**Celebration free companionship at Casa Hansen**

HANSEN & FREYA

     Today,  this year of gor 10175 on the 11th hand of the passage, beginning of the month (February 9, 2025, Earth date) we will celebrate  Free Companionship of Sir Ans and Lady Freya.

The most beautiful flowers bloomed at Casa Hansen, bringing with them a portent of love and overcoming. Their scent hung in the air, enveloping the guests who came from various cities in Gor to witness the union of this couple whose history teaches us that love is a gift for those who know how to cultivate it.

The evening began with a dazzling performance by the girls from the Gorean Brazil Dance group, who enchanted everyone before the arrival of the bride, Lady Freya. As she crossed the path to her destination, she could not contain her emotion upon seeing the decorations carefully prepared for her big day.

lady Suya cerimonier

 Accompanying her was her fiancé, Sir Ans, whose gaze revealed deep feelings, kept to be fully delivered at this unique moment. The sparkle in the eyes of the most beautiful northern couple announced that, from today onwards, they would be the lords of Casa Hansen.

 The girls of the house did not hide their smiles or tears when they saw their masters celebrating a union forged with seriousness and pride. The ceremony Binding hands and blood (Dagger) was conducted with due honor by the scribe Suya, whose solemn conduct gave even more prestige to the union, sealing this commitment before the gods.

THE DANCER

Today the North is in celebration. The three moons of Gor illuminate the skies, shedding their light on the couple, while the gods, in their grace, bless and strengthen this union, making it solid and unbreakable.

Escrito por Suya el Nairad 

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Monday, February 10, 2025

THE GREAT HONORABLE OASIS OF THE TWO SCIMITARS

   After Lady Kallis' departure, Suya prepared to leave for the north. I would accompany her for a while, then I would return to organize everything necessary to participate in the En-Kara fair, on the occasion of the Gorean new year.   I accompanied Suya to the Wosk Delta, she would continue with a delegation of merchants towards the House of Hansen, there Sir Hansen and Lady Freya would celebrate their companionship ceremony, I returned with my ship we crossed the gulf until we sighted the coast of the city of Brundisium, but a sudden storm coming from the South took us out to sea pushing us towards the East on the Wosk River, at this point the commander of the ship decided to continue until we reached a safe port and repair the torn sails of the cyclone that had hit us.

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sir Trygg Admin

  We came in sight of Port Cos, we decided to stop, after a few days we repaired the sails and loaded the provisions, we returned on our route towards the south of Thassa, after a few weeks, we finally arrived on the coast of the Shendi region, the ship had some cargo to be sent to the Merchants and I took advantage of it to visit the new rebuilt Korat, but the friends of the past were no longer there, everything had changed I had spent a few years of my youth in that dark and gloomy city on the hill, before the Panthers attacked and destroyed it, but I have already told you this story other times.

sir Arson HoC Merchant

   A few days passed, I was a guest of the head of the Merchants, an old friend of mine who was a native of Argentum, one morning while we were together at the port, a Caravan Chief asked us for information on the desert, and the best track to get to the Oasis of the two Scimitars, I still had some maps in my trunk and I told the man that I would help him and take him to the Oasis on condition that he go with them, many years had passed since I had been to the Oasis for the En-Kara fair and I wanted to see it again and meet the new administrators, they had told me about two brothers, and I was curious to meet them.

sir franken

    Finally after crossing half the Thahari desert we came in sight of the mighty walls of that Oasis, it was well fortified and well guarded, it was difficult for anyone to enter without a pass from the Commander of the guards, so after having handed over the documents and introduced myself as Pasha of the Oasis of the seven palms, I finally entered that beautiful oasis.

     I was assigned the slave Lhin as a guide, he took me around, roaming from one place to another, showing me palaces and fountains with flowers everywhere and trees, after showing me all the palaces, we finally arrived in the square where there is a large well, I remember the fair I had attended had been set up there, the memories surfaced at that time I was a Magistrate and worked with Lady Jiinny.

