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- Masozi Zuma - 07-15-2012 [html] Looking for someone who dabbles a lot in trading and slavery for Salsola. I eventually hope for Masozi to become a personal slave, I would also love any PMs involving plotting for her to become Slave of the Spirit. Oh and hello! The horse the slaver drove came up short with a snort, the cart clattering behind it slowing to a stop as the burly man clutched the reigns in one hand and turned to look at his wares. He possessed all manner of things; skins that ranged from across the sea to North America, small caged animals such as rabbits, birds and even reptiles. His most prized possession at the moment though was the coal and chocolate beauty that slept peacefully beneath a pile of furs, luscious bosom bare to the cool air and rising and falling with each breath she took. "Wake up girl," he commanded, prodding her with his cane which was always readily at hand, "we have arrived." Masozi rose with a yawn, stretching to reveal all of her best attributes before blinking wearily with golden eyes up at the older man. He stared, unabashed and lustful, giving her another gentle prod of his cane with a glimmer to his dun colored eyes. The African native knew the routine and leaped from the cart, coming around to the front as the Northern man climbed down from his seat. "Look your best girl, I plan to sell you today." With a low, sonorous howl the thick furred, black and cream brindled trader called for those in control of Salsola's trade, having heard word from Freetown that they dabbled in slavery. With a gesture he beckoned Masozi over, holding her tightly by her left arm, just above the bracelets that marked her skills. "Let me do the talking and when you are asked a question directly you are to speak in English and only in short replies. D'ya hear me?" Masozi at the time was looking about the meadow border of the pack, golden eyes skimming the nearby treeline until they were pried away by a sharp tug at her arm. "I said d'ya hear me?" The trader growled again, raising his stick menacingly. With a calm, tranquil smile Masozi replied, "yes ubasi--" the burly man tugged again sharply at her arm "master." She finished in her deep African hum, smile never leaving her face even though dark thoughts floated about in her head, wena a-enana kancane indoda. - Sirius Revlis - 07-15-2012 [html]
#siriusalx2 { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #siriusalx2 p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #siriusalx2 p.alImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #siriusalx2 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #siriusalx2 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #siriusalx2 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #siriusalx2 u { text-decoration: underline; } #siriusalx2 b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #siriusalx2 b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #siriusalx2 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Masozi Zuma - 07-15-2012 [html] Eeeee hi! I would love if Sirius wrapped her up and gifted her, that would be awesome. And sounds good about my trader knowing Solomon. *trying to think up a name for him* The trader waited impatiently, twirling his cane in his hand and pulling Masozi along with him roughly whenever he paced. "You will show your proper respects to whoever comes and if they claim you be happy it was here, not back in barbaric Africa again." Masozi nodded obediently, a deep, thunderous storm brewing within her. Barbaric, ngu-wena Barbaric ubasi-indoda, her angelic expression shifted from her possessor as a beautiful silver ihhashi trotted into the meadow, wheeled about by her rider. Masozi cast her eyes down demurely, though they studied the royal man out of their peripheral. He was garbed in fur of chocolates and cream, eyes a serpentine green that studied her with an appreciation that she was accustomed too by men. The trader viewed the situation in a different light, chuffing in indifference in order to mask his confusion when the lord spoke in a different tongue. "I was told by Solomon your... clan dealt in slavery." He moved the girl so he could grab both of her wrists, raising her arms above her head and pushing at her spine with his cane to arch her in a seamless display. "He said you would appreciate a fine specimen such as this; a rare beauty from Africa, trained in the arts of pleasure and healing." He released her arms, which she slid down to her sides in a controlled display, pushed forward by his cane she went through the motions, lowering herself to spread knees, resting her firm, tailless bottom on her heels and arcing her back, placing her hands on the back of her ebon-haired head. "She will require no training, she was already a slave when she came into my possession, and I will part with her," he said with a toothy grin that revealed missing incisors and molars, "for a good price." - Sirius Revlis - 07-16-2012 [html]
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- Masozi Zuma - 07-16-2012 [html] *noms on strings* The trader offered one brisk nod to the lords question, a smile creeping to the corner of his lips as he noted the change in the mans attitude. Masozi remained in her pose, waiting to be told otherwise, stealing an upward glance at the perspective buyer. The traders gelding stamped his hoof against the hard-packed earth as the lords mare tossed her head, beginning to grow restless himself as the conversation continued to draw out. The rough, brindled man stepped back to lay a calming, calloused hand upon the beasts neck. "Yes she does," the trader piped up quickly, reaching with his cane to nudge the girls back. "Speak up girl and show him your teeth," he echoed the lords command. "I am here to serve," came her deep foreign purr before parting her mouth seductively to reveal rows of pristine, white teeth. Za, qathaka izinto-mi ubulembu, she beckoned with her golden eyes, looking boldly up at the man as she awaited for his next command, a passionate fire beginning to form between her legs which she did not bother to conceal. The traders ears twitched with interest as Sirius tapped his fingers against a pouch, catching the sound of a metallic clink that caused him to lick his lips greedily. "I will take her," the rough man beamed and stepped quickly forward to catch the pouch that was flicked his way, opening it without hesitation to inspect its contents. It was certainly more than he had expected, though he feigned disinterest as he turned each bauble in his large hands. "It will suh-- suffice," he agreed, clumsily using the last word for he had never been a well spoken man. "I do have other wares if you care to see them! Furs and skins from across the sea. Rabbits, birds and reptiles. I have need of another horse and am willing to strike a good deal." As the trader spoke Masozi rose, walking with her head bowed toward the man who had purchased her, kneeling without fear by the ihhashi at her inkosis feet, awaiting his commands. - Sirius Revlis - 07-16-2012 [html]
#siriusalx2 { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #siriusalx2 p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #siriusalx2 p.alImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #siriusalx2 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #siriusalx2 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #siriusalx2 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #siriusalx2 u { text-decoration: underline; } #siriusalx2 b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #siriusalx2 b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #siriusalx2 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Masozi Zuma - 07-16-2012 [html] Masozi leaned her forehead gently on the mares nose as she scented the slave with her velveteen muzzle. Masozi had always loved horses, had cherished the thought of having one of her own when she was younger but such things were a ridiculous dream to her now. When the horses breath suddenly left her face the African woman glanced up to the snap of her inkosis fingers, completely oblivious to the brief exchange that had taken place prior to her moment with the silver beauty. Glancing briefly back at the affronted trader she rose to place a gentle hand in Sirius', walking closer to the mares hindquarters and placing a steadier hand there, skillfully pushing herself onto the ihhashi and mounting her with little need for help. She would not need her masters help in all things, this seemed to say. "Thank-you," the man grumbled with a brief bow, before taking his cart horse by the reigns and tugging its head about, walking the cart away toward the East. With a contended sigh Masozi gently formed herself to the mans muscular back, running her fingertips along his side until they rested firmly on his hips. Ingabe mina zo hhyai wena-bulala lungile-kho, she mused silently, enjoying the planes of his body against hers and the coarseness of the saddle beneath her. |