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The following is a scene RPed between My kajira and I on June 5, 2012 in which I captured and collared ghayda in the room Safe Haven.
enjoy 
Murin-of-Ar~House-of-Panterac: Lo Rarius Civitatti Gor
*High above there is the scream of a Tarn as the great black bird circles the area from high above. The shadow of the Tarn crosses over the courtyard of Safe Haven as the bird and its rider pass in front of the sun. From the ground the man mounted on the bird's back upon the well worn leather saddle is barely visible until the bird begins to circle closer to the ground after He pulls the one strap shouting a command to the Tarn in Taharic*
*As the man becomes more visible his attire is that of a Tarnsman the leather pants and fur padded boots with the hilts of daggers sticking out from the tops of the boots. The deep scarlet of his tunic and His cloak blaze in the evening sun as he reins up the huge bird to land atop the gate of Safe Haven. As the wind rises to swirl His scarlet dyed cloak aside upon closer inspection one would see the scimitar hanging from His left hip, and the quiver of sheath arrows slung over His left shoulder with the top of the bosk horn bow peeking out over His left shoulder. On His right hip there hangs a fur tooled sack. A Gorean needle nosed spear and iron polished Kurri shield bearing the crest of the House of Panterac in its center are strapped on either of the saddle*
*His eyes scan the courtyard and the walls of Safe Haven looking for any threatening movements. The Tarn's head turns this way and that looking not for threats but what would be allowed for the Tarn to devour finally falling upon the tender morsel of a kajira. A long trill emits from the razor sharp beak of the Tarn. Murin's eyes fall upon her drinking in the sight of the tiny kajira before smiling faintly*
Calmly Maximus ~His voice soothing~ You will soon hunt but not here.
*He reaches forward and slaps the big powerful neck playfully then sends the bird down to come to a land in the court yard itself after deciding that he wouldn't be attacked by wayward Rarius. He waits for a long moment, His crystal blue eyes still scanning out of pure habit*
*In one smooth motion, He detachs the spear and shield then legs over on the saddle sliding to the ground landing the twenty feet below. He rises to his full 6ft height, His right hand idly checking for the tarn whistle clipped to his belt. He turns His head slightly, the quickly disappearing sun glinting off the shine of his bald head as He speaks softly to His Tarn Maximus. The great bird's head twitches slightly and He can see the muscles in the legs of the predatory bird tense as Maximus prepares to launch his great frame back into the air to hunt the country side for prey large enough to fill his stomach, waiting only long enough for Murin to stride forward confidently towards the doors of His Imota's Home. He stops at the door waiting a moment before pushing them open knowing that the guards will not attack him either. He strides forward, the soft heels of his four boots making very little if any noise on the stones of the hall, His scarlet cloak flowing out behind hi.*
Tal Imota
~his voice booms out raising His left arm and the glint from the polished Kurri shield slung on His forearm flashing across the wall from the numerous torches and the glow of the fireplace ~
*He moves past everyone in the hall headed for the fireplace, passing up any available chairs. On Gor in the Tahari the only chair was the ritualistic throne upon which the Pasha was crowned and it was used very rarely. He prefers to sit on the floor near the fire for many reasons only a few of those had any martial strategies involved. He leans His spear against the wall within a moments reach and lays His shield a similar distance from His left hand. He lays it down straps up and uncut to indicate that He comes in peace*
*Sinking to sit on the floor in a crosslegged fashion, He pulls the sheathed scimitar across His lap. He leans forward on His elbows eyes glittering in the firelight scanning about the room and finally coming to rest on the door that He had just entered, waiting for the girl lurking around in the Courtyard knowing the her kajira's heart will not allow her to hide from the gaze of a Free such as Himself. For a long moment His gaze is held on the door and then it flints around the room, nodding greetings to the Free and then to the submissives*
greetings E/everyone..
*His eyes flicker back to the doors as His shoulders relax slightly waiting*
Holds the Homestone of Tor | Today @ 11:03 PM
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mweather24:
*hearing the scream of the Tarn, her body jumping at the sound, moving quickly into the shade watching from the corner of her lowered but focused brown eyes, feeling and then seeing the presence of a Free, a large one, clothed wonderfully in scarlet, the color of his blue eyes sending a wave of desire and pleasure through her
she feels His gaze move across the yard, scanning, then stopping upon her, doing her best to keep eyes lowered, she shivers at the electric feel of his gaze, and waits for Him to move inside*
*bare feet padding gently across the cool tile hall, hips pulling her deep blue skirt into a rhythmic sway with each step, sending a light breeze down to her toes
arriving at the entrance, she slowly slips down to the cool floor, her brown eyes focused and lowered, hem of her skirt just long enough to grace the floor, kneeling with her thighs wide open, revealing her femininity before the room, and then just as carefully lowering her form, her back staying straight as she leans forward, more, stretching as far as she can, until tender breasts reach the floor, shivering lightly as the tile steals some of her warmth
her slender arms outstretched before her body, her palms down upon the tile, and placing her cheek to the floor, tinged lightly pink, a blush from the coolness it contacts,
feeling humbled by this position, so aware of her place as a slave, soft pink lips speaking only just loud enough to be heard*
may weather enter Safe Haven?
