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In the Forest
By: Nyah691 Date: February 1, 2020, 9:59 am
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(07/08/19 9:09 am)
dagger [Nyah’s]
Dagger's Rules
Restricted
Hulneth, PoD
[Stream]
A winding flow of refreshing mountain waters.
The pristine waters are full of parsit, which are often enjoyed
smoked in the North.
says to ALL: i headed out to the stream with plans to follow it
to the forest. i knew my Mistress might have things well in
hand, but you could only have things as well in hand as your
information. Jacob was desperate and i was hedging a bet that
his desperation would push him towards Hulneth, if he was not
already here. The more i thought about it and the more i
considered the options available to him, why not? The devil was
in the details and one of the details Jacob had going for him
presently, was that he’d been a slave. Now, Jacob and i had an
understanding and a glimpsing of both worlds and could step int
and out of them easily enough.
My present theory was that Jacob was passing himself off as a
Freeman- a leather-worker and it wasn’t so much as acting a part
like when i had been free, because Jacob had been born free. No
one would think him a slave, and, hypothetically, he could live
out his years in some village here as a leather-worker and no
one would care. But Jacob feels wronged. He feels…violated. He
feels that if it weren’t for us (my Mistress and i ), that Dhara
would still be alive and he wouldn’t have had to slit her
throat. He still sees her face. It haunts him. Because of that
he is dangerous and because he is dangerous, i needed to find
him first. i’d already lost so much. i couldn’t even imagine
losing my Mistress or jamee.
What could a 4’9”, nine-fingered slave do to a full-grown man of
Gor? i was quite accustomed to being the under-dog, as it were,
but foremost, i was Karian and devious with frightening
intelligence. This wasn’t some boast. It was a fact and a fact
one that i would gladly share with any slave who’d been around
as long as i had. To live and breathe still, and still walk the
lands of Gor meant we were not only intelligent, but understood
and played the game of survival well. Before leaving i left a
note for my Mistress in her room, penned in my handwriting under
her pillow. “My Mistress: There has been something amiss since
we left the Fair. i have left for the forest to see if i can
restore the balance. i will return in two days.” i signed it ~d
When i stepped outside and breathed in the fresh air, all i
could think was: The game is on, Jacob.
(07/08/19 9:15 am)
dagger [Nyah’s]
Dagger's Rules
Restricted
Hulneth, PoD
[Camp site]
A fire crackled in the corner of the campsite, projecting long
shadows on the surrounding area.
this area was used for the Hunters to congregate. The area is to
the front of the small Hunters shelters looking over the line of
dense Forest trees
says to ALL: The walk was refreshing and it turned out to be a
lovely day. It didn’t take long to make it to the stream and
when i got there i hiked the kirtle up, knotting it at my hip
and waded into the stream splashing into the water and bent at
my waist to scoop my hands to get a drink of water, in doing so
some of the water spilling over my palms and down the front of
my kirtle. Once i began walking again i could see the sun was
waning and it would only be short time before the sun would set
beneath the large trees in the distance. Glad to have knotted
the kirtle at my hips, and not worried that anyone would see me
or notice me (not that i had to be modest but not looking to be
delayed) i pushed myself at a run. It felt **** good. The
rucksack banged along against my back, just nigh of leaving
bruises, and the cooler air rushed through my lungs with a cold
sear that left me half breathless and begging for more- so i ran
harder, faster.
The landscape passed me by in a rare blur, and i couldn’t help
but take note of it. The way the stars splashed across the sky
and how bright they were. It made me think of how far i’d since
my time in the Northern Forest alone. Eventually, though, i
stopped and made camp. i hauled dead sticks and brought to life,
with a little patience, a fire. It had been some time for me,
since i’d built a fire. i wasn’t very hungry despite the hard
run and instead found the stream and drank my fill of water.
But, i did lay a few small traps around my camp because by
morning i knew i would be hungry. By the time i was finished
with that and in making my nest of leaves to sleep, i curled up
and tilted my eyes toward the stars above me; they were bright
even among the tall trees and while i was drifting, i couldn’t
help but wonder if Jacob was out there looking at the same
stars. It was an uneasy feeling knowing he could be close and
the hairs on my arms stood on end just before i finally drifted
off.
