The Harem (Who likes Fantasy Sci-Fi?)

[UC_Gav]

This is the year 3000. Hundreds of races now work together in a time of peace and while racism and discrimination is rare not all are equal. The amount of citizens demand that, controls be set up.
When born all Citizens of the Coalition are judged. Graded and depending on their social status, and perhaps physical charachteristics are graded into Classes. Family plays no part in life unless the Family is rich enough to buy any lower classed members.

The weak, stupid and deformed are moved immediately to Menial manual labour jobs.
The Smartest, Strongest and those deemed above average are placed in the higher Classes. Everyone else becomes a 'norm'. The average citizen of the Coalition and although they have freedom to do what they wish they have no rights that contradict the wishes of the Higher classes.

In this respect Norms can be anything from Athletes, pilots and businesspeople to common Slaves. Used by the Higher classes for ANY purpose.
And just a point, Females are more common in the Higher Classes, while Males make up a large amount of the Norms. The Menial Classes are pretty even.

(Ok so your race is entirely upto yourselves but keep them humanoid, Give a quick description of urself and ur race and then get on with it. BTW, you dont have to be Alien, Humans are still around too. Also add in any restrictions/no-no's if u play a slave char.)

Name - Keruga
Race - Ferran
Age - 22 (human terms)

Appearance/Background/Abilities/Other
- Ferrans are What todays Anime society would call a Furry. Basically a 6ft Cat creature with a more Human Face. (ie no fangs, muzzle). Fit and athletic but not too Muscular. His fur is Black with Light Grey stripes (kinda like a tiger) that ends in a short human style Hair cut. Also has a Long Prehensile tail and wears nothing but a simple loincloth made from heavy silks.
Ferrans make excellent Body Guards as they are natural Fighters and many are bought as Guards however some are picked out as more personal bodyguards.

(restrictions - may refer to his owner as Mistress but please no s&m etc over the top stuff. I dont mind Dominant women but the whole pain/humiliation thing aint my scene lol)


Keruga
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I stood looking out across the Courtyard. The latest shuttle had just docked. Bringing fresh 'employees' to add to the workforce. I noticed a number that would be joining me here in my mistresses Harem. The Bylar were well known throughout the Galaxy, their females had both the Male and female reproductive cells however they needed climax to release the two and reproduce. Only their males can give them that climax and as such the Males are extremely skilled, though incapable of climaxing themselves. The perfect toy for an insatiable owner.

I moved back to the center of the room, sitting on a bench by the fountain, drinking the fresh water, sniffing the air and my ears twitched as i sensed someone approach.

 

[UC_Gav]

wow...guess noone likes it. Damn, didnt think my idea was that bad.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

OOC:

Rebecca de Lancey

race: Genetically-altered human
age: 75 (appears to be, and is healthy as, age 22)
Ht: 6'2"
Wt: 175 lb
hair: llavender, shoulder length.
eyes: lavender
skin: pale ivory (she does not tan or burn in sunlight)

Rebecca was a made-to-order child. In an age of aliens, Stateist classificatons of people into tight Classes, and sharp pressures to survive, some human families turned to GenMod Inc. to ensure that their children would be able to compete, and thrive.
It took millions of sperm, tens of eggs, and many years, but GenMod finally created Rebecca, to her parents' precise specifications.
When she came of age, she was subjected to the rigorous testing by the Coalition. As expected, she was placed in the Upper Classes.
She insisted on working hard as a Menial for many years, directly supervising the Transport interests she had acquired on her 18th birthday. She labored alongside Menial and Norm on several cargo and passenger runs. It was her right, of course, to choose a Spartan life for herself if she chose it.
It paid off. After many years of hard work, she found herself wealthier than many of her friends who had squandered much of their wealth on fancy clothes, mansions, and slaves.
In the last few years, feeling as young and healthy as ever, she has retired from her life of work, and settled down to a quiet life of leisure, pleasure, and decadence.
She still enjoys reports from her many holdings, but enjoys more the life she denied to herself when younger. Youth was no longer wasted on the young, not in the year 3000!

