(10/07/09 - 23:31:03)
~~~lips like morphine~~~
makayla {DmK}
i belong to Damascus
Paravaci CC
==Somewhere on the grassy plains claimed by the Wagon People==
: say to ALL:...~~She had been carried like this before, across the saddle held still by his will. Besides unless she was running the bola she was not the type to try and get down from a kaiila. The girls form shuddered and shifted but she made no effort to run, to escape She was son to be in his presence once again. The midnight blue ors lifted in an effort to see her Jarl’s face. She wondered what he was thinking. She had become rather good at predicting his mood, but not his actions. The lower lip caught in her teeth as she rode laying across the saddle As they rode she turned her head to bring those shimmering midnight orbs towards the waiting men. She hoped to catch a glimpse of him, but instead the flaming tresses filled her eyes and she cried out in frustration. No words just a nearly strangled cry~
(10/07/09 - 23:38:53)
Paravaci
Damascus Kain/=Salene
Father of Brutus and Delana
Camp of the Paravaci-CC
“Every man is an Ubar,”
“In the circle of His own steel”
==Somewhere on the grassy plains claimed by the Wagon People==
: say to :last:true:paravaci::...~My face was calm, emotionless. Nothing to betray the fact that I had actually began to truly care for the girl that now lay across my saddle. I had hoped, for a while, that you would not return, and that I would be able to keep the girl. But that goes to show what happens when one expects things. They never tend to come true. I had meant what I had said in the messege I had left for you in your wagon. That if you wished the girl back, all that was needed was for you to return to claim her. I was a man of my word. These were the things that were running through my head as I pulled my kaiila to a halt near you. I waited now, a safe distance away. ~
(10/07/09 - 23:39:04)
:last:true:paravaci:
-Curunir Mardov-
==Somewhere on the grassy plains claimed by the Wagon People==
: say to ParavaciDamascus Kai:...:...*finally Matthew brought the two of you to him... and Curunir gve him a quiet salute.. and said to him* thank you old friend... your task here is over... I hope...* that meant that if things didn't go well tjhere'd be a lot of death here.... Curunir looked to makayla... and smirked some... then to Damascus... his voice was quiet... cool... and eerily calm* I could kill you for stealing what belonged to me... however... I pray to the sky that you have more sense than you pretend* he rested his lance on his shoulder as he looked to you... he wasn'teven concerned with his men...he had said I... not have them kill you... he was paravaci afterall* you did well... coveting what belonged to me... but the Paravaci is only vain in matters of valor... courage... not possessions... so...* he paused* return what is mine, so that honor is settled...* yahuh... this was a matter of honor... amongst other things...*
(10/07/09 - 23:46:10)
~~~lips like morphine~~~
makayla {DmK}
i belong to Damascus
Paravaci CC
==Somewhere on the grassy plains claimed by the Wagon People==
: say to ALL:...~The smirk, that smirk, she could almost feel it. She shuddered, her body betraying her as she struggled to get her eyes free of the silken tresses. The girl had known he was close she had known it was him even from the encampment. But she wanted to see him. It was only when she heard his voice that she moaned. It took a moment for his words to sink in and when they did, she yelped. It was a tiny little sound that rolled from those coral lips before she could stop it. The girl finally managed to get her hands worked round to her face since they had stopped and she was no longer using them to balance her form. The tiny fingers sliced through the curls that had blinded her the orbs of midnight skies lifted to him and the grin, formed on her lips as she watched him. The one that owned her had said nothing, but she looked up at him with those eyes, he had made her dance for him. He had known her. He wanted her, and for all of that she was grateful. She did not side away. She did not try to run to the Master mounted across from them. Neither of them would approve of such and both would likely punish her. The struggle was apparent on her face just before her head dropped and spilled the curls over her face once more hiding it from them both.~
(10/07/09 - 23:54:43)
Paravaci
Damascus Kain/=Salene
Father of Brutus and Delana
Camp of the Paravaci-CC
“Every man is an Ubar,”
“In the circle of His own steel”
==Somewhere on the grassy plains claimed by the Wagon People==
: say to :last:true:paravaci::...~I listened closely as you spoke. I knew well that what you said was true. You could kill me for taking the girl. And I respected well the fact you said "I" and not "have my men" In my thoughts, and not openly, I despised Logan, one who called himself Ubar, for ordering that your wagon be unsealed. That the lance be removed. It was weak of him, not to simply do the deed himself. I was sure that you knew that at least I was man enough to take the girl myself, and not have someone do it for me. I was not weak, like the man who called himself Ubar. But at the last, I reached inside the leather bag that was hung from my throat and removed a small key with my left hand. My right dropped the reins, and reached out to slip into the collar around the girls throat. I did not hesitate. There were two reasons for that. One, I was a man of my word. You had returned to claim your property, and so now I would return it. And the second reason I didn't hesitate, was because I did care for the girl, and I knew that in her heart of hearts, it was you to whom she gave her love. The key slipped into the lock, and with a small click the collar fell open and into my hand. I spoke softly. ~ return to your Master, little bond. ~It would be the last time I ever called her bond. Did she know when she was looking out over the gathered men before I had stpped up to the wagon that she would never call me Jarl again? It was possible. I looked then back up to you, and spoke once more.~ It is true, what you say. Possesions are not what a Paravaci is vain about. And though I was not born one, I am Paravaci. ~I fell silent then as I moved the girl off of my saddle, so that she could return to you~
(10/07/09 - 23:58:59)
:last:true:paravaci:
-Curunir Mardov-
==Somewhere on the grassy plains claimed by the Wagon People==
: say to ParavaciDamascus Kai:...* he nodded quietly as you released makayla... and his eyes relaxed... atiny bit under the chains... his head cocked to the side as you spoke* We will see about that, Kain...* oh yes... there was a reason he was letting you live... and you were gunna find out what it was soon enough... he spoke quietly* It is time to move on... that camp holds nothing for those who ride tall... the Sky will guide us to where we need to go* he didn't even ask if you wanted to come with, he took it for granted that you would understand what he was speaking of... he looked to Cormin* my herd... my wagons... Damascus' Wagon and possessions... only... nothing that belongs to the rest... We will not have them say that they were why we were rich.* He smirked to you now... and chuckled* what'd you expect?? for me to torch the camp?
