So what is the difference between a Panther and a Taluna? idk, not much, panthers are said to have lived in the Northern forests and the taluna in the jungles of Schendi. I have like played and enjoyed both roles …lol… I suppose a taluna was more mystic and had more lore than a panther girl in SL Gor. I included a typical panther role play…….
According to Luthers scrolls Talunas are white girls who live in the jungles near Schendi and use spears, bows and knives for their hunting.
Although they speak boldly about keeping with the books one would wonder how it is so when we all know that by Gorean book standards no panther or taluna would visit a gorean city without finding themselves quickly impaled or enslaved as an outlaw.
Tribesman of Gor pg. 223 states, “The strength of a full-grown woman is equivalent to a twelve-year old boy.”
The Death of the Jungle Panther
THE HUNT — The dense jungle canopy hanging over their heads allowed just enough light from the three moons to see in a ten foot radius, torches would only scare the prey, so only during the brightest night did the Taluna hunt their nemesis, the panther. Faces painted with dyed mud, their hair woven into small braids and pulled back, dressed in pelts and animal skins from other hunts, each of them holding their weapon of choice — spears, clubs, sleen knife, the short bow. Andraste clung tightly to her panga, using it to cut through whatever obstacle came before them. They split apart at the stream, keeping together in pairs, covering more ground. The sound of a twig snapping ahead brought her to a halt, lowering into a crouch as she focused on the darkness, trying to make out what creature was ahead. Her hand lifted with a silent signal to her sister to ready her arrow, in case.
Raika had her arrow nocked before she even saw the signal, her own dark eyes staring into the darkness before them. The quiver was strapped to a bare, bronzed-gold thigh with thick hides, buckles of tortoise shell drawn tight. A handful of thick braids spilled down her narrow back, banded in leather and for once without their usual malachite and bronze beads- they were far too noisy for this kind of work. She slipped to the side without a word, the slender frame of the woman half-disappearing into the shadow of a looming tree, keeping Andraste in view even as she shifted lightly. Thick bands of black tiger-striped her face below her large eyes, with more green-gold stripes sliding down her back and the long lines of her thighs and calves. The hunting paint covered more than her actual clothes did, the dark striping running down her bare back and the sleek line of her belly as well, compared to the simple hide halter and dark cotton loin clothe. The almost knee-high boots of tharlarlion leather were broken in and soundless, making her movements eerily quiet as she slowly drew the arrow back, keeping it at light tension even as she glanced over the area, braids spilling against each other and tumbling down her spine in a riot of black silk. The panthers were tricky beasts, fully capable of circling around their hunters – as many of them had learned before.
While Raika slide into place with her arrow notched so a simple pluck at the string would deliver it into the hide of their feline friend. Andraste would act as the bait. She stayed alert, letting her ears search out what her eyes could not find. Her heart was beating faster as she heard another snap… more to the left this time. Her head turned to track the movements as she stayed close to the ground, ready to lunge in either direction. She pulled from her thigh the sleen knife, held in her weaker hand, in her fist, ready to stab at the beast if it attacked. A third snap coming from the right. Could there be two? Or was the animal just playing with them like urts. Waiting to bat them around before it tore into the midnight snack. Andrasta could taste the sweat dripping off her upper lip, the salt making her lips tingle. She inhaled slowly, keeping her breath soft, then inching forward with two more steps. Her own blond braids barely reached her shoulders, bangs feathered across her forehead, clinging to her sun kissed skin by beads of sweat. Silence made the moment all the more alarming, no other creatures giving themselves up as a sacrifice to the panther, it was between the humans and the beast. Even the wind had hushed for this momentous occasion.
Raika didn’t move from her position, merely drawing the bow back a bit more as she watched the blonde girl advance. She was pure tension in that moment, eyes narrowed while she listened to the silence of the jungle around them with the ingrained reactions of a predator. A light sheen of sweat glistened on her own skin, the color of polished bronze, as she lifted the bow to track the movements of the other girl and the prey, nostrils flaring as if to catch the scent. There might very well be two of them out there, though that would have met they’d have caught either a mating pair, or interrupted a pair of males in the middle of settling a dispute over territory. She crept forward, keeping her bow half-drawn as she padded on the soles of her boots across the wet jungle floor, feeling the silence in the air around them. She never broke the hunting distance between her and the blonde, the fluid distance that made sure that the prey couldn’t get both of them without one getting a good hit in. Though a pair made it much more dangerous. She rolled her bare shoulders, nostrils flaring as she slowly straightened up from the bush, standing to her full height among the ferns and peering in the twilight cast by the full glow of the three moons through the thick canopy above. She’d need to see the beasts coming to make a true shot. And prevent the blonde from becoming prey.
