Immortal Love

[Asa]

((PM before posting. Needing a male willing to be both equal and sub for the storyline. I am wanting the story to start in the past with the "European wanderer lost soldier etc who find himself in a fairly exotic city village ~Think desert coastal/ Middle East Egypt kind of place~ and needing to rest and regroup and make money to be able to continue his travels. He gets a "job" cleaning up or playing music in this Gathering house where he meets Samira and the dancer that eventually curses them (She will be an NPC that both of us can write for). He will get time with Samira as "reward" for preventing a fight or whatever only to really take that time to get to know her and realize that he has to "rescue" her))

Samira
5'5"
Dark hair
deep dark eyes
Immortal
Dancer


Raised in a time when dancers were solely people owned by people of wealth... Sultans... merchants... Now in this modern world it was the dancer that owned others...

In her own way for moments in time she owns the owners of the clubs she performs for... Owns those that pay her to dance for their guests and parties... but Her eternally owned male is her musician... "bodyguard"... lover... He had been a stranger in her homelands so long ago. He had been a traveler a wanderer who had sought employment in her country to manage to gain money to buy voyage home. He found himself working in the "Gathering house" she was bound to. Eventually after they spent time together and he began falling for her. He eventually tried to "rescue" or "kidnap" her from her place as a prized dancer of the most lavish Gathering House much like modern day casinos offering food relaxation and distractions. He had his choice of the dancers and one in particular that seemed to seek him as a lover or master to free her from the Gathering house but he refused all but Samira.

All He had told her in the beginning was that his homeland had a Queen who all were in the service of. It was not till she traveled there that she understood and in time they transformed into Mistress and pet. Their immortality brought about by a curse placed upon their souls by the dancer who had wanted him to claim her for his own but he had no desire nor want of a slave of his own but to give to someone with their own fire... will... passion and drive. He had been raised in a kingdom to wealth but all was due to the queen and her desire so to find a woman of his own to give to love and serve. Equals perhaps if they had to but in their private domain he is hers to command and she is his to love.

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Samira sat at the table with the Owner and his guest a fat slovenly bear of a fellow merchant who seemed intent to keep at least one hand on her slender form. She was distraction as her "Owner" flooded the man with drink to trick him into a business deal that was in honesty no deal to anyone but himself. The heavy gold and wooden door creaked catching the attentions of several. Many of the other dancers and servers quickly perking up ready to drag in the poor soul to gain more money and business for their "home" and "owner".

Her long dark hair falling over her shoulder as she glanced to the door a soft brow raised to see the pale skinned man... pale compared to those native of these lands. He appeared tired and covered in dust and in need of care. Looking to the owner doubting he would allow her to leave to tend to the stranger. She was right as he nodded to one of the other girls who quickly ran to tend to him and get him out of the main room till he was more presentable.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Deacon Frost

Deacon entered the shadowed house, it was a blessing from the pressing heat outside. As he removed the head dress, a girl came over to him, she smiled and addressed him in the native dialect. He have been traveling the country for a couple of years now and he smiled at her,

"And may Allah bless you too child, I have been told that I could come here to talk to Salim Haifez about work? But looking around I see that you have a lot of entertainment already."

The girl smiled at him,

"Come inside sir, I am sure that a man of your stature and experience will find a place among us."

He allowed her to lead him further into the house to a room where he could wash the travel dust from him. He accepted graciously, it's been a long travel and he just hoped that Salim could help him as he had no more money, just his guitar which he had carved with his own hands.

 

[Asa]

Samira watched the other girl come scurrying over to tell owner that the pale stranger asked for him by name. He stood closing the deal by offering Samira to the man he had been conducting business with to go and speak with the outsider.

Samira however was led deep within the gathering house by this bear of a man. She was the prize of this gathering house and with that standing those that were allowed to claim her for a time knew far better than to Mar her form by abuse. Not preventing them from treating her rough just fearful of leaving a mark or broken bone.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Deacon Frost

After freshening up he was presented to the owner, Salim Haifez, they sat on the low cushions, Deacon refusing any drink or food, it would seem improper if he had no way of repaying the kindness. He knew that among this people it was not a problem, but he was raised different.

"So how can I help you sir?"

