RP 101

So I got a chance to RP with Asirra Yue today (Awesome RPer, if you get the chance you should do a scene with her) For those of you who don't know, she's my pet giani in my Gorean RP. While there I got into a situation involving someone who.... well, I'll let you read and see for yourself.

[17:24] Story Giver Virago (chytrine) lands on the dock and straightened, her eyes dark as she looked around "Tal" she said, her fingers lightly touching her bow as she stepped off the dock towards the village of skerry. Her movements were a little stiff, but she bore up reasonably well as she glanced around at those there. Her eyes finally fell to the small scrap of fer and her eyebrows rose in quiet delight "Fish!" she said, her lips splitting into a grin as she knelt slowly upon the loamy earth, her hand falling to her belt to pull forth some of the cat's treats.
[17:28] PixieDust Magic watched the woman carefully as she jokes and tried to speak to the kitten. but ther e was no doubtt that pix kept a careful watch on the arrivals. The woman appeared to be sea sick and her color reflected that of a long vovage that was spent in the lower hull with the crew taking turns with her. Pix remained quiet for now and then measured the man next to her as she placed her hand descreetly on her head to assume his height. "Long trip here she muttered?"

There, right there? Did you see it? Well I did. Some random woman just put me on blast in RP, but in a way I couldn't possibly respond to. This bothers me. I thought the FIRST rule of RP is if you can't respond to it, it never happened. That's god-modding, thought emoting, just generally bad RP. I mean, didn't we learn this in RP 101, back in the tender and idyllic yesteryear of our youths? Now I was tempted to go all Jerry Springer on this chick, but I refrained...

[17:40] Story Giver Virago (chytrine) glanced back towards the woman and her eyes meandered slightly over her for a heartbeat. She looked from the mini skirt to the ragged pants and the bound boots. After a moment she simply allowed an eyebrow to arch upwards and her hands reached up to pull Fishmane down to curl up in her arms. the began to cover her whiskers in kisses as she felt the bundle of fur "Kitty" she crooned softly. Her pale skin buried into the cat's side. She took that moment to reconnect with the little fluffball who had stolen her heart. After that she looked up towards the new arrivals, recognizing one from a passing acquaintance "Tal, Riddik" she said, nodding her head with a grin as she attempted to feed Fish a small vosk-fish, smoked in Sais. A special treat for her baby. Her eyes lingered for more than was polite on the slave, and her eyes flashed for a moment "What brings you to skerry? The last I saw you, you were in.... errr...." she tries to remember the name of the group.

At that point my friend had walked up, and I was happy to just go a secondary route. I ignored her, completely, choosing to RP with my friend and my giani instead. What can I say? I'm cat person even in SL. Alex, however, took offense at her comments. While normally I don't condone stuff like this. He reamed her a structurally supercilious new asshole. It was a sight to behold, really.

[17:42] Alexander Steel (jariroyce) shuffled off the docks in his ever zombie-like saunter, not failing to notice that Bou was exuberant, like a volcano of love exploding to see her chubby lil' giani, that damned cat got all the love! Papa just stood there looking pale and hollow as if he'd spent the whole voyage on his ship in the hull bound in stockades with the crew taking turns on him. However, Bou, on the other hand, to his recognition seemed radiant and rather enchanting as ever, maybe a bit salty from a couple months at sea, but by no means crusty. However, he'd corkscrew his head to give an equal appraisal of Pixie, his eyes undulated up and down as he scanned her form. Yet, he'd say it alloud rather than keep it to himself "What are you supposed to be? The poster-girl for an Ar experiment on a schendi monkey gone bad in drag? I remember when our vine-swinging forest-romping primate women use to wear loincloth rather than try and trend around Gor in burlap mini-skirts with cute Jolly-rogers emblazoned on them like some backwards
[17:42] Alexander Steel (jariroyce):  ass,, she-narwhal-wench. Also, whats up with your nose, it looks like your head got too close to the shelves in a library and some errant scribe smashed your nozzle pinioned between two books. And not like small ones either... like city annals or something. Heavy ass, city annals offering ages worth of history collected in thousands of pages.... "

This goes goes to prove my point. It's always better when you can react to it.

I guess that's my lesson for the day. If you don't have anything nice to say, say mean shit and start a storyline, don't hide behind your RP in a way that doesn't allow anyone to react to what you're saying. On the offhand chance you want to passive aggressively insult someone, there's always that birding group !Pirate Brethren Raid Messenger. Those idiots don't even eject people.

The Second Date

BACKSTORY!

Alex just asked for permission to court Boudicca, Loki and Ohra have approved. the happy courting duo return to Einar where the scene takes place.

[20:10] Story Giver Virago (chytrine) lay back upon the rock, her face flushed with the success of the trip. She found her rock, and with a small sight eased herself back upon it, relaxing on it's cool surface. She looked up through the trees and searched for the moon, the smile on her face struggling to break through the surface as she listened to the sounds of the swamp around her. "You actually came back" she said, finally, her eyes turning towards him as he stood above her "I thought you might not" her body shifted delicately on the rock as she lost the thread of her words, and perhaps of what to say to him. Her hair fell back against the stone on either side of her like a waterfal of oil, soft and void-black on the mossy green stone "your father... he is Jerrik Stell, isn't he" she was well aquainted with the lands of Treve. She had been kept there before. Her eyes fell to his face, and she paused "I don't mean to pry..." she offered, quietly "If you would rather speak of something else, I understand" Her hand reached out to his,

[20:10] Story Giver Virago (chytrine):  wanting suddenly to touch him, and to feel his fingers in hers. that tentitive affection had bloomed more strongly at his question to her father, until now it blazed fully inside of her.

[20:22] Asirra Yue warily enters the town, a place that normally she would steer clear of just like all other animals do... But she doesn't see anyone about and the fish inside just smell soooo good... She slinks up to the hanging fish next to the barrels, sticking to the shadows as much as possible. However, her stealthy approach is in vain as soon as she pounces at one of the fish on the table. She lands on the fish, which then slides off the end of the table, knocking over the spears with fish already on them and causing her to mrowl in surprise.

[20:23] Alexander (jariroyce) it was a personal battle to mount his tarn and make the voyage back to Einar. On one hand, he could have been a conquerer, and earned prestige with her familial clan if he'd stayed and helped hold their ground. On the other... there was the affections of the woman he was slowly learning to love in jeopardy. He rationalized it as such when he accosted her on her perch "Its not your family I love, its you." he'd join her in repose, and lay beside her folding his arms above his head as his body saddled up next to her, a thick heat emanated from every pore as a natural response, his skin agitated in delight just to feel her, yet, his arms crossed over his head and he just laid there pondering, not fondling " I thought I might not... Why did you run? We could have held it... Your family was..." he'd shake his head and stray from those words, instead, he corkscrewed his head to the side, his eyes opened wide as she uttered the creator of his origins "Yes. And what of it? Hes an entirely different man than

[20:23] Alexander (jariroyce):  me... I hope you dont mean to try to fit me into his typology?" He'd not touch her, no not now, he seemed perturbed and unsettled about her flight from her homelands. As much as he wanted to feel her and explore her body, there were more pressing issues.

[20:31] Giani quickly picks herself up and darts off in a random direction to put as much distance between herself and the place where all the noise happened as possible.  In her flight, she runs headlong into the clearing in the center of the village before realizing that there are people there.  Once she does realize it, the young giani skids to a stop and freezes in place.