(10/08/09 - 00:09:49)
~~~lips like morphine~~~
makayla {DmK}
i belong to Damascus
Paravaci CC
==Somewhere on the grassy plains claimed by the Wagon People==
: say to ALL:...~The girls breath had been held without her even realizing it. She waited there laid across the saddle of the kaiila. She had been honest with him from the beginning, she served with all she was regardless of the collar she wore, because she was slave. But when she wore the collar of Master Curinur it was because she had searched him out. She had looked for him, she had followed him. Because she was his long before he placed the collar on her throat. She was fond of the big Torvie, but he was righ, her heart beloned to the Paravaci. When she felt his hand on the collar at her throat she again caught her breath and held it. The clicks sounded as if they were thunder in her ears as he released her throat from the binding of iron. She looked up at him and smiled her fingers finding the place where his steel had lain. She lifted her fingers to his face and tugged gently on his beard. The smile was bright and filled with many things mostly gratitude and one last time she said it~ yes Jarl. ~then she slid from the kailla with his help and turned to look finally at the Master she had missed. With a smirk she tossed back her head and laughed as she walked towards him. ~ There was a man once who spoke to me of his homeland. The plains. That he would return to them and be happy there if he had a good slave. Do you know such a man? His name was Mardov, He had been Salt Ubar, He had been an Outlaw, but he missed the plains. ~She waited a moment~ you remind me of him.. he too was short and smelled of bosk. ~There was laughter in those midnight blue eyes as she stepped to the left side of his kailla and waited~
(10/08/09 - 00:16:06)
Paravaci
Damascus Kain/=Salene
Father of Brutus and Delana
Camp of the Paravaci-CC
“Every man is an Ubar,”
“In the circle of His own steel”
==Somewhere on the grassy plains claimed by the Wagon People==
: say to :last:true:paravaci::...~I listened, and when I heard you speak to your men, only then did I let a smile form. Yes. It was as I had hoped. I made no move to stop the men. I wanted this. I did not wish to stay here, as you said, that camp held nothing. When you said that last, I chuckled as well.~ Some would expect that, from one who is a dirty Paravaci. ~I chuckled again. It was meant not as an insult, but a compliment. And to let you know that I still remembered our first meeting, on the plains. I smiled lightly at the girl that had for a while, worn the collar that I had saved for a long time. Again it would go back into storage. Along with the length of red silk that she had worn. Just as there was gratitude in her eyes, there was fondness in my own. I nodded lightly when she for the last time called me Jarl, and then I waited for what was to come~
(10/08/09 - 00:21:36)
:last:true:paravaci:
-Curunir Mardov-
==Somewhere on the grassy plains claimed by the Wagon People==
: say to ALL:...*and he smirked at Damascus...* you have no idea how dirty* yeah, he was the cunning sort... would blindside someone soon as look at em... but he chuckled... . and tilted hishead towards makayla... and without hesitating he spoke to her* yeah... I killed him and am wearing his face... * then the smirk came back... as he started hunting through his saddle* you know you're lucky I have like thirty of these things...* he found what he was looking for... a turian collar... wtih his symbol on it... ghe nudged the kaiila to lower... bnut he didn't dismount... instead he just got low enough to do what he needed to do... he wasn't concerned with her kneeling, he flicked the collar fully open and chuckled at her* back where you belong... not like you didn't know I'd be back... and he wrapped it around her neck and closed it... unceremoniously... he glanced up to Damascus and said quietly* you've passed a test Kain... welcome to my Wagon...*then he slid his fingers around the back of makayla's collar and his lips found hers as he forced a finger againstthe gback of her neck to tilt her head back... his tongue sought hers out... but tis kiss was slow... powerful... his grip on the collar tightened as his tongue danced with hers... and then he released her... and said* get up on here slave
(10/08/09 - 00:36:01)
~~~lips like morphine~~~
makayla
i belong to Curunir
Wagon of Mardov
==Somewhere on the grassy plains claimed by the Wagon People==
: say to ParavaciDamascus Kai:...~She laughed as he spoke and her eyes twinkled. The small form did not move, she did not flinch she simply waited. When he spoke of having thirty of them she smiled and shot back* You are lucky you found a good slave. ~she watched as he had he kaiila kneel down and she stretched upwards to meet his hand. She shuddered as the steel closed around her neck knowing full well it was the collar she had left laying upon his furs with the jewels he had allowed her. She knew it even though he may well have had thirty somewhere . When he slid his hand around the collar to the back of her neck she smiled her lips lifted to him even as his finger pressed to the back of her neck. He had no reason to force her other than to remind her he could. She kissed him with a fervor of a girl that had been too long without his kiss. The silken lips blooming beneath his kiss, her tongue darting and dueling with his as she moaned into his lips/. When he released her she laughed and limbed up onto the saddle with him her movement quick and sure. She spoke again now but as his slave. ~ yours had no doubt that you would return my Master, she is glad she was right. ~winking she coiled her form against his and whispered~ you still smell like bosk. ~And the laughter spilled from her once more~