around; making sure the woman had no other guards. I kept the gladius close, as well, as another short blade, hidden in my sleeve.
I wanted to hide my footfalls; reason being more than normal would alert guards patrolling to my own presence. Which was something I didn’t need to happen just yet.. I continued my way onto the property. I could hear the woman speaking inside. Seeing her move her way into another room. I watched from one of the windows, though they were steaming up. I moved to the door, testing it, it wasn’t locked, I pushed the door open and closed it softly behind me, perhaps the cold rush of air the woman would assume a window was left open. I pulled the dagger free holding it in my right hand with a forward grip.
I stepped in scissor style steps, left over right, walking on the balls of my feet, I wasn’t used to warmth like this, but I would soon be getting used too. I listened to the words being spoken, a predatorily grin across my lips.
(23:13:04 )
·Adagio Verdanthe·
Vintner of Venna
[ West of the Voltai Mountain Range Around or Near the Cities of Ar and Venna ]
says to .Baron of the Wastelands: It wasn't one thing that made her suddenly feel uneasy--at least nothing concrete. But, by the time you had managed to get into her home she was standing in the large kitchen, wrapping up left over food and putting it away for tomorrow. The only thing she left out for herself, was the half of ramberry pie that Phaedra no doubt saved for her. Adagio felt a cool breeze pass against the contours of her face and even ruffle her hair slightly. You were right, she did assume that a window had been left open--but also, there was something else. It was just the vaguest sense of unease that moved carefully down her spine. She had been cutting herself a slice of pie when she felt the cpld air. There had been no other sound, save for the fire crackling in the fireplace in her den. No movement of Phaedra upstairs, which meant that her friend was asleep. And although she didn't hear anything---she felt...something.
Carefully she set the knife down on the countertop, but not letting go of it just yet. She idly wondered if she remembered to lock the front door. Most times, admittedly, she did not. Harold usually did when he left for the night with Magda. But their daily routine had been upset when she went into Venna for dinner with Decatur. So now that she thought about it, she was certain that she did not lock that door. "Is someone there?" She called out. Adagio hated how small her voice sounded--especially when she prided herself on being fierce, bold and as Magda claimed, ill-tempered and rude. Right now, there was a hint of fear in her voice. Her slender fingers curled around the hilt of the cutting knife, but she did not move from her spot, hoping beyond anything that...it was her wine-soaked brain imagining things.
(23:21:39 )
.Baron of the Wastelands.
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
[ West of the Voltai Mountain Range Around or Near the Cities of Ar and Venna ]
says to ·Adagio Verdanthe· Vintn: Having soft soled boots, it was a good deal I had gotten from a thief in Kar, they said they would come in use. They were right, when I heard you call out. I liked that fear I heard in your voice. I took in a slow breath, I looked around the area I was in, and making sure no one was coming up behind me. I thought about leaving, and leaving the door open to put a hint of more fear into your unnerved self. But then again, what other chance would I get; I’m sure there would be more chances. I didn’t respond to your words calling out. I moved around into what looked like a large living area, a large cabinet I put my back between the V of the cabinet and the wall. I watched, I wanted you to come out and seek where that cold air came from; I stood five foot eleven inches, just shy of two hundred pounds. I wore leathers of a Scarlet but the outer clothing of an Outlaw.
Turning the blade in my hand, resting the black beneath my forearm not to allow the firelights kiss to move across the blade. I had binding fibers with me, and I was sure you would look good naked in the snow, a smile curled upon my lips. I wanted to see now when you would come out, either to the left of me in the den near your fire. Or to the front door to where the cold draft had eluded the darkness from, either way I had the vantage points of capturing you with little effort I would think. At times I did over think a lot of things, but I watched closely.
(23:36:09 )
·Adagio Verdanthe·
Vintner of Venna
[ West of the Voltai Mountain Range Around or Near the Cities of Ar and Venna ]
says to .Baron of the Wastelands: Never before did the silence seem as ominous as it did at that very moment. What made things worse, was that poor Phaedra was upstairs asleep with no idea what was happening. She could have screamed--even though she wasn't sure that there was anything to scream about. And if there was, she was going to put her very best friend in danger as well. Perhaps she should have allowed Decatur to take her home. Retrospect, however, was pointless right now. Someone was here. She was certain of it. Or, she drank entirely too much and she was paranoid. Either way, she held onto the knife as if it offered salvation.
Adagio was barefoot, and her blouse mostly undone. It was only she and Phaedra that lived here in this place and when night came and they were in for the night, propriety went out the door--and it was only maintained during the day because she wasn't a complete fool. But during the evenings, she got comfortable--though, right now, she wished that she had not. Adagio moved quietly out of the kitchen, and the floor seemed to tilt towards her. She had to put her hand on the wall to keep her balance. The floorboards creaked slightly under her weight as she headed towards the den. The door of the den was open, but she didn't step through immediately. Instead, she held up her knife, poised for action if need be. Her breathing was heavy and ragged. She could feel her heart fluttering against the inside of her rib cage...slamming against it actually. And she was absolutely sick to her stomach with fear now.
(23:44:46 )
.Baron of the Wastelands.
