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Sirius Revlis · 07-16-2012, 02:02 AM

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Aaaand we're off on an adventuuuure! >> Word Count: 3+

The trader was quick to voice the quality of his wares, but Sirius was not satisfied until he could see her pearly whites with his own eyes. Her voice, however, was something else entirely - Seductive and thickly accented, entirely pleasant to the eager hark. Again he was startled by the response of his body to her, but kept it tightly repressed, determined not to show the affect her tone alone could have on his blood. He wondered if she had been used for her body in the past; Such a beautiful exotic creature, it was more than likely. There were hard men at the wharves in Freetown, and the docks, abroad, and the industry of seduction was rife there. It made him think of another woman, a woman he had known intimately, and he wondered what had separated her from the life set out for the woman kneeling in a carnal pose on the ground before him.

His cold eyes glinted down at her from his seat high atop the silvery mare. In his peripherals, he was aware of the merchant rifling through the small leather pouch, taking inventory of all the little valuable trinkets there-in. Sirius had paid more than enough for the slave, but he was in no mood to barter, and had wealth enough to spare. The man's oafish muttering was largely ignored, the King's attention wholly upon the subdued woman. A babble arose from the merchant, peddling his other goods, and Sirius' black lips peeled back in an irritated snarl. "Suina ignoranti, I have no use for your pelts," The mounted man growled lowly; The merchant should grovel, to do trade with the likes of himself, and it was presumptuous to think that he would part with a horse for some rat-bitten scraps of leather. One hand waved dismissively at the brindle oaf. "Travel further east, then head down the coastline. The Southerners may have a use for your wares," He said in a clipped, brisk tone, narrowed pupils lifting to shoot a chilling glance at the burly male, before allowing it to return to the beautiful dark woman.

She was obediently waiting at Luna's hooves, and the persnickety silver mare was whuffling at her with a silky grey and pink muzzle. Jerking the reigns to gather the horse's attention, Sirius snapped his fingers to draw the slave's gaze. "Get on the horse, behind me," He said, in a voice that was not cruel or harsh, but calmly commanding. She was a slave - It was her duty to obey, and only if that duty was breached should she fear his unearthly wrath. One cream hand was held out to her, seeking to pull her up behind him on the mare's broad back.

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