In those few moments of silence an eternity flashed by in thoughts and at the same time her mind was still, focused on the hunt. She couldn’t let emotion come into play, though instinct was turned to full blast, her stomach tightly knotted as she swallowed another few feet in distance. Each step closing in on their adversary. She didn’t need to turn back to know that Raika was right there behind her, this was not their first hunt, though one false step and it could become either one of their last. The muscles of her thighs began to burn as she remained half crouched down in a position ready to pounce, the larger blade still held steady in front of her. A sound finally broke through that barrier of silence, but it wasn’t a beast’s growl, instead the squeal of a frightened tarsk fleeing. It only took a second before the creature that scared it to come into view, and a split second before it was about to pounce on top of an even larger meal, Andraste. The sudden catapult of the jungle panther coming out of the darkness left her with no chance of running. She lifted her right arm, the blade in it used to guard while the left reached out to stab. Raika had one chance, a single arrow, to make an impact and slow the beast.
She was moving the moment she saw the darker shadow of the panther in the night, lifting the bow and pulling the arrow back even as it began its leap onto the blonde woman. For a moment, time seemed to pause, her eye sighting along the arrow even as the horn-bow creaked and the sinew thrummed with tension. She waited until it had begun its leap before letting go, hand dropping to the quiver at her thigh without pause to pull another gold & green fletched arrow from the leather case even as the first arrow slammed into the throat of the panther. At the short range she had fired from the wide-bladed head punched through the soft fur of its throat with an audible crunch, burying itself up to the fletching and nearly coming out the other side. The bright green bird feathers stood out above its collarbone as it continued the leap, though it was already dying. The weight of the beast slammed into the blonde, carrying her to the jungle floor even as it spasmed in its death-throws. It tried to hiss and growl, the sounds coming instead as airless grunts while blood poured into its lungs. It was dying, but the predators were still dangerous, eager to drag the unwary down with them into death.
Had the arrow missed it’s target, Andraste would of been torn to shreds even if she got a chance to stab at the pouncing predator. Even half dead the weight of the animal slammed her on her back knocking the wind out of her. Sleen knife stretched out to catch the underside of the belly, but a last effort to take the blonde woman along was felt against her thigh when the panther’s claws made contact. Crying out in agony along with the growling beast, sending an alert to the others in their band that something had gone wrong. They turned on their own tracks and ran towards the sounds. Andraste rolled out of the way, but she wasn’t able to stand on her own, only crawl the rest of the way until she was out of range. Her blades were gone now, the sleen knife left in the gut of the animal as it bled out on the jungle floor. The blonde felt her own blood coating her thigh, using her hand to give pressure to the wound and cursing herself out for letting the animal take a piece out of her. source:http://delveintodark.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=jungle&action=display&thread=87
Along the length of the Laurius River and up the northern coast of Thassa, following the border of the forests, there can be found a number of exchange points where outlaws, including panther girls, can display items for sale to passing ships. Most of the items for sale are slaves though other items may also be found. At each spot, there is often a pair of sloping wooden beams, positioned in an upside-down “V” shape. These are very large and heavy structures. Iron rings have been set in these beams to restrain and display slaves that are for sale.
The early spring is best time to use these exchange points so that newly purchased slaves can be readied for the busy summer season. The summer is often the busiest season for selling slaves in the cities below the Laurius. Male and female outlaws have an unwritten truce concerning these exchange points. They will not attack, hinder or try to enslave each other at these places. With this truce, the exchange points become practical and effective. If these points were not safe, then their usefulness for trade would greatly diminish and thus harm all outlaws. The outlaws would be largely unable to engage in trade thus diminishing the quality of their lives.