((Hope this is a workable character for you. I like this idea, and hope we get a couple more players on as well!))

IC:

Rebecca rose late, as she often did now, and dressed in a simple gauzy robe. It was fiber-optic, and she had selected a subtle red glow, that was concealing in just the right places, and left the rest of her body highlighted in a soft crimson.

She padded barefoot into the room overlooking the courtyard. A shuttle had just arrived.

Good, she thought. My associates can handle the newcomers.

"Keruga?" She knew he would likely be here. And she also knew he had already sensed her. The Ferran made an ideal guard. He was nearly impossible to surprise, and his appearance reminded her of a housecat she had once had, many decades ago. She had nearly cloned that cat, but decided against it. One GeneMod per house seemed more than enough.

 

[Koneko]

o.o.c. I think its quite a good idea, not entirely sure where its gonna run but I'm gonna give it a go. I used to RP fantasy quite a lot, let's just hope I haven't lost all my skills (Also I think awe may need a few ladies to join in for variety ^^

Name: Taero
Race: Sylon
Body age: 18

Appearance/Background/Abilities/Other

Sylons are a relatively new addition to the coalition, encountered via a chance meeting of an exploratory starship and a mistake between a young Sylon undergoing his 'Seeking' as they call it. Sylons are all, to a greater or lesser degree psychic and although they find it impossible to read the minds of any but those closest to them they nontheless can quite easily pick up the emotions using empathy as well as manipulating them to their own ends and, much rarer indeed, altering ones perception of reality itself. Though this is a tiring and coveted ability it has been found occasionaly, giving no thought to genetics or families and appearing at random, it was this that led the coalition to investigate when a surprised navigator told his captain that they were about to be sucked into a black hole, and still very little is understood about their culture.

It was later found that the culture was split in two, one following and developing their psychic abilities while the other abandoned this, perhaps out of jealously it has been suggested and instead poured their eforts into technical innovation.

Appearance: Standing around 5"11', slim of build and moving with a sensuous grace, light silver hair frames an oval face with two enigmatic violet orbs that seem to contain a light of their own. Taero was chosen for the upper class for displaying the rarest of abilities for the Sylon race that of controlling realities perception, one the coalition hadn't found elsewhere and as such forced the need for control. Even more surprising was the fact that he came from the techno-culture of his home world yet displaying the abilities of both.

Under the jurisdiction of the Coalition military forces he has been forced to undergo advanced training in reperation for Sylons entrance into the community. He has so far displayed a complete lack of regard for rules and regulations evidenced by his steadfast stubborness not to engage in any kind of unjust operations.

I.C

Taero walked slowly along the boardwalk, as it was still quaintly named, a bored and distant look flickering across his face before returning to impassiveness. Reaching up he tapped a small mechanical device attached to his right temple and studied the small screen that flickered into existence glowing lines making traceries of fire.

Turning he made his way down a street indistinguishable from any other and came out into a chaotic hustle and bustle wincing slightly as a flurry of emotions bombarded his senses. Fear. Pain. Anger. Happiness. Arousal. It seemed, he thought to himself, that many were not here by choice, perhaps they had been pressured into it or perhaps it was this particular harems selection. Unwilling participants often fetched higher prices from some of the more 'choosy' guests.

He himself couldn't imagine forcing himself upoon anyone though he knew that the workers were well looked after and that due to his status they would indeed have no choice...

Glancing around checking that all was in order he spoke a quite acknoledgement into his earpiece. After a spate of radical demonstrators had attacked the armed guard of previous worker intakes it had been decided that he would be put on duty to show willingness. Spotting a familiar face he walked sedately over to the young Ferran Keruga.

