7-10-19 RolePlay Log

7-10-19 RP Log

[2019/07/10 18:23:56]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me had waked the halls checked the locks, and had a juicy larma in his hand.  He was not yet eating it, but he was giving it some thought.  It was one of the one of the hard shelled endocarp fruits.  He could almost feel the juice filling his mouth.  He looked casually into the cage.  "How is Rowena finding her food?" he asked.

 [2019/07/10 18:27:27]  rowan Held: /me looked at the man as he stood there, bristling with irritation; irritation which was likely evident upon her face but she at least made the effort to check herself before she spoke, "delicious", ok, so she really failed at checking the attitude, that single word dripped like a frozen waterfall from her tongue, a waterfall doused in sarcasm.

[2019/07/10 18:32:34]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me found that hardly believable.  "Oh.  Well then, if you are enjoying it so much, I guess you are not terribly interested in anything I might offer." he began to gently toss the larma back and forth in his hands, up plop, up plop the sound clear in the cells.

[2019/07/10 18:37:23]  rowan Held: She was learning quickly that there was no right answer with him.  her gaze narrowed as she watched him, tormenting her with the fruit.  "what is it you want of me?" she asked, her voice was not harsh, nor was it softly sweet, it was merely a question.  She doubted he would answer and yet she asked it anyway.

 [2019/07/10 18:40:17]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me leaned casually against the wall, just tossing gently and catching the fruit in one hand, as a man is want to do to keep his hand busy.  "Everything" he said watching her his gaze intent.

[2019/07/10 18:42:28]  rowan Held: There was a flicker of surprise in her eyes, of any answer she had envisioned him bothering to make, that wasn't even on the list.  Was he in a mood to reveal anything of himself through an impromptu game of 20 questions?  She pushed her luck... "why?", she asked him, this time at least slightly prepared for some obscure answer.

[2019/07/10 18:45:04]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me let a smile curve up one side of his mouth,  a dimple showing on that cheek.  "You have but to see yourself to know that answer Rowena" came his simple reply set against the plop, plop of his hand game.

[2019/07/10 18:50:44]  rowan Held: Well, that was, again, beyond what she had expected, and was a bit taken aback.  She was unused to men being as forward as that with her.  For a moment, she watched the larma as he tossed it about.  Yep, she was at a loss for words.. and stalling.  "Does a man not desire a companion of beauty then?" she asked.  "What is it about.. this...", she made a sweeping gesture over the skimpy material on her body, as best she could in the chains, "that appeals?".  She had a disdain for slaves, ruled by emotions and so enraptured by their enslavement that they seemed incapable of existing on their own, making the idea of anyone desiring that almost beyond her ability to understand.

[2019/07/10 18:59:24]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me considered it, very carefully, his family was extended enough that he had no need to mate, although he had explored the idea recently.  "Men seek a companion for wealth, and bloodlines, although, mostly it is for wealth." He stopped his tossing and looked directlly at her, there was no doubt that he was looking at her, as a man looks at a slave, a property, something that can be owned, perhaps he owned her, or perhaps he wanted to own her, regardless there  was a weight and depth to that stare that might well take her breath away.

[2019/07/10 19:04:16]  rowan Held: She canted her head, money... she understood as a motivator.  But it still did not make sense in regards to her, for she came from money.  Perhaps he had told the truth, and those horrible women in Ar had arranged this.  It took several ihns for his blatant stare to penetrate her awareness.  Whereas only a moment or two ago, she had nearly considered walking closer to the bars, now she pressed back against the stone wall, her hands trying to reach up and tug those strips of fabric in such a way they might cover more - alas, her hands could not reach when she was standing up, and there certainly wasn't enough material to accomplish anything.  There was no mistaking the way he looked at her and she was actually glad of the belt locked about her waist at the moment.  If she had more questions, the look he gave her silenced them, as her only thought was, in that moment, to put an end to the way he was looking at her.. as if she were something to be devoured.

 [2019/07/10 19:14:12]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me smiled which likely made the look all the more frightening.  Her silence clung around her, as her clothing once had, although it hid nothing at all. He sniffed, obviously and audibly.  "Your scent is quite gone, Rowena, seems the pens might be embedding their unique scent into your pores.

 [2019/07/10 19:18:31]  rowan Held: Once again, that look crossed her face, disdain... irritation... smug haughtiness,  but also the heat of humiliation to color her cheeks.  The words tumbled before she had time to consider them, "and yet this.. is what you desire?  A slave that reeks of the kennels?"  Derision could be heard in her voice, nothing but a cover for the shame his words rained down on her.