A man who refuses to practice his Caste or tries to change his Caste, without the consent of the High Council, is by definition an outlaw. Other men, who lose their Caste for various other reasons, may also end up as outlaws. A few men even choose to be outlaws. But, most Goreans despise outlaws. Caste is so vitally important to Goreans that a life without their Caste looks quite dismal. A Caste gives a man a support group that will aid him in times of need. An outlaw though is on his own. He has no Caste or Home Stone. He may wear any identifying devices on his clothes or weapons. He has no one to rely on no matter what the circumstances.
The penalties for outlaws are also extreme. If an outlaw tries to enter a city, the common sanction is impalement. In the northern forests, common penalties for captured outlaws include hanging and hamstringing. Thus, many outlaws seek refuge in the wilderness areas of Gor, especially in the northern forests and various mountain ranges such as the Voltai. They then commonly live a precarious existence, hunting, raiding and trading.
Not all outlaws are males. All of the above reasons apply to women becoming outlaws as well. Some women, including escaped kajirae and free women, voluntarily opt for outlaw status and flee to the northern forests. They wish to escape their lives for a number of different reasons and seek the freedom of the forests. Many of these women have banded together in small groups and have become known as panther girls or forest girls. They construct their own camps and shelters, each band claiming a certain territory. Usually to join an established band, you must fight and kill an existing member.
Panther girls live primarily by hunting though they also engage in slaving and trade. Panther girls are considered outlaws and subject to the same penalties as male outlaws, though more often than not a captured panther girl will be enslaved rather than killed. Thus, the cities are not safe for them and they must remain in the forests.
Panther girls commonly dress themselves in the skins of forest panthers, from which they derive their name. They hunt a number of other animals as well but it is their panther hunting that has brought them the most infamy. They do not wear leather outfits, robes of concealment, veils or tunics. They do not seek to hide their bodies either as their panther skin outfits are often quite scanty. Some girls may wear gold or shell ornaments, such as necklaces, bracelets and armlets. They are skilled hunters, employing the bow and spear, and may be quite proficient in the use of these weapons. They also commonly carry a sleen knife and may also use clubs. Panther girls though do not wield swords. They use weapons more appropriate for their strength and abilities.
Panther girls are arrogant and proud, having little respect for anyone besides themselves. They despise female slaves and will treat them with great cruelty. They hate free women as well regarding all non-panther girls as weak and worthless. They hate men but have more respect for them than for women. Though panther girls are arrogant and disrespectful toward men, they do not call them “males” in the books. The distinction between “males” and “men” does not really exist on Gor. It is not a concept they understand so it would not be an insult they would use. Panther girls sit cross-legged like men and will even do so at an exchange point knowing that men find it disrespectful.
Panther girls attempt to capture and enslave any men who enter the forests. Obviously they will avoid large groups of well-armed men, preferring to attack lone men or those in small groups. If they do capture a man, they commonly shave a strip down his heads. The strip is about two to two and a half inches wide and is done to humiliate them, to mark them as having been captured by a panther girl. It is called the degradation stripe. Men who escape from the panther girls may wear a hat to cover their shame until the hair grows back. It is said “…that only weaklings, and fools, and men who deserve to be slave girls, fall slave to women.” (Hunters of Gor, p.13)
Panther girls may rape their male slaves and it seems very likely that they use slave wine. There is no indication of any pregnant panther girls or children living with the panther girls. Children would greatly interfere and hinder their lives. As slave wine now lasts forever, or until a releasor is given, then only a single dose is needed at some point in their lives. If panther girls were the maternal type, they would most likely never have fled to the forests. Once the panther girls grow tired of their male slaves, they will usually sell them at the exchange points.
Each band of panther girls will commonly have a semi-permanent camp, especially in the winter. Each band will know the borders of the territories claimed by other bands. The different bands do not get along well and there are often battles between the different groups. For the most part, these bands are small groups though there are a couple large ones. A typical camp will consist of conical, thatched huts of woven saplings. The camp will also be surrounded by a wall of sharpened stakes. There will be a single gate, fastened with vines, to allow entry into the camp. In the center of the camp will be a cooking hole, surrounded by a circle of flat stones. During the day, while the panther girls are off hunting, the camps are largely empty until they return near dusk. In the winter time, the camps will be busier much more of the time.
