His Majesty's Muse (Fire & Decrepitdan)
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				Title: <strong>His Majesty's Muse (Fire &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fireeyes</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 05:33:46</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt354/WildFire82/dyoiedhee06_by_jdmwu.jpg)</div><br>Katalina woke to a new vision.&nbsp; One that she couldn't actually tell the outcome of.&nbsp; When she divulged this information to the shopkeeper he didn't accept it so well.&nbsp; She told him all she can guarentee is that one of the girls under the roof will be argued over and they would lose.&nbsp; She saw the mans eyes and that was it.&nbsp; The images were too broken this time.&nbsp; Even to her this was rare.&nbsp; For the last six months the slave owner had used her to gain and continue unhindered profit.&nbsp; He also used her to gamble and find when the lords men would be easier to bend and get to buy his girls.&nbsp; She was suppose to keep his business going well.&nbsp; And she paid when it didn't.&nbsp; She tried to explain that her visions don't have to follow a certain order and could be changed but.......thats nothow he wanted it. <br><br>Not wanting to hear it anymore, the owner opened up shop and put one of his well-trained girls on the floor to keep the others in check.&nbsp; After that was taken care of he and his first hand man took Katalina from her cell and into his office.&nbsp; She knew what was to come and didn't make it easy on them.&nbsp; She fought them and almost projected twice.&nbsp; <br>Once they got her to his room they immediately hooked a chain from the floor to her collar and made her kneel in front of the henchman.&nbsp; He grinned and crouched infront of her holding her in place as her robe was slid down to right below her buttock.&nbsp; She clenched her teeth and took a whip to her back several times before the owner even spoke.&nbsp; Each hit streaked her delicate back with blood and caused her body to flinch but there was no crying.&nbsp; <br>Her owner was still yelling at her and wanted to know who it was in her vision, she couldn't give them a positive answer.&nbsp; She turned seeing a shadow in the door and her deep blue eyes fall upon a man in the door.&nbsp; She smirks and her eyes become a cloudy white, another vision was about to complete this mess.&nbsp; Thats when they picked up a jar of salty water and splashe dit on her back.&nbsp; She hissed in pain and shook her head.&nbsp; "I can't tell you.&nbsp; I can show you.&nbsp; Thats it."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Majesty's Muse (Fire &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 05:50:19</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Incensed by what his eyes took in, Dismer Proseph swept back into the little shop - having almost left before spending nary a moment in the dismal little shanty. He knew the pain that the whip brought to others, the purpose it served; even of the pleasure some found in it. To pour salt in wounds however was classless, to be expected of a slaver with certainty, but such thoughts escaped him for the moment. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sweeping his long fur vestments around him like a smallish royal tornado, he exposed the kingly heraldry upon his breast plate to full view. As the servants of the slaver scattered about before settling to kneel at his feet, his intense gaze did not leave the Task master, reaching out an arm to extend an accusatory finger at the slaver. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"You!" he bellowed, his long braided beards ringlets waving as if to grapple the servants even as he passed them. "What is the meaning of this?" he let the threat of the axe hanging over the slaver, the only threat uttered as yet. As expected, the owner of the shop fell to press his head into the choking dust that made up the floor of the shop, barely uttered protests begging for his life between gasps strangled by soot and terror. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Dismer awaited the explanation, surveying the sundered back of the slave, looking deep into her eyes, trying to capture the magic that he'd seen just a moment before, believe he wasn't seeing what couldn't possibly be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Majesty's Muse (Fire &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fireeyes</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 06:11:08</strong>
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				The task master seemed utterly terrified as he was pointed out.&nbsp; He knew what weight the Lord had barren, even in this humble shop.&nbsp; The whip dropped out of his now shaky fingers and he looked from the slave to the lord.&nbsp; "Ssh..she is of mine.&nbsp; I own her Mi'lord.&nbsp; She failed to give me information I seek from her daily." Hearing himself now was the worst of it.&nbsp; He sounded terrified and uncertain when that was not what he usually was.&nbsp; "She was disobiedient." He protested.&nbsp; The others gazed upon the Lord's feet wondering what had brought him around at this time or what he was planning.<br><br>Katalina on the other hand let her gaze meet his.&nbsp; Unafraid of his authority at the moment.&nbsp; Able to sense nothing but curiosity.&nbsp; She smiled and bowed her head for a moment.&nbsp; In the blink of her eyes, they became a cloudy white once again, covering the beautiful deep blue.