He was not surprised by being addressed in English, but it was not his native tongue, so he replied in Salim's tongue,

"I have been wandering the country, taking in and making records of your fabulous cultures and treasures, but I have overplayed my hand with my finances and now I find myself without any income or money and I have been directed to you, to ask if you knew of any way for me to work for money."

Salim's beady eyes was drawn to the string instrument the traveler had on his back, this man must have been a musician,

"You know how to play that instrument sir?"

Deacon nodded and Salim smiled,

"If you are any good then I am sure that we can find a place for you, but first a demonstration."

Deacon nodded and slipped the guitar into his lap, with a touch filled with loving care his fingers started to caress the strings as he started to bring a slow, sad melody filled with longing from the guitar, then he started to sing:

"My love is far away, taken from me in the morning light.
The morning light came and took my love away from me.
It was not the dawn, it was not the night,
we did not argue, nor was there a fight.
But the morning light came and took my love away from me.

Why did she go, where did her soul fly, the morning light
The morning light, took her away.
I have lost my love in the morning light, in the morning light.
I will never touch her again, nor see her smile,
her eyes are closed, her breast rise and fall no more.
The morning light, the morning light, yes the morning light took her from me."

Salim had to blink to keep the tears at bay, while the girl who had called him wept openly as he continued to tell the sad tale of how an early morning raid robbed a man of his one and only true love. Deacon stopped abruptly, leaving the listeners upset, wanting to know more, how the tale ends. Deacon smiled at Salim,

"So am I worthy?"

Salim got to his feet,

"Yes and I hope that tonight you will finish this tale, now even I am curious as to what happens."

Deacon smiled and nodded

"Of course, most kind sir, I will do so for you."

 

[Asa]

It was early in the evening when Samira managed to get free and made her way to the main hall in time to hear her being called to dance to rouse the patrons to drink and dine and prepare them for the new musician sing his tale.

Walking among the guests she began to say and twirl her arms and body moving like the waves as she danced. Her hair billowing around as she nearly sheer skirt whisped and danced around her ankles. The precious stones and little metal bells and coins tinkle and chime as she danced.

The people cheer and clap as she danced some of the men reach to touch her as she passes them pulling her sometimes this way and that. So well versed in her art she simply incorporates their tugging and pulling into her dance never losing her footing much to their disappointment.

Her eyes fell onto their strange new musician... Such a pale man in comparison to those of her homeland... and those eyes... A blue as deep and as vivid as the blue of her belly dancing clothes. A brief smile graced her lips to him as a scarf fell over his shoulders as she let it trail along as she twirled dancing away from him.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Deacon Frost

He watched the new dancer, she was a beauty and he could understand why the men reached for her, it was like touching paradise. As she danced he decided that his song was too sad for now, early you want to be entertained, not brought to tears and sorrow. So with a wicked grin he started to play, the lively tune started to run through the crowd, making sullen feet itch to dance and celebrate life.

He noticed that even the sullen Salim was friendlier as the lively tune stirred up the blood, as the song ended he moved smoothly into another, the tune just as lively. He watched the music move her, there was other dancers, but she was the one that had caught his attention. A beauty such as that had to be very valuable and highly priced, he chuckled at the thought as he kept playing, these were songs that had no words, they were made to dance to, not to listen to.

 

[Asa]

Samira was Salims most prized dancer She was the "property" that made his establishment so profitable. So many coming to see her and finding other dancers and servers to attend to them all in the hopes that Samira would be handed over to them some day for a moment in time.

Watching the stranger move around and play his music was a slight change from the standard belly dancing music echoing around this place. She continued to dance around till one of the sultan's soldiers reached a hand which quickly sealed tight to her slender wrist. Salim looked at her as if daring her to defy him or the soldier. She closed her eyes and allowed him to pull her to the low table smiling all the while as she sat at his table with him and his men.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Deacon Frost

He had seen the look that crossed Salim's face and he smiled a grim smile, through half of the song he suddenly switched the melody, drawing a sound from the guitar that stirred the heart, brought tears unbidden to even the staunchest man's eyes. Soon he started to sing, his voice a low, soft silk, like blooding seeping slowly into the sand, his eyes fixed on Samira as he sang, the words dark and brooding, in a language that flowed like expensive wine. All the world seemed to slip away and for an instant it sounded like death itself had risen from the ground...

Then the merry, fast melody was back, Deacon smirked at Salim and the audience, they did not know the music like he did and even though he carried a sword and knew just how to use it, it seemed like his music and words was a much more terrible or delightful thing. Nobody knew what to make of him and he loved that.