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
[ West of the Voltai Mountain Range Around or Near the Cities of Ar and Venna ]
says to ·Adagio Verdanthe· Vintn: My eyes were closed for several ehn, if I hadn’t had any paga today, I’d of possibly fell asleep here, I heard the creak in the floorboards, you had to love temwood beams they were the end of all things when it came to cold nights, and warm fires and then the barefoot that would encompass them. The shadow of the woman slightly seen in the open doorway, the slight breathing heard no more than maybe a few feet away, I slowly slide forward, low and out of sight. I moved now towards the door, I kept my feet shuffling lightly, I made it too the kitchen, and then I saw the woman in the doorway.
I approached the woman from behind, I wore enough clothing if that kitchen knife were to come back towards me, it would do damage yes, I wasn’t invincible, but I would still have enough strength to fend the attack off if it came to that, all I would really have to do is yell boo, and she’d more or less drop the knife and run.
But instead of fearing her out of her skin and straight into the city of dust, I got within two feet of her rear, moving my own blade forward and towards her right side, I tapped her side, “Put the knife down, you might live through this ordeal.” I was calm in my voice, I didn’t come out and boom it, I was reading my attack if need be.
(23:54:38 )
·Adagio Verdanthe·
Vintner of Venna
[ West of the Voltai Mountain Range Around or Near the Cities of Ar and Venna ]
says to .Baron of the Wastelands: Good news and bad news: the good news being that she wasn't just drunk and hallucinating that someone was in her house--bad news: she wasn't just drunk and hallucinating that someone was in her house. You were definitely there. Even before she actually heard your voice coming from behind her, she knew that someone was there. It was the subtle shifting of the air, an unfamiliar scent...it was everything. She could feel you. It was almost in the way that one's eyes could be closed tight and still be able to sense someone walking past them without seeing or hearing them. That was the feeling she had at that very moment. With her free hand, she gripped the front of her blouse closed and still held the knife, though the palm of her hand was beginning to sweat and holding the knife became a bit tricky.
She had not been aware that you were behind her just yet, or that you had even been in that particular room. All she knew was that her space had been violated. Her toes flexed on the floorboards and her limbs felt stiff. After all the wine she had drunk tonight at that impromptu party, she was suddenly very sober. Adagio ran her tongue over her lower lip and began to take a step forward, when she suddenly felt something tap her lightly. Before she could even react to the tap, your voice, though quiet, assaulted her ears. She turned around quickly, instinctively, the knife still poised in her hand. She absolutely did not drop it, but instead, gripped it tighter. "If YOU leave my house, you might live through this ordeal." She heard herself counter back. Of course, she didn't feel as brave as she sounded. But she didn't scream either. The last thing she wanted to do was wake Phaedra.
(00:00:25 )
.Baron of the Wastelands.
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
[ West of the Voltai Mountain Range Around or Near the Cities of Ar and Venna ]
says to ·Adagio Verdanthe· Vintn: Just as you spoke, my left hand came up in a vicious low right to high left backhand, my fingers coming out and possibly against your jawline, in an attempt to send your head sailing back with such words. “Brazen woman you would be speaking to a man in such ways.” I muttered, I blamed Feral for his nosey nose, I watched you bring that knife forward, my blade coming in front, slicing off one of your buttons on your blouse.
I wanted to make sure no alarming sounds were emitted, if there were guards upstairs, nor the man that went behind the main house. “If you want the people in your home to live, and the nice man behind your home to live, you’ll drop to your knees, and submit to me” I said in a firm tone, I was brazen too, I was and outlaw after all.
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
PRIVATELY whispers to ·Adagio Verdanthe· Vintn: Oops lol
(00:10:25 )
·Adagio Verdanthe·
Vintner of Venna
[ West of the Voltai Mountain Range Around or Near the Cities of Ar and Venna ]
says to .Baron of the Wastelands: The slap had caught her unawares and nearly caused her to lose her balance. However, she maintained it by reaching out and gripping the wall. However, she also managed to lose her grip on the knife, and it fell to the floor with a clatter. Luckily, the sound didn't wake Phaedra. The knife you welded came so close to her that she thought you would have ended up knicking her skin instead of just popping one of her buttons loose.
The threat to her friends had given her a pause. Just who in the hell were you? And how long had you been watching this place, she wondered, to know who lived here? Had you been aware of the people here the entire time? It was questions that she really had no desire to hear the answers to, so she left them unspoken. Your command for her to submit was met with a blank stare from her. It was the worst possible outcome, aside from death itself. She had spent time as a slave before -- by force. And it seemed that history was repeating itself. Either this was a nightmare, or karma really had it in for her. "Are you insane?!" She said, struggling to keep her voice steady. It wasn't that she didn't think you weren't capable of hurting the people that she loved--it was the fact that you were standing here right now, in her home demanding this of her. "If you leave right now, I swear, I won't say that I ever saw you. I won't scream and call the guards. You can leave...and no one would be the wiser. Perhaps it is money that you need? Or food... or...or anything. I have those things. And you can have them...if you leave. Now."
(00:18:48 )
.Baron of the Wastelands.