Today @ 11:14 PM
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Murin-of-Ar~House-of-Panterac: Lo Rarius Civitatti Gor
*His eyes sparkle as His gaze falls upon the girl begging entrance at the doors, His mind registering that she performs the entrance of a kajira almost flawlessly after such a short study period. His eyes drink her beauty in thinking the only iimprovement could be either completely naked or in a chalwar of fine red pleaasure silk and matching viels and armlets. He waits for a long moment to enjoy the site of her then raises His left hand, gesturing towards a spot on the furs near the fire*
enter girl
*His right hand strays to the fur tooled bag at his waist withdrawing binding fibers running them through his fingers to improve their flexibility and usefulness as He watches her cross the room a look of deep consideration in His eyes*
Holds the Homestone of Tor | Today @ 11:32 PM
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*pushing herself back up, using her hands against the floor, first pushing backwards until her back is arched beautifully, then pulling from her small shoulders to bring her back straight, keeping head and face lowered to the ground,
uncrossing her bare, soft feet, and rising slowly, deep brown hair falling back to her uncovered shoulders as she stands, hands and arms swaying slightly as she steps, carefully, gracefully into the room, her white top rippling against her stomach, and hips in a sway, almost a dance, slender legs reaching forward, stretching her skirt, her face tilted down but remaining focused on her destination
arriving by the fireplace, feeling the heat across her calves and face, she again lowers her form, bending at her exposed knees, until legs reach the floor, spreading her firm thighs wide, her skirt allowing her heat to be exposed before Master, hands reaching from her sides to rest softly upon her thighs, the thin lines across her open palms before Him in submission, her chest arched slightly out, presenting her thinly covered, round breasts,
raising her head, but humbled and careful to keep eyes down where they belong, catching the glint of the firelight reflecting off His sheath in His lap, she kneels silently for a moment, her gentle breath escaping pink lips the only sound, before expressing her gratitude softly and respectfully in a whisper*
jashi, Vana’she, this girl is grateful to be awarded entrance this evening
Today @ 11:34 PM
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Murin-of-Ar~House-of-Panterac: Lo Rarius Civitatti Gor
you're quite welcome girl.. *tilts head* do you wish to learn yet another new position in Gorean slavery?
*Rises slowly from the floor the binding fibers dangling loosely in His left hand as He approaches her to stand a few feet in front of her*
Holds the Homestone of Tor | Today @ 11:43 PM
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mweather24:
*the warm orange light from the fire flashing in my eyes, hearing Him ask a question, and feeling a shiver of anticipation, having received attention from a Free*
Yes Master
*feeling the power of his form, towering just above me, helpless but to serve Him, listening intently and watching as i can from the corners of my lowered eyes, seeing the bindings*
Today @ 11:49 PM
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Murin-of-Ar~House-of-Panterac: Lo Rarius Civitatti Gor
*He crouches down in front of her*
look at Me girl
*He waits for her to look up then he locks His gaze into her eyes, taking note of the lovely lines of her face*
When first I returned here, I saw you and took an interest because the vibe I got from you was one of a kajira to be not that of a regular submissive. The Free can regonize the heart of a kajira and knows the depths to which such hearts are filled..
*He rises up slighty*
the position you will learn is that of the Collaring or sometimes known as Beg.
*gestures with his free right hand*
come to Me go to nadu then place your cheek against My right boot then place your hands crossed behind your back
Holds the Homestone of Tor | Today @ 12:00 AM
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mweather24:
*seeing the light from the fire leave her face, as His body crouches and blocks it, a coolness now gracing her, hearing the command to look at Him, she slowly, carefully raises her eyes, the deep browns being locked in place by His piercing blues, at once she is afraid and deeply proud to have such a moment with a Free, and she can sense his appraising gaze
He stands, gesturing to her, and she listens as if she can hear nothing else in the hall, her eyes remaining focused as she hears His instructions,
moving forward kneeling still, she reaches out her arms, placing her palms upon the floor, pulling her body forward to this Master, slowly, deliberately,
she spreads her thighs, the firelight catching them and reflecting off the uncovered portion, her womanhood open for Him to see, she pulls from her shoulders to push her breasts out to Him, creating a crescent like arch in the small of her back, and first placing her hands, palms up, upon her thighs
her head held up, but her eyes down and locked on His boots, she begins to move down, slowly leaning forward until her now warm and red cheek reaches the cool of His right boot, feeling deeply humbled, and honored to be in front of Him, she lifts her hands from her thighs, turning her palms down now, and pulls her arms behind her, crossing them at the wrists, her hands intertwined now*
Today @ 12:13 AM
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Murin-of-Ar~House-of-Panterac: Lo Rarius Civitatti Gor
*He reaches down with his free right hand and grasps her, His large wrapping firmly around both of her small wrists, His grip is fairly tight to convey to her that He knows that he is in full control of her movements*
Such a pretty little kajira without a collar nor a protector? Such a thing is ripe for Capture.