 

[Asa]

She watched the stranger carefully for a moment during his dark and cold song. Brushing her hair back she smiled faintly to him before her attentions were pulled back to the soldier there by her. Hands around her tiny waist as she moved as guided to lean her back against him as her skirts seemed to move slightly from time to time.

The dancer that had guided him to the bath areas of the house now moved back to the stranger coiling near him after a glance from Salim that she seemed to understand clearly what was meant. Her hands reaching to rub his shoulders and caress his cheek to bring happiness to the newest member of the Gathering house. In subtle action and smile offering to him what Salim expected her to do so. She felt it placed her above Samira that Salim had sent her to him instead of his precious Samira who seemed to "get" everyone. This girl was of night black hair and deep dark eyes not as blessed of form as Samira but Salim sent her to the stranger that was all that mattered to her. A chace to prove to Salim she was worth more than any other or at least gain a new lover and protector to take her from this place to where she could be the prized one.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Deacon Frost

He favored the dancing girl with a small smile, something about her made his skin crawl. She was not unsightly, but in those eyes stirred something that made his blood freeze over. His attention went back to his playing, a song came to mind and he grinned playfully, the tune was full of life and when he started to sing it was in a joyful voice, one that brought a smile to the face even if you did not understand the words:

"I am a very honest man, I only like the best. I want neither money nor love, I am just missing my woman. Jinetiendo is my horse, to the mountain I will go, the stars and moon they tell me where to ride.

Ay ay ay ay, Ay ay my love, Oh my brunette in my heart.

I like to play guitar, I like to sing, my guitar it goes with me when I sing my song.
I like my drinks, wine is the best also ale has the best flavor.

Ay ay ay ay, Ay ay my love, Oh my brunette in my heart.

I like to play guitar, I like to sing for the moon, my guitar accompanies me, where I go.
I do not want to fight, I do not want to kill, but I sing this to get in her good will.

Ay ay ay ay, Ay ay my love, Oh my brunette in my heaaaaaaaart. Yahahahay!!"

This time when he finished he slumped back into his seat, the fast paced song clearly taxing him, but his fingers kept dancing over the strings, drawing more and more sounds from them, some songs he sang, others he just played.

 

[Asa]

The young woman Salim sent over to him continued to try to offer food and drink to him as he played she did not understand his words but that did not matter she was doing as Salim wished and hoping it would gain her him seeking to have her remain in his room this night. She smiled to him when he returned and once more began offering food and drink her frail form nearly dancing as she sat there moving around him her hair falling over his shoulders the scent of fragrant oils designed to gain more of the males attention softly lingering in her hair and skin.

Samira glanced over again not understanding his words but smiled at the lively tune watching him as he played. Her actions to the one who held her were as expected and he believed he had her attention but her attentions were upon the stranger who brought emotion with song as she did with dance. She looked away from him though often not wishing to see the other dancer tend to him. She suspected what would happen with them and resigned herself to her own fate unless the soldiers there with her drank too much to care.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Deacon Frost

He stopped playing for a moment, taking a drink and then looked at the audience, then he motioned for a flute and one was hastily brought to him. He smiled at the eyes focused on him.

"This is a tale, one that would make you think of keeping promises,"

he started playing a tune on the flute, it was a happy, frollicking tune and most people started to chuckle at the silliness of the tune.

"I'll tell you a story, believe me it's true, a tale you best hope never happens to you. Of people who didn't keep their word, you I can warn, but for them its too late.

There was a village, over ran with rats, they offered gold for the one who could run off the rats, then along came a man, tall handsome and smart. Carried a flute and played this song!"

He played another melody, one that made the people feel like following him all the way to where he goes.

"Now this man he told, two bags of gold and you're rat problem is better than solved. The people they cheered him and promised him three, anything just as long as they were free.

So this man went through the town, playing his song, and after him danced the rats all along. He walked through the river, the rats they all drowned, but as soon as he came back, his gold was withdrawn.

That very same night he picked up his flute, gave them a grin and started to toot, all the children went along as he played his flute this very song."

He continued with the last melody, most people started to wonder what was going on,

"They went to a cave and the parents they followed, crying out for their kids to return, but a thrill from inside and the cave closed down and since this day only the music remains!"