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
[ West of the Voltai Mountain Range Around or Near the Cities of Ar and Venna ]
says to ·Adagio Verdanthe· Vintn: Seeing the knife fall, and you gather your balance, my left hand fished forward, taking hold of your hair, I twisted the tendrils in my grip, your words were slipping form your lips. “Insane, that is debatable” I smirked, I pulled you down, as my right foot came up and hit you behind the knees Helping you go to the kneeling position. I looked to Memory, you wouldn’t see anyone there, “Memory, fetch Feral, ready him for a ride to the Wastelands” I muttered looking back to you. Then you would notice perhaps Shade was insane, literally.
I leaned in and took in your scent, “Someone has been into the wine tonight I see, that’s where you are getting your brazen unwieldiness” I chuckled.”Me leave now, no no , can’t do that Lady of Venna. I am going to enslave you, ravish you, make you beg to be taken time and time again, and you’ll know freedom soon at my will, no others.” You could tell I was sincere in my tones.
“ I am the Baron of the Wastelands, your coin will soon be mine anyways. This home, will become refuge to the Outlaws of the Barrens. “ I laughed loudly, “This can be easy, or hard it matters not to me.”
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
PRIVATELY whispers to ·Adagio Verdanthe· Vintn: I accepted you..
(00:32:54 )
·Adagio Verdanthe·
Vintner of Venna
[ West of the Voltai Mountain Range Around or Near the Cities of Ar and Venna ]
says to .Baron of the Wastelands: The air felt...thin. She was going to faint---she was going to pass out and faint and maybe when she woke up, it would be all over. Magda would see her here in the morning and scold her for drinking too much--and making a complete mess of her life. And this would be a dream. But, something told her that it wasn't. Especially when you began to speak to someone that absolutely was not there!! "There's no one there! Who are you even talking to right now?!" The panic in her voice as real--as if the fact you had literally just forced her to her knees as less terrifying than the fact that you really were insane.
You said something about wine, and for a moment, she had no idea what you were talking about. And then she remembered all the wine she had drank back at Decatur's impromptu dinner party back in the city. That's what brought all this about. If she would have never gone...well, she didn't know that for certain. All she could think about now was her verr, and Phaedra...of Magda and Harold, her kailla... her business...the home she tried so desperately to build. "Please...please I am begging you! Don't do this! This is my life...all of it. " She didn't imagine it would make any difference to you whatsoever. You spoke to people that weren't there. Begging and pleading for you to go back to whatever rock you crawled from under didn't seem as if it would have any effect. If Phaedra wasn't upstairs sleeping...she would have screamed. But in the off chance you would hurt or kill her friend...well...it wasn't a chance she was willing to take.
(00:41:12 )
.Baron of the Wastelands.
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
[ West of the Voltai Mountain Range Around or Near the Cities of Ar and Venna ]
says to ·Adagio Verdanthe· Vintn: You were putting up a good defense, more then a lot would of. This made him curious, but when you questioned on whom he was speaking with, “I was talking to memory, “ he smiled, of course some knew he was completely sane. I looked to you, I crouched down so that you could look me in the eyes. I looked into your soul. Well your eyes, I took in a deep breath, your scent was intoxicating.
“Beg all you want to. IT will do you no good.” I said.
Walking behind you, I reached around and took a small collar from my belt, it was made with fiber, leather and metal. I wrapped it around your throat, and then locking the lock. You would hear the final clicks the tumblers falling into place, and sealing your fate. I kicked the knife away from your reach.
“ I don’t know your name, but I’m sure I can take care of that by calling you Anathame, some may call you cursed but now that your owned by the mad baron, some may say your doomed.” I laughed loudly, I reached for your blouse, and sliced my knife over the material it melted over the blade like a hot knife through butter.
Configure to:
Anathame
Property of Shade
Travel to the barrens
21:24:59 )
.Baron of the Wastelands.
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
[ Around or In the Voltai Mountain Range Central]
says to ALL: Shoveling some snow onto the fire, the steam was rising; we would be in the barrens by morning break. I took in a full breath, I rolled up some of the larl pelts except those that Anathame was using, and she would need to do up the rest of those.
I walked into the bush, I used the small axe I had on my saddle, I cut down several timbers, about three horts in circumference. I cut down two small temwoods. Leaving their folage upon them, I used small binding fibers to tie off, and use the webbing of the branches to make a netting of sorts to carry some things upon; I took the two other ends and tied them to the end of Ferals saddle.
I kicked some snow towards Anathame, hoping she would wake up soon. .
I tied everything off on the saddle; Memory was resting on the netting. I knew she would get along with Anathame, or was it that I could only see Memory. Cisorus, and Caspius would be welcoming us home soon enough I thought.
I lifted my back up, tying it off onto the folage branches, securing to the timbers I didn’t want to lose my haul, nor anything else for that matter, I would have Anathame riding up on the saddle with me, I didn’t want her to have the chance to run if she were to gather the nerve. Attached to my saddle was that of a small horn bow with a quiver of ten arrows fleeted with tarn feathers, and bone tips.
I saw that Anathame was still resting. I laid out a pelt on the front above the saddle of the Tharlarion, I walked over to where she slept, I hoisted her up onto my shoulder, and brought her over to Feral, I stepped up on the stirrup, laying her over head to the left, feet to the right, I folded the pelt over her and tied her to the saddle.