[20:32] Story Giver Virago (chytrine) heard the crash and sat bold upright on the rock, though after a wary moment she lay back down again, seeing nothing "I am not a fighter, Alex" she said, turning her face to his "I never have been, and with my ribs, I don't know how good I would be in combat. Those lands are strange to me, and aside from my family it's people are strange as well. I probably would have done more harm than good" she paused for a moment, and inhaled slowly "I will never be the best of fighters, indeed, i shall probably often be one of the worst. I count on my families reputation alone to save me, in most cases" she laughed gently "I am my father's baby" she said, finally "His littlest. I do not think he minds that I run when I should fight. Alissa is the one who has all the fighting within her. War left my body long ago" she saw the vague alarm in his face as she uttered the name of his father "I know little of Jerrik" she said, quietly "Once, I was part of a tribe near Treve, and I saw him often" she smiled, carefully "I

[20:32] Story Giver Virago (chytrine):  always ran from him. It was Randal who was the terror in my world" she closed her eyes and gathered her thoughts "Your father.... he let me escape once. He could have cut me down or stopped me, but he allowed me to slip away. I am thankful for that" she pushed herself up onto her elbow and looked down at him as he lay on the rock. There was a slight tightening of her eyes from the ribs, but she pushed it away. There had been worse hurts "I did not mean to implicate you by running, I simply...." she pauses, seeing something out of the corner of her eye, in a flash she was up, body arched much like a cat's as she stared at the feline form across the clearing, watching it for a full moment before relaxing again "giani" she said, quietly

[20:49] Alexander (jariroyce) wrinkled his face into an unpleasant scowl just for a moments time, pleading with her, trying to dredge through the raw essence of uncertainty she might have with him "I could have protected you. If this is going to work, you have to trust me to at least do that. It hurts to think that even if you might abandon them... if Einar was ever endangered and it was just myself, that you would choose flight. You have to trust me, Boudicca." that was enough lecturing for now, his aura of suffocating seriousness was offset by the clamor over the way, yet, it wasnt the noise that concerned him most, it was the fidgeting and lightning reaction that she gave, her face, obviously writhing from elevating herself. At once, he'd crunch up in a harmonic motion and paw over the set of ailing ribs with a grimace, instead of allowing her to lay back down, he'd slip his leg up and over her, his serpentine arms snaked around her tummy and clutched together at the center, he'd softly tug her into his lap and offer her the use

[20:49] Alexander (jariroyce):  of his own torso as her pillar of support to hold up her chest "Breath in through the nose and out through the mouth, Dear... And yes, like I said, my father isnt universally cruel. My main concerns tend to stem from the harem he keeps, and from the treatment of everyone else in Gor that isnt.. him. He views everyone as mindless drones meant to bow before the Sun God.. " he'd slip up and reveal that fine bit of info. He was not of the Norse faith, and, as he awaited her response, he made no attempt to play it off because there was the cutest little fuzzball sitting right there across the way, he'd start little cat-calls to it, and try and woo it to come over. "Is that yours, Boudicca? If so... im smitten!"

[20:55] Giani just stands there and stares right back at them for several long moments without so much as blinking her golden eyes, ears perked and alertly forward, the little ball of fluff obviously wary of the two and feral, but not as wild as most creatures of the marsh and forest are--possibly due to the fact that she, like most giani come from domesticated ancestors somewhere down the line.  She finally blinks and tilts her head curiously when they don't move towards her and indeed just settle back down and try to call her over.  After several long moments, she slowly, cautiously approaches them, circling around them slowly in what would be quite an intimidating predatory show if not for the fact that she's barely taller than mid-calf on a person.  Their words don't mean a thing to her, so she pays no heed to them at all, and when she completes her circle, she would stop just out of reach and lean in slightly to try and sniff at the man's hand and see if he has any food in it or something.  After all, she was

[20:55] Giani:  still hungry, she had to abandon her fish before she even got a bite of it in her mad flight away from the ruckus.

[20:59] Story Giver Virago (chytrine) heard him and a smile creased her face for the moment "My grandfather delights in getting me captured, as do my aunts. It is a game for them, a way to gain more chances at combat and glory" she licked her lips and sank gratefully into his lap. Her ribs had felt tremulous and fissured, her reflexed not at quick as she would have liked. She was losing the lightning grace she had borne as a wild woman. "Nobody is universally cruel" she said, breathing in delicate hisses through her teeth until the knots her intestines seemed to tie themselves in receded. As they did she relaxed back against him, her body loosely conforming to the hollows of his chest. "Sun God?" she said, and laughed softly "Oh, yes. I remember now" she thought for a few long moments and then said "I am of the Norse religion. Odin..." she trailed off, finding it hard to explain, the beautiful dreams and the warm feeling that had accompanied each time she died "I know my Father. I know he is real and he listens. Perhaps your Sun God is as

[20:59] Story Giver Virago (chytrine):  well. Perhaps they are just different sides of a dice rolled at birth" she smiled slightly, her eyes still carrying traces of pain as the giani came close "Not mine" she said, reaching down to a belt on her wait. From a pouch she withdrew some dried meat, handing it to Alex, if he would have it "give the kitt this" she said, quetly "It is uncommon to see them north of Ushindi. I wonder of it's lost" her unburdoned hand had drifted down to rest, feather light, upon his thigh where the warmth seemed to seep towards her smaller frame.

[21:14] Alexander (jariroyce) soon found wet dabs of dewy nose sauce tattooing his hands with scintillating drops, it was cutely disgusting. Yet, sadly, he wasnt a man who frequented keeping fresh carps in his trousers, he was no fish monger, he was a a warrior. So the cub would have to suffice with the Story Giver's morsel, which he'd gingerly pluck from her hand and appropriate next to the larl's muzzle "They delight in having you captured.. so they can make a sport of trying to win you back? By the Sun God's balls.. id never do that to our children." he'd start to perspire in a panic with that statement, once again, another freudian slip "I mean.. not that were going to have children... like I meant..err.. that if I had them. I would want them to grow up strong... not as toys." he'd suffice by ending that cruel moment of anxiety as she nested into him, the free hand that wasnt feeding the larl straightened two fingers together and touched base over the fibers of flesh over her tender chest, they'd run circles in a kneading massage

[21:14] Alexander (jariroyce):  over the area, not applying enough pressure to pain her, just enough to make her solaced. And to add icing on the cake, he'd crane his head and bestow one suckled kiss on the nape of her neck to relish her salten taste, "I know you are of the Norse! Asatru? Is it? Well, I certainly can respect that. My father cant. But I cant. Thats where he brings you to wits end, in his eyes, you either convert or die. Very draconian man. However... your father seems reasonable. Maybe ill get to know him a bit better soon, yet, the Sun God has yet to forsake me. Im more interested in the man. The paternal man who you call your father. The man I shared words with and who spoke with honor. That one. Im sorry.. its just impossible for me to conceive more than a single God. And much less, a God in a man's Avatar."

[21:14] Alexander (jariroyce): But I can*

[21:21] Giani was a castaway, so to speak.  Her mother was the product of domesticated giani, but was cast off from the litter at birth due to the owner not wanting them.  Then. while pregnant, her mother sensed an impending catastrophe at the Korat trading post--where she lived--and fled onto a roundship headed north.  She survived by hunting the urts in the hold at first, and that lasted her several weeks, but the journey this far north from that far south takes months.  She hid away and saved her energy as long as she could, but when she became too weak to hold herself in her dark hide-away, she slid out and was discovered in quite a sorry state by the oarmaster.  He took pity on her and spent his free time fishing for her and nursing her back to health.  The ship had been headed to Einar anyway, but it fell prey to pirates near Lake Ias.  Her mother gave birth to the litter there, but died shortly after to panthers.  This little giani then fled northward away from the panthers and found herself here.   She gives a

[21:21] Giani:  slightly disgruntled grumble when she finds his hand empty at first, but her eyes lock onto that strip of meat as soon as it is withdrawn, and she hungrily snatches it from his hand, dancing back a few paces to quickly inhale it like she hasn't eaten in days--and she might not have since her mother didn't survive long enough to teach them to hunt.  Then, a moment later, she's back at their side once more, this time much closer and sniffing at the woman's skirt, looking for more meat; she's intelligent enough to realize that she is the one with the food, apparently.