Each band will also have a dancing circle located outside their camps, sometimes close though sometimes a few pasangs away. This is commonly a clearing of grass, maybe twenty-five to thirty yards in diameter. At one side of the clearing is a slave post, about five feet high and seven inches thick. There are two heavy metal rings in this post, one about two feet off the ground and the other about three and a half feet. On the top front of the post is a crude carving of opened slave bracelets. In the center of the circle are four heavy stakes, about six inches high, that form a small but good-sized square. At night, under the light of the three moons, the panther girls will dance naked and wildly, like slaves would, inside the circle. They dance when their suppressed womanhood becomes too much to handle. Their need to dance becomes intense and they must dance or go mad.
To many, this indicates the dichotomy of the panther girls. Though they wish to act as men, their hearts yearn to be women, collared women. Panther girls fear being enslaved by men but they cannot deny that part of them that desires to be a woman. There is a panther girl saying that: “Any girl who permits herself to fall to men desires in her heart to be their slave.” (Hunters of Gor, p.133) But, it is also said by male Goreans that panther girls, once conquered, make incredible slaves. “Indeed they make superb slaves. They bring high prices in the markets. They are only girls desperate to fight their femininity. When they are no longer permitted to do this they have no choice but to become marvelous women and slaves.
A conquered panther girl is one of the most abject and delicious, and joyful, of slaves.” (Beasts of Gor, p.240) For this reason, many Gorean men come to the northern forests to hunt panther girls or to purchase them at the exchange points from male outlaws or even panther girls. One band of panther girls is not adverse from selling captured panther girls from another band.
As it is for all women, men have devised a myriad of ways to capture panther girls. A number of these methods entail capturing panther girls at their camps. Obviously, this first means that you must locate a panther girl camp and that is not always easy. A simple, though lengthy method, is to besiege the camp. Eventually, hunger and thirst may force the panther girls to surrender to their besiegers. This is generally not a preferred method of capture. Some men might set fire to a camp, forcing the girls to flee the safety of the camp. This is very dangerous though as fire is not easily controlled.
A forest fire is a heinous crime on Gor and few men would attempt this method. One of the bravest methods, one that requires much skill in stealth, is to attempt to enter the camp at night while the panther girls sleep. Panther girl sentries must be the first girls captured and it must be done as silently as possible. Then, a hut by hut search must be done, continuing to capture each girl as silently as can be done. The less the amount of men used to do this means the more glory to the captors.
At exchange points, panther girls will generally trade slaves and animal pelts for a number of items they desire. They may also trade any items they acquired through the capture of men or slaves. Panther girls often seek such items as candies, knives, arrow points, spear points, armlets, bracelets, necklaces, mirrors, slave nets, slave traps, and other types of slave steel. These are all items they cannot obtain from the forests. Because there is little sugar in the forest, except in some berries, simple hard candies are very valuable to them.
Panther girls are not wealthy and live very simple lives. They do not acquire much coinage and have little use for it even if they did possess some. They also do not use mounts while in the forests. Thus they have no need for tarns, tharlarion or kaiila. Most of those animals would have difficulties operating in the dense forests anyways.
Panther girls are not the same as talunas. Though there are some similarities, the two terms are not interchangeable. Taluna is not a word in the Gorean language. It is from an inland dialect of the jungles near Schendi. Talunas and panther girls have a number of cultural differences.
Men also come to the northern forests to hunt animals, not just panther girls. Marlenus, Ubar of Ar, often goes to the northern forests on hunting expeditions. There are numerous small game and birds that can be hunted as well as some larger game animals such as panthers, sleen, tabuk and tarsk. Hunting is an exciting yet dangerous pursuit. The addition of the predatory panther girls makes hunting even more dangerous in the northern forests.
The forest panther is a tawny-colored animal that is very common in the forests. Though they hunt largely at night they are not invariably nocturnal. They will hunt whenever they are hungry or irritable. Panthers will usually only attack men if provoked or if there are very hungry and there is no other prey around. Though they are capable of climbing trees, they generally locate the scent of prey on the ground. Spears and bows are the most common weapons used to hunt them. This appears to be the prey of choice for panther girls though it is not the only animal they hunt. There are many varieties of sleen on Gor, including a forest one. The forest sleen is a large animal, either brown or black pelted.