Keeping everything moving, I really should of stolen a wagon, cart or even another riding animal from the stables at the Vinters stables, but I didn’t want to raise any alarms. I looked around again, I stepped up into the stirrups, pulling myself up, I held onto the reins, slowly moving Feral forward. I knew it was a lot of weight, but I was hoping to at least make it to the path that would take us near the Southern Kaiila River.
(21:42:09 )
.Baron of the Wastelands.
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
[ Around or In the Voltai Mountain Range Central]
says to ALL: We were coming through the Rim area of the Voltai, a lot of steep cliffs, I had to be careful, I would make a loud booming call to my voice, echoing it off of the shale face of some of the cliffs, the echos would tell me how close I was coming to the edge, but I let Feral take a lot of that responsibility, as Tharlarions weren’t creatures that tended to commit suicide or the like, Feral had a good sence of direction, I knew Anathame was sound to sleep, due to this was a bumpy ride and she hadn’t moved at all, and only seeing the ground if she were to awake she wouldn’t’ know the directions out of the barrens once we got to the outer perimeter, we had at least two or three hundred pasangs of travel to go through, being that we would be home to where the North, and South Kaiila Rivers meet and become one.
I leaned forward and rested myself against Anathame, keeping low, I didn’t need outlaws to think we were open game. We would travel through the night, to another of the grottos.
Day Two -
(17:37:02 )
.Baron of the Wastelands.
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
[ On/by the South Kaiila River]
says to ALL: It had been a very long day thus far, I looked for Anathame, I had thought about leaving her here, and going to the market, but then that would open her up to escape, that is something I did not want to happen. I took out a smaller pack, emptying it onto the ground it only had pieces of fabric, from a medical kit into it. I filled it full of water from the river. I moved around Feral, hooking it onto several temwood branches, it was much more dense here with the underbrush and less effects of the snow, as we were getting closer to the sea. Using the pack allowed Feral to get a drink. He had fed two days before, so I knew within another day he would need a good meal.
I looked towards Anathame, I reached up from the saddle, untying her, I brought it down onto the ground, laying her near the fire about a pace away. Enough if she were cold she could get warm. Upon the coals, was a pan full of suls and fillets of bosk steak; frying up in the butter with spices, I began to hum a small tune.
I had something to do today, that was to finish making the kurt. It was a single tailed whip of woven leather. I tied one end of the leather strands to a small piece of wood. I held it at the base between my feet as I began to braid the leather strands.
(18:02:51 )
.Baron of the Wastelands.
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
[ On/by the South Kaiila River]
says to ALL: Folding the strands of leather, they were a tri mixture of bosk, larl, and sleen; each of the textures were unique, and would lay a very recognizable mark temporally upon the flesh. This was the second whip I have only ever made, I make a new whip per slave, I do this for a few simple reaons, one old skin and blood doesn’t get mixed upon another girl, and I bury the whips or gift them with the slave if I choose to sell them. I looked towards Memory, “you know you still have yours” I laughed folding the leather wedges. Each was precise, and carefully cured, tanned, and softened. Its not like this is always done. I Anathame’s branding iron would be created soon. I never truly sought out the kef, nor the dina. I used a personal brand, it was the letter of my first name, and then a sword, vertically down through the S, it was a design I drew up as a child, and liked it. It was something that I would recognize.
Near to where I was sitting, was a small horn bow, with a open quiver of ten arrows fleeted with tarn flight feathers, for straight shooting, with a bone arrowhead tip, from that of a larl that died in battle, so the soul of the creature guided it to the targeted animal be it human or beast. We all needed to feed, and hunting is how we proceeded with such endeavours.
I looked over towards Anathame, she was still sleeping or ignoring me, I knew she was still hurt over her current situation. But I did what came natural too me at this point in time. I hunted and took what I wanted. And you were one of the desires I had, so I acquired such delicacies. I enjoyed rare creatures, some thought I was rare or was it insane either or it did not matter for life takes us on this road where it leads us forward. I could hear the rush of the river to the right of me and to the right of the fire. The sky was clear, I could see the Tri Moons, the Prison Moon always prominent.
(18:18:53 )
.Baron of the Wastelands.
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
[ On/by the South Kaiila River]
says to ALL: I had a handle already made, it was ornate, originally for a sword handle for Caspius, but he’ll just have to wait now, since I’ll be utilizing it with the acquirement of Anathame. I took in a breath, I laid the leather across my lap, with a fork I turnd over the bosk fillets, as well as the suls. Something that if I were to ever get tired of, I would be screwed, I laughed a moment there at the thought.
Sitting back, I finished the braiding of the leather, it was about four feet in length, the strands at the end I would need to tie off, upon the new handle, I wrapped the first through the hook, and then the second, and then the third strand of leather; each strand forming and incisive locking sequence. I wanted this craft to be tight, and form an everlasting bond.
Slowly I stood up, I took the ending piece that was tied to a small piece of wood, I burnt it free with the embers of the camp fire, I pinched my fingers around the end so they would seal together, I swished it around and around like that of a lasso, reaching back with my right hand, and sending it forward with a loud CRACK! Echoing as it jolted Feral, he growled and began to buck left and right. “Calm down Feral, the whip won’t be used on you it’s for the use on Anathame” I bellowed.