[21:27] Story Giver Virago (chytrine) laughed softly as she watched him feed the morsel to the cat "How sweet. We used to have a giani called panthera in our tribe" she said, watching the small feline form. The grace it imbued, the delicate predatory slink was something she admired greatly about the small animals. The rubbing at her ribs gave her pause, and she arched into it slightly, grimacing, but not asking him to stop. It was relaxing the swelling around the rib, and that was good. It might make it heal more evenly. The kiss to the back of the neck, however, was an unexpected treat, one that send little shivers over her body, hardened her nipples and sent goosebumps crawling down her arm. It was a sensation she had never felt before, and it startled and delighted her. Again the pallid cheeks flushed red and she leaned into him, a soft, delicate form "Your father holds his beliefs most dear" she said, quietly "I could not imagine being so uptight with my ideals. I believe that belief in and of itself can make something true, but I KNOW"

[21:27] Story Giver Virago (chytrine):  she put a hand over her heart "I know that Odin is real. How could I doubt when I have seen him and called him my father? When he has spoken to me and claimed me as child?" she felt the old steady beat of her heart 'I am, I am, Iam' it murmured beneath her palm "I don't expect you to believe me. I wouldn;t honestly believe myself, but it is true" she sighed out lightly and laughed "children... I have never had a child of my own, nor never though I would" she left that as it was, thought there was a hopelessness, and pain to her voice when she mentioned children. As the giani scooted nearer, she laughed gently and pulled the pouch containing her Jerky, and opened it with one fumbling hand, into a square of material, with a sizeable heap of flesh in the middle "Eat up" she said to the giani in a surprisingly motherly tone, watching it and seeing it's ribs "you'll need it, little cat" her hand traced small, arbitrary patterns on Jari's thick as she lay against him, fully content with every touch doled upon her

[21:53] Alexander (jariroyce) made an -o- face of genuine surprise as the cub snatched away the offering with such fervor. Equally so, that the poor famished creature didnt lick every molecule of flavor off his fingers. There seemed to be a certain charm to the meek thing, and, the way Boudicca fawned over it as her own offspring. To be sure, Alex was on the more tender realm of virility amongst the ranks of Goreans, yet, even he was leery of all things wild. So, when he'd try and let Giani inherit some of his affections, it would come with sheer apprehension, his muscles tightened underneath Boudicca, thighs nearly vicing her in his lap as he'd stretch over and attempt to lay two fingers on the beast and just ruffle its scalp gingerly "Unfortunately, the closest thing ive had to a pet has been my brothers pet rock... he is a bit.... how should I say.. slow." the jape seemed to light-heartedly ease his tension when she mingled with his touching as well, her trace of the parallel reds and blacks sewn into the fibers of his silken

[21:53] Alexander (jariroyce):  trousers coupled with the exposure to her sweltering pimples that he could feel brewing under her cloth, made a breathy sigh creep over her shoulder, instinctively, his hips jostled like clockwork, to buck her once, the mere friction of the cloth on his groin against her quickly made the mass within get a bit chubby and congeal.. from here, he knew, he had to move now or things would get quickly awkward, so, he'd tell one story of his father as he'd desperately shuffle underneath of her trying to move into a more platonic repose "A man once asked him, "What is it like to be the Ubar of Treve"? The ubar's terse reply, "To be hated, and feared, and know that all the world wishes your death.... a story of who my father is.." his own cheeks sparkled in a flashing red, mixed with pleasure and embarrassment as he continued "Its just... Jerek Steel may act like a God. But, he never claims to be more than a man. For what purpose do you think that the Spear-thruster himself would have raised you... your fighting

[21:53] Alexander (jariroyce):  prowess, as you attest, is lackluster. You arent part of the einherjar... Why. Give me empirical evidence, Boudicca. Why do you cite this grand birthrite? What do you think is your purpose?" awkwardly now sharing a few snickers as he finally managed to saddle up his legs next to her, but not around her, "As for children... nor have I... but.. maybe.... " he'd shrug and instead bring his arm around her shoulder and nestle her head to his chest

[22:03] Giani mrewls happily, her eyes getting big when she sees all that meat getting placed in front of her, and she hardly waits for Boudicca to set it down before she practically pounces on it and starts inhaling the meat quickly and purring.  She finishes it in record time, then stretches and yawns before glancing around again.  She gives a quite growl that really sounds more adorable than anything when he touches her while she is devouring the meat, but other than that, she doesn't seem to pay any attention to him at all.   After that, she hops up lightly into Boudicca's lap--the little kitten only a week or two old so she hardly weighs anything at all--and provided that she doesn't get flung off, she curls  up into a contentedly purring ball of fluff, apparently claiming Boudicca's lap as her new bed.  She gives quiet mrrfs and a few adorably cute little mrewls as Alexander jostles Boudicca and by extension her around, but she stays settled there on her lap.

[22:16] Story Giver Virago (chytrine) watched the giani with a carefulness as she set the food down. Drawn back in by Alex's voice, she laughed softly, feeling how stiff he was, like an iron rod beneath her (no penis joke intended yet). "relax" she advised him, gently, turning in his arms and stroking his bare chest with her nimble fingers "Animals can tell when you are tense, she rolled back onto her back as she felt the cat lightly jump up into her lap. She gently stroked the soft head and fluffy body, scratching behind the ear, on the rump, at the base of the tail, generally all the places where cats went crazy for. Her fingers were soothing and gentile as she cared for the little animal. They were real to her. Solid. All she ever had wanted from life, she had been given in solace of her love for animals. It was not only cloth against his groin, her curves did a remarkable job of grinding against him as he shifted beneath her. Her could probably feel the chastity belt, as he moved, the rods protecting her from any devious suitors. As he

[22:16] Story Giver Virago (chytrine):  shifted away she sighed, a breathless exhale of sadness. That closeness was cherished. As he pulled away, however, she saw why he had to do so. The cloth of his pants did not easily hide the length that had developed. As he sat up it mostly dissapeared, but a vivid flush had raced across her face and she hurriedly glanced towards the small fluffball on her skirt. She swaddled it in excess material, making a sort of den for it to rest in as she lightly made soothing murmurs, leting alex arrange himself and tell his story. As he pulled her back into his chest and asked her about Odin, however, she recoiled "My father, Ohra is no god" she said "He is the shroud of Odin, not Odin himself" she paused, licking her lips and thinking "I do not know how much you know of Norse cultuure" she said "But the gods were known to take human lovers and have human children, or hide in human form" she gestured, gently "these God-born bastards reproduced as well, though the blood became thinner and thinner until only whispers

[22:16] Story Giver Virago (chytrine):  remained. Ohra has such a whisper" her eyes flicked to Alex and she looked sad "Odin desired my mother enough to possess Ohra and have her at my conception" she said, quietly "But he did not claim me as his own until I was killed" she turned her face away from him, her eyes half-narrowed in grief "My head was literally stomped in by a man as I listened to him rape my friends" her voice was icy, and blew forth from her lips like a fell wind "If you look in my hair, you can see them, faintly. Scars, silver now, from where he destroyed me" she pointed to the side of her head with she scorpion "This.... it was completely concaved" she gently played with the small cat's tail which poked out the small nest she had made it "Odin, he welcomed me into Valhalla. While my body was carried in a coracle back to my tribe, he explained of my lineage. As his daughter, I was granted life again" she looked up to Alex again, and there were tears in her eyes 

[22:18] Story Giver Virago (chytrine): "each time I die, he brings me back. I have no power, no strength of arms. I have only the stories, the sight and the sorrow of being stolen from peace again and again. It is not so much blessing as curse" words failed her and she looked down at the even bones of her hands with a sort of quiet pain. He could examine her head if he liked, she told the truth about the latticework of scars, like webbing over her head.

[22:49] Alexander (jariroyce) attempted to guise the steely husk tenting his trousers by angling up his legs until it sunk enough to trick the eye, it wasnt simply something he'd want her to view. When her fingers glided over the etches of muscle carved into his pecs, individually, they'd convulse and shudder, his chest rose and robbed the atmosphere of a dire needy breath. It was definitely not helping the growing drum of throbbing veins in his lap, and, he'd have to reach for her and claw over her palm as an advisory, and delicately touching his lips to the finger that was so adventurous "Stop... just a bit..." he'd guide her back to her own lap, and place her hand dually with his own on the kitten's back, helping her fluff up the cooing pussy, (Also no pun intended) with tender strokes of his fingers. "He seems tame enough... at least if youre stroking with me, he will maul you first." a toothy, jagged grin waxed up on his lips as he cackled, subsiding as he noticed she'd probably not been laughing with him. A dreary melancholy

[22:49] Alexander (jariroyce):  was readable as his eyes perused her grim pale face, the very story she bestowed was heart-wrenching, to put it lightly. He wanted to throttle her and hold her tight, and gift her solacing touches, yet, his arms felt weakened to the point where he could only stare at her, not budging a move throughout her whole tale. His features showed not pity, but sympathy. And, at her behest, he'd oblige her in experimenting the stories merits. a hand drifted over her head and rifled through sable combs of locks until it reached the pointed epicenter of her focus and he thumbed over the lines of calloused scar tissue. He felt it, he saw it, he heard it from her lips. Yet, his minds eye chose to disbelieve it. He would not allow her evidence to dissuade him from the Sun God, yet, he'd keep that fact to himself. As he brush the back of his palm over her cheek's horizon to wipe away the tears, he'd lie to her, "I believe you... my love. Truly.. Odin must've blessed you if you can tell a tale of such a daunting past and sit

[22:49] Alexander (jariroyce):  before me... speaking candidly. You've shown no evidence that you might be a liar to me in any aspect. As you said last night.. you've not lost your integrity." he'd disclaim that.... he knew she was telling the truth. She always had. But, it must be insanity? He simply was not ready to accept that. And, instead, he vigorously attempt to stray away from the subject, "By the way... tomorrow.. im taking you out of the swamp. I did say I was a journeyman. And, while I know this place bears special meaning for you... i'd like to share your company wherever I go... I may settle here one day.. who knows? But.. just a change of venue would be nice."