The northern forests can provide much excitement to your role-play. Hunting expeditions are a primary activity in this region and the many dangers of the forests will make it even more thrilling. The forests are also immense and can hide many different matters. Escaped criminals may be hidden within its depths. Lost treasures may be secreted away in its expanses. Interaction with outlaws or panther girls at exchange points or within the forests can also lead to enjoyment. Don’t restrict your role-play to taverns and cities. Get out into the wilderness and explore the varied world of Gor.
The tall, blond girl, Verna, beautiful and superb, led the file, her bow and a quiver of arrows now on her back, her spear in hand. Sometimes she would stop to listen, or lift her head, as though testing the air, but then she would resume her journey.
~ Captive of Gor
Marli wakes up, she had leant against the tree she had been sleeping on, the second spear she had made standing next to her. She rubs her eyes and looks around, mumbling ‘strangers…’ She grabs her spear and watches closely. A slave enters the Luna caleeng lands , slings some rocks at the local panthers , later a Sa Nahele panther wanders into our camp….what the heck?
[05:46] Foxie Love: explain yoruself slave why did you shot me
[05:46] ClaireSummer: *terrifed at what she is being told* “please Mistress you startled me”
[05:46] ClaireSummer: “this girl was just defending herself”
[05:46] Foxie Love : did i even shot you at first no
[05:46] Foxie Love: but you shot me
[05:46] Foxie Love: so i was defending myself
[05:47] ClaireSummer: “Mistress this girl swears she saw an arrow”
[05:47] Foxie Love: you must be on kanda girl
[05:47] Marli growls “the slave hit me with a rock ” Marli was angered and would beat the girl hard, already lifting her hand to strike at the slave
[05:48] Foxie Love: where is your owner girl
[05:48] Foxie Love: Tal Jen
[05:48] jJenifer Violet: tallies….training I see?
[05:48] Marli: Tal jj
[05:48] ClaireSummer: this girl has no owner Mistress
[05:48] Foxie Love: well then seems you have a new home here or to be sold to pirates
[05:48] Foxie Love: what shall it be mother?
[05:48] ClaireSummer: *looks around nervously, hoping she can get her hand on a weapon*
[05:48] Foxie Love: this girl shot at me Jen
[05:49] ClaireSummer: *gulps* “please do not sell this girl”
[05:49] Marli grins ” have her pay her debt and break her in”
[05:49] jJenifer Violet : bad girl….shakes her head…..Then she must have a good beating for it
[05:49] Foxie Lovekicks her side to turn the girl over
[05:50] ClaireSummer: *thankful she is not going to be killed, grunts from the kick*
[05:50] Foxie Love: mom what shall we do with her
[05:50] Foxie Love: i have not had my Paga this morning so i am grumpy
[05:50] jJenifer Violet: sell her off to them pirates in kamaya island
[05:51] jJenifer Violet: atticotti pirates…heheheh
[05:51] Marli: “beat her and then have her serve you some paga …..then decide if we sell the beast to pirates”
[05:51] ClaireSummer: “please don’t sell me”
[05:51] jJenifer Violet: sounds like a good lesson to be earned to me……winks
[05:52] Foxie Love: mom will you do the beating for me your much more kinder i may end up killing the girl
[05:52] jJenifer Violet whispers: Did you have you black wine yet Marli?
[05:53] Marli places her boot near the girls head “displease us and we will sail you to the pirates, they have a soft spot for brunettes” Marli then looks at JJ and nods
[05:53] jJenifer Violet: oh good…then she is safe…..giggles
[05:53] Foxie Love hands mom the rope ((brb))
[05:54] Marli takes the leash from Feathers and takes up the slack , she doesnt plan to let the girl stand up just yet
[05:54] ClaireSummer: “yes Mistress this girl will not displease you”
[05:56] jJenifer Violet: Well I will let ya be to your beatings,….errrm….I mean training
[06:00] jJenifer Violet: have fun…smiles
[06:00] Foxie Love: you to sis
[06:00] Marli prepares to drag the girl into camp, she plans to leash her to a post and flog her
[06:00] ClaireSummer: “please Mistress this girl will be good, please forgive her”
[06:00] Tea shouts: Excuse me!
[06:01] Tea shouts: But last time I saw this girl she was the property of my sister Eris Lobo!
