Amanita Vernia
All Seeing Eye
Desire her, despise her... but do not love. Love only destroys.
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Post by Amanita Vernia on Feb 22, 2005 5:43:54 GMT -5
Swimming in the Lagoon
She had let the others take care of the carcass of the panther that night. They all knew who had killed the beast, and who the pelt belonged to. Raika had instead focused on her hunting partner and her leg. She had been the one who had bound the wounds with the womans own hide garments and guided her back to the caves the band had inhabited over the last few months near the banks of a small lagoon deeper in the forests. The talunas rarely talked about their pasts, but among the band Raika was acknowledged as the healer. More than a few of them would have died long before now it it hadn't been for the efforts of the exotic runaway. She had kept the blonde in her own home for the last few days, to keep an eye on the woman and better tend to the wounds. The thick bandages of vines and precious, spare coth had been smeared with herbal pastes to aid healing, but the healer had been more concerned about the stitch-work that had closed the claw marks on the womans thigh. The talunas made poor patients when they had to stay still, and she had kept a close eye on the blonde to make sure she was not attempting to move too much on the leg. They had shared meals and the simple cave home for a few nights. The women of the camp knew they owed the woman, and had simply been dropping off what was needed, though rarely staying to chat. Raika was different from the rest of the freed slaves, and they were uncomfortable around the slender healer from Treve. Though that faded whenever they were hurt badly enough to need her services. It was early in the evening of the third day when she had decided the wound had healed enough for Andraste to make it down the rough cliff trail to the basin of the waterfall lagoon to bathe properly. Though she had been there the whole time as well, wrapped in the dark, glistening skins of the river serpents she hunted often, half-supporting the blonde with one arm and carrying a walking crutch with the other the entire slow trip down from the caverns to the basin. The lights of the moons mixed with the red flare of the setting sun to make the water sparkle like sapphires, something that brought a smile to the dark lips of the woman as they took the last few steps down to the jungle floor.
This had not been the first time Andraste suffered injury during a hunt and still she favored the panga and sleen knife over the bow or spear that might put distance between herself and the prey. The pairing between the dark haired girl and the blonde was no accident, while others seemed to avoid the healer, such was not the case with Andy. She was one of the newest of the band, but like each of them, she earned her right to be among them. Her petite fram was easy for the other girls to carry her back to the caves, though she insisted she was capable of walking herself. By the second day of being cooped up in the cave she accepted defeat with her silence only to be rewarded with a bath on the third. Light brown eyes took in her hunting partner as she leaned half against her and the crutch, making their way down to the water. She heard things about the woman that had she believed gossip might of made her leery, her own experiences told her otherwise. Still, the shape of her eyes and the way those dark lips curved, she had to wonder if some of them were true. At last, at the lagoon, her thigh ached from the short walk, but she was not the type to complain about it. She looked down at the bandages the healer placed on after the fragments of her garments were cut off. "Do I leave this on?" "No. The bandages need to be changed anyway. Just don't put too much weight or pressure on that leg. I don't want to have to redo the stitches." She smiled at the blonde, despite the words. Andraste was a fast learner and aggressive, even by taluna standards. Most of the camp hunters would not have dreamed about taking on a panther with a sleen knife, preferring their spears and bows. Of course, they had also needed the healers services less. The jungle didn't teach lessons the easy way, and the blonde had learned pretty quickly. Raika pulled out the sharp, curved blade that she had carried into the jungle with her the day of her escape, the foreign metal gleaming in the dull light of the setting sun when she offered the snake-skin wrapped handle to the blonde. Her own little gesture of trust, given that the blade hadn't left her side in well over a cycle. She made sure her patient was not having trouble slicing the hide throngs that bound the bandages before she slipped towards the water-smoothed stones at the waters edge. They formed a natural ladder down into the sparkling waters, a gentle enough slope for the blonde to negotiate. She undressed quickly, the half dozen thick braids she had bound her hair into falling nearly to the curves of her hips. The polished copper and malachite beads embedded in the braids clicked together, flaring in gold-green flashes in the setting suns red light as she stripped. She was slender, skin the color of bronze and gold mixed together flawless and exotic, save for the slave brand that stood out black and strong above the curve of her rear. A simple claw pattern with a circle in the center. She took one last glance back at the blonde to make sure she was doing all right before she stepped into the sun warmed water, stepping down the stones with an easy, innate grace until it was almost at the top of her thighs. She paused there, turning to watch her patients progress with dark eyes and hands curled against her thighs.
