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| Kylee Quote | Reply | | Simple Trip For Brak Bush Leaves posted on: 8/1/2003 2:01:30 PM Once The Torrential Rain finally stopped, I remembered The Healer Complaining of a shortage of Brak Bush Leaves (used to induce vomiting and aid as a dieretic) and decided to avail myself to the lovely sun as it peeped throught he dreary clouds that had clung to the sky for several days. Makeing sure my dagger was honed razor sharp and safely tucked in my robes, with Basket in hand and a bota filled with water, I Light Heartedly strolled out of Kamp shortly after I saw The Ubar clearing the horizon on his journey to Ta-Thassa. While it is not wise for a FW to wander about alone I knew the Healer and Vel were hard at work on Macers Robe and Boots so I opted to venture out alone on my quest. Happy for a bit of solitude and time to be alone. After about a miles trek I came ot a lovely place near the river and began my search for the Brak bush which while very hearty seemed to be hard to find in this area. After searchng for what seemed several Ahn I found the goal of my quest at the edge of the river in the middle of a small clearing. Unfortunately there Was a baby sleen sleeping in the sun not even a stones throw away from the dark bush. I opted to wait a bit and se if the young sleen would awaken and leave....Hmphhhh thinking ot myself I'll not allow this foul breathed creature to keep me from my goal. Finding a small stone I felt I could hurl properly I hid in the bushes and aimed and threw the stone at the Baby sleen tryng to awaken it in hopes it would move away. The stone did not hit its mark however it did land near the sleens nose and awaken it. It rose streching its body and neck.. (such an ugly creature I thought)....... and raised its nose...snorting as thuogh it smelled something displeasing......Suddenly I realized the displeasing odor the Sleen was winding was ME!!!!! |
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Kylee
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replied on: 8/5/2003 1:06:49 PM Frozen daring not to move, not to make a sound, and cursing my self for my over confidence I waited barely breathing. The young sleen as he held his nose high winding me snorted and turned his head first left then right across the clearing I saw bush move and heard the low snarl of the young sleens mother as she came to see what her baby was snorting about .The miniature version distracted for a moment turned and looked at its mother crashing into the clearing. This was all the invitation to leave I needed knowing the mother would wind me too and I would be sleen bait in moments. I crept backwards hearing the snorts of both of the sleen now as they winded me. Mother Sleen angered by my scent lifted her head and found the source immediately with her years of experience she did not need to search nor to lift her head she came directly to where I had stood and crushed the bush I had hidden behind leaning down opening her great maw she ripped at the Brown form in the bushes ripping to shreds the form she saw for a moment shaking hard with her great head and realizing she had been deceived from he meal. Running now on tiny feet, my body being torn by thorns bare of body with the exception of my slippers hoping discarding my robe over a bush would confuse the sleen long enough for me to make my escape and confuse its sense of smell. Feeling the heat of the sun on my bare body, the thorns and branches scratching and tearing the flesh of my bare breasts, torso, and legs. Having taken only my dagger and my herb bag I ran as hard as I could tearing through thorny bushes that ripped my flesh. Wondering to myself, “sleen should be sleeping in their burrows at this hour.” My mind slipping back momentarily to the night before when a Sleen and her baby escaped their cages and had not yet been recovered and realizing they had only just escaped and were most likely very hungry and tired. The mother sleen and her baby only temporarily deceived by my ruse began once again winding the air for me. Nostrils flared and sought the scent of the first possible meal in several ahn. Finding the scent eventually giving after clearing her nostrils from the robes scent the mother turned and began moving rapidly down the same path the FW had taken. Fast as I could run I tore though the brush cursing my impudence, and brashness. I ran directly into a small swarm of Gitches their bites causing searing pain but I ran on through them fear tearing at my very fiber but giving me the strength to run harder than I thought possible blood flowed from open cuts and scrapes all over my body. Tripping over a root I fell hard against a Brak bush the irony of it almost made me laugh. Rising and running once again I found that I had inadvertently circled and found myself on a small peninsula projecting into the river. This small projection of land into the water only about 200 yards in length had me cut off from the mainland and possible escape. With Hinti biting at my open wounds I resolved to survive this ordeal somehow Bracing myself at the waters edge knowing now I would have no choice, but to face the hungry beasts, I sighed in fear and revulsion at the prospect of becoming a meal for the nasty creatures. With nowhere to run I turned naked and bloody and my bare breasts heaving with the ragged deep breaths as I tried to regain my wind. Turning and holding my dagger before me I waited for the beasts to come for me. |