"Greetings Keruga, it seems that your mistress has indeed been lucky, this must be the first shipment that has been unmolested in weeks"

Turning, he noticed the mistress of the Harem, well known and respected he had been briefed on her numerous details and as he ran his eyes over her he noticed that all of the genetic manipulation had paid off, she was beautiful.

"Greetings Madame De Lancy, I hope that all is to your approval?"

Though he spoke to her in respect and seeming deference they were in fact seen as equals in the eyes of society though he had found that most people were easy to get along with when treated as people rather than a type.

o.o.c. heh hope this is okay, maybe a bit too long and detailed but what can I say, Sureal Twilight (my old RP board) encouraged it. Think we should wait for some female participants?

 

[shadowoftheheart]

She smiled at the young Sylon. His bearing and carriage suggested one of High Class, so she decided he was an equal.

"Well, so far. I haven't had the chance to read the reports yet. I don't believe we've had the pleasure of being introduced. I am Rebecca de Lancey."

She extended her hand, aware of course that this young man knew who she was. This was a gesture, a way of recognizing an equal.

 

[UC_Gav]

Keruga
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"Yes mistress?" i reply. She says nothing more and i assume she was merely checking i was present as she entered.
She brushed past me and i picked up the faint odour of her body. As she looked out of the window and called for me to follow her as she lead me down towards the loading area.

"Usual procedure Keruga," She commanded softly. "Stay Aware, but stay subtle"
Some species with tracking abilities were too blatant, whenever a scent hit their noses their ears would twitch and their heads would twitch. This is what my mistress meant. Whenever i followed her into public eyes i was her bodyguard, i would remain aware of all that happened around us, yet allow noone to know i was doing so.

On the platform we met a Male who introduced himself to both myself and my Mistress. He was obviously of the upper classes and answered with the customary nod. Not daring to overstep my place and Speak to him openly.
He soon turned his attention to my mistress as i began my duties. Testing the air a number of things became apparent.
The faint hint of gun Plasma meant that there was a Security presence much larger than normal. Exotic Spices drifted in the Air, possibly to try and mask the Scent of the Narcotics that were being smuggled in with them.
Also in the air was a strong Mating scent. It seemed familiar, some species had females that were little more than savage beasts. Their mating drives were tenfold of the more civilised species. They were usually bought by Wealthy males overestimating their own prowess.
It would take an army of males to fully satisfy one of those creatures.

None of these were my concern however and i detected no threat to my Mistress however i did once again pick up her Scent. Not the scent of her Perfume, but her very own 'intimate' scent.
Perhaps she was interested in this new male. Perhaps this meant she would have no use for my services, at least as anything more than a guard.

(sorry i took so long to reply)

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Rebecca's associate handed her the docket of lading. Most of the cargo was for interests in the city, many hers but many again indeed of rivals. With the uncertain state of the space lanes, it was found prudent for rivalries to be forgotten insofar as bringing in goods and slaves. From direct experience, she knew that these merchants had little interest in the "dirtsloggers' " petty differences, and would treat her shipments no differently than that of any others of the planet.
She made a token glance at the report, nodding to her associate (She knew his judgement well, and trusted him with her fortune, her very life). Review of the new slaves would come soon enough.
A glance to Keruga reassured her that he was certain of her safety. He was loyal in a way few others of her retainers were. Memories flooded unbidden (though not unwelcome) of any number of his demonstrations of loyalty, and she knew that he would be able to detect the faint scent of her arousal that was so familiar to him.
She was aware that he might misconstrue her instincts: He had before. It was surprising to her that one so strong, so agile, so confident, could so often feel that she was putting him aside, or seeing him as less significant to her. She idly wondered if it was a common trait amongst Ferran.

 

[Koneko]

Turning away from the newly introduced Rebecca de Lancy as she perused her shipment logs he wondered over the deference that her bodyguard had shown to him, on his world he would have taken the lack of response as an insult but not here. He knew intellectually of course that his caste demanded such a show but he still sighed inwardly every time such a show was made. On his home world, he knew, they still followed the customs that had been passed down through time from the advent of the new age when the one culture split into the two warring factions.