(07/08/19 9:23 am)
dagger [Nyah’s]
Dagger's Rules
Restricted
Hulneth, PoD
[Stream]
A winding flow of refreshing mountain waters.
The pristine waters are full of parsit, which are often enjoyed
smoked in the North.
says to ALL: The morning broke with the taste of Sulport on my
tongue like ash; going back to Port Kar without Volstagg on one
of his smaller vessels while he drove North like a crazed man on
the Dead Memory; leaving me with his crew and the cruelties they
imparted on me- knowing they would.
i marched to the stream, angry strides carrying me and punching
fists through the thin, veil of ice that formed overnight. i
felt the cold water sting my face like needles and shook my head
hard, sending dark strands to whip across my back like blades.
Fully awake now, i went to check on the small traps; the first
one yielding nothing, the second yielding nothing and when i got
to the third, i was half afraid to look, when i saw the mottled
brown fur of a limp, leem and grinned. It was on the thin side,
but it would do. I quickly stripped its’ fur, brought it back to
the stream, washed it off along with my hands and brought it to
my camp where I got the fire going again. i speared the small
thing through with a sharpened stick and roasted it while i
formulated a plan.
i tore at the meat with my teeth, savouring the taste on my
tongue as the juices ran down my chin. Every ihn i spent out
here, i became more acclimated to the land. The training i’d had
before i’d ended up alone began to take over, and then the
training that i’d undergone with Malikai took over until not
even my Mistress would recognise me. The other side of the
kirtle was hiked up and knotted at the hip, my hair plaited and
knotted at the end and dirt was rubbed up and down my legs and
arms and along my face, making already tanned flesh, darker.
(07/08/19 9:36 am)
dagger [Nyah’s]
Dagger's Rules
Restricted
Hulneth, PoD
[forest edge]
As you enter the forest to begin your role-play you may choose
to roll the dice to experience your first encounter and then you
will continue with a series of dice rolls to complete the
encounters.This can be done at any time in your role play
says to ALL: The landscape of this forest was something that i
hadn’t yet explored deeply. In fact, this was the first time i
was getting the chance to deeply explore the area and while i
wished it wasn’t under these circumstances, i couldn’t deny the
beauty or the fact that i was already in love. i hoped that i
would be allowed to come back and explore more. Even as deep
into the forest as i was, the Thassa tang still drenched me here
and i savoured it. As i prowled along, the resident animals
having gotten used to my presence by now, i wondered if my
instincts were wrong. Was this man long gone, having escaped on
another ship to somewhere else? But toward dusk on the second
day, as i was preparing to make a camp for the night, heard the
unnatural scream of an animal that included bones snapping and i
dropped to the ground as though about to assume first-obeisant
position: on my knees, my head down and my palms to the ground,
but my eyes were up, scanning the ground were eye could see on
the forest floor and i was listening. Not only for the sound of
another but for the sounds around me, the changing sounds in the
landscape around me that would tell me a man was there. i’d had
time to assimilate to the landscape, because i’d been trained to
do so, and he’d not been. So i waited.
There were low, growls and then the tearing of teeth into the
soft, meat of flesh. i could hear blood splatter on trees and
leaves and blades of grass. You don’t think so? You’ve never
been so attuned to the sounds around you, the quiet around you
while something is being killed, that you can hear its’ very
life’s essence leaving it. i laid there and listened while Jacob
tore into the animal and devoured the life essence from the
animal in a sickening fashion. It was difficult for me not to
lunge from the safe place i was coiled in and kill him right
there; i was so revolted by the sounds he was making eating the
poor beast. Mine had been a clean death. There was respect in
the kill. i immediately thought of Dhara. Her gaping throat and
the anger surged through my veins. There was nothing but
savagery and i found myself smiling because what Jacob didn’t
realise yet was that i understood we were all animals. Some of
us simply had bigger teeth than others, and some of us weren’t
afraid to use them. And still, there were others…who made the
using of them, an art form.
[Pause Scene Here]
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