The offered blade was accepted in her palm, a trust, even if the blonde didn't know the history of the instrument.. she understood the significance. Using the crutch to balance against, keeping her weight off the injured leg as she cut into the vine wrapped bandage. She didn't have trouble shedding it away, but she stared down at the stitched marks left by the panther. There was no doubt a mark would remain on her skin as a reminder of the panther. While most of the girls in the camp had their own reminders of a world outside of the jungles branded in their flesh. Andy did not. She was a runaway like the rest of them, but it wasn't a Master she fled from, but a companionship. Born of scarlet blood, her father being of the warriors caste as well as her mother... the arrangement for her to be bartered away for a bride price to a man of the same blood had been her father's plan. She did not see things the same and in the end she was left with no other choice other than running. One could say she was stubborn, an inherited trait from the ones she left. The bandage had come off quickly, but the blonde was standing there trapped by her own thoughts, until she lifted her head seeing the heeler turning back with a look of concern, waiting to see if she needed help. Shaking back to life the blond let what was left of her pelts fall to the ground with the bandage, using her crutch until she reached the water's edge where she let it also drop. Slowly moving into the warm waters until she didn't have to worry about placing weight on that injured leg as she began to float. Weightless in the water, she dipped her head under, letting what dried sweat and dirt be washed away. Coming back up to the surface she turned to the other girl, one she owed her life to for more than just her healing. "I haven't been the easiest patient... but I do appreciate what you did for me. Both times." She watched the blonde carefully while she was in the water, making sure she was not over-taxing her leg before she slipped into the water herself, diving forward and beneath the surface in a single movement. She came up a few seconds later, braids like ropes of black silk, plastered to the small of her back. She scooped handfuls of silt from the bottom of the shallow basin to scrub with beneath the surface, cleaning the straggling remnants of her hunting paint from her sides and thighs with quick, economical strokes. She didn't pause when Adraste spoke, but she did glance over a soaked, bare shoulder at the blonde, offering a sly half-smile before she answered with her accent sharpening the edges of the common tongue. "No thanks needed. Most of the young girls make a lot of mistakes their first few years here. You've only made two," she said ,swimming slowly closer to the blonde. The camp talk was that Raika had to have been a free woman to be so skilled at healing, perhaps even a member of the Physicians caste. There were a dozen different stories or theories, depending on who was talking at the time and how much they owed the healer, but she herself talked very little of the past. The only reason most assumed she was from Treve was because of her looks and her accent, and the words of a well-travelled taluna who had escaped from her aging merchant master a few seasons back. The woman did have a presence, though, a look of authority and skill in her eyes that few of the women in the camp could meet in the healers home. It was in her voice when she said simply, "Come up on the rocks here. I need to inspect the stitching and make sure they are growing out," her body nearly brushing the scarlet-borns as she swam easily towards one of the natural rock shelves in the basin. The taluna had left her small bag of needles and other kit, source of even more rumors, at the shore, but she didn't need them to simply inspect her handiwork.
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Amanita Vernia
All Seeing Eye
Desire her, despise her... but do not love. Love only destroys.
