<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/28800000/Theo-Theodoridis-theo-theodoridis-28883367-308-550.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Lodi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Streets of Venna<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kajira (Namira)<br/><hr/><br/>Her kiss was ambrosia, sweet and richly flavored. On it's own Lodi's tongue met the amorous slave girl's and dance briefly before the Assassin gained control of his sudden desires and withdrew from those luscious lips.<br/><br/>"Master, my collar is yours." She whispered, a low sultry plea followed by a questioning one. "Where are we to go now."<br/><br/>The Killer looked into the woman's face, unable to hide the smirk at her boldness. She had, indeed, managed to keep up with him, though he would've had to admit that he didn't make it as hard as he could have. For those of the Assassin Caste could, like shadow, vanish in the light of day and remain undetected for quiet some time. Still he could see possibilities in this one, though he suspected she was more spoiled than she had any right to be. In his studies of his target Gamarius the now dead scribe, there was mention of how he had lavished much affection and difference on one particular slave in his house. Most likely the same comely wench before him.<br/><br/>"You presume much slave... " The Killer admonished, "I have not collared you..."<br/><br/>Then roughly Lodi grabbed the Girl, lifting her off her feet and pulling her to his chest in a one arm embrace. Spinning to left, in one fluid motion, he carried both the slave and himself into a small divide between two buildings just barely wide enough to fit. Lodi side stepped once then twice, the cramp dark corridor becoming even tighter forcing their two bodies together. Before the Red Silk could make a sound the Assassin clamped a rough callouses hand over her mouth and turned her head so she could observe the opening. Guardsmen,  in  a rush, ran by mere heartbeats later; so forward in their pursuit they had not spared a look into a shadowy crevice where Lodi and the Slave Girl hid. About half a dozen armed men sped off in the supposed direction of escape and then the street was quiet with the exception of a normal passerby.<br/><br/>The Black Clad removed his hand from the woman's mouth only after the danger had past, yet he didn't move to extract himself from their tight quarters. Lodi instead closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the slave girl against him. Her silks did little to mask the vibrancy of her body. The Karjira's still heaving chest rising and pressing the fullness of her breast against his him. Looking down Lodi admired what might now be his property should he choose to collar the girl if not her exotic brown skin and insanely lovely features would fetch quiet a sum of golden tarns at the markets.<br/><br/>"What should I do with you, my little brown skin larl." Lodi said rhetorically. As he ran a finger down the side of the slave face, down her neck and across her shoulders. "So soft yet you dare to be tough enough to be my slave." The Killer said again. It was then that he noticed the blood stained fingertips of the girl and reached for her hand. Bringing them up so he could see better in the gloom of the divide he examined the tortured palms that still bleed from what must be very painful rope burn. Lodi tsked, looking at the woman with feigned disappointment. "I did warn you." Yet the Assassin had to applaud the fact that she had not spoken of her wounds at all. She bore the pain as a slave should in silence as her discomfort matter not to the whims of free men and masters. Lodi brought the girl's hand to his lips and kiss them staining his own lips in her blood before turning at a sound from the street.<br/><br/>"We shall be away and quickly but first you will need to clean and dress your hands before you catch an infliction. How will you serve me my little Larl if I'm force to cut your hands off." Lodi started to move them both towards the entrance of the not-alley. Pausing only for a moment to check the street for possible threats then disgorging themselves into it. Taking the slave by the wrist he starts to make his way down the streets Venna looking for the mark for the caste of physicians.<br/><br/>"And now I will also have to spend my coin in getting you some new silks. If you are going to be my slave you will have to be much better in keeping yourself clean." The Black Clad turned grabbing the pretty face of his property forcing her to look down at her blood stained visage. "Seriously woman... you look like you just killed somebody. If you fear the slave whip see that this never happens again."<br/><br/>Again the Assassin was off still holding the slave girl close to him forgoing the custom of allowing her to remain a few paces behind him as he wished to hide the fact that she was covered in blood. As the pair quickly searched the streets of Venna for what they seek, keeping to shadows and watching for pursuit Lodi finally asked, "So before I tore out the throat of your old Master... what did he call you?"