[22:54] Giani purrrs deeply and arches lightly into the petting, nuzzling in against it.  She may be a wild animal by definition, but she is still too young to have developed the feral instincts or settled into the dangerous habits of other wild animals yet.  Plus she just gorged herself, so now it is nap time as far as she is concerned, and the lap of the one that fed her seems like as good a place as any, especially considering that she lost her mother very early on in her development, so she's still at the stage that she easily latches onto Boudicca as a protective, perhaps even mother  figure.   Her eyes close and she stretches a bit. squirming some to get comfortable while she enjoys the petting and relaxes and drifts off to sleep.

[23:11] Story Giver Virago (chytrine) felt his fingernails rake across the back of her hand and she sighed, slowly, letting the air gust from her lungs. Her hand reluctantly withdrew from his body, but there was a hunger in her eyes. "I will..... fine...." she said, her fingers trailing little massaging caresses over the cat's fluffy back "I am quite fond of the little giani" she said, softly, hunching over to press a soft kiss to the fluff-ball's head. There was a motherly smile in her face as she did, and her heart was warm, as she saw the little animal. She looked every inch like a mama caring for her child at that moment, with Alex next to her, playing the father role to the lost, sleeping kitty. There was a flicker in his eyes, however, that distracted her, and she smiled wanly as he tried to comfort her. He did not believe her. She could tell, there was the way his eyes searched her face, the confusion in their depths, trying to reconcile who he thought her to be with the evidence she offered him. He would see, she figured, if ever she

[23:11] Story Giver Virago (chytrine):  was to be killed again, he would see. "I will come with you" she said, finally "but Einar is my home. I would not be robbed of it forever, for I enjoy the trees and the waters, much as I enjoy this sweet kitten" she paused for a heartbeat and then "I wish to bring her with us" her voice was soft as she stroked the cat "I think she's all alone. If we could... that would be lovely" she turned to Alex, and despite the doubt she saw in his eyes, and despite the rough hand finding the secrets of her scars, she fell in love with his pale face a little more "Alex..." she said, softly, her plump lips caressing his name in a way that was both indefinably sweet and frighteningly sexual. She leaned into him, then, careful not to disturb the kitten, and her hand came up as she tried to kiss him. This kiss was not chaste, but virulent with the wilderness and lust that raved the inside of her seemingly-placid form. This was the kiss of a woman, a kiss of fire and intensity, like a bolt from the heart of flames delivered

[23:11] Story Giver Virago (chytrine):  directly to cool upon his mouth.

[23:43] Alexander (jariroyce) the joints of his chaste treatment of her kept him shackled in a position most uncomfortable. On one hand, there was the desire to simply cave in and have at her and mingle in the very natural sense. But, he'd felt the locket of brass and wiring stowing away her treasures, who held the key? It was anyones guess. The carnal flares sobered enough each time she'd allow him to clutch her and prod her. His own stare was hotter than asators, "Just for now.... love." he'd ease back against her shoulder to shoulder, in a paternal way, he'd shed some envious jealous for the cat, nearly an an oedipal way, he'd crave the affections, yet, of course, would coat her with a couple more brushes of his palm. Before raising his caress to not disturb the felines respite "We can take her with us. However, im sure she will need to be taught.... proper house manners. Else shes going to make your quaint shack here quite.. err.. smelly." he wouldnt go into details, it would spoil the moment to speak of animal's defecation

[23:43] Alexander (jariroyce):  habits. "Thank you.. Im glad..." he'd pause for a moment, thoughtfully looking back up from giani to her "You can bring the cat of course... but I think..." he'd have no more words as her face drew inwards each passing ihn, it was like time slowed down the moment a needy gifting of his name was murmured. It was petrifying in the right way, like a gargoyle he sat upon the mount, her lips would have connected with ice and stagnant flesh when she bridged the gap. But, when reality set in, the very taste dancing over his lips in a piquant zest, he'd feel once more, the carnivorous virility in him urged him, and, he fought back, taking the precautions of making sure his leg didnt knock off giani as he straddled over her, arched his hips upwards to keep them elevated above the cat, and began to bludgeon his lips along hers in a ravenous way, his hands mounted the base of the rock over her shoulders as he canted just a bit and traced the tip of his tongue over the point of entry into her own lips, probing inward,

[23:43] Alexander (jariroyce):  yet, stopped at the pearly whites, and breathlessly lifted "Boudicca.. I think I want to stay here with you... and be with you."

[00:07] Story Giver Virago (chytrine) laughed "Doubtful she could do worse than it already is" she said, gently scooping the cat off of her lap. She pulled off one of the threadbare shirts she wore and made a nest on the ground for the cat, next to the rock "I sleep outside" her eyes were dancing with slight amusement as she felt his hands trail over her flesh. Her now-bare shoulders gleamed slightly in the moonlight. She would reclaim the shirt in the morning from the cat, and wash it, if need be. It was not until the kiss, however, that she really lost herself. As he sank down atop her she arched into him. Her legs parted just enough to allow his hips to settle against her. Her arms reached up and wrapped around his shoulder, slathering her tightly to him, and locking her body into his in one of those intense and passionate ways. She knew it would not lead to sex, could not, without Rainbow and Loki forking over their halves of the keys for the belt, yet she wanted, more than anything to feel her skin against his, to shed the oppressive

[00:07] Story Giver Virago (chytrine):  clothing and live as she did in the woods, naked, wild, and free to a certain extent. As she felt his tongue, she groaned slightly and let out a slow exhale, her entire frame trembling beneath him. There was a vitality to her, now, something longing in the forbidden. Her thick hair fell in waves about her face as she stared up at him, reproach, love, desire and joy mingling in her gaze "I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed, And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. I think I made you up inside my head" it was a poem her father had told her, and she relished in it, and in the slow, moist churning that seemed to infect her lower stomach. "Stay with me..." she said, again, after he spoke "don't leave.... I do not want you to leave..." she paused, and then slowly leaned in and placed another kiss to his mouth. A true plea.

[00:26] Alexander (jariroyce) as soon as the cat was abandoned, he'd compact the bareness of his carapace atop her, one arm made a limb column to support himself from letting gravity have him outirght, he too knew the slightest stimuli to the area would wrack her with pain, so, he'd continually,dart inward and outward, to cause friction between their forms, chest to breast, while the other hand fooled itself with her subtle nuances she displayed in her body language and pinched the brim of her skirt, hiking it up into upheaval until his talons could vice around a lone bare thigh, it'd clutch and knead hungrily, ever-drawing inward towards the epicenter of her pleasure, until, it was halted by a barrier. one he'd curse with every fiber of passion within him, his hairs cascaded downwards like a golden waterfall, the tendrils would have been ticklish as he dropped for a second helping od her lips, suckling her once more before his panicked breaths made him endure the disphoria of abstinence "You've seen my poems... they are far less

[00:26] Alexander (jariroyce):  articulate and far more raunchy.. All I know is that I want you... Boudicca. I wont forsake you. And I assure you..." he'd consolidate right then and there, as he fell back down and planked beside her, his fingers spooling coils of her hair "This isnt one of Loki's tricks. Im very real. I make no grand claims to be a son of Odin... but, I would love to be your companion.. one day."

The Code...

Face it, my friends. There is a darkness in Gor, a plague running rampant amongst the common folk. I am talking, of course, about the unspoken but once-adhered to bro-code of Gor. There was a time, of course, when the bro-code was followed, and those honorable elders held it up as a paradigm of what it meant to be Gorean. These damn kids, however, have taken this ancient pact and thrown it to the kalba, then stomped on it. It is time to educate the youth of today about the honor of the past. You might question the validity of a woman writing a bro code, but the code is for all, and I simply have transcribed it, as I know best, from the ancient Gorean texts of the Kings of Rhole Plae, of the old Gorean Kingdon.

