Port Korat
The Raiders had brought word that the Free Woman was hiding between the cargo on the docks,having had nothing of substance since Lady Luna had left a tray for her djinn heads to the Inns servery to gather up some bread and cheeses,a bota of water is also secured and shows her collar so they can bill the right Master.

A few Raiders escorted djinn from the Inn along the streets indeed this was a shady part of the place and eyes were everywhere watching and whispering not paying any heed to anyone djinn makes her way as quick as her legs could carry her till they reached where the Mistress was known to be hiding...

Approaching with care as she had seen the Mistress throw a swing at her Master she places the items down in front of a crate of vulos,they screeching would of let the Mistress know someone was there...moving back she watched to see if the things would disappear..not that djinn cared if she starved or not but she will.always obey her Masters will.

Coffee Shop
Brows lofting as a surprised look comes to my face at your knowledge.
I am shocked you watch , and whatever, our men are tougher, we don't wear pads.
Wrinkled little smile and I poke my tongue at you.
I'd like to see your overpaid players come up against one our players.
Laughing cause that would be something I would honestly enjoy seeing.

I do like a good thriller and also a horror story, will have to pick that one up.
Said with a smile.

Hello cute one
*smiles at your surprised look..bolting the door behind me then turning back and walking to you

Let's see what you might have in mind shall we?

the female slaves had been placed behind the second wagon and the two males slaves behind the last wagon in line. I was not too keen returning with male slaves. Even in the heavy chains of a work slaves, they could still not be trusted. But in this case they were two more beasts to carry our spoils.

None wished to pick them so they will be sold to the public slave wagon in the camp.At best their sale might only bring a dozen copper tarsks each if that. Once in a while there would be a slaver at one of the arranged vendors markets. They would buy the males to be sometimes so that they could be transported and sold in Port Kar as galley slaves or to one of the mines.

Hearing the last
Turns eyes widen seeing you

care to scene with me somewhere else?

Letting myself into the stall

Hmmmm...tasty.

And more..

Coffee Shop
"I'm all over the place. Writing a murder mystery, that's 'Constance'. 'The Pestilence' was my paranormal novel. I was surprised as many people liked that one as they did."

He nodded

"Of course, the sport. I was checking out the World Cup today. And the big shocker in America beating Pakistan to advance to play the tourney favorite India. And rugby can't hold a candle to American football. I'm sorry, your snobbery will not convince me otherwise."

yesssss....

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returning after a late meal

House Of White Wolf
* feeling His strong arms reach down and wrap His string arms around the slut ...* she doesn't squeeze this time, she had a feeling this eas going ro happen ...could He tell that deep down this is what slut wanted to be so close to Him *

He sets her on His lap she straddles His leg ...making sure the brand is safe ... she rolls her ass just right and in the perfect place * a wicked smile flashes over her lips, when she realized it was there ... she bit her bottom lip down to a normal smile ...to hide ...though her eyes seem to show all * ... as He leaned forward ...His hot breath against her creamy long neck ...again sent goosebumps over her skin ... she turned her neck what seemed closer to His touch ....as her slim hands roamed over His muscles chest ...* His essence His rugged smell invited her took over her senses... her mind twirled witheverythujg going on ...she found herself slowly rocking her hips sensually back and forth...

And how loudly is it calling??

*Pads in quietly and hops up to sit sideways on the bar. Leaning over I put vanilla oil on my lips and leave an oily lip kiss print on top of the bloody on on the paper, but no writing or explanation*

Coffee Shop
Looking very interested as you name off the books and not a one rings a bell, but she would no doubt look them up later.
So are these murder mystery books or paranormal? *trying to get a feel for you* and if you mean the shirt or are we talking the sport? cause if it is the sport of course I do and rugby which is real football not soccer *laughing* what we call football. *winks*

looking...

Port Korat
The woman stood near the corner of a rough-hewn small building, a stack of crates and barrels provided a wall of sorts to her back, as golden eyes studied the wharf with its array of peoples much different from Schendi's ports but in many ways the same. She was watching for the flag, and a shackle and scimitar would be the saving grace if there were one. Every ship was studied while her stomach growled; the last meal was provided by the healer as well as the gown she wore. That bit of information about the "Luna" who left the food and gown was gained from listening to the men as they escorted her off the ship, leaving her alone, without shoes, a cloak, and no purse.

The ship with the flag was her only hope. Another night spent between barrels was not much to look forward to if she made it that far. Ports were dangerous places especially for a woman alone. She was calmer again on the outside. Her features, shaded by the cloak, only held a brow furrow while she stood vigilance looking at the ships, but the rage simmered; she was bruised, exhausted from the storm's wrath, a night spent on the wharf hiding in the shadows, sore, hungry, and homesick, and so she watched.

Show me where

*kissing it better*

Cabin
Settles on a pile of furs for a while.