::He wrote in his ledger before heading back...Days had passed in his travels::
I had ventured forth in travel for reasons I only knew. Leaving behind two most valuable treasures although one thought she was not cared for as the other. It all began thus:
I am a quiet man, no one will know my name unless I speak it or find you worthy. But there are those who by sight would immediately recognize me. ::grins:: I couldn't help but leave a lasting impression of myself. All because of a woman. I will be honest, I cared not for companionship. Why? When I could have any beautiful woman in my arms but there was one whom I allowed to seep in. Not by choice...
We met at a secluded area, no one was about. She was beautiful. I think she liked me too. ::chuckles as he wrote in remembrance:: Yes, she flirted and I took that as a sign to take what I wanted. The woman then became uneasy, I doubted at first it was me. She was afraid of me discovering something. Hmm, what could that have been? Yes, I am a very observant man. Oh yes, I forget to mention. I am a slaver. I believe she wanted me to know, deep down inside she wanted to be in my collar. When I questioned her as to the reason of becoming so...nervous. She clung to her pouch. Now she had to show me. ::chuckles:: I reached for the pouch and the woman struck me . Now that was not acceptable. I grabbed her and the pouch but she was swift, oh yes, quite the woman I enjoyed. She bit my hand and I proceeded by striking her. I then dragged her back to my camp, kicking and screaming. I then stripped and chained her in my tent. Quite a beautiful woman she is. I found out a few of her little secrets which I will refrain from mentioning here. She is very smart and used words to sway herself out of my collar but I kept a close vigil of her. She thought she was out of my thoughts, out of my grasp. She didn't realize she had just become my next prey.
My men and I planned. A perfect plan. She didn't even know it was me. I was disguised in all black, I was NOT trying to portray any of the black caste, it was just a perfect disguise to use in the dark of night. She was MINE! I kept her for a hand or so. She was my slave then. She would perform whatever I wished and she did...The woman withered well. ::a soft grumble as he remembered then:: But as I said, I allowed her to seep into my heart. I didn't want to release her, I preferred to keep her but I knew once she knew it was I who took her, she would hate me. She was then released..oh one little detail I forgot to mention, I left her with child.
We had more of a love-hate relationship. The woman could not make up her mind to what she wanted. I told her I would be everywhere she turned. In the darkest shadows, behind the tree line. Wherever she least expected I was there. I had to protect her although she thought I was there to torment her. She soon had my daughter, the jewel of my eye.
I figured we needed to come to some sort of truce. I even professed my true feelings for her, something I had never done. I told her I loved her. I wanted to be there for my daughter but the woman could not let go of what had happened, It was in fact the past. I traveled a lot and she grew tired of waiting I suppose, maybe I will never know. Her mouth had in fact gotten her in trouble a few times, a few times I had to collar her. She spat many things in my face which called for a collar. I do believe she learned her lesson well. I decided to leave. It was best. Although we loved each other, we could not live with each other. The hardest thing I had to do was leave my daughter behind but she is a good mother or I would not have 'chosen' her.
I sent my brother Hiro to keep an eye on her, keep me informed of what had been happening but something had happened which had him stay away for far too long. He then returned with a scroll from her. I read it and looked at the portrait of my daughter. She has grown so big and beautiful. I returned a message to her, a special gift for my daughter was on its way..
What better way to surprise Tori McCross and my daughter Akemi by just showing up when not expected. I'm sure the woman would love seeing me again. ::grins::
::The portrait of his daughter was folded and placed in a pocket near his heart. He would keep it with him always. He was a man of a stature of 6'3, weighing 230 lbs. Lean and muscular. His head kept shaven. He carried himself with honor, heh although many thought him to be one without. His tunic bore the colors of a slaver. Leather breeches and boots. He rides on his white kailla, kenta. He is not companioned. 2d22::
"Yes," I said, "once long ago, in the delta of the Vosk, I lost my honor. I know that never can I find it again. That honor, which was to me my most precious possession, was lost. It is gone, and gone forever. It is like a tarn with wings of gold, that sits but once upon a warrior's helm, and when it departs, it returns no more. It is gone, and gone forever." I looked at them, and looked, too, upward at the stars of the Gorean night. They were beautiful, like points of fire, marking the camps of the armies of the night. `Yes," I said, again regarding the men of Tyros, `I have lost my honor, but you must not understand by that I have forgotten it. On some nights, on such a night as this, sometimes, I recollect it."Page 275 - 276 - Hunters of Gor