Here however he realised that by splitting the very society down into base groups it gained an efficiency that was unrivalled by any of the single races or small alliances, when someone of a higher class ordered something it was done, resources were donated, services rendered.

Browsing some of the goods he sensed rather than felt the varying moods of those around him, fear over his attire, the sparkling cerulean threads that wove their way through the light absorbing fabric of the special divisions dress uniform. Made for combat the jacket could be easily shed and the cape that clasped around his neck shed the same way allowing for easy access to whatever defensive weapons the agent had decided upon. There was no mistaking either the holograpic insignia that rested over his right breast.

He saw known dealers in illegal substances, underage slaves, banned virtual reality simulations and many more, he knew that they knew that he did but he passed them all, smiling slightly as they sighed inwardly in relief.

Returning after his cursory sweep of the area he made his way along the lines of new workers smiling sadly at some of the ones who, no doubt, had been taken from the streets or unwillingly at least, to start a new life in the harem. Reaching out gently to one especially young looking girl who was crying hard looking shocked and in disbelief he caressed the edges of her mind, blanketing the fear and shifting her into a sense of calmness and warmth his eyes shifting hues as he did so almost hypnotically. She seemed to be coping a lot worse than the others around her he noticed, perhaps she had her own story but that would have to wait for another time...

Returning to the Mistress and her bodyguard he looked over the Ferran an amused smile flickering onto his face as he felt the waves of unease emenating from the lithe warrior. He had no idea what had caused this unrest but he was almost sure it had something to do with him, what it was he had no idea, he knew he was a member of the special division but even he would be hard pressed to go up against a member of the Ferran race, especially Keruga. So no, he had no idea what was the cause.

He still didn't get many of the jokes his comrades told, the references they made about females and he often passed by many women completely oblivious as to why they looked or stared at him or the cause of the arousal he felt in their minds.

"Well Mistress de Lancy, it has indeed been a pleasure meeting you, I have been studying you in great detail"

Here he was sure he felt the negative emotions from the young bodyguard spike and he turned castinga curious glance towards him.

"I have to say you have impressed me and that is a hard thing to do in this day and age, my name is Lieutenant Eleneo and I have been assigned as your liason between the Ministry of Defence and yourself. It seems, Rebecca, that you have attracted the attention of the government and landed yourself with me."

Here he smiled genuinely for the first time turning his hardened look into something completely childish and carefree. Whistling quietly he took a seat on the bench they were standing next to and stretched out his legs watching as a red squirrell, one of the original terran species, sat on his foot despite his many attempts to shake it off.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

She snapped rather abruptly out of her reverie.

"The attention of the government? May I ask, in what regards?"

There was no panic in her voice. Rebecca remained an honest citizen, and refused to knowingly traffic in illegal substances of any variety. If she inadvertently purchased goods that were illegal, she was prompt in cooperating with all investigations into such matters. Why would the government be interested?

She glanced this young man over. Young enough, indeed, to be her grandson, though to all appearances they were only a few years' apart in age. And of course, she reminded herself, he was an alien.

Quite handsome. His eyes in particular: violet, softly glowing, eyes that contained liquid depths of soul.

She blinked, reminding herself that Sylons could sense emotions. Ferran could as well, for that matter, though in a different manner.

With her guard, she felt she could allow any thought, feeling, emotion, drop. She accepted his loyalty as a given. This young man, he was different. An unknown quantity. He knew more about her than she him. She knew his name, rank, mission here. She did not know his character, or his true intentions.

She smirked as she watched a squirrel sit on his foot. They were too friendly at times. She sat beside him, and patted her lap once. The squirrel bounded up to her lap, and curled up into a contented ball of fuzz.