&nbsp; She grinned, "You will rule far past expectancy even with various attempts to your life." Her body suddenly relaxed and her head fell to her chest.&nbsp; Beside her, a ghostly image of herself stood.&nbsp; She walked forward and curtsied gently and with a certain elegance no one could duplicate.&nbsp; "But not without the key!" The task master moved forward and pressed the collar she wore to her skin and the image suddenly vanished.&nbsp; Katalina gasped and then righted herself.&nbsp; Her now blue gaze falling upon his Lord again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Majesty's Muse (Fire &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 06:33:12</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;"Impudent cur!" drawing his dirk, with the hand that had rested upon it merely by force of habit, Dismer clapped his hand around the throat of the slaver, lifting him from the semi kneeling position to rest against one of the supports for the shop. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He placed the very tip of the blade against the crease of the shopkeepers mouth, open in physical protest to the sharp lack of air his lungs were getting. Everyone in Dismers kingdom knew when you addressed the king that he was to receive your undivided attention, everyone but this man it seemed. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Stretching the mans lip into a grotesque grin, he contemplated mercy for a moment. The moment was kept brief however, as he remembered he'd never shown mercy to those of a socially inferior station. The shopkeeper belatedly attempted to fight, and Dismer accepted the blows upon his armor with a sigh, raising the unfortunate man a bit higher for his efforts. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Smiling now himself, he extended the edges of the mans mouth on either side with two swift motions, feeling the sharp pain of the shopkeep through the changing tension in the mans limbs. Drawing the dirk back and down, he slit the mans shirt down the middle. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Ribs exposed themselves through troubled breathing, shifting back and forth like a broad palette for his blade. Deftly, he cut to the mans lung under each rib in turn, and then dropped him to the dirt, deciding only to listen to his work wheeze as he drowned in his own blood. Such was the blood eagle, his most favorite form of torture. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Turning to a much more receptive group of servants, he said slowly, in a near whisper- "Unbind her, she shall come with me." as he looked into the vexing girls eyes, as enchanted by her gift as his penchant for murderous punishment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Majesty's Muse (Fire &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fireeyes</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 07:12:59</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Katalina watched the Lord intensely as he showed the shopkeeper what happens when you disobey the king.&nbsp; She couldn't seem to pull her eyes from the scene, her owner had been taught the finer lessons of what he tried so hard to teach her.&nbsp; She thought for sure he was going to side with the shopkeeper and walk away.&nbsp; She remembered his eyes from her vision though.&nbsp; Something big was to happen with him.&nbsp; What could it be though.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She became surprised that he said she was to be unbound and to go with him.&nbsp; She only gave the messages, never was really listened to.&nbsp; One of the servants rushed to unbind her wrists and another her collar.&nbsp; They both raised her robe up where she hid well the pain of the material scraped carefully across her fresh wounds.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Curseying as elegantly as her astral form has she raised her head slightly so their eyes met, "Mi'lord.&nbsp; I am at your service" She straightened and wasn't sure if she should be grateful or concerned.&nbsp; If her predictions upset him, or were changed,would she suffer the same fate?&nbsp; A servant brought her a pair of leathers for her feet and she slid into them and waited for him to walk out before she.
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Majesty's Muse (Fire &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 07:34:13</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; Seeing immense potential in the girls elegance, Dismer leaned in and wrapped her robe about her gently, wrapping one arm around her to help her stand gently. <br>Surprised at her strength, where many men would not be able to rise from such a lashing - he knew he had found what he had come for. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Turning towards the door, he guided her through the yet open threshold and into the cold, directing his servants to lift her up into the carriage, he gave orders to an adjutant to stay and direct the shop to do whatever he required of it henceforth. Sweeping his furs about him he stepped into the carriage and sat, barely noticing the sound of the latching door behind him as the carriage began moving. Picking through a chest upon the floor of the carriage, he lifted out a fur robe, and covered the shivering girl in it, careful not to press her back against the seat. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"My name is Dismer, others shall call be my many titles - you shall call me Master. Understood?" He let the gentle pressure of his hands through the robe make his insistence known.