It was a good solid sound. I looked to Anathame she was a sound sleeper, I moved closer to her, watching her chest rise in and out, she was still sleeping which was good. She was still alive.
(21:21:55 )
.Baron of the Wastelands.
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
[ On/by the South Kaiila River]
says to ALL: I thought to strip Anathame, and burn all of her new cloths well they were mine, shaking the loose thought from my mind, “No I don’t want to do that, those are mine.” I said out loud.
I looked around a little more, thinking I will need to get her, her own clothing, also her slave wine, and full physical.
I watched her sleep, at times I thought she was dead, she was a sound sleeper.
Positioning us behind another set of stones, in a semi-circle, that faced the river. The fire pit not too far from either of us, and Feral was out patrolling the area for food of his own, and the odd stranger he may want to stomp onto.
I had several small stones in my left hand, with my right I started to toss them forward, plop sounds the odd splash could be heard as the stones hit the water as I threw them in front of me. Having a small stone in my hand, smaller than the rest, I tossed it towards Anathame, as it hit just beside her head, made an oops like look upon my face, “phew, it didn’t hit her nor did it wake her” I laughed, I looked back towards the water.
Crossing my feet in front of me, I opened up the small pack beside us, I looked for the roll of rence paper, I opened it, unraveling it, I laid several medium size stones upon the paper. I made a mark on the paper where we were yesterday, and the amount of travel that we have done already. I looked over, and measured; “Well we should be here” I looked further up the map, “We should be at the split of the rivers by daybreak.” I said outloud to myself, and to the sleeping Anathame.
“The Kaiila rivers, were vicious “ yes I had a bad habit of taking to myself, it was only worse if I were to answer myself. Taking in a shallow breath, pausing, I looked seeing the mark Caspius put on the map, it was an x and above the x was a small circle, to him it meant pirates, and that’s what I understood it too be. Thassa Pirates, and River Pirates were a different breed altogether, as long as we stayed out of the way of the Pirate only known as Myst, we would be safe, Myst was a tyrant of a man, his father was a Black Slaver from Schendi, his mother was a Mamba from the Schendi Jungles. He looked in resemblance of Earths depiction of Black Beard. A man not easily fooled or messed with. It was why many avoided him. I knew he liked this river, but I had hoped he would be upon the North Kaiila River.
Looking over to Anathame, “psst Anathame, wake up you sleep the day and night away.” Takes a smaller pebble tossing it at you as it bounces off your cheek, making another wincing look on my face, yet you still did not move. Your new whip was coiled up and placed to the left of where I was sitting.
(21:48:18 )
.Baron of the Wastelands.
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
[ On/by the South Kaiila River]
says to ·A n a t h a m e· |Prope: I reached forward, grabbing the fork off of the stone, I reached in, stabbing the piece of bosk steak using the small knife there, I cut the meat away, and rocked back so that I could sit against the rock, I cupped my now free hand as I relinquished the knife below, I bit into the piece of meat, my teeth went through the meat the piece falling into my mouth, even though it was hot. I made a hot hot look on my face, eating the meat slowly but quickly, pausing as I swallowed. Opening the bota there I bit into it with my teeth, pulling it free ans dumping some cold water into my mouth. Blowing air through my lips as the spices were very hot.
Resting my head, against the rock I leaned against, pushing another piece of meat into my mouth. Savoring the juices, when they flooded my mouth.
A breath, of scented talender was in the air that could mean a number of things, but I was in a secluded area, where no one could find me unless they knew the area. Anathame was sound to sleep, I should possibly wake her but she looks so peaceful.
Of course she had been such an ordeal in the past few days, it wouldn’t be surprising if her temper was still coiled and ready to strike at a moment’s notice. I chuckled really, as it was a good day, we did a lot of traveling, a day and half of traveling to reach this position.
I thought a moment there, as I spoke out loud, if she heard me I’m sure she would speak, “Maybe I need to throw river water on her to wake her up. “
(21:54:09 )
·A n a t h a m e·
|Property of Shade|
[ On/by the South Kaiila River]
says to .Baron of the Wastelands: Oh, but she was awake. In truth, she had been for a while--listening, watching you. You were her owner--right now. But mostly, you were an enemy. Sleep had long since eluded her and all she could think about was ways to get away from you...and get back home. Somehow. Slowly, she moved her lithe body into a sleeping position, a little sore from the way she had lain down. It was cold--even with the clothes she wore, she was still...cold. Still uncomfortable--but mostly, the young woman was angry.
She lifted her head to look at you, pushing the tangled hair from her face, her dark gray eyes sparking with renewed anger she regarded you while you ate. Her stomach growled violently and she realized that she had not eaten in nearly two days. You offered it, of course. But in her mind, she would rather die the slow, painful death of starvation that to take anything willingly from you. But sleep had changed it--sleep, and plotting your demise. There was no way that she could escape from you when she had no strength, and right now, her body was weak. "No need for the theatrics. I'm awake." Adagio said, her voice hoarse from thirst. The young woman rose to her feet, stretching her arms above her with her back pressed against the face of the rock wall. "I had hoped you swallowed and choked on your own tongue. No such luck I see."