 

[UC_Gav]

Sorry if i seem quiet, not much i can do when im just standing guard etc but ill try and interract when i can.

Id like to see some more signups if at all possible, From any class.

 

[Koneko]

O.O.C Yeah I posted a wanted ad in the players section so lets hope

I.C

Across the courtyard a scuffle broke out, fists flying and oaths colouring the already colourful air, with a resigned look on his face Taero stood from the bench and stretched turning to Mistress de Lancy before bowing courteously and taking her hand to brush his lips against it as he had seen others do before in films.

"Alas Mistress it seems something illicit has come under argument, namely who owns something that should not have been there in the first place, this should be interesting"

Straightening again he brushed a stray strand of silky hair behind one ear before setting off towards the problematic group shouting in a loud voice for said group to disperse. Instead of subsiding however the group seemed to purpousefully move towards him, he turned intent on backing himself up against a wall to find that the way had also been blocked.

Looking up at the rooftops scanning for danger he noticed with a sickening feeling a glint of sunlight against a poorly blacked metal object, he just hoped that Rebeccas bodyguard was alert and ready. He raised his hands towards the nearest attacker and smiled at him. Snarling he sent out a strike of fear watching the man pale and his legs buckle.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Rebecca smiled at the Sylons' politeness, a rare thing in this age. She was used to deference, but from lower classes. And from her slaves, she could enforce it. And had. Willingly.

Rebecca scooted the Squirrel out of her lap, and stood, arms crossed, frowning at the commotion. She glanced at Keruga, then noticing that things were turning ugly, she calmly took cover. She was aware that Keruga would let nothing happen to her, so didn't let it worry her.

She used the moment to mentally catalog her new aquisitions.

 

[DebbieDid]

OOC:

Tara (a slave girl)

race: human
age: 17
Ht: 5'6"
Wt: 115 lb
hair: dark golden, down to just below her waist
eyes: pale blue
skin: tawny tan
Other: small firm breasts, firm stomach, hips slightly wider than chest, slender legs. Still a virgin.

Tara is young, frightened, and feeling very displaced and lonely. She has almost no education and has no idea why she is here or what is going to happen next. She is naive and so at a loss over how to deal with her situation that she appears rather submissive.

Restrictions: No heavy S&M, light bondage and slave punishment okay.

IC
Tara
When we were herded out of the shuttle I had to blink and squint from the bright sunlight. It felt good to breathe real air again but the sights that I saw nearly overwhelmed me and I remembered once again how I came to be here.

I had been seized by two men, had a hood thrown over my head, been bound, and then taken somehow to a large building and thrown into a room with others. Later someone came and gave us some water, released our bonds, and demanded our clothing. I had tried to resist that but when a sharp blow across my face left my mouth bleeding and my brain reeling I gave them what they asked for. In return I was given what I now wear, a shapeless sort of dress made of coarse plant fibers that is more like a sack with only unhemmed slits for arms and neck. I was given nothing to wear underneath and this is so short that I can hardly sit without my lower body showing.

I felt numb during most of the shuttle flight but on arriving here, wherever here is, the feelings of fear and despair overcame me. I don't know where I am, why I am here, nor what to expect next. The strange sights and smells, and especially the clamor, were just to much for me and I began to weep all the tears that had been pent up during the transport. I saw a strange looking man dressed in fine clothes and a cape with silver hair pass and I guess that curiousity overcame my fear and for a time I felt almost peaceful.

Now, however, there is some sort of fight going on with people screaming and yelling and it all comes flooding back. I can't help it, I am sobbing like a baby again and can't stop.