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Majesty's Muse (Fire &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fireeyes</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 17:34:54</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Katalina tied her robe loosely.&nbsp; She knew to show weakness was dangerous, this man whose future held great things just laid claim to her.&nbsp; This she knew could of been a terrible mistake or the best manuever she has ever been able to slide into.&nbsp; Only time will tell what kind of person she was about to serve.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She moved gracefully through the doors he lead her through.&nbsp; The cold instantly slamming against her, the robe she wore was made of a silky material and did no justice to protect her body from such chills.&nbsp; She was startled as his servants suddenly lifted her into the carriage.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She wrapped her arms around her abdomen and tried to keep herself warm even as her small frame shivered in reply.&nbsp; When he entered she watched him in all his majestic furs.&nbsp; He covered her with a fur robe and finally spoke to her.&nbsp; She looked into his eyes when she felt his insistant pressure on her and nodded curtley.&nbsp; "Yes Master.&nbsp; Shall I tell you my name?&nbsp; Or....." Her deep blue gaze seemed lost in his for a moment until she shook herself free of it.&nbsp; "Or does it not matter?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Majesty's Muse (Fire &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 05:40:53</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"You may tell me your name, I shall not however make any agreement to use it." He looked directly into her eyes as he spoke to her, "Make no mistake, you are mine. I shall refer to you in court by your title, that of slave." Weakening his gaze hardened by so many years of iron rule, he went on. "You must understand that this is how it must be, people who think to rise above their station often die swift deaths in my kingdom."<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Turning, he rose and sat beside her. Wrapping her in one arm and enjoying the privacy the carriage afforded. "Now, tell me how this gift of yours works." He smiled, that advice might turn out to be quite good after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Majesty's Muse (Fire &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fireeyes</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 05:54:04</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She realized with what was said that she would no longer bear her name.&nbsp; He will only know her as slave.&nbsp; She didn't understand why but this saddened her inside.&nbsp; She did as she always did though and pushed that feeling, those thoughts away.&nbsp; "My name is Katalina." She said softly, doubt of him ever remembering it lingered until he came over and wrapped her against him, this was new to her.&nbsp; She had never been touched except for what her gift required.&nbsp; She couldn't hide the surprise but swiftly answered his question.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Almost whenever I want, I can see through to the future of people, whether it be 1 day or 1 month or 1 year.&nbsp; It has without a doubt served the owner of that slave shop since I was fourteen.&nbsp; I had helped to be able to make him as sucessful as he was." She glanced at her new lord and smiled ever so slightly, "His problem was he didn't take my last warning very well.&nbsp; Never took warnings like that well." <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She looked down at her near bare feet for a moment, "Please understand that with this gift, some of the specifics can be broken up or too deteriorated for me to make complete sense." She glanced over letting her gaze meet his, "I will be the best 'Seer' you may ever have.&nbsp; My gift is rare, my race even more rare than my gift.&nbsp; I will provide you with everything that comes to me.&nbsp; You just may not like the results."&nbsp; &nbsp;She felt like her heart was slamming into her chest harder than before.&nbsp; Now realizing that one unhappy result could put her into such a death as her previous owner.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Majesty's Muse (Fire &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 06:11:16</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He smiled, the iron returning in his eyes. Drawing her close, he whispered to her softly, "To judge a seer by what she sees is fallacy, a gift is a gift no matter the form. Some gifts are just useless. I have faith that you are not useless Katalina." <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Reaching into his armillary sphere, he found a topical salve, and let his smile fade. "Lie down on the seat acrost me, get as comfortable as you can. Applying a poultice to that," he looked back to her hewn back. "Is going to hurt quite a bit." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Majesty's Muse (Fire &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fireeyes</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 06:22:18</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Katalina was surprised by his response.&nbsp; She bowed her head respectfully in the slightest of nods.&nbsp; "I am sure I am not useless.&nbsp; My gift serves well, trust my word on that, it just seems to have bouts where it is less descriptive." She hoped that there wouldn't be a day where her gift would disappear.&nbsp; It is almost unheard of in a seer but there has been a rare case.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She winced involutarily at his honesty of how what he was about to do would cause her pain.&nbsp; She was able to deal with pain well though, setting herself in a semi-projected state so that she wouldn't have to feel it as deeply.&nbsp; That seemed to backfire sometimes though.&nbsp; She laid her slender body across the seat before him and turned her head away so he couldn't see any pain in her expression.&nbsp; She might not be the strongest but she disliked showing pain and weakness unless it was necessary.&nbsp; "I'm as comfortable as I can get." She whispered as her body tensed and waited for the first shock of pain to hit. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Majesty's Muse (Fire &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 06:29:05</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Rising from the velvet of the carriage seat, Dismer sat on one knee for the first time in his long life, enjoying the irony. Dipping two of his fingers deep into the pestle holding the salve he&nbsp; brought them out ready, and read her reactions. She was tense, she didn't think of pain as a good thing. Hrm. Placing his free hand at the nape of her neck he let them play with the verge of her hair, tracing the line gently, helping her to relax. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"It's all right Katalina, relax or it will hurt worse than it should..." he cooed down to her softly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Majesty's Muse (Fire &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fireeyes</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 06:34:33</strong>
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				She closed her eyes trying to relax as he told her to do.&nbsp; She felt his fingers play upon her neck with such gentlness she couldn't help but to relax.&nbsp; His touch was oddly soothing to her.&nbsp; Never in her life since she was forced into the slave shop has anyone touched her with anything but harshness or as if she were about to infect them with some harsh disease because of her gift.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 06:44:11</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Still playing with the nape of her neck, Dismer slowly placed his fingers all the way into the first gash on her back, slowly pulling them down and spreading the salve within the wound as slowly as he could. When she tensed up with pain he leaned down and whispered in her ear gently. "Pain is good, pain means you are still alive. Sometimes, " he smiled and gently pressed his fingers deeper into the gash. "...sometimes it can even feel good." <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Finished with the first gash, he rapped on the roof of the carriage, the signal to slow the trip down. Perhaps this trip would serve a greater purpose than he originally thought. 
