Money for Love

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The Wilderness of Cyphrus is an endless sea of tall grass that rolls just like the oceans themselves. Geysers kiss the sky with their steamy breath, and mysterious craters create microworlds all their own. But above all danger lives here in the tall grass in the form of fierce wild creatures; elegant serpents that swim through the land like whales through the ocean and fierce packs of glassbeaks that hunt in packs which are only kept at bay by fires. Traverse it carefully, with a guide if possible, for those that venture alone endanger themselves in countless ways.

Money for Love

Postby Ember on August 24th, 2010, 8:43 pm

44th Day Summer, 510 AV

Within his cave he inhabited with his two slaves, the male began making sharp bone arrows and spears. Feathers from a glassbeak kill were tied to the ends these piercing instruments. Parchment and writing utensils littered one corner of the cave, with books beside them. One book was on poisons and the other on harnessing Djen. He flexed his wings as nightfall came, becoming anxious. His Konti slave's attire was that of a Benshira, hiding her features, except for her violet eyes and nose. On foot, he led them out of the cave. Nysa was still allowed to weild her Suvai.

The Konti batted her lashes, making extremely flirtacious expressions and guestures, having been taught to act as alluring as possible. Zulu had been left behind though within the confines of the other Ziths, dared not leave the cave, nor explore the Sea of Grass in his lonesome. Ember shot at animals with his bone arrows, leaving a trail of carcasses. Though they did not go to waste. They were strung together, hanging in one bunch and he recycled the arrows.

Perhaps someone would catch on that the woman was for hourly sale. A flask was withdrawn from the pack, and he drank, taking out a cigar he'd rolled with herbs he'd known produced a narcotic effect. He used the flint and steel to make a fire as he skinned the animals, then diced the meat up with a knife he'd stolen from a human victim. He placed the pieces over the flame, doing a rotary motion. The pelt was rolled up to be traded or made into clothing. The male began to eat, selecting pieces with his clawed hands and bringing them to his lips. He continued until he was satiated, still smoking his cigar. Having one final drink of alcohol, he put the flask away, and began to pack up, though continued feeding the fire. Nysa was allowed to eat as well, and the two sat together.

The Zith began to sing, surprisingly having a pleasant sounding voice. It was an almost seductive tune, with syllables and sounds from his native language mixed in. The disguised Konti joined in, their voices harmonizing and melding together, trying to attract attention. Her already beautiful face had been painted in cosmetics, accenuating the already flawless pale skin, a bit of red colouring to her cheeks and lips, black liner around her large violet eyes. Her hair under neath the Benshira outfit was styled into curly waves.

Any visions, my Nysa?

"Yes master Ember ... I see many beautiful people, many riches and possible fame in your near future." Nysa answered in her soft, sweet melodic voice.

Ember laughed as he sharpened his long blades. He was so humoured he didn't ask anymore questions, and instead envisioned the happenings himself. He smirked, and dug into the bag and handed Nysa a peach. She bit into it gentle, the supple juices running down her chin. She laughed, holding a fair colored hand to her soft cheek and trying to whipe the juices.

A collar was around the woman's throat, with a ring for a line to be attached, though he'd had Nysa for so long they rather enjoyed each other's company. He outstretched a hand and pulled back the garment covering her face, exposing more of the wan, silky flesh. He was tempted to take her to bed himself yet would rather make the money. He also sold the male slave at an hourly rate. The male Zith had a few glistening rings on his fingers, the jewels stolen from victims.
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