 [2019/07/10 19:23:36]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me cracked the shell on his larma, the skin almost spraying as he shelled it, much like an orange.  The sharp citrusy scent exploded into the room as he dropped bits of the peeling on the floor at his feet.  Each bit, making an audible 'thup' as it landed.  "You asked why and I told.  I said nothing about your smell.  Besides, what makes you think you are here for 'my benefit'?" he asked her in return, pulling the first endocarp out, and studying it, as if deciding which end of the section he should eat first.

 [2019/07/10 19:29:04]  rowan Held: What could she say to that, he had only ihns before very clearly commented on her scent - perhaps he was daft, or had suffered some brain injury in the recent past.  She looked at his face, seeking a scar or some hint that he'd suffered such a thing.  Finding none, she merely shrugged.  "then you are in the habit of snatching women from the road to the Sardar, for no reason other than your coin?  Ones whom you make such a specific point of saying they are 'yours' as you did that first night?  Ones whom you claim to want 'everything' from?"  She looked at him openly, sending his words back to him.  She was not like the slaves who were terrified to speak up or to point out incongruity in a man's words - perhaps that was a trait he would one day train out of her.... and perhaps not.

[2019/07/10 19:36:22]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me gestured to the building as a whole. "all who are in the collar here, are 'mine' Rowena.  I hold the key, and it is by my whim or wish that they are bought or sold from my custody.  As to plucking you. How could I do that, likely when you were being 'plucked' as you put it, -- do you mean like removing feathers from a bird? -- " he picked up the threads he had been following.  "I was enroute to here, so how could I arrange or do this nefarious deed you speak of?"  He took a bite, the section was juicy, he slurped on it, and still some of it ran from the corner of his mouth.  He took the rest in a quick bite, and rubbed his palm over the trickle.  He chewed and seemed to be enjoying himself and his larma immensely

[2019/07/10 19:43:42]  rowan Held: He was goading her, she knew.. particularly with the fruit.  "yes, just like plucking a vulo" she said sarcastically.  It was clear his intent was to try to twist her mind, to somehow convince her that the things he had said were not what he had said - if he hadn't forced her to eat the disgusting gruel, it might have worked... wits dulled by hunger, but she well knew the things he had said that first night, that .. whether for his own purpose, or motivated by coin, he had arranged for her to be brought to this kennel, to him.  "and here I thought men prized intelligence in their slaves", her voice was again that haughty ice as she said 'slaves', "and yet you seem to think me a fool?"

[2019/07/10 19:48:59]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me was not going to satisfy her curiosity at this point in the game.  She was much too arrogant yet. a couple of more shards hit the floor, as he pulled the next section out of fruit. He held it between his fingers,and moved his hand near the bars.  "Ah Rowena" he murmured, his gaze once more frankly appraising her.  "What would you offer me for this slice hmm?"

 [2019/07/10 19:55:02]  rowan Held: If he was watching her face, he'd have seen it, no matter how brief the look was there - a hungry look, belly clenched, mouth watering and that tiny lurch of her upper body forward.  If she had been about to move to him, it was quickly quelled by the way he looked at her, again making her shrink back to the wall.  "as of yet, you have done nothing but .... humiliate me - nothing which could not be undone simply by granting me robes and a veil, removing these chains and collar.  if you wish me to offer something, you need to restore me to a position in which I have something TO offer".  No exam had been done, no papers drawn up, no brand, no piercing... untouched by a man - each of these things would have diminished her chance of returning to her status as a free woman, and she was keeping careful track of those details.  Of course, the unspoken was... that the moment he might restore her freedom, she would rain fire and fury down on him, spending every coin at her disposal to see him reduced to tatters and in his own circle of steel.

 [2019/07/10 19:59:21]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me only smirked, there was no other word for the grin that split his face, making both of his dimples pop into appearance.  "Sure you have plenty still to bargain with Rowena" He noted her movements, her eagerness and her fears, both of which he seemed to encourage in different levels.  He slowly brought the section back, his maw opening and he popped it in like a grape. Chewing slow, his eyes looking closed, a hint of blissful pleasure as more of the tart fruit scent filled the foetid chamber.

 [2019/07/10 20:05:22]  rowan Held: And just like that?  She was prepared to starve herself to death rather than give him what he wanted from her.  The three moons could have begun splintering into golden tarsks to spill from the sky and she would not have picked up even one to offer him in exchange for that fruit.  Was she unbreakable?  Of course not, but as long as she had anger to steel her will it would be a tedious process to wear her down, and he continued poking at her just when she might be close to softening just a bit.  As if to ensure she did not come closer to him, she sat down on the floor, in the typical kneel of a free woman..  She said nothing in response to his words, merely looked at him.