 

[UC_Gav]

Ah, something i can do...Fight lol

Keruga
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Go about your Business Mistress" i spoke stepping forward. "I will see if i can resolve this argument"

Moving my self between the Fray and my working mistress i moved forward calmly. As peacefull as i had become i still had the Ferran spirit and there was nothing like a good fight to Satisfy that. The first that approached was dropped with a stiff punch directly to his throat. A growl rising from me as he gasped for air and crumpled at my knees.
I stopped my advance roughly 50 yards from my mistress, a distance i could close in quickly if someone decided to attack her, while not too close to her that the fight my spill towards her. I knew no matter what these thugs tried, as the Male that my mistress had been talking to looked at me and nodded, that none would get anywhere near her, at least with all their limbs attatched.
The male seemed to be attacking with nothing i could see. He held out his arm and men simply crumbled. If this was his species form of attack then i admired the warriors ability but there was no fun without contact. Another man fell to a punch to the chest, the faint sound of cracking ribs made the impact more satisfying. I looked over at my Mistress to see she was barely acknowledging the situation and felt pride in her trust of my abilities, knowing that she could go about her business in total Safety.
Turning back to the fight I looked down at the man i had just felled.

"Your lucky your not on Fenris" i growled at the man cluthcing his chest. "Back home that punch would have been Claws out!" With that statement i bared my teeth and Claws, roaring a challenge to whoever dared approach. Mental intimidation worked just as well as cracking skulls.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Rebecca became aware that the new slaves were currently near to the unpleasantness near the shuttle bay. An unacceptable situation.

"Keruga, attend. We need to get the new slaves away from the mob."

She strode forward, her hands upon her hips and certain that her Ferran guard was with her, and would keep her safe from harm. She stood directly in front of the slaves, making sure that they all had her mark on their shipping collars.

"Right. This way. Normally I would do something more ... formal, but there is not time right now."

She pointed, and one of her associates beckoned, leading them to the freight elevator up to her private, secure manor.

She glanced to Keruga to be sure all was well in his area.

 

[DebbieDid]

I don't know where we are being taken but at least we are getting away from the fighting and shouting. We are led toward a really large, tall building. I find myself hurrying involuntarily just to get to someplace else. We are all crammed into another room and the door is closed. There are so many of us that we are pressed up against one another so tightly that I can smell the rancid sweat on those closest to me.

Suddenly there is a strange sensation like the room is moving. I feel heavier than before then normal again. Now I feel lighter and I sense a stop to the motion. The door opens and we look out upon another strange place. I wonder what will happen here and if this band about my neck will be removed at last. It chaffs terribly.

 

[AngelofDeath]

ooc: hope there is still room. I saw this in the main listing

Name - Shara
Race - Ferran/human
Age - 18(human terms)

Shara like Keruga is a cat ferran, though she is half human. As a result she lookes more like the 'neko'. She has cat ears and a tail as well as hand paw hands and feet. Her white and cream fur coveres her breasts and crisscrosses along her body-think felicia from the darkstalkers, view attachment to see. Her hair is jet black and hands down to her back.

Shara was born into thehousehold and such earned her place high within the kitchen ranks. She prepares most of Mistress' meals and overlooks the feeding of the slaves. She has a small crush on Keruga but has never acted upon her feelings.

She is 5'10 busty and has an hour glass figure. She wears a simple cotton dress and waist cincher



Shara was busy in the kitchen getting the meal ready for Mistress as well as the others. Her tail curled around her waits as she checked the pots. Going down into the pantry for a jar of honey for her cakes she relaized there was none.

The market boy had yet to come back with this months honey. Growling she grabbed the tinof powdered sugar and ran back up into the kitchen. Mistress and Keruga loved her sweet cakes. Pulling them from the oven she set them on the cooling rack and dusted them with the sugar.

The market boy would not be getting his usual tip. Being late with thier goods was not a good thing. Hearing the commotion outside she peered out the window.

 

[UC_Gav]

keruga
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I turned as i heard my Mistress call. I waked over to her, still despatching any would be attacks while barely slowing my pace.
She instructed me to assist her with the new Slaves. Helping them to avoid the fight.