Without further ado, I present you the bro-code of Gor, restored, as best as our scribes were able.

The first rule in the book:

1. If a slave has a name like lure, trap catch or bait, then they aren't the best to steal. As they say in Star Wars "IT'S A TRAP!"

Addendums

a. If you fail to steal a slave, and are downed, don't throw a temper tantrum.  Theft is wrong in any alternate reality, kids.

b. If you get killed, later for stealing a slave, don't scream "MOD" or "UNGOREAN" It's in the books. I KNOW nobody has read them, but still, trust me on this. 

2. Slaves, you could be his girlfriend, mistress, dog, pony, parrot or sentient sofa in RL or OOC, but please for the love of GOD stop trying to be all of the above in role-play.

Addendums

a. If you let her treat you like a pretty pretty princess, men, then odds are you should just give it up, get down on your knees and hail Verna, panther-wench leash-holder of the chain of pussy whipped.

b. Baby talk is demeaning. Pedophiles are into that shit. Seriously, who finds that attractive? I bet every guy walks out of his house in the morning saying "Damn, I wanna find me a woman who talks like a six year old and wears pigtails and fucktons of pink. That's not sinister at all!"

3. Ferals, I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you figure out how to walk like a normal person, and stop talking like a monkey with an anal fissure, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you. I will not persue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.

Addendum

a. So you can talk in third person but barely grasp the grammatical sense that God gave a retarded gnat, you crawl around on all fours all day, but somehow keep the treasure-trove of beads and bones and trinkets you wear clean, and generally were raised by wild giani in the backstreets of fuck-all southern jungle? I don't even have the patience left to try and make a joke out of this.

4. Bonds. You are a Gorean slave, not a free woman that gets to dress sluttily, so stop acting like it. Jesus Christ on a deep-fried taco do you guys misunderstand your roles. Also, back to the accents thing? Northerners talk with an accent, I get it. I do not need you to type out some garbled ass Morgul chant which I have to put through my cereal box ring to decipher into any recognizable form of English.

5. Infidelity. Gorean men, I know that women of all kinds, free or slave have been unlocking their privates to your rugged charm since time and mesh-hair unmemorable, but Brantley Gilbert has a word of warning to all you would be woo-ers. "Stay away from other boy's women, that's a damn good way for a man to get it wooped down here"

Addendum

a. Who is fucking who is generally 98% of what anyone talks about in Gor. Someone will find out, everyone will hear about it. The romance will die and you will have to pay e-alimony to all those prim babies that may or may not be yours. And there is no Gorean Maury Povitch, so think before you poke the pink.

6. Free Woman. Give it up and wear the burka already.

Addendum.

a. Free women were not sweet, snuggly, adorable things with names like Baby, or Snuggles (Yes I have seen one of those). They were virulent women who took no leeway from men or shit from slaves for fear of being collared. They had names like Talena, which sounds like Talon, and TALONS REND THE FLESH OFF OF BODIES.

a i. That is not to say that free women weren't respectful to men, but you can be respectful and a total cunt at the same time, which is what Gorean free women did. What they DIDN'T do was spend time pouring bagfuls of sugar on the heads of barely competent kajira who fawned over "De pretti dressies" or called them "Sistress" (If you have ever been called Sistress, please just give up and take a collar. I feel you would be happier).

b. Attire. If I can see your cleavage and you are not a red hunter in your native lands I am going to have to ask you to take a knee, kick back, find a necklace, and come be the most recent on the chain of undersexed harpies that seems to gravitate towards every owner I have.

(Exception being Jayden Maurer)

7. Free Men. There once was a time when honor meant something. Where the words alone of a man who followed the codes were accepted, for honor was not bought or borne lightly. What the fuck happened?

Addendum.

a. Men of Gor have become, if possible, more catty than the free woman. Every guy is trying to end a relationship, juggling multiple women, and playing more mind games than Freud. Just give it up already. I live in Seattle, if I wanted to see men act like women I would just go up to Capital Hill and hang with the sensitive indie kids. At least they're opened minded.

b. If you spend a lot of time talking about your sheer and encompassing manliness, then you probably aren't manly at all. Odds are heavily stacked against you, actually. If you have Master in your display or Avatar name, give it up, turn in your biking leathers and go be a happy gardener somewhere. We accept you, and you have nothing to prove.

8. GE. Oh christ, where to start…

a. Some of you try, and I love you for it. The rest of you log into an avatar based chat site used as a role-play game and then spurn literacy like it was the plague. If I go to RP at a GE sim they look at me like I am an alien, and somewhere along the line an angry crowd gathers, menacing me with pitchforks and chanting "Burn the witch"

b. RP itself is why we come to the RP SIMS of Second Life. That means storylines, feelings, interests and intrigues. That does not mean quibbling over if someone posted lockpick emotes or if a sentence was nine words or ten. (Lock pick emoting is stupid. The door has a fucking timer on it, you are getting in either way)

c. I don't care who the 'soulmate of the week' is, or who you're 'so in love with' I don't want to hear another speech about how much love sucks when you're with fifty oblivious guys on your various alts. I don't give a single contextual fuck.

d. To quote Kat Williams "If you're stupid the LEAST you should do is try". So why is it that I see the same idiots in the same noob ass drama day after day? Gah. Lose, RP, break up, move on with a little grace and class, but nobody wants to hear the whinging, so get over it and shut the hell up.

e. The gamers. I know you like shooting, but you could take a cap every once in a while. RP may be boring to you, but what's boring to me is the fact that you are actually pathetic be proud that you are one of the 'Best Bows In Gor'. Here's an idea. Drop that bullshit online mystique you cultivate like a multimillion dollar company, go outside, get a tan and meet real people. Because (REALITY CHECK) your accomplishments in here mean nothing. They are hubris, simply.

9. BTB. This list could get extensive pretty fast.

a. Gorean Lifestylers. There is no Gor in real life. Stop calling yourself a Gorean. You appreciate the culture, edicts and ideals, but you can not, will not or shall not ever be Gorean. Get over it.

b. Kennels. I will hate you without reservation for as long as I shall live. I will not call you Master or Mistress in a group chat, or in your IMs or anything similar. I will not turn in note-carded chores that I spew out to indifferent air. I sure as HELL will not kowtow to you trying to sell me off to "members of the city only" because your recruitment base is so low that you can't possible part with an iota of your players. So basically, I will not do kennels.

c. A collar means nothing. Cut it with the idiotic idea that I HAVE To be subservient to you just because you put one on me. You still have to break and train a slave, right? Right.

d. Gorean speech does not include Urth, chilla, or any of these made up bullshits that are spewed stupidly all over Gor. Blackwine was rare out of Thentis, slaves said Tal. In essence, you all talk like GEers and have no right to bitch.

e. Onlineisms in mannerisms are annoying, to say the least. Slaves did not kneel just because a free was within a 20 foot radius, they knelt when ordered or when called into service. Assassins were feared, not dick-jocked, and torturers hid their caste and colors for fear of being murdered.

f. In reality, BTB isn't that much better in GE. There is more RP, but it sucks horribly in most places, and it's just the same stagnant ass cycle of paga serves and furring. Ho-hum pig's bum.

10. Assorted snippets, dedicated to this page by a guest writer

The rest of the code is lovely, but here are just a few key points that I think everyone should scorn just as much as I do.
Kur-human sex
Slaves calling every other collared vagina 'sister'
Tarl McGiganticus of the South
Jarl Torvie the Topless of the North
Oneliners
Tippy toe feet
Chillas
The chronic misapplication of kalana wine.
Male Panthers
Meeting fifty different people in every city, but all fifty of those people having one of three pre-offered personalities.
People on SL bitching about "UnGorean"
That "The Goreans scorn you" quote
Anais Nin
Eyes described as "Hues/gems/orbs"
Typing me as Me based on your role.
Slaves talking about themselves in the third person.
People that type something at a group of people RPing, then are shocked and horrified when someone includes them in the RP.
Random friend invites. Bitch, I don't know you like that!
Everything else.