 [2019/07/10 20:24:19]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me laughed, the sound was sturdy and broad.  The hard surfaces of  the pens bounced it at her, as if in mocking waves of humour at her  attempts to pretend she was not a slave.  He looked to one of the under slavers, "See to it she is appropriately dressed for her appointment tomorrow" he told them.  Meaning that they were to go in there, and forcibly undress her.  "Just let her see you have the goad, she may even help you to take her 'shields' away." As a rule, a slaver did not buy a slave that was not naked first, nor were the animals generally penned in clothing.  The pens could be quite filthy.  He considered her a bit longer, deciding on if he wanted her kept down here, or if she would look better in one of the smaller cages. He would make that decision tomorrow.  As he discussed his wishes for the girl, he made no effort to be discreet, nor was he actually projecting so she could hear.

 [2019/07/10 20:30:23]  rowan Held: /me heard his words, and she definitely wanted to demand just what he meant by that, but she was done talking.  Her jaw clenched tight, the dainty vein at the hollow of her throat pulsated with every thud of her furious heart.  Wild kailia could not have pulled her voice from her throat just then.  Whatever plan he had for her, she was going to do her damndest to make sure it did not go as he might have planned - goad or not.  She was rapidly descending into a point where death would be preferable to whatever games he sought to play with her and if her entire life would now be this sort of existence?  She wasn't sure it was a life she wanted.  Granted, it could be the tasteless gruel and the stench of the pens that was wearing her nerves, time would tell.

[2019/07/10 20:36:26]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me finished his discussion, and carelessly dropped two of the endcarps as he was eating them, and had been talking, he even shared out a few to the guard, which is likely how they hit the floor by the woman's cage, as he turned to go his foot carelessly trod upon the fruit, not crushing it, but breaking the skins, as he passed.

 [2019/07/10 20:39:11]  rowan Held: She watched as he left.... and wondered how she had spent that first day in that cell hoping he might show back up.  He was.... despicable, and the tirade that was ranting through her mind stayed, wisely, in her thoughts.  She noted the fruit dropping to the ground, just as she noticed the way he simply stepped upon the pieces.  It did not matter, he could have starved her and she would not have moved to the bars to grab those two pieces of fruit.  Anger was the defense of all free women and it was, at that point, the only thing she had left.

[2019/07/10 20:48:02]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me rubbed at his face.  He was pretty much winging it.  He had assisted with the processing of thousands of free women, and he knew all the steps backward and forward, so, why was he treating this one so different.  They broke hard, and fast, generally in the first three days.  He was still unclear how she had not fractured in the long journey here, across the body of the civilized lands, and then a ship of a couple of weeks of duration, yet she acted as if she had been taken and arrived in his custody all in one afternoon.  He bit on the ball of his thumb a habit he had never quite lost, although he managed to not do this where others could witness it.  He poured himself some of the wine and brooded.

[2019/07/10 20:54:19]  rowan Held: Left alone, once again, with only her thoughts.... and that rage... she wondered a million things at once, unable to pull enough focus to even think of one of them long enough to sort out an answer - not that they were questions, either, just the chaos trapped in her head.  The days, how many had it been?.... had been awful, and yet each day that passed and saw her untouched had given her the belief this may not be a permanent state.  She knew enough, had been around enough slaves, to know they were almost always branded, whipped and used within the first ahns of enslavement, particularly for a free woman - that such had not happened to her made her doubt that the man wanted her - not that she wanted him to want her.  But, that meant there had to be another reason behind what was taking place, that there was more than one possible outcome.  Then again, perhaps he was simply such a cruel man that what he desired was to so dehumanize her that she broke, a worthless thing to be discarded once his fun was over. She looked at the fruit again, almost wavering, then turned so she could not even see it.

 [2019/07/10 21:04:16]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me swirled his wine, as he thought on her.  He liked that fire and snap, and had no wish to simply crush her.  He was after a gentler method, for he wanted that spirit intact.  He contemplated what he would do, and how.  His mind narrowing down into a sharp tunnel.   He knew his girl awaited him at home, and he could almost feel her hot mouth around his cock ... almost.. yet he saw only Rowena.  The callous wench from Ar.

 [2019/07/10 21:11:37]  rowan Held: She knelt there, staring at the wall yet not really seeing it either.  She was instead seeing that dimple; HIS dimple.  It infuriated her.  So many thought love and hate were opposites, but they weren't.  Both were passion, apathy was the opposite of love.  If she had been asked at that moment, she would have spat that she hated him, and perhaps she truly did... just then.  She had lived a life of freedom, or being spoiled, waited on hand and foot, courted by many - each lacking in some trait she sought, a trait she could not even name, only knowing as long as they bent their knee in profession of their love, she found them ... worthless.  Alone, her face to that wall, a hot silent tear rolled down her cheek, followed by another, leaving a trail along the dirt on her face.  Each time she blinked, as her eyes reopened, she saw him... a visage burned into her mind's eye, the soft brown of his hair, the sharp line of his jaw... the way his mouth moved when he had smiled.  Her small hands curled forcefully against her thighs, nailed digging grooves along the perfect flesh nearly to the point of blood.  "NO" she whispered to the empty room, grasping for the anger that kept her from breaking.. she did not want ~this~, whatever "this" was and so she forced the sight of him taunting her back to her mind, the way he stepped on the fruit..... anything to keep herself angry..