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				Post by: <strong>Fireeyes</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 07:07:49</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She was letting herself enjoy the feeling of his fingers on her neck when the first bout of pain set in,&nbsp; it racked through her body as he spread the salve into her wounds.&nbsp; Her body stiffened and her hands tightened into fists, she bit back a whimper as he pressed deeper into the wound.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Yes, pain could be good because it meant you were still breathing but feeling good.&nbsp; "This pain......" She cringed, "Doesn't feel good!" She cried out as his fingers went deeper into the gash and suddenly buried her face into the seat to keep from making any more noise.&nbsp; Only the sound of the rapping made her raise her head out of the seat and turn it slightly towards him.&nbsp; "Something wrong?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 07:19:54</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Nothing wrong, Little One. The driver was just letting me know how far we are on our journey." easing his finger out of the first gash, he watched her relax back into the cushions of the seat. "Not good? You fooled me, you rose from the seat as if in the throes of pleasure..." gently guiding her head back to the seat with his free hand, he reached down and caressed the line of her jaw gently, slowly running his hand in tiny circles upward until he reached the nape of her neck again. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; During that time, while she was slowly relaxing, he had gotten some more salve, and when she finally sighed in contentment, he began to apply it to the next gash, in the same manner. After the first outcry he went on, "You even cry out as though someone were touching you in the best way possible." it was all he could do not to chuckle now, "You see, when you experience a pain long enough, you can accept it. Once you can accept it, it will even begin to feel good."
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				Post by: <strong>Fireeyes</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 07:26:58</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She eased as his finger left her gash and let him guide her head back down on the cushion of the seat.&nbsp; She raised a brow at what he said he thought she was feeling, "Throes of pleasure." She laughed softly, it wasn't that what he said was funny as in the indication he made.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She tried not to allow herself to show any more pain after his words.&nbsp; Her teeth clenched and she forced herself to close her eyes.&nbsp; Talk she told herself, that might help get your mind....."The only touch I have felt is that of my master trying to beat a vision from me.&nbsp; Salve was not put on my wounds, simple herbs dunked in water were applied.&nbsp; My other ability helps my wounds not scar....Most the time." 
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				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 07:37:37</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Any scars you get with me shall be earned, and not heedlessly given." he said gently, moving through the wounds faster now. No matter how much she tried to hide it, she felt every intimation of his finger, and he enjoyed every second of it. Moments like this ended much too quickly. Then again, thats what slaves are for! <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Your beauty will know it's rewards with me, and I shall touch you in ways you never thought possible." 
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				Post by: <strong>Fireeyes</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 07:43:15</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She wasn't sure if the idea of him scarring her his way and not for the fun of making her scar made her feel better or worry.&nbsp; She had no time for worrying.&nbsp; She indeed felt every motion, every touch of his finger as he applied the salve to her bear back.&nbsp; She hissed once as his finger seemed to delve deeper than earlier on one of the wounds.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She was taken back by his words though.&nbsp; No one has ever touched her in ways he was speaking of.&nbsp; Then again, she had no idea what exactly he was planning or if she would be able to withstand of what he spoke of.&nbsp; "I do not know of what kind of response you would find deemable to this comment." She glanced back at him for a moment, "I ....... the guy you killed.&nbsp; The one who owned me....was my uncle." 