     

Finally I take myself to the great museum of the historical figures of the Oasis, from the old founding leaders to the present day, many men and women who have made the Oasis of the Two Scimitars great,

It was there that I met Strada and Sir Trygg Tyler, the two administrators were together with the caste leader of the Merchants, we talked about the old times, the current situations and the fair that we would soon go to together, in the evening tired I returned to my tent outside the walls, I would return soon to talk to them, I wanted to know the history of the Oasis........................

             THE LHIN STORY - THE SLAVE PANI

 arrive at the oasis of the two scimitars and I meet a very interesting figure, Lhin is his name and despite being a slave he has a noble bearing that intrigued me and I asked him to tell me his story which I report below... happy reading

Lhin was born into slavery on the pani island called Kageyama. As halfbreed of a pani mother and unknown father, the daimyo allowed him to live but as slave. As soon as old enough, he had to work in the mines, a fact that helped him to grow a lean strong body. Pani understand to feed their slaves well, so they not get sick easily and can work harder. But on the other hand they are very bound to their traditions and honor and a halfbreed is often seen as disgrace. Lhin has to face this rejection daily and so the young slave grows up humble and shy, but also grateful to the daimyo that his life was spared.

DARIAN MET  LHIN

Once turned 18, Lhin was able to escape and after moons of dangerous travels, he stranded more dead than alive on the lands of Feral Woods. The owner of a farm, master Emrys was kind and not only attending Lhin's wounds but also offering food and shelter. This is how Lhin learned to work with animals and on the fields .The farm was often attacked by panthers and to protect the people, animals and the harvest, master Emrys encouraged his boys to practice with the bow and simple melee weapons. With the help of especially the two slave brother Loren and Kayden, Lhin was able to reach a quite nice level in combat, some abilities that might help him in several situations and not only when sent out to skirmish with his brothers. Once they been stealing in the Oasis of Two Scimitars, got caught and Loren was killed right in front of Lhin's eyes, a trauma the young halfbreed never got over with. Lhin managed to escape but only short after, master Emrys closed the farm and moved on, selling the boys and so Lhin ended on the chain of his former brother Kayden who after manumission took the rank of commander in Hinansho where he was able to level up his combat skills.

After their island was abandoned, his owner chose the life as mercenary and Lhin was given as guard to a "noble man". Once they arrived in Curra, this man left Lhin behind without paying the bills and so Lhin ended on the leash of the honored rune priest Vidar Ravenwhite who paid the debts and saving Lhin from a life as city slave. Sadly Curra was destroyed and so they had to move on, found a new place for live in the oasis of two scimitars.

One day Lhin's owner decides to travel north. Surprised by a heavy sandstorm they get separated in the Tahari. Lhin had to give up the desperate search for his master and finally arrived at the Isles of Tira, the planned destination of their travel. For several moons Lhin used the caves of Tira as base for his scouting and hunting for any signs of his owner, always hiding to avoid to end in the kennels as abandoned slave. But his nocturnal hunts for food remnants in the city were highly risky of being discovered.

The search for his master Vidar brought Lhin back to the Oasis of 2 Scimitars where he hoped to find any hints in the former house of Vidar, hints that might give Lhin new ideas where to look for his owner. When he broke into the city in the night, he is captured and tortured by bandits of the Scimitar underground. Badly wounded he is found by the young green apprentice Terje, who saved the life of the pani halfbreed and took him as slave. Sadly for his education, Terje had to travel a lot, unable to care for his boy. So after a few moons, he manumitted the overly surprised halfbreed.

But unprepared Lhin struggled a lot with his new situation as free even warrior. During that time he had the luck to buy the kajirus Maynad. Both are quickly connected and feel like brothers ever since. When the pani lord Ryota stepped into the warrior's life, the young pani lord quickly reminded Lhin about his true nature and place as halfbreed and so finally Lhin submitted to Ryota to step back into the slave life he is used to with Maynad as his chain brother. 