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Post by Amanita Vernia on Feb 22, 2005 5:46:31 GMT -5
"Two?" she spat the word from her mouth loosing all tone of gratitude. Raika didn't mean it as an insult, but the younger woman was stuck full of so much pride that it felt like salt on the wound. She looked upset, maybe more with herself than the healer, but with an exhaled breath she let it go. Her head dipped halfway under the water so only her nose and eyes could be seen, her wet blond was now slicked back by the water as she remained almost entirely still, though her feet had to keep kicking for her to keep from sinking. Sulking, one might say. She didn't like being thought of as inexperienced. Coming into the camp knowing more about fighting than survival, she watched the men in her fathers legion train, repeating their movements, even hiring a mercenary to help her. That was who told her the story of the Taluna. Women who lived in the jungle on their own, without men, outside the laws of any city or her father. She glanced up at the healer, already pulling herself from the water ontop of the rock, with another long breath she stopped her childish pouting and swam over to the the rocks. Pulling herself up and leading with her good leg until she was able get situated with her thigh and stitched closest to the woman. Unlike the others who speculated where Raika came from, Andy didn't seem to care, she was curious about the woman in different ways. "How many years have you been here?" She had stayed half in the water, to keep herself on a level with the wound. Though the healer was standing on the silt now rather than actually swimming. The water dripped along her skin and down her cheeks from her bangs, slick trails that crossed the corner of her eyes to look like fake tears as she leaned in to peer at the stitching. Her long fingered hands sent to work gently probing the skin around the sutures, lightly kneading and prodding to make sure no infection or parasite had managed to take root in the wound. It looked like the blonde was healing quite well actually, but she didn't look up from her work to answer the womans question. "Five or six years ago. It is..harder to tell seasons here," she murmured softly, thumb tracing the dark lines of the sutures before she glanced up at the blonde. Raika was half out of the water, the shallow waves lapping against her ribs, standing nude and confident as any warrior in full ensemble as her dark, honey flecked eyes met the other womans. The side of her breast brushed against the calf of the warrior when she turned, chin on a level with Adrastes knee. "I just know it was two years after my masters death that I left his brother and ventured into the jungles," she said matter of factly, before she glanced once more at the womans wound. "It is healing well. Your people must be hardy."
Her people... Andraste let her light eyes fall on the healer's head. It wasn't a question, but after Raika had answered her own and offered up even more information, she decided to confide as well. "Warriors. Not known for being the smartest, but we hold onto our courage when it counts." There was pride in her voice, but at the same time she was admitting that her mistakes were not the wisest route. While Raika inspected the wound for signs of infection she kept her leg still, but once she was given the okay, her other foot began to swirl in the water, brushing against the outside of Raika's leg as she stood half emerged in the water. Andraste had only been in the camp for a few months, but the climate was drastically different from her Home Stone of Ar. The amont of time it took her to travel from the city to the jungles had been a journey itself, then finding a band of women, proving herself not to be just another slave they could capture and possibly trade for goods. She fought her way into the band and didn't plan on leaving it. ".. but Taluna now, perhaps I should learn to adapt... or at least how to use a spear." She let out a short snort knowing the others of the band were probably wagering on how long she'd last before some animal took more than just a bite out of her.
"It's a useful weapon. I prefer my bow still. I used them when I was younger on occassion, " she said almost absently, one hand resting on the womans thigh above the sutures as she stared up at the blonde. She did have the look of the red caste about her, the movements of the warriors- though her own had been far more comfortable with tarn lances then sleen knives. She leaned forward a little with an easy sigh, sliding herself up against the stones smoothed to almost porcelain finish by the water and resting her chin in a cupped palm for a moment. She had few people to talk to in camp, given that the common passion slaves and the handful of escaped lower caste workers avoided the dark skinned woman until they absolutely had to have her services. It also felt good to be near a warrior, even if not a male one. There was enough familiarity in the way the blonde moved and a handful of treasured memories to lull the healer a little. One of her thick, soaked braids brushed against Adrastes knee as she stared upwards, staring through her dark lashes. "You never had a master," she said, knowing already enough to not make it a question. She didn't waver in the gaze either, even as she tilted her head a little to the side, sending the braid brushing down over the leg of the blonde.
The spear wasn't quite as close, it could be thrown as well, but there was something less intimate about the bow that kept Andraste from caring the weapon. That didn't mean she couldn't use one when needed. There were times when they had to attack from the trees and while she preferred close combat, she could also climb well and already got sent on spying missions. They always had to be aware of what other groups were around them, even the pygmies were a threat in large numbers, and their band was no more than 30... smaller than most along the Nago River. Feeling that tickle of a braid against her knee, her leg still moving in the water, but when she mentioned a master, it stopped. "So?" Her brow pinched defensively, uncertain what the woman was implying by the statement. "Just because I didn't wear chains doesn't mean I didn't need freedom. Not much difference in a bride price, just a different kind of commodity." Her cheek bones appeared sharper as she lifted her chin, speaking with anger in her voice, but not directed at the healer. She hadn't been gone from the outside world long enough to forget about what had made her flee to the jungles. Looking back down at Raika, realized that she wasn't trying to imply that she didn't belong... perhaps she was point out some other difference. Not just a lack of brand. "You're right though, I haven't."