[06:04] ClaireSummer: *near panic with fear* “Please don’t beat this girl”
[06:04] Marli squats beside the slave girl , Marli didnt speak , she moves the girl closer to the wooden post , she pushed her up in an upright position…..she silently bound the girl to the whipping post
[06:06] Foxie Love: girl who is this Eris that i was told OWNS you
[06:07] ClaireSummer: araid to speak
[06:07] ClaireSummer: afraid to speak “Mistress Eris, this girl has not seen her for a while, she got lost from her”
[06:07] Foxie Love: speak girl or yoru punishment will be wrose
[06:07] Marli made sure the girl was securely fastened to the whipping post and then unsheathed her whip “She is owned ?” Marli growls , she looks at her daughter
[06:08] Foxie Love: are you a runaway girl
[06:08] ClaireSummer: yes Mistress
[06:08] Foxie Love: aye mother
[06:08] Foxie Love: a Hunteress from her tribe came up to me
[06:10] Foxie Love rips the girls cloths off
[06:10] Foxie Love: why are you a runaway girl
[06:11] Marli sneers at the slave , Marli showing her teeth “beat her hard ……she attacked a free ….she also ran away”
[06:12] ClaireSummer: *bites her lip awaiting the inevitable blows, looking at both Mistresses for any hint of mercy*
[06:12] Foxie Love: answer my Mother why are you a runaway
[06:13] Marli inspected her whip , her patience was low that day
[06:13] ClaireSummer: “This girl wanted to attack the free to avenge her slavery”
[06:14] Foxie Love: do you realise attacking the free is death dont you girl
[06:14] ClaireSummer: “Yes Mistress”
[06:14] Foxie Love: maybe we should sale he rback to her Mistress
[06:15] Foxie Love lets her mom continue the beating
[06:16] Foxie Love: tell me girl is death worth being free again
[06:16] ClaireSummer: “this girls only regret is that she was not able to take others with her”
[06:17] ClaireSummer: “but this girl does not wish to die”
[06:17] Foxie Love: you have the fighting spirit in you for revenge
[06:17] Foxie Love: but you attacked the wrong Hunteress today
[06:17] Marli removes the ropes from the girl , she grins as she inpsects the naked body
[06:18] Marli has her whip caress the young girls flesh
[06:18] ClaireSummer: *grits her teeth, knowing the beating is about to commence*
[06:19] Foxie Love: with each hit of the whip you will thank my Mother for not killing you
[06:19] ClaireSummer: “Yes Msitress”
[06:20] Marli lifts the whip behind her head , then Marli releases the whip in a blinding flash, striking hard at the girls defenceless body
[06:20] ClaireSummer: *yelps loudly in pain as it strikes her xposed flesh* “Thank you Mistress for not killing me”
[06:22] Marli growls as she strikes down at the girl a second time
[06:22] ClaireSummer: *feels the whip rip her flesh* “thank you MIstres”
[06:24] Marli dangles the whip between the girls exposed breasts , then waits a moment to bring it to the girls lips “Kiss my whip ” she commands sternly
[06:24] ClaireSummer: *nervously kisses the whip*
[06:25] Marli nods slowly , her lips curling into a thin smile “good girl”
[06:25] Foxie Love: mom i say we keep the girl and make her serve paga to out tribe
[06:26] Marli: “yes i agree , we need a new paga slut ” she motions to her daughter “untie her and instruct her ”
[06:27] Foxie Love untie the girls arms and legs for the stock post helps the girl to her knees knowing she much be weak from the beating
[06:27] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη suddenly she finds herself ina hidden panther camp as she walks a bit closer covering her nudity with her hands “ehm .. i got lost .. i am on the way to sardar
[06:27] Marli walks up to the naked girl in her camp and lifts an eyebrow “Greetings slave ……you here to serve us too ?”