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				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 08:02:57</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "He was nothing." Dismer said, pressing a finger into the wound he was treating and holding it in place. "Would an uncle have done this to you? I think not!" royalty crept into his voice there, and he smiled again, easing his finger through the rest of the wound. "If you are scarred under my ownership, it will be because you disobeyed me. I am not some moronic shopowner who needs to scar people to prove a point. Some of your punishments for disobeying me will hurt worse than anything he ever did to you, but mine you will enjoy." sure of himself, he continued administering her wounds in silence. 
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				Post by: <strong>Fireeyes</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 08:10:33</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She listened in silence as he spoke of her previous master.&nbsp; She cared nothing for the previous man.&nbsp; A true Uncle would never of enslaved her.&nbsp; She understood that much.&nbsp; She felt him push the finger into the wound and bit her lip hard to keep from crying out.&nbsp; She felt though on the verge of letting herself go into that other state of Astral Projection.&nbsp; She fought the urge to do so and instead followed the silence he started.&nbsp; There was not a sound beside her soft breathing that could be heard from her.&nbsp; She managed to keep from crying out when his finger hit a sensitive spot on her delicate skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Majesty's Muse (Fire &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 08:23:00</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Finishing up, he pressed a healer's cloth to the salve all over her back, making sure that it stuck, then massaged her shoulders for a while. "I know you can not trust me as yet, Katalina. You know you are a slave. This,&nbsp; I wont change. However, before we are through, you will give yourself to me of your own free will." Rising, and sitting beside her, he went on, "You may rise now, Katalina."
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				Post by: <strong>Fireeyes</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 02:27:55</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She glanced over her shoulder at him once while he massaged them.&nbsp; He spoke of trust and slavery in the same sentence.&nbsp; Did they even go hand in hand." She rose up and crossed her legs then let her hands drop into her lap.&nbsp; She did indeed feel a bit better with the salve on.&nbsp; "Thank you for applying the salve, Mi'lord.&nbsp; I didn't intend for you to be burdened with it."&nbsp; she glanced at him, keeping off the subject of her giving herself to him on her own free will.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She reached out and gently touched his arm.&nbsp; Her eyes turned cloudy white.&nbsp; Her touch was but a feather upon his arm, but it was all she required.&nbsp; "You have an important meeting with someone that comes with guards.&nbsp; Beware his first in command for he may try and take your life." She closed her eyes, when she opened them they were the beautiful sapphire blue. "I saw him with a knife, one hidden beneath his breastplate, he went at you with it." She sighed and looked to the side resting her head in her hand.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: His Majesty's Muse (Fire &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 05:36:53</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; Turning to the young woman beside him, he took a gentle hold of her chin and guided her face up, leaning in to kiss her lips softly. Such, he thought, was a fitting reward for the warning. Indeed, if the warning was accurate, he may have to give her a much better reward later. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;By the way she kissed him, she had not kissed many before, and so he made the gesture last a long time, savoring her. Pulling away gently, he waited until her eyes opened from the kiss, and then he smiled gently. "Such was not a burden. You are most valuable to me." He played with her chin with his thumb gently, enjoying the way her lower lip moved slightly with each slight caress. Perhaps she would be more valuable to him than he initially thought. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: His Majesty's Muse (Fire &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fireeyes</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 05:56:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Katalina's eyes widened at first when he kissed her.&nbsp; She had no idea where it came from.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was soft though despite his hardened eyes.&nbsp; She closed her eyes and attempted to follow his lead, this was the very first man who had kissed her so gently.&nbsp; She didn't know what to do with herself.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She didn't know kisses lasted so long and seemed to brace to pull away.&nbsp; Just as she was about to though he moved from her lips.&nbsp; She took a breath and opened those stunning blue eyes to find him looking at her and the smile....it seemed genuine.&nbsp; She would look slightly lost but intrigued.&nbsp; She obviously had something to learn because he was not playing by the same rules as her previous owner.&nbsp; "I only hope to prove my value to you." She said softly, it was almost a whisper as she searched his eyes with hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: His Majesty's Muse (Fire &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 06:17:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Your value is already proven." He kept that smile for a few moments, and pulled her close, holding her head against his chest for a few moments. When the three raps that signified the end of the trip brought him out of his revery, he gently sat her back, and rose. Not waiting for his servants, he opened the carriage door himself and dropped to the ground. Directly the sniveling simpletons to help Katalina out of the carriage, and to mind her back if they didn't want theirs to appear as sausage, he strode up to the group of honored warriors he was supposed to be meeting, eschewing the handshake of his fellow, Lord Dunemare. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Drawing close to the captain of his personal guard, he approached him as one would a personal friend. Instead of clapping his arms around him however his slid his right arm underneath the man's breastplate. Finding the dagger his new servant had warned him of, he withdrew it and gave the man a wry grin. A few sputters of an explanation was all the unfortunate man freed from his lips before Dismer did draw him into an intimate hug, driving the dagger through the back of his neck and holding him in placed as he choked his way to the afterlife, to the protests of his fellows. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Finally, dropping him, he placed the dagger's hilt in the stunned hand of Lord Dunemare, and finally spoke. "This of course, will change our deal. I demand all the land we have been speaking over. If I do not recieve it, I will ride through your courtyard by the end of the campaigning season." wheeling about, he strode back to the carriage with purpose. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: His Majesty's Muse (Fire &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fireeyes</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 13:24:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Katalina was helped out of the carriage carefully.&nbsp; They apparently held him in high regard as they were very careful not to touch her back.&nbsp; She stood a few feet away and watched as her master approached the man she remembered from her vision.&nbsp; It was in awe she watched him maneuver and pull the dagger she warned him of from his breastplate.&nbsp; She was pleased that her vision helped to protect him and even more pleased that for him the visions seem clear.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She bowed her head as her Master approached and then glanced over his shoulder at the awe stricken Lord Dunemare.&nbsp; She even went so far as to smile slightly towards Dismer.&nbsp; She apparently proved him well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: His Majesty's Muse (Fire &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 14:33:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Ignoring the smile from Katalina, Dismer cajoled the small procession of his personal assistants until he could see clearly that they were turning the column around. Enjoying the small glances he was able to get of the stunned Lord Dunemare, he pondered the girls importance. He could not address her as anything but what she was, to do so would invite more attempts upon his life from his court. Even with such a seer as she at his hand, there was no way she could completely protect him. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; No, he would keep her ability, and their relationship, a secret. he would of course have to swear her to secrecy, but that was of little consequence. Not only that, but he thought the girl slightly aroused him. That of course was quite rare, as he could have any woman in the kingdom he wanted. There was something innocent and untamed to her, something simple. Something to explore then. Once the caravan had been turned around and loaded itself up again, he climbed into his carriage, then allowing his servants to lift Katalina into the carriage and latch the door once again. Once jostling their way back home, he spoke, "You did me a great service today, I may have been wounded or worse without such warning." He finally smiled at her again. "Such things will not go unrewarded." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: His Majesty's Muse (Fire &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fireeyes</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 22:54:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She watched as they turned the caravan and followed Dismer onto the carriage with help from his servants.&nbsp; Those that serve him as she knew she would.&nbsp; She bowed her head to him as she sat down on the seat opposite him.&nbsp; Letting her hands fall again to her lap.&nbsp; She looked up when he began speaking to her again.&nbsp; He smiled again, for some reason she liked it when he smiled.&nbsp; It softened his handsome features just enough.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>She shrugged slightly, "I only do what I was born to do.&nbsp; Without my ability i would bring you no value." She knew this to be quite true.&nbsp; She looked up and smiled "Thank you for the compliment though.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: His Majesty's Muse (Fire &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 01:05:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Katalina obviously didn't understand what he meant. Rising, he moved to sit beside her again, pulling her head gently against his breastplate and letting his hand fall between her thighs gently, finding her womanhood and placing gentle tension there, his wrist flicking back and forth gently. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"I would have taken you whether you had this ability or not. Your beauty ensures that." He kissed the very crown of her head softly, the smell of her hair filling his nostrils.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"You having this ability just makes you that much <em>more</em> to me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: His Majesty's Muse (Fire &amp; Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fireeyes</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 03:38:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She had a feeling of what he meant but never actually thought of her sensuality as anything but what a guy made it to be.&nbsp; She was lucky enough that out of fear that she would withhold her gift, her uncle allowed no one to break her in that way.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She gasped in surprise and clutched at the furs he wore, "Mi'Lord?!" she managed to breathe out in a slightly surprised yelp.&nbsp; Her head lifted and tilted upwards slightly as he kissed the crown of her head, her confused yet surprised and maybe touch of curious eyes met his.&nbsp; "You are like no other I have served." she barely managed to get out as her hand gently went to his wrist and she replaced her head on his breastplate.&nbsp; She planned on deterring him with that motion but instead her hand just gently touched his wrists.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her eyes changed and she quieted for a moment.&nbsp; They quickly returned but so did a blush that spread right over her beautiful face.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
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