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Tilk
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replied on: 8/8/2003 6:06:57 AM Master Master I hear my slave calling as I sit by the fire drinking the last of my fermented milk curds. I looked up to see crystal running buck naked towards me (has a quick thought about naked slaves ) then goes back to other thoughts . Master Master she calls again looking up I see the girl running quickly to me stopping before the fire looking at me panting hard gasping for air. Master she said. the sleen and her pup have not returned this morning as (crys shivers from the thought of sleens running lose around the camp) my eyes widen at her words .my mind swirls with thoughts of sleen on the lose knowing what havoc they can produce. |
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Simple Trip For Brak Bush Leaves
replied on: 8/10/2003 6:43:56 PM *crys slipping to the board,she kneels,placing a kiss upon the path,touched by Free,then lifts and offers,thanks to Master Rune for permitting the slaves to participate in the role play forum,,lifting up the tiny writing tool,,in a delicate script,crys begins to write,~ ~standing before Master,her breathing coming in small gasps,,she drops to her knees,,,turning to glance over a creamy shoulder,eyes wide with fear,,then turning back to Master,begins to recant to Him,what she has found.....~ ~was a quiet day,the sun high over head,, the lovely figure of a slave can be seen moving thru kamp,gentle waves of gold spilling down her sunkissed form,the band of steel snug upon her throat,denoting her ownership,nestled upon one hip,is a copper bowl filled with bits of bloody meat,,the handle of a bucket filled with cooling waters,in her other hands,,as she goes about tending to her daily chores,feeding the sleen being one of them.~ ~leaving the hustle and bustle of kamp,the Kassar always working upon something, idleness not being tolerated, she takes the well worn path behind the wagons,,leading to her owners sleen pens,glancing about the prarie,,seeing the bosk grazing in the distance,the gentle slosh of the water in the bucket,the only sound,,tilting her head a moment,,she stops,listens,,wondering where the normal growling sounds from the pens is,,~ ~her steps hasten,,water splashing against her suntanned legs,,as she draws near the pens,,the deafening quiet,,causing her heart to beat wildly in her breasts,,finally rounding the bend,the bucket drops to the ground,next to it the bowl of meat,splashing her with the blood,,a stunned look upon her face,,unable to believe the sight before her,the she sleen's pen door open and the pen empty~ ~looks down,two sets of paw prints leading off into the brush,,a shudder runs thru her in fear,looks to the remaining pens,sees the sleens inside,pacing quietly,the look in their eyes sends the girl off in a frantic run back to kamp, feet padding upon the dry ground,tripping on a root,arms flailing out in front of her,as small hands meet the ground,breaking her fall,she jumps up,hearing a rustle in the bushes,,a scream breaks from her,,as she runs full speed now,,hair wildly flying out behind her~ ~a faint cry for help,the sound coming from the river,turns her blood to ice,at the piercing sound,panic sets in,,picking up speed,not slowing till she enters kamp,eyes of emerald,stark fear in them,scaning,, looking for Master,sees Him sitting at the fire,with His morning curds,her thoughts,mixed,,pulling them togethers,as she screams out,,"Master Master" ~seeing Him glance up,,she calls to Him again"Master,Master,",,stopping before Him,her breath coming in gasps,breasts heaving with the effort,,~ ~having recanted the events leading up to her arrival into kamp,,crys grows silent,,as she watches Master's face run thru a mixture of thoughts,,she waits quietly for His next words~ *laying the writing tool upon the ledge,crys once more kissess the path,thanks her Master for the privledge of wearing His ko'lar,,she then rises and turns back to home* "i knew then that he was dominant over me. This had nothing to do with the fact that i lay stripped before him, wrists and ankles lashed, his prisoner. It had to do with the fact that he was totally masculine, and in the presence of such a stimulus, my body would permit me to be only totally feminine." Page 264 - Captive of Gor |
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Kylee