[06:27] Foxie Love: come girl
[06:27] ClaireSummer: Yes Mistress
[06:28] Foxie Love: this is mine, I mean our paga stock here
[06:28] ClaireSummer: *looks at teh paga stock*
[06:28] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη grunts hearing what the panther says “no i am a sa nahele panther
[06:28] Foxie Love: you will serve me every morning my fill of paga and every time i wish for a drink
[06:28] ClaireSummer: Yes Mistress
[06:29] Foxie Love: if you do well you will be my Paga girl and i will reward
[06:29] ClaireSummer: Yes Mistress
[06:29] Marli: “this is not Sardar !” she looks sternly at the prospective new slave
[06:29] ClaireSummer: This girl will serve well
[06:30] Foxie Love: serve me not girl
[06:30] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: yes thank you i see it myself but went lost in the jungle here
[06:30] Foxie Love: a large flask with cold paga
[06:30] ClaireSummer: Yes Mistress
[06:30] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: i was looking for a way out as i came here
[06:31] Marli points to the ground “kneel in the presence of the free girl, even in Sardar they know this ”
[06:31] ClaireSummer: *rising this girl reaches for a flash, running it against her breast to ensure there are no sharp edges*
[06:31] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη grunts “i am not a slave i am a sa nahele panther
[06:31] ClaireSummer: *filling the flash carefully with paga, this girl turns toward her Mistress*
[06:31] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: show me please the way out so i can go back home
[06:32] Foxie Love: i would Kneel girl as my mom said
[06:32] Foxie Love: your in no position to argue being naked
[06:32] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: i am not a slave !! .. i wasn´t looking to come in your camp
[06:32] ClaireSummer: *kissing the bottom of the flask before offering it to the Mistress* “this girl offers you paga Mistress if it pleases you”
[06:33] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: i simply lost the orientment
[06:33] Foxie Love takes the flask filled with Paga and drinks it
[06:33] Foxie Love: mmmm good girl
[06:33] ClaireSummer: “thank you Mistress”
[06:33] Foxie Love: now it is not better to serve me than to shot me
[06:34] ClaireSummer: yes Mistress
[06:34] Foxie Love: girl if you do not kneel i will force you to kneel with my spear here
[06:34] Foxie Love: you are in our camp
[06:34] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: i was captured in argentum and got to escape “grunts again” that´s why i am naked
[06:35] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: i was hunting around for food as i was attacked suddenly and captured
[06:35] Marli steps closer to susan and flicks her left xxx “you are naked and vulnerble ….unless you challenge me in a dual you will kneel ” Marli grinned “Or kneel and join this other slave we have caught in our swamps ”
[06:37] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: ouuuuwwww !!! “screams for the pain she feels because of the flick as she covers now betetr her nudity .. she would insult you angryly but suppose it´s better she doesn´t .. she has even no a clue how to run back the jungle
[06:37] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: challenge you ? .. for what ? .. to get your place as en ?
[06:38] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: i just want to know the right direction to sardar that´s all
[06:40] Marli laughs loudly “challenge me with your bare hands ? I will slit your throat ” then Marli narrows her eyes “Sardar ? are you a Sa Nahele ? one of Lessiens girls ?”
[06:41] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη nods “yes i am a sa nahele less is my en
[06:42] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: so .. want you help me out of here ?
[06:43] Marli inpsects her fingernails “…..suppose you are a Sa nahele spy ? its possible ……what normally happens to spies do you think?” Marli ‘s voice was cold ” There are only two ways out of this swamp ……collared ….or wearing a Luna feather …..so what will it be ?”
[06:43] Foxie Love: knee as my mom said
[06:44] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη shakes her head listening you and smirks “wearing a feather i suppose sounds much better
[06:44] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: hey calm down i have no weapons and i am not a spy
[06:44] Foxie Love: Kneel i dotn care
[06:44] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη says gazing foxie
[06:44] Foxie Love: you will kneel
[06:44] Marli unsheaths her bow “you dont sound very convincing somehow …….i guess it will be kneeling for you”
[06:44] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη slowly she kneels down to avoid worse
[06:45] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: it´s better now ?
[06:45] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: would you sheath your weapon ?