He continued with the silly melody and the people started to laugh again at the silly tune, but he knew that in the back of their heads they were wondering why the town's people did not keep their promise and when he finished playing he had to rest a bit.

 

[Asa]

Samira laughed with the others and as the soldiers spoke of those people needing a great army to slay any foe even a rat. She was pulled tight against the one who claimed her time as the music had gone back to just the musicians of the gathering house while the stranger took his break.

The other young dancer moved to help him relax and comfort him still doing all she knew to do hoping now that he will react to her and all clearly and veiled offerings. Her eyes searching for approval and care. She could not imagine that her actions nor those of any of the women here would have bothered him or not been something that he was used to or expected. She knew no other way nor did she care to hold the fire and mind like Samira she could not understand why so many sought the one like Samira

 

[DeathsKnight]

Deacon Frost

His rest was short lived as many badgered him into playing again, he graciously gave in and picked up the guitar again. He started to play a slow song, when he started to sing his voice was filled with longing and sorrow,

"There used to be a tower alone next to the sea, but a seagull came and kept it company..."

He continued to sing, the song told of how the tower and the bird grew to love each other and it became very apparent that he was talking about a man and a woman. In the end war came and the seagull fled, but the tower remained as it only knew how to be what he was. The tower was destroyed and the seagull returned, only to find the ruins of her love, to this very day she can be seen on moonlit nights, sitting on the highest remainder of the tower, crying out in anguish for the lost of her love.

He gave the audience a small smile and then he started a new song, this one the song that he had played for Salim. Immediately Salim sat up, listening intently as Deacon sang and then he continued with the song:

"The morning light came to me, offering me blessings of gold,
I turned it away, for my love was gone and I wanted none else.
The morning light gave me water, it gave me shelter it gave me food,
Yet I cursed the light as it took away all that was good.

I have lost my love in the morning light, in the morning light in the morning light..."

so the tale winded around how the creature, the morning light tried to gain his trust and he refused it all the time as he lamented his lost love. Finally the creature gave up it's own live and only then did it become clear that the creature was his love, only seeking for him to look past what was on the outside and find his love again. The man overcome with sorrow at his now double loss, threw himself from a cliff and to this day, the morning light is tinted red with the blood of the two lovers.

 

[Asa]

Samira accepted as she was pulled to her feet and led from the main room by the soldier once the last song was done the tale he had begun earlier that day. A soft glance back to the stranger with a smile before the door to stairs closed behind her. The other two soldiers from the table stood guard at the door.

The other dancer still seeking to please and gain his favor before the night summoned everyone to sleep.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Deacon Frost

He gave the departure of Samira little thought, his mind years and miles away from where he was. His fingers caressed the strings of the guitar, making it almost seem like he had a love affair with the guitar as he started to sing another song, his voice dark and brooding. The memories of love gone and lost, of lives ended for the sake of others, how freedom only came in death. It was a cold and dreary song, one that sent shivers down the spine, he looked at the dancing girl.

"Let's see if you can dance little one,"

he stroked the strings and moved from the sad ballad to another song, with filled with fire and passion, the dancing girl had no choice but to try and dance to the strange rhythm. She succeeded and many eyes were drawn to her as Deacon kept playing, a grim smile on his lips.

 

[Asa]

Salim watched as his newest musician seemed to intentionally get his gift grabbed up by another patron.

So you did not like the eager young one my friend. Salim asked as the song ended and she was plucked up by another patron.

Who would you prefer then my friend Salim asked with a hearty chuckle.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Deacon Frost

He gave Salim a hearty smile, stroking out the sounds of an ancient folk song from the strings, instantly the patrons glamored for more,

"Maybe there is no one that can hold my interest Salim, I'm not very fond of being just some passing pleasure toy to be discarded by a female at your command."

The grin was a grim one and as the patrons continued to plead, he continued to play the tunes of the folk song and soon he started to sing the words. Everybody sat or stood and listened in amazement as he brought a part of their very own history back to life. When he finished there was an uproar for more, as he pleaded exhaustion they showered him with coins. He took a hearty sip of his wine and held up his hands for silence, then he started with another song and Salim had no choice but to withdraw until Deacon was finished with entertaining his guests.

 

[Asa]

They are the toys as you put it my friend but very well... for now... if they disturb you too much let me know I will deal with them.