Lhin proved his loyalty and devotion in many occasions, was sometimes rented out as fighting kajirus to help other cities to defend. All to bring honor and coins for his owner. And so Ryota honored the halfbreed with his personal brand, the first in the young life of Lhin. 

 FROM TASHID TO TURMUS

We left the oasis when the sun was already high, it was predicted to be another hot day, at the port the few merchants who were stationed on the dock watched with curiosity our departure.

Suya my companion and Queen was very happy to be able to travel, sometimes she was bored alone she spent her time with the slaves and walking in the square on our little island, not that she didn't love the Oasis of the Seven Palms, but she was born and lived in the north and didn't mind meeting and talking to other people.

The captain of the ship asked me if I already had a certain destination, I was still undecided whether to go north or head towards the coast of Shendi, to make a first stop at the oasis of Isfahan,

or continue and stop at the city of Brindisum or that of Baku, there was not much wind and the ship glided slowly, Suya and I in the cabin looked at the maps until we decided to go and visit the new oasis of Tashid again, after the new reconstruction done by lady Lilly.

We had not been present at the big inauguration party, in those days we were in Isfahan for the Bazaar and the meeting of the representatives of the salt road, and I wanted to see my friends Yusud and his mother lady Mae again and who knows if we would finally meet sir Umar congo Mae's companion, difficult to meet him always traveling with his business.

I noticed that Suya reluctantly accepted the destination, she was born in the North and is never comfortable traveling in the desert and wearing the veil, I also wanted to understand if we could have a job in that oasis for some time, but we were disappointed when we discovered that all the positions were assigned to members of the Combo family, but we learned this later, when we arrived at the Oasis we were surprised by the beauty of the palaces and houses with wide streets and large areas with fountains and many trees and flowers.

On the platform we met Sir Yusud, the son of Lady Mae and Pasha Congo, he is the heir to the throne and I think he became Vizier, he welcomed us with friendship even though at that moment other visitors crowded the port square, he showed us the way to visit the small city in the oasis and the large palace, I no longer had the house in Tashid as before nor the office of the editorial office of the newspaper '' gazette of moons '' now we lived in our oasis and without a job in Tashid it was useless.

e Oasis, still lady Lilly was completing the finishing touches here and there, everyone was busy so we left. heading towards the North to reach the river Wosk and the city of turmus, in that city governed by lady Selia I had been well, I would have met sir Nicholas the slaver and other friends, but I never expected to meet an old friend Scriba known in Cartassa and worked together in other cities.

Lady Kallis this is her name, I had not seen her for years, we were very good friends at that time she was promised to sir Finthor, but he fell in love with his slave Yiyi, I freed her by choosing her as a companion, I was secretly in love with lady Kallis, and there was a moment where I almost managed to conquer her but little Yiyi, set a trap for me and lady Kallis cut all the bridges that I had meticulously built between us, and she, now destroyed by the betrayal of her companion, left the city of Cartassa leaving for the North.

I was very happy to meet her, we talked about the old times and the path we had taken, I invited her to our oasis of the seven palms and she accepted, willingly, we would surely meet again as soon as she finished her work in the city of Turmus.

I met lady Selia together with the healer (pisichian) of Turmus who together with other ladies were standing in a square sitting and chatting, with Selia we have been friends for many years, I worked as a magistrate and Editor in Turmu s for some time and I was happy I liked the great traffic of its port, and after introducing Suya and chatting a little we said goodbye and left for the Oasis.

A few weeks later we were pleasantly surprised by the arrival of Lady Kallis, and at the same time very happy and proud to show her the Oasis and our great palace, we had demolished the old one and built a much larger one with marbles and fountains, Lady Kallis stayed with us for a few days until one morning she left for her small village in the North, we resumed our lives happily with our people….

 JOURNEY IN THE TAHARI DESERT

RARIUS YUROKI

After our visit to the Tashid oasis, recently rebuilt, bigger and more beautiful, my sweet Suya and I set off again to return to our Oasis of the seven palms, we knew the journey would not be easy, it is very long, so when we heard about the fair at the Isfahan oasis in Shendi we decided to stop for a few days.