[06:45] Marli nods “much better”
[06:46] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: i am not looking for troubles .. i just want go back home
[06:47] Marli: “my daughter needs a paga , if you serve her well , then maybe we let you go”
[06:47] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: i don´t know .. i never served
[06:48] Foxie Love: well you will learn
[06:48] Foxie Love: paga stock is behind me girl
[06:49] Foxie Love: so you will go over there and serve me
[06:49] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη grunts “i am a panther .. have no clue how to serve ok ? .. though i would do it too to get out of here
[06:49] Foxie Love: me points tht eh stock again
[06:50] Foxie Love: serve and we will see about releasing you
[06:51] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη shakes her head abut the stupidity and stubbornly wise of those panthers as she stands up heading to where you show her
[06:51] Marli points at the servery with her bow “move ”
[06:52] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη takes a bowl and then she walks to where she suppose it´s paga and fills the bowl
[06:53] Foxie Love watch the girl
[06:53] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη then walks back and kneels .. much more to cover herself better while she lifts her both hands offering you the paga
[06:54] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: here you have your paga .. now please show me the way out of this jungle
[06:54] Marli watches her daughter , Marli wonders if she had been satisfied
[06:54] Foxie Love takes the bowl of Paga and drinnks up
[06:54] Foxie Love: mom we will keep her -giggles
[06:55] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη lifts an eyebrow
[06:55] Foxie Love : well you just showed us your a slave girl by serving me lol
[06:55] Foxie Love: so now your fate is sealed
[06:56] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: forget it .. show me the way out now
[06:56] Foxie Love: what you think mom
[06:57] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: come damn .. i went lost while trying to go to sardar
[06:57] Marli smirks “I think we take her back to her tribe and tell them she makes a lovely girl”
[06:57] Foxie Love: can we collar her first -giggles
[06:57] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη grunts standing up running then down out of the camp
[06:57] Marli snickers “yes , she deserves a collar”
[06:59] Foxie Love binds her legs with some rope, tyring them in a tight gorean knot
[07:00] Foxie Love taking more rope i fasten a knot around your in a double gorean knot
[07:00] Marli laughs “now we collar her for sure , i have a nice Luna collar the blacksmith in Gimli made ”
[07:00] Foxie Love last i fasten a collar and leash around yoru neck
[07:01] Foxie Love: silly girl ran
[07:01] Foxie Love: maybe shoul dfeed her to the spirder people for running
[07:02] Foxie Love: wake up girl
[07:02] Foxie Love slaps her ass
[07:02] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: ouuch !! “moans loud opening her eyes
[07:03] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη try to figure out where she is as she feels binded
[07:03] Foxie Love: now girl my Mom said she was going to return you home yet you ran
[07:04] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: yes .. in humiliation “grunts back trying to think straight
[07:04] Marli: “the spiders havent had a good meal for ages , they would feast on a run away ” she chuckles “….better to return in humiliation than not at all”
[07:04] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: damn let me go what do you want from me ??!!
[07:05] Foxie Love: we will when we collar you and release you to your elders
[07:05] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: no please
[07:05] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: why are you doing this ? .. is your life so boring ?
[07:05] Foxie Love: are you in position to say no girl
[07:06] Marli: its done ….collar her and return her in disgrace to her elders
[07:06] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: noo !!!
[07:06] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: damn let me go !!
[07:07] Foxie Love hands the rope to mom
[07:07] Foxie Love(slave.foxclaw): ((i need to go mom i will be back
[07:09] Marli takes the leash and drags susan towards the trade post
[07:10] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: no wait !!
[07:10] Marli: mhm?
[07:10] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: cut the ropes and let me go please
[07:13] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: damn .. what do you want to let me go ?
[07:13] Marli: I am letting you go …..soon
[07:13] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: cut free my ankles at least that lease
[07:15] Marli removes a collar from the rusty hook and show it to susan “once this is around your neck, you may leave ”
[07:15] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: no please don´t do that
[07:16] Marli squats besides the young panther and slips the collar around the neck, she turns the small key to click it shut and then places the key in her own boot
[07:16] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη then gazes closer the collar
[07:18] Marli slaps susans cheek hard “You tell Lessien that her panthers will be collared in the swamps and not returned next time ….this is a warning ”
[07:18] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη grunts “so happy now ? .. then let me leave
[07:18] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: ouch !!!!!!! “growls feeling slapped
[07:18] Marli slips out her knive and cuts the binds around susans feet
[07:19] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: be well “grunts standing up brushing her wrists before she runs out
[07:19] Marli points to the exits “use the zip or the paths ”
[07:20] ﾚαđץ ڪ υڪαη: the zip
[07:20] Marli: run girl
[07:20] ArrowS2 Blood [by LR] Gen 3.00: Direct Hit on Susy Steerpike
Hehe…..sorry Susy I couldn’t resist shooting an arrow at your swaying ass…<3
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