*He moves quickly, His hands flashing as He binds her wrists with the binding fibers snugly around her wrists, His knots unescapable. Then He reaches down into her hair with His left hand and pulls her slowly upwards back into the nadu position. His right hand goes to His pouch and withdraws the golden engraved steel Turian collar affixed with the nametag of His ownership. With a flick of His wrist He open the collar, hold ing it before her eyes*
Do you wish this girl
*He gives the collar a bit of a shake*
Holds the Homestone of Tor | Today @ 12:30 AM
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mweather24:
*she realizes quickly He has moved behind her, and her body fills with a nervous excitement, His strong hands quickly and effectively binding hers behind her, His strength apparent, confident in His motions, unwavering, the bindings tight against her wrists, the friction making their presence known
hearing the word capture, she realizes what is happening, knowing she has only two choices, and that one carries with it both the greatest duty and the greatest pleasure for such a girl
His hand grasping her long, straight, deep brown hair, pulling her back up, quickly, the tug causing a tingling sensation scattering across her scalp, she hears his words, but even more, she hears the clink of the collar, and sees it before her eyes, sparkling in the light of the fire, so confining in appearance and surely in its feel, yet she knows for a slave to be truly free, she must submit herself fully, serving with all she has, freeing her heart to her Master*
Yes Master, i wish for Your collar, i submit myself fully to You, to serve You as You desire
Today @ 12:40 AM
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Murin-of-Ar~House-of-Panterac: Lo Rarius Civitatti Gor
*His smile is broad as He lifts her long dark hair fitting the collar around her neck clicking each of the six locks representing the letters of the word kajira firmly into place then removes the small steel key dropping it into His pouch. He releases her hair letting it fall back into place then smoothes it back into place with the palm of His hand and wiping it out of her eyes*
Have trust always in your Master, kajira for I shall not allow My property to be damaged..
*In a swift motion He twirls the scimitar whistling out of its sheath as He casts His eyes about the room, a Challenge cast upon His face*
Are there any who dispute My claim on this slave?
~His voice is cold full of the expectation of creating a beautiful death~
*After a long moment of silence He turns. The scimitar flashes about her body, the razor sharp blade slicing cleaning through the fabric of the clothes that she wears yet not leaving nor even touching the soft fairness of her neck. her clothes fall from her body in shreds revealing her small perfect breasts and slim flat waist and stomach. He gazes down at her now totally nude form*
For now you will remain naked until you have earned clothing girl. I shall also give you a new name as weather is the name you had in your old life. you have entered the service of the Pasha of Tor, and you will be known thus forward as
"ghayda"
which in Taharic means "Young and delicate"
((you will go make a new screen name for the Pork on the account that you are on now of this name and use only that in any room you enter. In the "attitude section" you will always post "Property of Murin of Ar" I leave the location to you. Be inventive))
Holds the Homestone of Tor | Today @ 1:00 AM
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mweather24:
*she feels the collar, the cool metal against her warmed skin, glistening lightly with the heat of the fire and the adrenaline of the moment, then hearing the clicks, first, then the next, until all 6 are in place, knowing she is now His
His hand, so strong and firm before, now softly and gently fixing her hair, brushing her face as He moves it from her sparkling eyes, in such contrast to the touch of before, she feels a ripple of pleasure at that from her Master, then hears His promise to her, and His challenge to the hall
her breath catches in her throat as she no sooner registers the flashing light in front of her than it begins to tear away her clothing, violently shredding it, leaving her pink, warm skin open to the coolness of the room now, and better, open to His gaze
she feels His bright blues roaming her body, His property, and she can tell He is pleased, she hears His deep voice, giving her a name, the name that represents her new life, and she is proud to wear it now, knowing she has begun the most important journey of a girl with such a heart*
((she goes to adjust her name now, will return once it is done))
Today @ 1:10 AM
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