PASHA ANKHAMAAT

During the fair there was a meeting of six representatives of the STA, the salt route, I would have met Sir Yuroki and Lady Sabayna his companion, Sir Hember the Pasha and many other noble representatives, I was perplexed when I entered the meeting hall to find myself in front of Sir Abraham, he represented the city of Var, as head of the Scribe and Magistrate caste, a job that Sir Varn had initially assigned to me but I don't know why he changed the cards on the table and took all the positions, and I left the city of Varm disappointed and sad.

QUEEN MONIQUE 

During the meeting we discussed the possibility of increasing the price of Klima red salt, but in the end it was only established that the salt would have a minimum base price and then add the cost of transport, and after a few days we left for the oasis after the departure a camel driver told us about a new lost Oasis, he remembered that the queen was called Monique, it was then that Suya, with eyes full of tears told me that Monique was her great childhood friend and that she had not seen for a long time, we agreed with the caravan that they would leave us near that new oasis.

OASI  NORTHER KINGDOOM

We arrived at the oasis the sun was already high. the golden roofs of the great palace surrounded by tall columns sparkled in the sky, sir Ankhamaat welcomed us with all the honors together with his companion Monique, he guided us through large flower gardens and fountains with high jets flowers everywhere and birds flying between the trees, armed guards watched over the great palace and the merchants stationed in the square in front of the palace.

After a long tour through the rooms of that palace with golden decorations and large curtains at the windows cushions and carpets everywhere Suya and I were happy that her friend had become a queen, we stopped at the tea room for a few hours to discuss and we promised ourselves to see each other again soon in our oasis, in the end we said goodbye and left to return to the castra house ''The Oasis of the seven palms''

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Lady Elphie Silverclaw

 MY FAMILY IS A COLORFUL  AND BEAUTYFUL GARDEN

The memory of it, like the scent of every flower, calls me home,

My grandfather and grandmother are the tall sentinel pines that grow.

Their scent is always with us, no matter where we go,

They border the snows, that feed our waterfalls, that flow endlessly.

The minerals and riches stored where the waters foam noisily,

When the weather warms, the color of our garden is on display.

My mother is a blue-petalled dahlia, her many little petals are so perfect,

Standing tall and so wise, so strong her spirit shining, the nucleus of the family.

My father is a scarlet red rose, his soft petals match his menace

So tempting his strength, yet the thorns designed to harm, to protect, the means.

These are my parents, their love is shared with those they wish to protect.

Their counsel is wise, their time is precious but they provide shelter for all.

My aunt is like her sister a beautiful Dahlia, but one Black as the midnight kiss

Deep, mysterious and rare, her presence makes an occasion truly divine.

My sister is a delicate Pink Orchid, her scent is sweet as a wish,

Expensive, unique and rare, whose delicate petals cascade so elegantly and finely.

Yet I am a little Blue Iris, easy to trample, overlook or lose,

I am perfectly formed as if by design, my stem is straight as a line.

Without the White Snows, the Green Pines, the Red Rose or the Dahlias, combined,

The truth is that neither the Iris nor the Orchid in SL would exist, or even be alive.

Swaying in the gentle breeze of our garden, my family is truly happily intertwined

Here at Ka'Zahr, let our beautiful garden bloom, let us thrive.

Under a blue sky our colorful garden is kept

This is where I am happiest, visit and see what flower you might find?

Lady Elphie Silverclaw. by Ka'Zahr

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 La mia famiglia è un giardino colorato e meraviglioso

Il ricordo di ciò, come il profumo di ogni fiore, mi chiama a casa,

Mio nonno e mia nonna sono gli alti pini sentinella che crescono.

Il loro profumo è sempre con noi, non importa dove andiamo,

Confinano con le nevi, che alimentano le nostre cascate, che scorrono senza fine.