[2019/07/10 21:20:26]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me would keep working his steady road.  Bit by bit he would tempt her into giving of herself.  First food, soon a bath, then clothes, and such clothes as he had being made for her. she was going to be all kinds of tied in knots.  He could almost sympathize, but the grin of pure delight at her rage over her 'garments' betrayed his Puckish side.

 [2019/07/10 21:30:03]  rowan Held: She continued playing fragments in her mind, things he had said, then contradicted... the way he looked at her, spoke to her, taunted her.  None of it made sense to her, none of it seemed to fit with anything she had heard the tower slaves whisper about.  For a few moments, she looked at the chains of the sirik and wondered if it was physically possible to fold herself down enough to wrap it about her throat - that would serve him, right?  Come down to torment her again and find her lifeless body laying in the cell?  But, there was not enough length in the chains to do that, she could tell just by looking at them.  Chains.  On her body.  Collar, cold and impersonal around her throat.  Just one of who knew how many others stored away in the kennel, and likely his home.  Oh, there it was.. a flicker of some feeling, unpleasant as it wrapped around her gut - she was just one of a long line of females.  What was that feeling?  What was that thought that was threatening to burgeon to life in her mind, that she wanted to be more than just one of many, she wanted to stand out?  Oh hell no, she shoved that thought as deep within as she possibly could.  She was swinging wildly from one end of the spectrum to the other, despondent, then irate... morose, then fiery.  She peered over her shoulder again.. and the fouled fruit upon the floor..... .had he offered it to her, she likely would have taken it, but to present it as something she had to trade for?  Her pride would not permit such a thing.  And that set off a whole new set of thoughts, unbidden, to nibble a bite of food from his hand, to see some hint of kindness or compassion.... desire that was not wrapped up in lecherous stares.  She leaned forward, burying her face in her hands and sobbed, hoping the sound was muffled enough that wherever he had gone to, he was not close enough to hear it.

[2019/07/10 21:39:04]  Alesandro (alex.lavendel): /me had gotten his memo board and was busily writing away, making notes on charts, updating records, sharing his own insights, and reading the insights of others.  He sipped from his goblet from time to time, refilling it at need.  He had sent all the girls to their kennels, so he could focus on Rowena, who managed to find her stubborn space. He ground his teeth together as she came again, unbidden as he noted that he had branded the girl named Dina, too she had completed her physical and been granted a clean bill of health.  He gnawed on the limp end of his quill, as he considered how his Rowena would look when he bound her to the branding rack, the way her skin would puff up into a perfect pillow awaiting the iron's first kiss.

 [2019/07/10 21:52:49]  rowan Held: The silence of the kennel was disconcerting, everyone sent away for the night... and she in that cell, left alone.. again.  She had been very social, in as much as any free woman could be - rules and regulations about where they could go, in what company they could be attended.  A veritable retinue had accompanied her almost everywhere she went - except the baths.  The baths..... the idea of sinking below the steaming water, scented with petals and oils, to wash the grit and grime from her body, and the stench of the kennels washed away.  Behind her, she heard a noise, one of the random men walking past who had stopped at the bars.  It took half an ihn to know it wasn't him..."go away" she hissed at the stranger, not even caring what his reaction would be, she was far enough against the wall that she knew his arm could not reach her.  She couldn't know where the slaver was, what he was doing.... or what he was thinking.  To her mind?  He had moved on, likely not giving a second thought to her..... and that hurt.  Oh the emotions of a female were tricky to navigate.  It might seem that a hurt from that thought would make her more malleable to him, that she would find some eagerness to please him and earn some favor of his attentions - but she was not like most females, either.  There was some part of her that understood what had driven her to refuse every offer of companionship that had fallen to her ears.  They were men who asked for her attentions, her favor.  None who was willing to step up and simply take it.  Men who sought her acquiescence to what they wanted and in so doing, left her the room to refuse them all.  Once again, she wondered what sort of man had left her in this cage, one who asked her what she would offer him for a bite of the fruit in some twisted portrayal of the original sin.  He did not desire her, it was the only thing that made sense for the fact that she remained untouched and in the chastity belt... he was inscrutable ... and she was not sure what she believed of his words and actions.