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replied on: 8/11/2003 2:29:12 AM Silence Permeated the small open area where I waited broken only by the sound of my breath. Knowing the Sleen would be upon me shortly and faced with a jump into the mad rapids of the river or the teeth of the sleen I waited trying to decide how to survive such an ordeal. My open cuts and scratches beginning to itch and burn as the sun baked the running blood hard against my skin. Finally at the entrance to the clearing the mother sleen with baby close beside moved into the opening .To my surprise the mother halted and the baby tentatively advanced as though the mother was allowing the baby to go forward and make its first kill. Staying about 30 yards behind the baby the mother advanced as well but keeping distance allowing the baby to seek its prey. I saw a glimmer of a plan in my mind and one small hope. The baby moved closer I could see the eyes evil and full of bloodlust bearing down on me I backed slowly to within 10 feet of the river a 15 Ft. drop to the rapids below and a baby sleen advancing on me( what a lovely day this has turned out to be ). With the Bay hunkered 5 ft from me I saw it ready itself to spring on me. I crouched Low and waited as it sprang I darted left and was upon its neck when it landed My dagger reaching under it’s the thrashing creatures throat dug deep till I felt the heat of its sticky blood rushing over my hand. In its death throws I was flung over the sleens side and I slipped under it out of sight of the mother (she must think the baby is killing me if I’m to survive I thought to myself). Hugging the body I crawled and drug the young sleen on the ground as its blood drenched my body (one more foot to the edge of the bank) once I was at the edge I drug the carcass over with me on top of me and we fell 15 ft to the water. I felt a rock crease my forehead cutting me deep and another hit me under the eye cold water engulfed me. I clung to the Carcass kicking hard trying to make the other shore. Fearing the mother wouldn’t be fooled for long and also fearing drowning. I kicked hard and clung to the baby as it did offer some buoyancy. Losing all sense of my whereabouts and what was about me I thrashed as well as I could in the frothy water. I felt my body slam something hard. And found myself against a huge rock in the middle of the river. Dragging the baby onto the rock I laid back heaving for breath, with fear and exhaustion taking its toll. My forehead bled into my eye and the cut on my cheek spilled blood into my own mouth hugging the sleen where I lay unable to move. It was my kill and id be damned if I would lose it or give it up. I believe my priorities were askew because from my one good eye I could on the bank see the Mother sleen running down river towards me. Only 30 Yards or heavy fast rapids separating us. Stalemate she cannot get to me and I cannot go anywhere (Now what Kylee I thought) aching and bleeding I rested holding my hand against the cut on my cheek as it was bleeding the most I rested. Reaching across the sleen finding my dagger still buried in its throat I gave a sigh or relief. (at least I haven’t lost my dagger). After about 1 ahn I rose and while watching the mother on the other bank I took my dagger and crudely skinned the baby sleen. Cutting hole in the middle to put my head through I now had a useable robe… somewhat airy and left not much to the imagination but I was no longer nekkid> (thinking as I put it on how Ailill would be disapointed)Cutting the heart out remembering stories of Hunters eating the heart of their Kill. I bit into the rubbery thing. Choking back a gag I chewed and swallowed. I had lost blood and was weak from it and with 30 yards on each side of the river I would need strength to get across or at least down river and away from the mother which was prowling up and down the bank across from me. Lost and with the day passing quickly for the first time I had a chance to call for help. Knowing I was not in imminent danger From my rock covered with the sleens hide I Yelled hard and loud “HELP”>>>>>>> |
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replied on: 8/19/2003 11:01:06 PM waking before the sun peeks over Torvaldsberg I smile and hurriedly wash and dress in split skirt ...today I shall visit Vel My beloved Sister.......knowing the journey long and hard I remain determined to go ....chuckling as the Guards are not pleased with being woken up so early ...mumbles less mead ....grinz and moves about the kitchen smiling seeing lyra has breakfast prepared and moved on to other chores ....for she too would not be happy I make this journey as need to gather supplies for winter but my heart needs this visit so I will go .......packing a small scatchel of food and water I move to step from FallsMyst .....stopping I chuckle and grab My medical bag ....shrugs oh well not sure why but .......turning I step hastily to the landing and onto the small boat that will carry Myself and the two annoyed guards to Search's home so I can once more see My beloved BlackShadow..mumbles at the idea that tarns hate the Northern climate .....settling