I minerali e le ricchezze depositate dove le acque schiumano rumorosamente,

Quando il tempo si riscalda, il colore del nostro giardino è in mostra.

Mia mamma è una dalia dai petali blu, i suoi tanti piccoli petali sono così perfetti,

Ergendosi alta e così saggiamente, così forte il suo spirito splendente, il nucleo della famiglia.

Mio padre è una rosa rossa scarlatta, i suoi morbidi petali si abbinano alla sua minaccia

Così allettante la sua forza, eppure le spine progettate per danneggiare, proteggere, i mezzi.

Questi sono i miei genitori, il loro amore è condiviso con coloro che desiderano proteggere.

Il loro consiglio è saggio, il loro tempo prezioso ma forniscono riparo per tutti.

Mia zia è come sua sorella una bella Dalia, ma una Nera come il bacio di mezzanotte

Profonda, misteriosa e rara, la sua presenza rende un'occasione davvero divina.

Mia sorella è una delicata Orchidea Rosa, il suo profumo è dolce come un desiderio,

Costosa, unica e rara, i cui delicati petali cadono a cascata in modo così elegante e fine.

Eppure sono una piccola Iris Blu, facile da calpestare, trascurare o perdere,

Sono perfettamente formata come per disegno, il mio gambo è dritto come una linea.

Senza le Nevi Bianche, i Pini Verdi, la Rosa Rossa o le Dalie, combinate,

La verità è che né l'Iris né l'Orchidea in SL esisterebbero, o sarebbero addirittura vivi.

Ondeggiando nella dolce brezza del nostro giardino, la mia famiglia è veramente felicemente intrecciata

Qui a Ka'Zahr, facciamo fiorire il nostro bellissimo giardino, prosperiamo.

Sotto un cielo azzurro è custodito il nostro giardino colorato

È qui che sono più felice, visita e guarda quale fiore potresti trovare?

Lady Elphie Silverclaw. di Ka'Zahr

30/01/202

 COMMEMORATION FOR THE GREAT  ''TOSH '' (TOSHNEA WULLUF)

TOSH

I didn't want to believe it, when Lady Sabayna sent me a message telling me that our friend Tosh was no longer there. I suffered a lot even though we haven't seen each other often lately, but initially in the first years in Gor we met in different cities living together.

Of course she is not the first to leave us, even the Goreans live 300 years, she preferred to return to the vast prairie of the sky, she will blend in with her beauty among the flowers of the meadows, and who knows if from up there she will not guide us in some roleplay all together.

There was the commemoration in Gor and many Gorean friends participated, they remembered her in her honesty and beauty and in her entrepreneurial spirit, She built cities and lived in others we will remember her forever.

( Below is the obituary Sir Harry read for her ) R:I:P: TOSH..............................

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Harry Horchester ruft:

Today we gather to honor the memory of an extraordinary woman, Toshnea Wulluf (sometimes mysterious), born into the Navajo Nation with Apache roots, whose legacy will forever be etched in our hearts. Her kindness, compassion and generosity knew no bounds, inspiring countless people along her journey.

: She was a shining example of community spirit, always willing to lend a helping hand, offer words of encouragement or provide guidance when needed. Her selflessness and dedication to the well-being of others earned her the respect and admiration of all who were privileged to know her.

In Second Life, and Gor in particular, she created a haven for Goreans by creating a thriving community in The Lost City, Noddfa and Teletus. With her sims, she created spaces where people could gather, share stories, and find solace. Her love for our community was matched only by her commitment to fostering connections between those who lived there.

: Her presence may be gone, but the impact of her life will remain with us forever. We take comfort in knowing that her legacy lives on through the countless lives she touched, the relationships she nurtured, and the community she helped build.

We remember her warmth, her laughter, and her unwavering optimism. We remember her willingness to listen, her empathy for others, and her ability to bring people together. These are the qualities that defined her as a person and will continue to inspire us in our own lives.

