looking between the two men listening and enjoying her place

*holding my girl places her to my side, as I suddenly stood, then reached out laughing, clasped hands with him~
"Well meet, time is short, speak again in the morrow, come girl we seek our rest thus day"

Yes, Commander, I believe so.

He laughed then, assured that this was a fellow Warrior

i am a male slave obeying all command is Real-time

~chuckling~ "It is important to keep the axles of the wagons greased" ~sage nod~

*peeks in*. Hey. Still around?

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One tries to keep them so, Commander.

his face slowly nodding once again

~chuckles long~ "Are the quiva sharp? Commander" ~a ripple upon my face showing the four chevrons~

listening to Him speaking to the warriors present...she'd not heard the words before so knew not what he was saying...though she heard the command to lap...she did as He'd asked...slipping in His lap as He sat cross legged on the ground...wiggling her ass a little as she settled in her place....a slut with her Master...the night was still young as she listened to the men present...seeing several slaves about...yes Master

As well as may be expected, Commander.

nods

looking in

~grins~ "How are the bosk, Commander" ~a wily nod given, as I see the fires , then find the best place be settle, cross legged, points to my girl to settle in my lap~

Inis Fail Coast
Xavier felt Jynx's hand squeeze him and saw her gently adjust Braiden so he could witness the magic. He reveled in the connection he shared with this dark power. Over the years, he had almost forgotten how much he did so. This trip, perhaps, was needed to remind him of that fact.

He could sense Jynx's eyes on him, watching with awe and love as he wove the shadows from his own essence. Each movement of his hands was precise and graceful, the tendrils responding to his will with fluid elegance. He felt the familiar rush of power and concentration, aware of her gaze shifting between his face and the growing forms of the horses.

Hearing Jynx's breathless admiration, Xavier felt a surge of pride.

"Thank you,"

"Though you know who I owe most of knowing this art to?...High Lord of the Dark himself.... A grand manipulator of the Shadows...that man was and is Phenominal at this art."

It was true. He had not thought of that man for at least a few months, and he had not even been to the Dark Lake for a while. He made note of that and would, upon their return, make sure he did.
For Thelrax and Black Rose were intricate in his younger years, and he had a profound RESPECT for them both.

"I wanted our journey to be special."

Helping Jynx mount the silvery mare, Xavier then swung himself onto the back of his black stallion. The shadow horses responded with a gentle, almost sentient awareness, their bodies moving fluidly, seamlessly melding with the magic from which they were born.

With a final glance at the portal, as it slowly closed, Xavier nudged his horse forward, leading the way along the coastline. The path ahead was bathed in the soft light of the setting sun, casting an enchanting glow over the landscape. The shadows of their horses blended with the surroundings, creating a mesmerizing interplay of dark and light.

Xavier felt a profound sense of purpose and anticipation as they rode toward Blackstone. This journey was the beginning of their adventure in Inis Fail. With Jynx and Braiden by his side and the magic of shadows at his command, he felt ready to face whatever lay ahead.

"Together," he said softly, glancing at Jynx, his heart swelling with love and determination. "We're ready for whatever comes next."

Looking up and down the stroll

Saturday night visit

she watched as He stepped off the wagon...doing as instructed she watched from on high as the men got busy handling the bosks and the leather tack that they used in securing the animals to the wagon itself....she heard His speak and without much ado stepped from the wagon herself...she followed a step behind and to thee left of His sword arm...staying well clear in case He needed to protect us....

Approaching, he relaxed his stance when he noted the 4 scars on the man's face

Tal Commander, be welcome.

Turning, he gave the sign to the others that all was well, so they resumed watch over the Camp.