The Story-Giver's hot date in Einar

As the sworn virgin in the family, this probably wasn't kosher, but screw it. I had fun.

[21:32] Dji Virago (djivirago) smiled sweetly at the man as a friend of hears appeared "boudicca" she said, taking the leash and handing it towards her blessed and often frightening mother "I ahve the one you've been looking for" her eyes sparkled as she turned back to the man "Meet Boudicca Spiritor, Story Giver of Einar, Head of dominus Virago, and daughter to the great god Odin" she tilted her head and let the blonde hair caress her back as she smiled even more darkly "and my adopted mother" she thrust the leash into Boudicca's hands and then bowed to her mother "Be well, fairest of the fair" she said, and proceeded to vanish into thin air

[21:40] Alexander (jariroyce) would add a couple titles to that list, as he descended to a single knee and bowed his head, "Ubara of Ubara! The Tatrix of Tatricies! Most Divine of Valkyries! She of the Sharpest Blades and Quickest Wits! Quicker than Loki in a Falcon Skin and Stronger than Thor donned with his mighty belt and mjollnir! Am I trying too hard? I think the date is going well so far." he'd sagely nod and get back up to full stature as she laid decadently down on a rock "So what now? Grape feeding? It seems appropriate for the picture. Or I could paint you. In fact.. as you noted in my poem, ive admired you from afar for sometime! It would be a privilege!

[21:43] Story Giver Virago (chytrine) dragged the man through what might have seemed a grueling trek through the swamp, but in reality was quite commonplace for her. HEr ribs ached a little as she slid into camp, but it was manageable so she simply moved towards her rock and settled upon it "come" she said softly, patting the area beside the fire. It had been good to see Dji. She missed the girl. She didn't get to see enough of her "I am Boudicca Spiritor, but you know that" she licked her lips gently "And no, I require no grapes. I lie this way because it is comfortable, and because Jaym Wolfhunter has honored me by breaking my ribs" she looked him over for a few moments and then said "I enjoyed your poem. It was highly interpretable. Almost negging, though you possess a good vocabulary" she stretched and resettled upon her rock "You may call me Story Giver, for it is my title, as well as who I am" she blinked her eyes lazily "and you, who are you?" she asked, her voice curious "For I have known you to admire me for some time now, yet also

[21:43] Story Giver Virago (chytrine):  not have the bravery to speak to me" she stood, with some small effort and moved to stare him in the face, her cobalt eyes trained on his features

[21:59] Alexander (jariroyce) the march along the long mire was taxing, yes, he was a city man, built for marching on cobbles and traveled roads. He didnt whine or bemoan, yet, by the time of their arrival there was a scintillating coat of perspiration glistening his sanguine skin. What astounded him though was that she, in all her petite, savory womanishness stood before him... barefoot. His eyes scanned her, yet plastered on her feet, teeth entrenched into his own chapped lips as he didnt much envy their condition. He could tolerate gross feet in a lady as long as she didnt try to rub them all over him or expect a foot massage. "I know that. And I know of you. Not enough, though.. May I ask if you know of me in return? Because... do remember, it was me who asked you on this 'date'. And, you seemed willing to oblige. Do you always take strange men into your village to woo and enchant you?" he'd show a jagged toothy smile back "It wasnt my lack of courage that too me this long to get here. I find there is more intrigue if you keep a

[21:59] Alexander (jariroyce):  woman always guessing about you... as hokey as that may sound.. And, the poem may have been a bit unorthodox, but, I put some time into tailoring it, making sure I used words and sentences. If you were a woman who settled for a man who is a lackwit, I would be sorely disappointed." he'd saddle up his keester next to her, and met her gaze, locking the stare in a formidable way, and blowing a stray hair from his face so she could drink in his full visage as he memorized the lines and indents of her own, appreciating it in a subtle way, "Oh? why do they call you the story giver? You tell me your story first, and then, maybe ill tell mine."

[22:08] Story Giver Virago (chytrine) watched him for another moment and then pulled out a dagger and sliced through the ropes in precise movements "No" she said, softly "I cannot tell you my story, for that is not the story in my heart at the moment" she paused and said after a few seconds "I think that I am learning a story now, but tell me some of yourself in any case, as we are on uneven footing" she smiled with a sort of delicacy and said in a careful voice "You know of me, I know nothing of you. It is an impasse, I am afraid" she sat near him, letting the wind cause the ends of her raven hair to dance across her body. Her feet were bare, indeed, but they were small, shapely things. Delicate in their form. While coated in muck, the swamp mud seemed to be beneficial to them, for if they were touched the were actually quite soft. "What you call guessing I call question, for imagination or the truth" she replied to him, her gaze glancing up through the trees to the far-flung sky "Should you tell me nothing of yourself I shall simply craft

[22:08] Story Giver Virago (chytrine):  a story to suit my curiosity" she grimaced gently as her ribs shifted and her hand flew lightly to her side "I could use some help, however, if you have any skill in the medicinal arts" she added, her eyes tightening and the blue darkening to a deep oceanic color "Eir has not been kind to this hurt" her voice rushed out lightly in a sigh as she braced herself against the pain

[22:26] Alexander (jariroyce) lifted his arms and stretched to the sky, allowing fresh mana to shoot through his arteries, already, he began to look more replenished and at ease with her, casting aside a couple last shreds of apprehension, he'd gladly respond "Well, now that you have me as a man and not a captive. I think im at liberty to gift you at least the needed amount for pleasantries. However, id prefer to make you develop your own assessment of me, and, having been brought to you in binds is no good first impression. So, I shant boast. Im a simple man, my name is Alexander and my House is Steel. I serve a homestone, yet, my heart is not with it. I prefer journey to the rank and file. My caste by nepotism is red, yet, I only formally display myself in a kilt when mercenary work is no where to be found. I've no wife, no children, no slaves, though, that is not to say I am poor or a recluse either. And that..." he'd pause, his breath falling short as her sable mane blew like reeds in the wind. In a very unorthodox manner, he'd

[22:26] Alexander (jariroyce):  elevate his loosened hand at a snail's pace and try and pinch just a wayward strand, and pluck it from her head. Which, he'd quickly covet and stow away in his sash "Is all you need to know. For now. But please tell me a bit more of you and you-" once again his words were fleeting as he'd hone in on her fingers cradling her side. "No im no healer... but.."he'd paw over her hand and gingerly attempt to relocate it. So his fingers could slip over the hilly indents of her ribs, each digit strummed along her chest in a very platonic manner only lightly delivering pressure "Breathe in... ive had my share of broken ribs. there isnt much you can do other than let pain be your guide and let them reset on their own. Dont lift anything heavy and try not to breath too hard. Should fix itself in a fortnight or two."

[22:35] Story Giver Virago (chytrine) watched him "My heart is buried in memories, dead in the ground with ashes and wreckage and small misunderstandings of things that once were, not to be again" she said. Her gaze was intense and her voice quiet as she said "If your heart is not where your homestone is, why not leave?" she turned to look out over the swamp "My heart.... it is not here, but my blood is, so I remain" she paused for a moment, and jumped, slightly as she felt a tug at her hair. Reaching up gently she scratched at the place it had been taken from and she responded "I have no lover, no companion or mate. My children are not truely mine, nor do I see them enough to make myself happy. Slaves tend to bore me, so I chose not to keep one of my own" she let her finger trace the rock and shook her head "I am simply concerned, that is all. They have been broken before, by my aunt. I hope they heal more firmly, this time" she was still, then, her face quiet as she watched knats dancing on one of the tepid air currents that moved

[22:35] Story Giver Virago (chytrine):  sluggishly in the muggy air "I suppose if I were to claim a caste I would be of the blue" she said, her fingers tangling with his to give her something to hold as he traced his fingers over her body. The cloth she wore was thin, yet durable, and it seemed to be holding her ribs into place. There was a delicate musculature to her frame, a strength behind the slender femininity. Her plain face, free from cosmetics, turned towards him and watched his focus. She wondered, curiously, if he planned on murdering her "That strand of hair will be easily lost, Alexander" she pronounced his name, in her strangely accented voice as "Aelesandair"