As we say goodbye, let us hold dear the memories of this extraordinary woman, our wonderful friend, Tosh. Let us strive to emulate her kindness, compassion, and generosity. And when we face challenges or uncertainties, we draw strength from the knowledge that she is no longer with us, but her spirit will always be a part of our lives.

: Rest in peace, Tosh. I will always remember you and hold you in my heart. May your journey be guided by love, light, and the warmth of the sun. She has gone to her true home, to be among her ancestors.

SOME FRIENDS PRESENT

Pixie stik

Talon greyheart

Asha Blackwood

Sidra Venimum

Njal goldjarl

Augustus Blade

Firelly Doobie

Zoe (Starling)

Delaney firehart           

Rikki (Falworth)

Basona Steel

Tira Rhode

Tia Abattoir

Bea Lael

Menia ( aleshanee burnett)

Anomie (isis eagle)

Christian Graig

Sekia (violet 325)

Sabayna (tremlais)

and much more........................................................

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                             KO RO BA -KAJIRES DANCE -26-01-2025

 

SIR FALCONER 

Appointment with the dances of the kajires of Gor, they punctually perform at Ko Ro Ba, delighting us with their beauty and their imagination, the Goreans come from every part of the planet to attend, and I together with my beloved Suya left from the oasis of Tashid, we had gone at the invitation of my friend Lady Mae to visit the reconstruction of the oasis, transforming it into a small and thriving town with its port crossroads of many trades, but they kept the old name of Oasis of Tashid.

LADY ARETA

The journey was rather long, tired but happy to be able to attend the new dance event, we would have met a Kajira named Esther who lives in the house of Hansen, where we are Magistrate and scribe Suya, so we anxiously await her turn to dance and admired the beautiful Esther dancing.

It was an experience that was renewed, and I hope that soon we could return for a new evening.......

 Lojal (raven.daxeline): Right hand sweeping in an arc she scoops up the water, letting it fly around her.  Appearing to savour the freedom that a hard working bond maid can know she moves in a flirtatious manner, enough to catch the watchful eye of the Hold Jarl himself, though this bond is known to favour a certain blacksmith.  Stirring the water to swirl around her, firm breast bouncing as she dances

Perhaps the Jarls are slow to call her to them, perhaps they know the girl needs an ihn or two but she looks to the path they took and moves in a way to ignite desire.  Pouting a little, she seems to be wondering if the kajirae they captured...the silkies...are taking all of their attention.  "I know their ways," she murmurs, "let Lojal show you".

Slowing her dance, she turns as if to admire the beauty of Torvaldsland and breathe in the scent of the land, fresh from a summer storm.  Fingers stretch out as if she might tough the very peaks of the mountains that she sees, feet slide over the ground so unlike that of the southern cities.  For a moment she echoes the dance of a kajira and then lets it go.

Stepping forward she lowers her body, opening her thighs and pulsing in a wanton display to show the desire that burns within her.  Rising up she shimmies slowly as hands lift, in a display of the curves that Jarls covet.  The chains on her left foot chime out again and she frowns once more, moving in a way that might shake it from her so it might be tossed into Thassa.

"Lojal!"  The cry comes for her to hurry but she hesitates as if a small dance for Odin might be required, if he should ever look to a bond then let it be to her.

Displaying a body intended for the pleasure of the Jarls of the North she savours her return to Torvaldsland.  "Lojal!"  Comes a cry.  She kneels, thanking Odin before rising up to hurry after the men she serves

 Darla (darlagraysun) cherish the hours of life because it is too short. She danced in the rain and smelled the flowers, remembering other's care.

one day she discovered that she was fierce, strong, full of fire, and that not even she could hold herself back because her passion burned brighter than her fear.