"There are many like you in the jungles. Or slaves who were mistreated by men," she said simply, her head tilting to lightly rest her cheek against her palm, knuckles hovering above Andrastes thigh. The sun was still warm enough here to make things drowsy, slow and dreamlike, enough to lull the healer as she stared up at the free woman with half-lidded eyes. "I was free, once. I was a physician, like my father," she continued on, before she impulsively tilted her head a bit more, brushing her cheek against the thigh of the blonde in an impulsive gesture. The dark skinned woman was hot blooded, warm against the paler girl. Her braid slid against the skin of the other as she went on. "It was a good life," she said, almost musingly, settling her cheek just above the knee of the blonde in a cat-like gesture. "I was supposed to be companioned myself when raiders came to the city," she went on softly. "The man who saved me, claimed me. Many of the other girls here hated their masters. I loved mine until the day he died," she said simply, staring up the blonde from beneath her lashes. "They're foul-tempered, and mean, because that is what they knew, I think. Some of them would hurt you just because you were a free woman before," she continued, speaking quietly. "Particularly the leaders here. They tolerate me because I can save or kill them if they are wounded. You have to be more careful."
The warning she might of expected, there was a tension felt from the other girls, but Andraste didn't quite understand it. She assumed that was how all newcomers were treated, like an enemy, in some ways like a servant to the leaders, but to each challenge they had tried to place in front of her.. the blonde had not once failed. With the word mistreated, Andy shook her head, perhaps the gap between the jungles and Ar allowed her enough distance to see things differently. "I wasn't mistreated, per say... just under valued. My father wanted nothing more than a son and my mother only produced me. I suppose he could of taken another companion once the contracted ended, but he didn't." She paused, her fingers hand started to twirl the tip of one of the girl's braids around her fingers in thought. "He wasn't a bad man... I just wasn't a son." She released a deep breath, feeling that cheek touching her leg brought a shiver to her body. It was still warm out, but goose bumps popped up along her leg as her stomach tightened. Hearing the healer speak of love was foreign to the warrior, she had never known a man, let alone loved one. She left her home before she could be bartered off and forced to produce a stranger heirs. It was an acceptable way of life for many free women, but not Andraste. She nodded understanding that the healer's warning shouldn't be taken lightly. "You're the first I've told... about my father. I won't let the others know. You can even brand me, if you think that would make a diffence."
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Amanita Vernia
All Seeing Eye
Desire her, despise her... but do not love. Love only destroys.
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Post by Amanita Vernia on Feb 22, 2005 5:48:14 GMT -5
She let her jaw rest against the thigh of the woman, eyes closing to mere slits as she felt her braids being toyed with. Even so, the woman's voice was still steady. "It would not. You're not a slave." She said it simply, even as she shifted her body, both arms lightly crossing high up on the blondes leg and breasts brushing against the warriors leg. She smiled lightly, staring up into the eyes of the younger woman with mirth glittering beneath her lashes. "I could not pretend to be a leader of warriors, and you could not pretend to be one who served a master. If you do not stand out, they should not do much to you. Most of the slaves here were laborers and weavers. The passion ones are the only true dangers, because of what they are." She tilted her head a little, letting her cheek press high up on the leg of the woman even as she went on. "My own father had seven daughters before my mother had my brothers. I was the second oldest. He trained me himself because he thought he might never have a son, but he did not want the family skills to disappear. We take pride in our work," she said, a hint of it creeping into her voice as she sigh. "I still took pride in it after I was claimed," a slight smile riding her lips. "They'll make you rape a male if they take one as slave this season, you know," she said after a few seconds pause. The woman reminded her of her masters sister, in a way. Good memories of a time not so long ago, truly.
No one else in the band had spoken to her so candidly. There was another girl who joined only a few days before her, a chatty former slave that Andy predicted would be traded for goods when they made their next trade. Again she had to agree that it would not make much difference if she had a brand or not, it was the way she acted that gave herself away. Aggressive in ways and then reserved in others. Clearly not a slave. Though free women were often taught the basic serving positions, even dances, in the privacy of their homes... incase they were ever enslaved, to save their lives, but there were things Andraste had no idea about. Hearing about the healers life was soothing, being the second of eight, it made the blonde wish she would of had at least one sister, or the brother her father wanted. The Caste of Physicians was one that encouraged women to work their trade, it also encouraged them to bare children. Bracelets were placed on the wrist of a female healer and only removed when they had a child, one per wrist. Andy didn't notice either on the healer's wrists, but they could of been removed by her Master. A woman's past stripped from her when she submits. The blonde could tell Raika missed her master from the way she spoke, could tell she missed being close to another as the warrior felt the weight of her chin resting on the inside of her own thigh. It rattled something inside her, but the mention of raping a man made her body tense. "Do the others hate men that much?"