[22:58] Alexander (jariroyce) the profoundness of her words seemed to upset him in the wrong way, an insatiable lust, a curiosity almost, came over him to understand the very nature of her 'story' "You speak as you've lost every shred of hope and integrity. Brooding over the past is not wise as you will find yourself a slave to your own regrets. I've had my share of experiences. My heart use to belong to a homestone because, well... I had a woman I truly adored standing with me. Her death shattered my pride, yes, but, I cope. I relish new experiences and adventure, its the best I can do to honor her memory." the rise and fall over her chest allowed him to knead against the swolen epicenter of her ache, he could feel a genuine lump of ill-aligned bone under a surprisingly tough batch of sinew. Yes, there was a certain charming potency about her. And, when his prodding and probing immediately subsided as she caught her fingers into a net around his. At once, he'd avert his eyes to hers and with great celerity back down to their melding

[22:58] Alexander (jariroyce):  hands. Under a hearty smile, he'd wrench her back, tightening his calloused palm into hers "Yet I stay at my homestone for the exact same reason as you. I've one last bastion of familial ties left in my bloodline that I dont find utterly insufferable. So... for their sake. I remain. That, and, I simply havent wanted to settle.. ever since 'her.' " he didnt go into great deal on that end, yet, he'd continue onto more delicate matters, his other hand now occupied by pinching her natural visage with his thumb and index finger and tilting it up just a tad "As for hair.. its just a keepsake! Something to remember our date by, it will give me inspiration to return." he'd disconnect his hand and uproot a single fiber of his own and offer it to her in return "Here, Story Giver..."

[23:09] Story Giver Virago (chytrine) listened, jolting as his fingers danced over the knob of bone in her side "I too have loved and lost" she said quietly. Her eyes reached up to lock into his with a certain intensity as she paused, still as their fingers formed a sort of equivalent grasp. Her eyes were deep, oceans, skies, suns, they were anything you could stare into and feel pain and hope. She pulled the strand of hair from his sash with delicate fingers and then reached to pluck two more from her head "A moment" she said, as she gently took the hairs and began to align them, detangling her fingers from his as she did. The hand worked lightly over the slender objects, braiding them down into a slender strand. Her eyes looked up to meet his again as she did this, the hairs-end being caught into her lips. She watched his face and his eyes, the cast of his features as she mumbled through her half-closed mouth "Integrity, never, hope, perhaps. It is hard to tell anymore, what I hope for or what I wish, even my dreams seem fraught with

[23:09] Story Giver Virago (chytrine):  uncertainty. I have run myself to a standstill." she tied off the knot at the base of the newly-twined cord of hair and gently reached out to take his hand. If he allowed it she would tie the hair in a loop around his wrist, her hair dark against his pale flesh "there" she said softly "easier to keep safe" only then did she accept his pre-offered hair. She made two loops of it and began to braid it as well, her fingers genntly moving over it with a sort of infinate care as she made it into a much finer braid loop which she knoted gently about the fourth finger of her right hand.

[23:34] Alexander (jariroyce) in comparison, the gaze she'd challenge him with was only met with a stare of warmth, there was no greyness, only a vibrant turquoise hue. He'd been cast into the bottomless pit of despair once, he knew all the intricacies of the depth of pain she was trying to super-impose upon him, yet, all he showed back as an unfeigned cheer and affection which did not seem to withdraw as stared within him. "All the rivers run towards the sea, Story Giver. However, the sea is never full. If you keep trying to fill that ache therein, youll end up at a loss everytime. Sometimes, its just best to embrace what nature intended. You are a Gorean woman, love life, and honor those who've moved on." those were the few sage words he could gift to solace her. He let her have a reprieve from his words while she wound and spooled up a bracelet of her mane, gorging him on more than he'd expected from his stolen hair. He was like putty in her hands when she twined it over his wrist and tied off the knot. In a gushy way, he'd lift

[23:34] Alexander (jariroyce):  his wrist to the light and appreciate it in a very smitten way while she worked with her own crafted from his sandy juxtaposed fair strands, "My dear Story Giver, you need someone to give you a story of your own. As, you seemed to have lost it somewhere along the way. Mayhaps... you would like to accompany me sometime on a journey and we can see where it leads?" he'd once again boldly seize up her hands and not let go, for a while, he'd debate... for being a guiltless Gorean with no qualms, he'd been overcome with some paralysis as he stared her down, neck craned inches inward until his supple lifts wafted out larma-scented tufts of air over her own lips, his nose tip causing a very superficial friction against hers in a ginger nuzzle, yet, with some uncertainty, he'd quickly recant, and sit back up in place. "My affections were well placed.. Boudicca. But... help me craft our story first."

[23:47] Story Giver Virago (chytrine) smiled as he met ehr gaze with happiness "I am a gloomy soul" she offered "for as a teller of tales I am tasked with glossy the ugly into a beautiful sheen, the dark into light and joy" she, placed a hand over her heart and thought for a bare moment "I am a Gorean woman" she smiled gently "Once I was a panther. I was simply Boudicca then, and I did love life" she glanced back at him "I fell in love with a man and left the trees.... He grew weary of me soon enough, and once mated he rejected me before he bedded me" she did not seem overly sad by this, it was just a recitation of the facts "I learned to make my own joy, in stories" she smiled, though a slight flush painted the pale face as she felt him grip her hands. Her own fingers gently took his and pulled them into her lap to rest upon her knees. "I have had stories of my own" she said, softly, watching him "It is realities I want to create. Can you be real? That is all I want" her voice was delicate, her thumb gently tracing the lines of his hand as

[23:47] Story Giver Virago (chytrine):  she felt him close. On an impulse, she leaned in, ignoring the screams of her ribs, and rose, gently. Her lips placed a gentile kiss to his forehead, and her eyes closed as she inhaled and then moved away "I love my sorrow" she said, finally, and there was a happiness behind the intensity of her gaze "I for it reminds me to take solace in the great joys that life has to offer" She was close to him again from the kiss, staring into his pale gaze with her dark one. They were different sides of the same coin, and it showed in the lines of their bodies, her sad eyes and his laugh-lines.

[00:11] Alexander (jariroyce) reveled in the brief smile she'd waxed up just for him, drinking in every ounce of her character as it indeed seemed like he was the id to her ego in many aspects, "A heavy burden has been bestowed upon you, then. Its never a pleasant undertaking when you are glorifying the lives of others rather than living to tailor your own worth and merit..." he'd sigh in a subtle way as her hands guided him to lap, The stroke of the backsides of his hands made tiny goosepimples form over the afflicted skin, and, he'd visibly cringe in a way that might not be seen. the coarse tips of his fingernails, softly stroked up her thigh in return, not biting, just grazing as she grazed him "I fell in love with a woman as an Ubar's son with every expectation in the world cast upon him. My father's renown was a plagued legacy, every mouth whispered praises or cursed his name, and, he'd beaten me, quite literally and figuratively until I learned to hate everything about him as he took every measure to ensure that I would

[00:11] Alexander (jariroyce):  continue his reign. And, this meant hitting me through my woman. He said she was too controlling, that I was unmanned by her courage and strength. Through this treachery, I became much more domineering and leery about her. Her interest began to wane, and... eventually she fled without so much as even a goodbye. I was always true to her, but, in the end, I was not true to myself. I let myself be controlled by everything that I find anathema in this world. And, I dont intend to bemoan it. I intend to move on... and do it right this time. Maybe ill handle my father some day. But, for now, it is blissful to be my own man and not the one everyone expects me to be." the tender pair of lips on his forehead consolidated his resolve to ignore his angst to take things with overwhelming celerity. To be sure, he'd cherished it. And, in unison, his own eyes closed as hers did and he titled his head downwards to softly rest forehead to forehead upon her "I can be real. I can tell you everything. But, if all your

[00:11] Alexander (jariroyce):  questions could be answered, there would be no more to hope for. Nothing left to dream, Storygiver. So, lets take things a step at a time...may I come for you on the morrow?"