(izabellywolf.sorbet) fell to her knees on the grass, tears streaming down her desolate face. Her fingers stretched into the void, seeking in vain to touch, one last time, the beard that once brought her comfort. The heat of the fire halted her gesture, leaving her touch lost in longing. Around her, her sisters bowed under the weight of grief. In a chorus of tears, they rose, trembling, before the pyre, as the flames whispered a farewell as deep as the fire consumed

] ઇઉ Cαℓℓүσρε ઇઉ (sawannadileon) The mournful heart sobs erratically, the kajira drinks from the goblet of bitterness and despair. Swings arms and belly as if trying to embrace the one who is gone, finds only the cold wind as a lover and distressed, whimpers towards the pyre. "You are unique to your girl, my Master, my life...my love."

Master, my life...my love."

Esther  (loryell) slides the palm of the delicate hand over the wet face of tears that run through the skin jacked with golden freckles, looks at the necklace's sisters and wonders: “What will our destiny now, without his protection over us? “, with the Master’s departure to the dust’s land, na endless sadness takes over all

12:26] Eshe (selenadacios) dejected by the pain of loss, the once vigorous and imposing body bends in suffering, falls to the knees before the pyre where merciless flames consume the body of the one who possesses the heart and life. The head rises to the scarlet sky and begs for understanding, and memories of the teachings of Master arise in the frightened mind.

Eshe (selenadacios) fights against the pain that pierces the chest like a lances, and even weakened rises from the ground, with the image of the Master in mind. Remembers that she was trained to serve with passion and excellence, breathes deeply, the trembling hands wipe the incessant tears from eyes and  whispers to the wind... "I will remain strong, Master, for your honor."

Lala Roussel: Pronto Maestro, per favore

lala (lala.roussel) wakes and hisses briefly at the tender brand forever marking this girl. Smiles remembering the night before as fingers trace along curves with a newness then brushes the metal band declaring who owns her. Takes a deep breath as a veil lifts from a slumbering soul filling the slave with life

lala (lala.roussel) extends and curls hearing tunes of a song from a previous life in her mind before drawing to bare feet. Lips vibrate from the soft hums while steps tentatively take the beast back and forth. Arms move through the air playing with rays of light never noticed before.

lala (lala.roussel) hugs and gyrates as the tune continues within bringing a purr from the bound throat. Body moves with new purpose awakening senses dormant until now. Memories of a commanding voice pulls another purr from the owned girl

lala (lala.roussel) whispers, " i am His? Yes, His...ohh, you are a slave, lala..." laughs and sways, "yes, a slave...His hand held the iron.  His hand locked this collar. i belong to Him...at His whim...for His pleasure. i am free...la kajira!

Tersa Vella moves slowly, deliberately, puts on a smile to hide the clenched jaw. contains the curses that wishes to slip under breath. Releases the tension in neck and obeys, always obeys. tries oh so hard to hide the displeasing twitch of resentment from this predicament.

Tersa Vella roseate painted lips tremble and press together; fans arms to hide the shaking of hands. the music rings in deafened ears as she struggles to find one's breath and a tightness builds in her chest. dizziness envelopes and a mental fog surrounds, flight or fight rises like a hot flash over reddening skin. a brand's kiss would finish faster than the music's relentless torment.

[12:43] Tersa Vella body bows and kicks on auto-pilot as a flush appears on chest and neck, she changes directions, second guessing steps. tries to regain control from the prickling of tiny hairs rising up the back of her neck and focuses on each cadence. an obvious struggle evident as she presents a tense, languid dance. beauty in the endeavor to express obedience while collapsing, undoubtedly His intention

[12:44] Tersa Vella feet shuffle in the sands and small hands brush quickly to touch the steel collar. stormy blue eyes look down to the ground, unable to meet anyone's eyes, embarrassment worn like a dress over subtle slave flesh. still she moves, distress evident, yet she moves to the once sexy melody now haunting. muddied panicked thoughts wish to flee but her movements still beg to please through shattered vulnerabilities.

Tersa Vella lifts chin and offers a partial smile out of habit, or because it is expected. eyes glossy on the verge of tears as she musters to control the flow and focus on movements. thoughts go blank and with heaviness of limbs she lifts from the pit, a dusting of sand on tan skin and spins to