She stared up at Andraste, chin resting on her knuckles and hands resting lightly on the blondes thighs. "They learned it from their masters. So they do it to the men they capture. I do not think it..satisfies most of them," she said slightly musingly, a braid sliding down the curve of her neck to pool against the slate stone. She had spoken enough of her past for the moment, though the fact she had spoken at all was surprising for a woman whom the rest of the camp barely knew more than a name about. She lounged against the smooth rocks, basking in the warmth they still held from the afternoon sun. "Some of the older bands are more calm. They breed with their captured men and live deeper in the jungles. Like the tribes folk do," she went on with half-hooded eyes. "Some of the younger bands are much more violent. One of the ones nearer the city rapes women and men alike, or so I heard, and kills often," distaste tinging her voice. She made a moue before she glanced upwards again, eyes large and dark in her fine boned face. "Ones who stay near the cities want to be recaptured..or they are very, very angry. Sometimes both."
An unsettling look fell over the blonde's features, high cheekbones made her look stoic, but crinkle of her forehead showed she was troubled by what Raika was saying. Maybe she was better off in Ar, at least there she understood the way of things, even if she did not agree with them. A long breath of silence passed through her lungs, her body tilting forward while her hands rested at the curved of the rock. She pushed off slowly, sliding back into the water. The tenderness of her thigh was soothed by the luke warm waters. For a moment she was thankful that she hadn't found a band earlier, closer to Schendi, where she might of been killed. Not that she wasn't already doing a good job of endangering her life as it was. "Have you had to do that.... raped a man?" Slipping down halfway under the water, covering her mouth after the question was asked, watching the other girl. She didn't know exactly why the healer was trusting her with the story of her past, of being a free woman and a slave after, before coming to the jungles. Was there some sort of alliance between them due to their former status or was she just in need of a confidant? Andraste wouldn't reject either offer, she needed all the help she could get.. healing and learning how to stay alive.
She slipped back to give the woman room, backing into the warm waters and sinking back down to her chin. It was starting to get dark already, the sun barely a crimson crescent visible over the rims of the jungle trees. Swimming at night was dangerous, even in the closely watched basin that they had cleared of most of the real predators months before. The jungle had a way of surprising its inhabitants, and rarely in the good way. And night was the time that the fish and river snakes started to hunt. She had been about to strike off towards the shore when the blonde asked her question. Raika grinned over her shoulder at the woman, a lazy, carnal expression that was solely the property of a well-treated slave in the world of the free woman. "A man bound beneath me offers nothing better then my own hands could not accomplish," she said, her grin turning up at the corners as she slipped into a slow, lazy float, kicking off towards the shore with slow scissoring strokes of her legs. It was a stray thought that made her pause near the rock-steps, and the possibility of bringing a crimson flush to the stoic warrior-woman that made her glance back at Andraste. "Or another womans touch," she said playfully, giving a wink.
Scarlet was the caste color of the free woman, but she had long shed her robes of concealment and traded them for animal skins, her cheeks however, took on the hue of her caste at the suggestive words of the healer. Andraste had never known a man or woman in an intimate manner, she had always found other things to hold her attention, but as a free woman a slave would never have boldly hinted as Raika just had. Even if light hadn't started to fade off, there was a danger in the waters of the lagoon and the blonde femme watched her float back to the shoreline. It didn't matter that the woman had once been of high caste, daughter to a physician, or even if she had been a peasant.. she now moved with the skills of seduction only a slave would know. Bronze flesh floating slowly across the top of the water, shimmering, like a lure, waiting for something to bite. Andraste had never paid much attention the way she moved, there was little seduction in the way she submerged into the water, taking more of a sporting swim in pursuit of Raika and the shore. She was a huntress, no longer an oppressed free woman trapped by the laws of a city or subject to the rule of men, she was truly free now. An animal let loose, allowed to roam and follow her instincts. Catching up with the dark haired woman, still on her back, whole the blonde came up beside her, only a few inches from her ear. They were alone, so she didn't bother whispering, using the same voice as she had before. Clear and deliberate, not ordering, but not asking either. "Show me."