(22:01:32 )
.Baron of the Wastelands.
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
[ On/by the South Kaiila River]
says to ·A n a t h a m e· |Prope: Watching you stretch and sit up slowly against one of the other rock faces there. I laughed hearing your words, you malcontent was so refreshing, what more could a free man ask for. “You may not want to eat what is offered, you have three options, the steak and suls, again. Or the gruel when we get to camp, or starve while your insides devour what little fat your body contains forcing to eat away at what energy you do have left” I muttered, I rested my head upon the adjacent rock, I sucked in a sweet breath of air. The river scents were amazing this time of the year.
I pondered, “Though I do have one gift for you, a gift that may well be given too you before we meet the two kaiila’s before they become one.” I said to you.
“Tell me of yourself Anathame? What were you before I captured you?” I looked over slightly through the corner of my eye. I had remembered you saying before you were companioned and also enslaved, I thought a moment. Before you would eat this was to be done I thought, “I want you to strip, here “ I pointed in front of me, “Leave the boots on” motioning to your homemade bindings. “ I want you to display for me”
(22:13:52 )
·A n a t h a m e·
|Property of Shade|
[ On/by the South Kaiila River]
says to .Baron of the Wastelands: You laughed at her insult--just as you always did. It seemed impossible to make you angry, which made her even angrier. Her stomach grumbled and gurgled as she smelled the suls cooking and the fat from the bosk steak still sizzling. Her mouth absolutely watered. She ran her tongue over her lower lip, her eyes softening almost lovingly at the food in her line of sight.
Of course she was going to chose the steak and suls. If there was anything to get her in to tip-top condition to run away from you...then she'd do what she had to do. Adagio began to move towards the fire where the food was, getting ready to help herself to something to eat after days of going without it. At first, she had been too heart sick to think about food. But now, she was simply ravenous. Even though her thick hair was tangled, and her pretty face smudged, she was still a lovely thing to behold. She was a tall woman, voluptuous and well rounded in all the placed a woman should be. But if she went without food much longer, she would lose that pretty softness about her. And she was just vain enough to care.
"I am Adagio Verdanthe...of Venna. and I am a vintner. One of the best."
The words had fell from her lips easily. She had just made it over to the fire where the food was still warming when she heard your request, no...your demand for her to display herself to you. Her expression changed completely. Something in her face darkened--this was definitely no wilting, weeping flower. Her lower lip was captured by her teeth as it sunk against its softness. She was too hungry to be prudish--but she was always calculating. "If I take off my clothes for you and pretend to parade about for you satisfy some sick fantasy that I'll actually enjoy doing this...you'll let me eat? Fine. I'll do it."
(22:22:21 )
.Baron of the Wastelands.
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
[ On/by the South Kaiila River]
says to ·A n a t h a m e· |Prope: I could tell that the food was the start of getting into your head. Would I express that I was winning even without you thinking about it, nope I would let that evil little secret stay hidden for now. The way your mouth watered when you got close enough to take out the suls and eat them up without a second thought. I had never heard your name before, which was odd for him to not hear of someone, especially in his own line of work.
“You were Adagio Verdanteh of Venna, now you are Anathame, property of Shade” I said proudly. “ A Vintner, perhaps I’ll have you work with the paga stills in the Wastelands, not enough berries to make wine there “ I chuckled, I motioned you forward to display. “Well of course if you display, I’ll let you eat. “ I said in a sarcastic tone.
I looked back, and then around the area, I brought my left knee up, curling my arm around it. I lifted the fork I had to my mouth, biting off a piece of the bosk steak, the juices running into my beard, I wiped a little off of my lip, sticking it into my mouth I suckled, upon my own thumb taking the flavor off of my flesh. I waited for your devotion.
(22:41:45 )
·A n a t h a m e·
|Property of Shade|
[ On/by the South Kaiila River]
says to .Baron of the Wastelands: Slavery, as much as she hated it--had not been new to her. In some way or another, she had always been beholden to a man. It was the way of the world. Only back on her farm had she been in complete control of her life and what she did with it--or at least that was what she thought. Pride...at least right now, was not the most important thing. Survival was. And if that meant showing you herself...or at least, showing you the physical part of herself that made her a woman--then so be it. Her reputation had been ruined eons ago, this was nothing to her. All she wanted--was to get back home. By any means necessary.
For a long moment, she stood there, staring at you, quietly trying to bank the rage that tempted her to fly towards you in all the anger that she felt. You were a grown man, and while she was not a fragile woman by any stretch of the imagination, she knew that you could snap her neck without trying. "Alright. And in my head...to me...I'm Adagio. And I always will be..." She said before gathering the garment she wore at its hem and tugged it upwards and pulled it over her head in one fell swoop. Her breasts tumbled free easily enough, and in the firelight, her skin was a deep, dusky, olive-hued complexion. There was a small brand right above her navel that she had received from the last man who owned her. Just a simple 'T'. It could have stood for anything or anyone. But it was there to stay. Then, she bent down to remove the short leggins around her legs and thighs, stepping out of them without removing the make-shift boots she wore around her feet. The ai was cold on her skin--uncomfortably so. Her nipples, as dusky as her skin, hardened painfully in the winter air--even the fire couldn't stave off the chill. But the scent of the steak and suls kept her going. And it was not as if she had never debased herself for a man before--just to eat. This was worse though--at least then, she still had her freedom.There was much you did not know about the strange woman you decided to kidnap.