back as the oarsmen row to Search's Home on the southern tip of Kassau .....I smile .......hoping He yet sleeps and wont notice Me nor that BlackShadow is gone till am to far to catch up too ......watching sleen and sharks play around the small boat till We reach Land once more I ponder the life of Gor ......the last week having been so busy with the lone Kur who has maimed so many Free and slave alike ......shakes head ....No today I see Vel .....no worries of work or Kassau .....I am going home ......smiles to self as memories flood into thoughts.....soon the guards begin telling the oarsmen where to land and I step out of the small boat and swiftly move to the tarn cots ....softly whistles as sees my lovely BlackShadow .......ordering the guards to saddle Him .....hearing them mumble ...fool healer ....beneath their breath I laugh softly ......making sure all the things am taking to Vel is loaded...the lovely white sleen furs and the red larl pelt that traded for with Healer talents ...... then the food ...water and medical bag ...I step to the rock and climb aboard My BlackShadow....jerking one strap he soars into the now sun lite sky .......laughing I feel free for first time in while ...no worries for now ...soaring over the lands moving south then deeper south avoiding all towns as possible ........passing Turia my heart begins to pound as the sights of home assault My eyes......nearing the river where the Kassar Kamp is I swoop down close for a better look at My missed Home ....sighing softly I move BlackShadow onward knowing if wish time with Vel must hurry for have to return to Kassau this evening before sunset .......the sun is now higher in the sky and I see the black shadow of My tarn on the ground below ....laughing ......I pause ......tilting head to the side I listen and pull BlackShadow closer to the ground .......yes ........I did hear that .......a Female screaming for help !!!!!!!!! quickly lets hazel eyes roam over the lands beneath Me ....at the waters edge I see scuff marks and blood ......gawd blood all over the ground !!!! and yet the screams continue .......shaking head I now understand the need for medical bag .....{I think} swooping down to the ground I land BlackShadow near a rock and whisper softly to Him ......knowing he will remain .......turning I look across the water and have to laugh.....facing Me is a female ......from here is hard to say if slave or not but sure is lot of blood and she looks pretty beat up .........and ...omg she has on a sleen fur!!!!! a very bloody sleen fur at that !!!.......shaking My head I swim over to the tiny scrap of land to her .......turning Her over I see a face met on last visit to see Vel .......the name not coming fast as I survery her injuries and condition ....shaking head I see She is almost in shock and in great need of medical care .....knowing am out of My area I can only tend the worse and take her to kamp to their Healer ......quickly I take a strong grip on the fur and pull Her to the water and swiftly tug to the main shore ....then call BlackShadow to me with a slight whistle ....the large bird moves closer ....cautious of the stranger near Me .........standing on tip toes I reach in for medical bag and turn to the Woman.....smiles as see the water had washed some of the blood off ......I kneel abd begin cleaning the head wound and making sure Her eyes are equal .....shaking head at how weak She ..... I tug Her to the rock and wonder ok now Gwyn ...how do You get her to the basket ? chuckling at self I stretch out left leg and gently with toe of boot tap BlackShadow on the leg .....watching Him gracefully sink low I push and pull the woman I hope to be Kylee into the basket and gently tie her steady then hop to the saddle and tug one strap and whisper to my tarn .....rising We move on to the main Kamp of Kassar where I land near Rune's and Vels wagon ...guards approach then see who it is and begin to take BlackShadow in hand one Guard moves to begin to remove his saddle and gasp ......quickly I order to gently remove Her and take to the Healer wagon of Kamp ...smiling as I see My beloved Sis .....I move to Her hugging tightly .... Gwyn |
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replied on: 9/5/2003 3:23:23 PM Wakeing from dreams of soaring through the skys and gentle warm breezes caressing my body, I find myself resting in the Wagon of the Healer. My wounds bandaged My scratches coverd in green salve. Pain in my head almost as sharp as the fangs of the sleen I had faced. Looking left I see the hide of the baby sleen I had skinned hanging by the small bed tanned and soft obviously the someone tended to it before it could become overly stiff and begin to smell badly. Wondering how long I had been here, but content in the knowledge that I was safe and back in Kamp where I belong. Smileing to myself at the stories I would have to tell the young ones of Kamp once I recovered I softly drift back to sleep.~fini~ |
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