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Amanita Vernia
All Seeing Eye
Desire her, despise her... but do not love. Love only destroys.
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Post by Amanita Vernia on Mar 6, 2005 13:00:23 GMT -5
She glittered in the fading sunset, the water running off her skin and shining gold and crimson as she listened to the blondes demand. For a moment there was silence in the lagoon as she treaded water, staring at Andraste with large, dark eyes. A thick braid had slipped over her soaked shoulder, dangling between the curves of her breasts as she took in the girl, her eyes, the way her blonde hair was plastered to her skull. And then she kicked forward, curling a leg around the right thigh of the Ar-woman and sliding her body up against the warriors. The fair skin of the woman made it show when she raked her short nails up her back, pushing her fingers into sodden, pale hair to cup her in her palm before she leaned in for a kiss. Her tongue was hot and quick, parting Andrastes lips in a single, quick movement and licking her mouth as the healers fingers almost tenderly stroked through her soaked hair. Her nipples, dark as pure chocolate, raked against warm, pale skin as she took her taste and curled against the once-warrior with half-lidded eyes and soft, quick breaths. It was over in the blink of an eye as she slipped out of the arms of the blonde, skin slick with water and glistening. "My home," was all she said, before she calmly slid out of the water in a quick pull up, water sliding off her skin in sheets as she stared down at the other woman, her tongue darting out to lick the taste of her from her berry dark lips. She might have been a slave, but the blonde was not her master. This was the jungle, and the passion that was burning on a slow fuse deep in her belly and loins was not tamed by the demands of the blonde. She knew what she wanted. She crouched in a single fluid movement, tension singing along her thighs and the sleek, toned curve of her rear as she collected her clothes and slung them over a bare shoulder, glancing at Andra when she was finished. It was invitation and demand wrapped together, something that had once been enough for her master to pin her, to mount her as she writhed and hissed beneath him like a sleen on hundreds of dark jungle nights. She turned without another word, stalking easily up the rough hewn steps towards the caves built into the cliff wall, leaving dark foot prints behind her as she prowled towards her lair.
It wasn't unlike Andraste to be bold, sexual however, wasn't a power she understood well enough to make that first move. Her words weren't coy or subtle, the healer hinted, but the daughter of a warrior left no question in what she wanted. As Raika curled her leg to the inside of her own she felt a sudden warmth in the cooling water. Their lower bodies still covered by the lagoon's blanket while droplets fell from their shoulders rolling down to nipples just peeking at the surface. Andraste's lips were slower to respond, only parting and feeling the invasion of Raika's tongue, her own coming out in pursuit just as she pulled back leaving her to swallow air and the taste left by the other woman. Her thigh was still tender, but she didn't let the ache act as a deterrent. The former slave knew how to lure, her words were brief, but watch her body move away had just as much command. The blonde knew that many of the other women in the band coupled together, there were only a few male slaves in the camp and the majority of them would be traded or eventually escape on their own. The idea of raping a man still terrified the blonde, but she was more than curious about learning from the healer, perhaps also buying herself some added protection. Collecting her torn garments and crutch, dripping wet as the sun was slowly being cradled by the earth, she followed that trail of foot prints back to the cave.
A handful of candles had been lit in their little natural nooks and alcoves carved into the limestone, their dancing light sending shadows dancing over the thin hide curtain at the mouth of the cavern. Raika had thrown her clothes near the panther-pelt that served as her bed, though she had carefully placed her other tools away in her kit. As for the slave herself..she was waiting for the blonde the moment she entered, her slender body pressing against Andrastes from the side as she took the crutch without a word, just a smokey stare into the eyes of the pale warrior before she put the walking stick above the dark pile of hides Andraste had spent the last two nights sleeping on, water still dripping from her drenched braids down the curve of her spine, splitting and curling in droplets along her hips and rear. When she spun on a bare heel to stare at the other woman her braids sent a few droplets spattering against the wall behind her. For a moment, she simply stared, eyes dark and nostrils flaring for a second like she was a hunting panther, every muscle tensing and relaxing rhythmically beneath her dark, bronzed skin. This was her home, and the inexperience of the blonde only added to the fire burning low in her belly as she stared at the virgin, long, agile fingers flexing against her own thighs. She didn't say a word as she crossed the clean stone floor to curl down onto her knees in the furs, staring demandingly at the woman even as she arched her back and lifted her chin, imperious even in the slave posture, commanding what she wanted without saying a word even as her lips curled up at the edges into a truly feline smirk.