She then straightened her spine and crossed her now bare arms behind her back and her smooth thighs parted just enough. Adagio lowered her head...not only because it was what she was supposed to do...but mostly so you could not see the fury in her eyes. It would give everything away, and she promised herself that...she would win your trust and she would betray you. Make you think that she was warming up to you. Unfortunately, she was the angriest, most anti-social woman known to man. But she was pretty, and she had the sort of shape that could take a man hurting her. As if she were built for pleasure, and for someone strong. She was a hard woman to break with her large, proud breasts, thick thighs and rounded hips. She wasn't a tiny, petite thing a man could toss around as if she were a child. Adagio was a woman through and through...and probably more than you could handle.
(22:56:18 )
.Baron of the Wastelands.
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
[ On/by the South Kaiila River]
says to ·A n a t h a m e· |Prope: I didn’t have to see your eyes to see the fury within them. I watched your movements; I stood there now as I raised to my feet. I watched you carefully your movements. The way your thighs parted just enough, I reached up and scratched my head a moment. Had I wished my mother was a slaver, I would know this wasn’t an actually display but something a bit different. I was once a Warrior, and now and outlaw, but I wasn’t specific in my words enough.
I noted the brand that you did have just above your navel, I thought a moment I had seen a brand removed before, by tearing or filleting the flesh, removing it and then cauterizing the area in which left a nasty scar.
I licked my lips, I came forward and around you. I went to the fires, I stabbed the piece of meat that was there, it was the last morsel of tenderness. I moved back towards you I crouched down in front of you my left hand swooping down and cupping your breast within the palm of my hand, the rough pad of my thumb scraping across your hardened nipple, I blew slowly upon the meat so the smell would assault your nostrils. I placed the meat in front of you, “ You may have one bite for now, from this day forward, Adagio is no more, soon as my collar went around your throat, and once it is riveted in place in the wastelands. All you will ever be, is Anathame.” I held the knife there, in front, waiting for you to take a bite not take the knife but take a bite to be fed.
I smiled as I looked I nto your eyes. “You have fire in your words, I know many men that would of torn your tongue out for lashes, but I like myself a brazen woman. But there are limits, none you have reached. “ I said to you. “This mark “ I pointed to the T, I looked to you, “ Who does it belong to?” I asked.
(23:07:06 )
·A n a t h a m e·
|Property of Shade|
[ On/by the South Kaiila River]
says to .Baron of the Wastelands: She didn't want one bite--she wanted ALL of it! And you could tell as much by the way her expression fell "I showed you not one piece of skin, but all of it..." No, it was no point in getting angry. One bite was more than she had a few seconds ago. And as tempting as it was to take that knife and turn it against you, she did not. Instead, ahd leaned forward and took the bit of meat with her teeth and slid it into her mouh. It was, surprisingly good...or was it good becaus she was hungry. It didn't matter though because it wasn't nearly enough. It was like putting a drop of water in the desert and expecting an oasis to appear.
She did not argue with you about her name. There was no point. You saw one thing, and she saw something else entirely. It was taking all her willpower to hold herself together and not lose her hold on her temper or rage and most importantly, her sanity. "His name is Tiberius." Adagio said without emotion. A man of her past...one of many in her past. "May I have some more , please?" She said, completetly focused on eating right now. She didn't want to talk...she wanted to eat until her stomach hurt...
(23:15:39 )
.Baron of the Wastelands.
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
[ On/by the South Kaiila River]
says to ·A n a t h a m e· |Prope: “You showed me all that I own, if I wanted to see little to none, doesn’t meant I have to give into you now does it?” said to you in a statement and also in an questioning manner. This was going to be a work in progress, nothing to be rushed or forced per say, I watched how you took that small bite, I knew you wanted to either devour the meat or in turn use the knife on me or the suls in the pan. I smiled. “You may have more Anathame, “ I said to you, I massaged your breast in my hand, twisting your nipple back and forth between my thumb and index finger.
I handed you the knife, not in trust but in to see what you would actually do with the utensil. IT wasn’t like a dagger or a sleen knife; I was crazy but not insane.
“Finish up the suls as well “ knowing there were two in there, with spices added too them. “you are released from the display position. “ I said to you,
(23:25:26 )
·A n a t h a m e·
|Property of Shade|
[ On/by the South Kaiila River]
says to .Baron of the Wastelands: Tonight was not the night for fighting you or trying to prove that she was stronger than your will. Not tonight. Tomorrow perhaps. But tonight she was hungry and well...there was not much fight in her. Adagio noticed your hand on her breast, cupping it, squeezing it...acclimating your hand to what her skin felt like. Any other day, she would have knocked your hand away, but exhaustion from traveling and hunger made your hand the least threatening thing to her right now.
Suddenly you were holding knife out to her--granted, it was dull...but it could hurt quite a bit of she was crazy enough to try and attack you with it. No. She was angry...not stupid. Her fingers slowly wrapped around the hilt of the knife as you released her from the position, her dark eyes focused on your face for a few moments--trying to decide if you were trying to trick her into letting her guard down. Probably.