I did as commanded, guiding them over towards my Mistresses private loading area and the elevators which lead to both her Home ad that of the Slaves. As the last slave passed i fell into step behind the group, again preventing any unwanted interference. Finally i stood at the entrance to the Building while my Mistress and her attendants moved them into the Elevator.
When all were in and the doors shut i stepped inside and closed the door.
"All property accounted for Mistress. I could smell their distress but none were harmed. Shall i accompany you now or would you like me to assist the Gentleman you met outside?"
She looked at me with a questioning gaze. "You will do simply as you are told" she spoke softly. Blunt words however her tone and scent revealed they were not inteded as aggressive. As if to confirm she reached up to rub the fur on my head and gave a slight scratch behind my ear. Apparently a form of affection between humans and primitive earth felines of which my mistress had been fond of. "I am happy with your performance today Keruga, proper respect towards a stranger of higher class and efficiency in your guard duties, though from you i expect no less"
"Thank you Mistress. Your praise is greatly valued" i spoke with a Nod.
She beckoned me to follow and we moved across the building to her own private elevator.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

"Keruga, I had best attend to the slaves. I need to make certain they are what I ordered. Follow as you have a chance. Oh, and see that our friend from Coalition Security is invited formally to dinner tonight."

She turned with a barely stifled yawn, and walked away to her private lift. Unlike the slaves which were herded like cattle onto the freight elevator, she was able to sit down on a padded bench, alone in the glassteel capsule.
It rose slowly -- there was no real need to rush -- and she looked out over the city.

It looked so peaceful, under the growing morning light. Capsules moved along the surface of buildings, the only indication of the busy lives of Norms and Menials below.

The lift stopped, opened, and she stepped out into the foyer of her manor.

She considered for a moment ignoring the slaves, and going instead to the kitchen to see if Shara had finished yet with her delightful sweetcakes.

But, business first. If the slaves were not up to standards, that would have to be dealt with.

 

[DebbieDid]

We just seem to be standing here dumbly not going anywhere or doing anything. I wonder why? I squirm a little trying to get more elbow room. The rude garment that I have been wearing ever since before the shuttle flight not only smells bad but is itchy. I barely have even enough room to scratch! I hope that this garb is temporary and that we will be given something different to wear. I could use a drink too, and from somewhere I smell something cooking. That reminds me that I am hungry.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Seeing Mistress head inside Shara put two of the cakes of a plate and fixed a glass of her favorite wine. Settign them on a tray she nodded to the other kitchen worker a mute man of 23 and went to find her Mistress.

Whenever new slaves came she would always take hertime with them and often get so caught up with business that she would forget to eat.

Comming down into the foryer she called out,"Mistress?" Her tail relaxed as she looked for her.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

"Shara? I was just about to see to the new slaves."

Rebecca can smell the sweetcakes from where she stands, and smiles. Shara was always her favorite kitchen-hand.

She walked over to the half Ferran, her stomach beginning to grumble.

"You always know."

 

[AngelofDeath]

"They don't have honey this time, Erik hasn't come from the market yet." Smiling at her praise she asked, "Do you want the tray in your office or somewhere else?"

Her sensative ears aware of the goings on all over the house. She kewn Keruga was with the Slaves. She would fix his tray and take it to him when she was done.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

"No, no. I am going down to inspect the slaves. Bring the tray, I will eat there."

She turns, indicating by a nod of her head that Shara should follow her. She walks to the holding-chamber for the new slaves.

The holding chamber is a small, crowded room, but there is a small, partitioned area with two seats and a table. She motions absently for Shara to place the tray there, and walks over to the assembled slaves.

 

[AngelofDeath]

Shara set the tray down and looked at the new slaves. Her nose crinkled at the smell of some of them. She would make sure there was plenty of soap for them as well as fresh clothes.

"I'll be returning to the kitchen if you need anything. Keruga's tray is waiting for him." Nodding she turned and left.