With that he slipped away collecting up the money so no one else would and placing it by his latest gold mine and went back to watching the patrons and all the money and wines flowing with a smile.

If any noticed it seemed that the guards at the door changed till all three at the table had served time at the door and one was always missing perhaps upstairs as well with Samira. Salim knew he would have to send for the healer perhaps but time would tell.

A few hours laters Salim was locking up as the soldiers walked past him handing him a fairly hefty pouch of coins. Once they were gone and out of earshot Salim looked to one of the other dancers.

Mirri go tend to what they left us of Samira... She must be ready for tomorrow She dances for for the Amir.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Deacon Frost

By the time he had finished he was really exhausted, he just hoped that Salim would not try to rob him of the money the patrons had thrown at his feet. He overheard the words and frowned, seems like Salim only worried about the money he got. Getting some bread and cheese to go with the remainder of his wine, he strolled over to Salim.

"Is Samira the girl you had dancing when I started to play?"

 

[Asa]

Yes yes... very good dancer brings many guests and much money from those who can afford her. Can be very strong will sometimes so not always in good shape by end of day... Why you ask my friend? Do you wish time with Samira? For all the moeny you have brought to Me and to yourself I will agree to this

He glanced over as Mirri walked back down stairs with Samira. She looked well enough only a little blood fell from her lip the morning light would reveal any bruising but bruises could be covered.

There she is my friend You did very well for first day and being an outsider you have earned time with Samira as your pay.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Deacon Frost

He grinned coldly at Salim,

"Did you not listen Salim, I do not want a woman, I sang about it all night. I'll take the coin, you can keep the poor girl...but I will warn you, too much of this and she will start to lose you more coin than she is making now. You should treasure what gifts are yours, if a common soldier can afford her, then you have a very low price on her and that means you have a very low pay for me and that my friend will not sit well with me...not well at all."

Again those blue eyes started to seem like dark clouds moved over them and Salim, who was a man of many experience, started to wonder if this stranger was not a djin.

"No of course not my friend, I will reward you handsomely, here is the money the patrons threw at your feet and here is your pay. Come let us retire, I have a room for you, one you have to share with one of the girls, but I can assure you that your privacy will be respected."

Deacon nodded his approval, after gathering his coins, he left a goodly amount behind for Salim, he smiled at Salim's questioning look,

"That way we both win and I can be assured that you will look after me at least."

Salim's smile was a wan one, he started to feel like this stranger could see into his mind and soul, for a cold businessman like himself, this was not good. But also the stranger brought him quite a good amount of money and the tales he told with his music and voice was sure to bring him more money...just the thought of more money made his eyes gleam, only then did he remember the remark from the stranger, maybe his price on Samira was too low. He would have to attend to that.

 

[Asa]

Mirri looked between them not wanting Salim to lose the stranger before she could win him over to get her out of here she looked between them.

The general bought her paid handsomely and then so kind to his men... allowed those who could not afford one like Samira to have time with her... SO kind General so beautiful Samira...

She bit her lip hoping that would calm things between them as she looked to them and spoke again to only Deacon this time.

Help new family settle in... make sure everything is to liking?

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Samira simply sat on the cushions and slowly sipped the drink given to her so to calm her form so that she could sleep for the next days dancing for the prince. She listened to them talk and the stranger encouraging Salim to get more money from those that seek her time and winced a little knowing the more money they pay the more they will expect to be able to do to her.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Deacon Frost

He gave Kirri a smile, there was no feeling behind it, more like the smile one would give to a sister than to a woman.

"Sure, always good to have a family member look after your interests."

He glanced at Sarima as he said this, he picked up his guitar, stroking the strings gently. He looked at Salim one final time,

"But like me, I am sure that you know men, they would want to do more with Sarima the more they pay...like what happened to Kirri here."

Nobody actually found it strange that he knew Kirri's name,

"Strict rules, make it something to really treasure. They are all beautiful flowers Salim, crushing and bruising them turns them into cacti when they still have much to offer."

With a departing grin he followed Kirri, taking a bite from the bread as he slung the guitar over his back.

 

[Asa]

Mirri smiled as the new musician followed her instead of taking Salim up on precious Samira the one everyone normally wanted.

You are different you see through precious Samira not prisoner to her like others... So what do you wish to do?

She turned around to look at him the fine silken sleeves of her gown falling from her shoulders as she looked to him.