"And my clothes? May I put those back on as well. This is...uncomfortable."
(23:34:58 )
.Baron of the Wastelands.
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
[ On/by the South Kaiila River]
says to ·A n a t h a m e· |Prope: I couldn’t tell if it was the fight leaving you at this very ihn, or if it was that you were so hungry, the fight just would not boil to the surface. It could be either or both, one would think at this time. I knew I hadn’t broken you this early in the game, this had been two days in, your fight is still there, that I would work out of you, but it takes more then two days of travel into the underbelly of the road that lead to the barrens. I released your breast for now; I would come more acquainted with your flesh here soon. I liked the way your breasts rose and fell within each of your breaths.
I watched you take the knife from how I offered it too you, you would see also that it was very dull with a sharp point for stabbing steaks or suls with. I heard your question about the clothing, the first thought that came to mind, you suck my cock you can have your cloths back, but for now I let that slide away into my deeper caverns of my mind how twisted it was in there.
“You may have your clothing back for tonight Anathame, I will work on getting you more fitted clothing, to allow your body to breath and beg for attention. Don’t let the food go to waste either. “By this time tomorrow, you will be welcomed home.” Of course what he meant by that was the branding and the initial whipping being done.
Day 3
(23:22:01 )
.Baron of the Wastelands.
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
[ On/by the South Kaiila River]
says to ALL: The winds were a bit colder tonight, worse than they were last night. I wasn’t sure if we should tread on towards the wastelands or not. Or camp out another night in the simplicity of the grotto here where it was secluded and hidden off the beaten trail. I could see that Anathame was sound to sleep. I walked down to the river, gathering a satchel of water, and bringing it up to the fire, I gave it enough of a taunt hold too the satchel. I dipped in one of the pots, to heat the water, to wash the pots with.
Hearing the light breaths coming from Anathame, I smiled, I thought to myself soon the woman would be happy within her servitude, it was a work in progress. Truthfully over the next hand that woman will love me to a point and despise and wish me dead in another sought after point, but all communitive exploits would hold true.
I took the remainder of the water satchel over to where Feral was located, I noticed some fresh scratches on him, “Careful of the stones Feral, they are close nit here, when we get to the open areas you may run again.” I spoke to him as if he could understand me. I had a little feed with me, I dropped it into the water enough to sustain him it was flakes of bosk meat ground up by knife and stone, I run my fingers along his neck, before moving away.
I looked towards Memory, “ You have been quiet for days now Memory? Is something on your mind” I asked of her, she looked towards me, with a pouty lip, “Master you have replaced me, with a prettier version of me, why do you do that Master” I looked to her and laughed, “Memory you forget you are a figment of my imagination, she is not. She is a physical form. Are you jealous?” I inquired, she looked to me, “maybe Master” I laughed.
(23:55:19 )
.Baron of the Wastelands.
SHADE
Wastelands of Gor
[ On/by the South Kaiila River]
says to ALL: Secluded behind several boulders, I knew we were safe here for least a few days if the need were to stay secluded. I looked around, I knew Memory had her kirtle too far hiked up, but I wasn’t worried about Memory for she was just that a memory. I looked around, I took hold of the stretcher that was made to block most of the oncoming winds that would arise from the Ror, I looked at how Anathame was situated. I poised the beams up leaning them near the stones, I positioned all equipment near Anathame’s feet, taking the remaining larl pelts, and laying them over top of her to keep her warm. Was I a shallow man far from it, but was I completely sane nope, far from that aspect as well.
I had the wind breaker up, the fire was fully stocked, food was already cooked from the night before, the bosk was a bit stiff and dry but the juices were there and evident. It made for good jerky, something that could sustain the body over a long period of time, I moved to sit down near to where I had Anathame laying down. I rested my back against the wall, I would wait for the morning to rise before moving towards were the two kaiila’s become one.
I watched how the current of the water moved oddly enough up stream or it looked like it for that matter, I let my eyes focus on the area, I could see some fish leaping through the air similar to the small fish in Cos, it was an amazing Port City, not unlike the City of Ar, where I had once called home, but no more, I spit upon their legions. I thought about going back petitioning for my Caste rights back, but I would not sink to their levels.
Sucking in a deep breath, laying my head against the stone, casting a glance upwards towards the sky, it was a cool night like last, the Tri moons were full and in focus, where I could see the outer shine of the Prison Moon bringing the two adjacent moons also into focus, they were truly beautiful and unrelenting. The stars seem to shine just as bright as the Prison, but still the rays that leap off and land upon us mere goreans was unyielding.
I reached over Anathame, I grabbed my pack, pulling it close to me, I opened the top flap, where I pulled out the rolled up piece of rence paper, I uncoiled it in front of where I was sitting, and looked to the map, I made a mark upon it where we were at last night, but I needed to still gather the distance, meet up with the twins, and then get to where the two kaiila’s become one. It was less than a half a pasang to the Wasteland Encampment; there we would divvy up our finds, of either earned coin and also acquired coin. I smiled to think that Anathame may end up hating me even more once we get home. But I was sure the whipping and branding will have something to do with that also.
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