[00:24] Story Giver Virago (chytrine) listened to him and she whispered softly "The proud man's contumely..." her eyes flicked up to Jari's face and she let one of her hands disengage to trail up his arm, over his shoulder to the back of his neck where it rested. There, sitting forehead to forehead, framed by their hair she watched his gaze. Her own eyes seemed to want to dive within him. To slide deep within his soul, that she might sluice it in warm water and melt the ice left behind by love bereft and his father's cruelties "Your father sounds a cruel man" she said softly "and I am a judgmental woman. I hate him already" there was both amusement and steel in her gaze as she said this, and her lips drew back into a look that was not quite a grin. It was a grimace. A cold, harsh look that encompassed both the deadly woman she had been and the intrinsic bard she was now. "Yes, Alex" she said, gently, her breath blowing across to him as she whispered his name with a reverence that most could hardly comprehend "Be your own man, for the man I

[00:24] Story Giver Virago (chytrine):  find here I think I should hold much more dear than a brute puppeted by the cruelties of a father. Her thumb trailed up the back of his neck stroking smoothly and gently as she held the sensual, yet chaste pose. "Yes..." she said, to his request, and a smile crossed her face, as she gently squeezed his strong hands "Come again, and we shall speak of simpler things. Perhaps I shall tell you a story of my Father's Aesir, or His hal in valhalla, where the sould of the departed call his name" a soft and gentile smile creased her face, for through her father had Odin blessed her mother with a child. Odinborn was she, marked by his love and bearer of his tongue, Poet, was her father and his daughter the bard filled the world with stories for him. For her father. "I will see you on the morrow, then, Alex" she said, after a moment. She pulled back from him and watched him with her silvery eyes "I do think...." she paused, considering her words with a studied grace "I do think I look forwards to it"

[00:48] Alexander (jariroyce) if her piercing gaze had sunk its shaft into him and harvested his thoughts and memories like Odin's ravens, they'd only reach an empty well, he bore no more hatred for the man, it seemed as if there was a certain zen on that level, "Dont say that. By an onlooker's standards, he may seem ornery, yet, hes a prideful man. I cannot form any ill-words against him for trying to invest who he is into me. Isnt that a father's job?" her grimace seemed to plaster the notion that such an answer would not suffice, yet, he'd try and stray from his petty strife, and regale her own intricacies "Besides, im at fault for losing what was dear to me in some way, I suppose. But you... it sounds like the man who shared you was, excuse me when I say, a bastard. If I ever had the luxury of meeting him... nevermind. I wont say, its a man *thing*." on that very loose jape, he'd snicker delicately, breaking the aura of intense passion and meaning if only for a moment as his own name was stolen by the wind, and a moist tickle of

[00:48] Alexander (jariroyce):  air kissed his lips, as she breathed it, he'd not let her retreat, back away from their lock, instead, he'd magnetically draw upon her, sealing her lips with his own, plucking a his calloused, wind-tested lips against her pale plush set, lingering a few ihn that would feel like ahn as his eyes tightly shut. Within enough time for a tarn to screech overhead, the kiss was over and he leaned back "I do look forward to it. And, i'd love to hear any stories you can grant me. Im full of my own, some deep as you've heard today, yet, I think you'll find me a very jovial man under most circumstances. Some I tell might even be a bit unscrupulous and unbefitting of a woman's ears. So, im sure id rather hear something more refined from a woman whose been gifted a draught of the mead of poetry." he was skeptical in some way about the whole Odin being her father thing, but, it would have to be something he'd learn on the morrow. As he had yet to tell her, even though he reveled in the Norse stories... Trevians were

[00:48] Alexander (jariroyce):  friends of the Sun Cross.

So there you have it. Mad props to Jari, he's an awesome RPer. I can't wait to see where this story line will lead!

Stylized History of Fcuk Tremor

A little something I wrote up for RP in Einar.

Don't TL;DR this, assholes!

There once was a man that lived in the light places of the world. He was a proud man, an intelligent one. He lived in the north. A small hamlet in buildings of white birch bark that were always kissed by the snow. In the sunlight, the land was set aflame. The snow glistened with an arcane brilliance and the buildings cast no shadow upon it's majesty. The man was a lover of light and beautiful things. He had a slave. She was as pale as the snow, with hair as white as a star. Her eyes  and lips were the pale pink of a cherry blossom. The man enjoyed lying with her pale body at night and watching the way his long black hair mingled with her pale locks. He was a raven in her snow storm, a shadow in the heart of the light that was she. For many years the man found contentment in the beauty of his slave. Her purity was a balm to him, and he needed nothing more, but he was a man after all. The urge to wander crept into his heart and he began to prepare. To the south, he would go, so see and sate the wonder in his soul.
He left his girl at home, with instructions that if she should not return within a certain time, the girl would be free. With such arrangements in place he gathered his belongings and left the pristine, frigid north. The light shining in the snow caught his eyes as he meandered away, a small trail of dark circles leading back to the image of his slave, naked in the door way, her pale body cold and afraid in the bright light of the outdoors. with that last glowing image locked into his mind, the man made his way south. His travel was unpredictable, in the way that all travel generally is. He reveled in the icy beauty of his home, for there was no land more lovely, nor clean than the north. When he reached the south, however, he was horrified. It was dusty, dirty, decrepit. There was none of the ethereal beauty of his homeland, but instead there was only the dry dust, dank mud and dark loamy earth that he so hated. The beauty he had sought was absent from every facet of the nature and lifestyle. It was so bawdy to him, so vibrant and garish that it shocked his mind. Though he wandered far, only disgust and discontent fueled his heart. Finally, camped in the fields near the great city of Ar did he decide to return to the north, to it's purity and to his snow-bodied slave.
It was that night, asleep beneath a bed of glowing stars, his white tabuk-pelt furs stained and creased by hands of travel that a storm started. It began with wind, cracking, blowing from frigid lands in the northern wastes and beyond to flatten the grasses of the plain. The roar was not enough to wake the man, for he was of the north, but it did blow away his pack, stripping him of such petty possessions. Summoned next was the rain. It fell down as heavy as the hand of judgment, crashing upon the man. His breath was stolen from him and he sat up, his thick black hair and dark beard drenched, ringing his face like a shadow. So hard did the rain pour that it washed the dirt from his robes, rending them white again as the proud man braced his back against the rain and stood into it's might. As the rain ripped at his body, and the wind's keening screams tore into his soul so did he lift his head and defy the storm. He had lived through the wrath of the northern blizzards. He had no fear. It was then, however, that the thunder came. It's deep voice growled out to cover the land. The man thought he could feel the earth beneath him tremble in submission at the tone. The earth was enslaved by the sky, a misbegotten, misbehaving beast that would soon learn it's place, for soon behind the reprimand of thunder came the lash.
The man braced himself. He gazed up into the gale, feeling dwarfed by the thunder, but he did not back away. The explosions of it's might echo'd fearlessly over the land, and a pale purple caressed the clouds. He turned his face upwards, and that is what he saw her.
She climbed down from the heavens, as his body was cupped by the wind. The ground where she alighted burst into flame, the earth charring and exploding from her grace. And the man perceived. He moved towards her fading grace to find her flickering ambiance receding from the shattered earth, and it was then that the man knew the trueness of love. He watched her, her long legs receding across the plane, and he persued for her argent beauty was too great and terrible for him to release. The storm seem to slow, seemed to halt it's restless path for him, for he soon found himself in it's heart. There, in the center of the gale he called and reached for her, knowing nothing of her but what he could see. The light, the beauty in the heart of the darkest place on earth was a sign, it seemed. And so she deemed him worthy of her savage attentions.
She crept down from her perch in the heavens, and her fingers moved to embrace him. His reached for her arms with love, and joy, for the man obsessed with beauty had found his Queen. So regal was she, so perfect that he could hardly bear to look upon her. Her finger brushed him and he shivered, a tingle running up his back. As she embraced him fully he new pain, he new fire and agony and he knew for one intense moment perfection. Even as she tore at him, he sank into her and grew lost in her light and warmth. Her terrible splendor and delectable destruction. There, cradled in her deathly embrace did his world go completely black.
The man awoke, much as he had been asleep. His clothes had been charred, falling into ruin upon his powerful frame. His hair extended up in his head, ringing his features as a halo. He leaped to his feet, dizzy, ravaged, and looking about with desperation for his lover. He could not find her. For days the man wandered and wept, seeking she who had forsaken him. Eventually he found his way into a swamp and there he let his agony and sorrow turn to bitterness. He withdrew from others, stewing in the dirt he had once so despised. His hair never lost it's rigid nature, and to his day he guards it. For even though he was forsaken by his lover, his heart still yearns and to this day he bears the last remnant of her he has. If you seek today, you might find this man in the lands of Skerry. He is Fcuk now, a swamp dweller who sits, silent and fading as the years pass. He watches from his simple perch, gazing over the lands to the horizon, always waiting the return of his heart.

Boudicca Spiritor,
Story Giver of Einar