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Author: Craven & Nitasha |
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Date Posted: 21:17:03 06/05/05 Sun In reply to: Baylina 's message, ".Bleed." on 17:59:30 06/05/05 Sun glance lifting to roam over the garden in awe even as much as she saw it Nitasha stands silent out of the way but within calling distance. pools taking in the feas reaction not quite the reaction that most had to the magnificent surrounding. she puzzling this even as she turns her glance to the tiger now standing watching them. its whipcord lashing slowly with its disinterest, humans a common sight for him. a yawn given crania lowering to snuff at the ground about him idly. bored chained in place from long hours as one would figure he would be. a wild animal not meant for displaying only. a sad look of understanding given the beast before her attention was pulled away by her lady's words. pools widening slightly she not wanting to see the King.. and without a set appointment. a shiver sliding along her back beneath thin clothing as she nods slowly. * as you wish my lady..* slipping back into old training with her nervousness. pools swiftly turned down and her posture retreating back to the trembling slave of before. tongue swiftly sliding over her lips as she turns slowly to head across the Gardens. the ones she had brought the woman to being his own personal gardens for him and his guests. the torch that had been in her hands left as she had ventured out in the light. steps silent bare feet muffling her foot fall. the ground cold under her feet though she was used to it. hands folded restless before her until she reached the next door pushing it open with difficulty though a stubbornness that kept her going. holding it for the lady. reaching for another torch ignoring the guards on this side as well. her glance nervous upon the banners and wall hangings that told of the wing they were now in. her steps leading them in a well known and often taken path to the kinds throne room. she one of his favorite treasures for display. so young and yet beautiful and well trained, smart as any royal hound really. his systems of measuring worth a bit messed up as we would think of them today but quite expected for his age and time. she not even worth the gold he would pay for one of his prized bitches, though should he breed her he would get some good coinage. pausing before ' the door she breaths a soft hesitating sigh the guards here pulling it open for her with a glare reminding her of her place. a shiver once more running along her spine. the whip marks from the last time sting with phantom pain. pools held so low it was amazing she could see to walk at all. her small frame shrinking into itself as she felt his stare. breath held she drops to her knees before the King, forehead touching the floor. My Lady wishes to speak to you, My King.. words soft and soothing as well as meek and fearful. her stance not shifting as she awaited his words or the blows acrossed her back, not even glancing to the lady to see her actions, fear drying out her mouth and causing the hair at her neck to stand on end. frame shaking subtly as she awaited for them to finish not expecting words from one so high nor comfort from the lady as it would look bad on her. not a move made as she remains as she had been trained to afraid of him to keep up the commands she had been given my Bay. ~King~ glance shifting between the ones that entered there was no glance nor acknowledgement of the slave girls words. her actions keeping her from the whipping post later. his attention focused upon the lady that dared to stand before him without calling. lips twisting slightly into a smirk of amusement as he waves a hand telling the guards to back down. pools sparkling slightly with interest before he speaks rich and deep. the girl not to your liking? sure that it must be the trembling mass of flesh that had caused Bay to return. a slight frown edging on to his lips at the thought already thinking up punishments for such a failer. the wave of his hand bring forth another much older and more attractive male slave for her should she answer yes. not really caring whom she had nor going to miss the slaves so many in his control, battle captives to just stolen they were all really the same to him, workers and animals for selling. take him if you wish.... boredom in his words as he motioned the guards to take the slave girl should she agree, they stepping forward as if to do so bring a gasp from the little one who knew what was to happen should they. a smirk coming to Cravens lips at the sign of fear, he feeding upon it to tell the truth, though his gaze remained cool upon Bay. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
| Subject | Author | Date |
| dark demise | Craven & Nitasha | 21:17:23 06/05/05 Sun |
| .bleed. | Baylina | 21:42:31 06/05/05 Sun |
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