The flickering light from the candles created shadows on the cave walls, but as soon as the dark headed woman came into view, that was all Andraste kept her eyes on. The same way she stared at the panther before it lunged on top of her, raking her thigh with it's nails. Raika didn't attack, but she was just as much on the prowl as the jungle beast. Her crutch was snatched away, but she balanced most of her weight on her left foot at first.. then a hand against Raika's hip. While the healer stared at her looking like she might just to chew her up and spit the her bones out, Andraste leaned in, trying to take another taste from her lips. Again they were gone before she could have her fill when Raika lowered to her knees. While Andy had never been opened by a man or woman, she did understand what the woman was doing when she knelt, not like a free woman, but a slave, before her. Strands of darkened blonde stick against her cheeks as she tilted her head down to regard her. A hand reached out to caress her cheek softly as she'd witness men doing to their slaves, but she had never been present while they were both naked. Water still shedding down her body causing her to shiver as she stood there naked. Clothing was dropped to the ground beside her feet as she began to bend her knees and come down to kneel facing the other woman. She didn't place her hands on her thighs however, instead she extended one, the same that gently stroked her face, now hovered between the healer's two resting hands, near the crevice of her thighs, repeating the same words she had said in the water. "Show me... please"
She slid out of her kneel with a liquid grace, sliding onto all fours and pressing into the hands of the blonde. She was pure leonine grace, bronzed belly tightening and soaked braids swaying over her slender shoulders, brushing against the curves of her biceps and the thighs of the kneeling blonde. She stared into the eyes of the girl, lips curling up into a tight smile before she just kissed her, slow and hard, pushing Andrastes lips apart and sending her tongue sliding into the warmth of the woman's mouth. She took a good taste, her own eyes half-closing as she swayed forward in a slow roll of her hips and shoulders forward, cool water spilling against the pale skin of the woman and mixing with the raw heat of the slaves skin. She shoved Andy down onto the furs without breaking the kiss, following her mouth with lips and teeth before claiming it again in another kiss. Her arms braced against the soft furs, braids spilling pale cheeks and shoulders along with her heated breath as she simply laid on top of the warrior woman for a moment, belly to belly and hip to hip, though she was a few inches shorter. The water on their skin just made it easier, providing a slickness to the friction of them rubbing against each other. She finally broke the kiss with a soft purr, eyes opening to stare down into Andrastes with a wicked mirth in them before she bowed her head with a soft laugh to kiss the bottom lip of the girl again, before she slid onto her side just a little, bracing herself on one hand even as the other finger-walked down the belly of the blonde, dancing past her navel before finding her mound. And gently explore it, fingers sliding over her lips even as she ducked her head with a spill of thick, wet black braids over the pale girls breasts, framing them in ink as she nuzzled the curves. And then settled in for a real lick, trailing her tongue up the curve to find the smooth bud of her nipple.
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Amanita Vernia
All Seeing Eye
Desire her, despise her... but do not love. Love only destroys.
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Post by Amanita Vernia on Mar 6, 2005 13:01:06 GMT -5
The woman was primal in her movements, going from the kneel to all fours. She'd been in the jungles long enough to witness the mating of animals, even a few of the other girls who strutted their sexual nature around the communal fires, but alone with Raika, she felt her heart leap as her hand grazed the warm skin between her thighs. Kissed again, this time quicker in her own response, though still stiff in some ways as the woman directed her. She wasn't exactly gentle in her conquest, pushing Andy down only invoked her gut reaction to push back. A short tug of war played out before Andraste's back was against the furs with the other woman atop, lips still connected. Even if Andy didn't know what it was to be heated like a slave, she still melted as the warmth of flesh touched her own. Chest pressed into one another as legs slid between the opening. She purred under the woman, arms locked around her, trying to keep contact as she slid to her side, Andraste about to turn with her until she felt that hand slowly descending. Like a mirror she brought her own hand across the flesh of her hip to touch between thighs and mimic the touching that caused her to squirm at first and then relax into.
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