We take a look at the role of a she urt, homeless free girls – runaways, vagabonds, orphans, etc. …..so it reminded me of sleepovers when I was a kid…..I know I’m nuts ….lol…. I don’t know, like at that age when I was a young teen …we would just joke around….like i’d slap my best friends butt but I wouldnt feel up her shirt. ew. thats not how we would act! We would usually do each other’s nails talk about other girls and how they were s.l.u.t.t.y or we would listen to music and dance around wildly. sneak out….hey, kinda similar to panther life in SL gor…lol
Marli held her spear, she lowered it slowly as the stranger approached. She looked the stranger over, she would look good in a collar , Marli mused to herself . She had a collar , Marli had a spear. That was the difference between her and this other women, her blood was that of a panther girl ……….A She Urt is found wandering near the swamps of Lake Ias….
[09:46] Marli looks curiously at the woman “tal”
[09:46] avril tylman glances over towards the Huntress
[09:46] avril tylman: tal Huntress
[09:47] avril tylman: this is your home, Huntress?
[09:48] Marli notices the right exposed nipple , she frowns at that , then looks the woman straight in the face “Aye , these are the lands of the Luna caleeng and the Di jan tribes ”
[09:49] avril tylman attempts to cover up her exposed nipple with her ragged clothes, with no success, “i am hungry Huntress, is there food available nearby?”
[09:51] Marli folds her arms and heard the request , she then points at the bog behind the woman “you will find snakes and toads there to catch and eat , but…….avoid the red toads …they are poisonous”
[[09:53] avril tylman looks behind herself at the bog, then back to the huntress…”I am not a wild hunter, like so many around here, but rather a beggar, for I have no other skills”
[09:56] Marli lifted an eyebrow , Marli was an experienced huntress , she assumed catching something as small as a toad would be easy for this woman, she had noticed the lack of weapons , she could use her bare hands “beggar? then you should try the villages , panther forests are no place for wandering beggars”
[09:57] avril tylman assumes this panther is quite capable at catching wild animals…”perhaps you, Huntress, could catch something for me and cook it over a fire…then I would be happy to take it off your hands”
[09:59] Marli shakes her head “…..i get a reputation of being soft if i start catching wild animals for strangers ” she looked in her pouch for a bonta fruit and gave it to the woman
[10:01] avril tylman quickly grabs the fruit handout from the panther and stuffs it in her mouth, chewing on it messily as she speaks, “thank you huntress, this is good but not very filling”
[10:02] A flock of confused vulo shouts: moooooo! and flap their wings
[10:02] Tiger quietly slips up smiling beside the two women
[10:03] avril tylman glances at the other huntress as she chews on the fruit, a dribble running down her chin and dripping on the ground
[10:04] Tiger: Tal *smiles* watching the action in the field and smiling
[10:04] Marli nods at the panther , she chuckles as she watched the beggar eat the bonta fruit
[10:05] Martina smiles as finally caught her black wine … she followed all the time the mug carried by the girl orienting by strong aroma
[10:05] Soraya turning towards the Mistress Martina and moving her firm naked form in her direction, her hips rolling in a passionate rhythm, swaying in the soft breeze she creates, she smiles and kneels before her Mistress she is serving and parts her smooth thighs and arches her back. pausing for three loving beats as she whispers good wishes to this Mistress, raising it up to her tender lips, pressing soft butterfly kisses all around the rim, Soraya lifts the blackwine high above her head and lowers her deep blue eyes in submission. “Mistress this slave brings you hot blackwine in hopes you find the drink and this girl pleasing. Ohhh and to keep you alert to fend off the bad people who may want to capture little ole soraya.”
[10:05] avril tylman looks at the other panthers as she continues to chew, “surely someone here has some good food for my belly…other than toads”
[10:08] Argent Ansome: walks up carefully carring two mugs of wine .. her mistress
[10:08] Argent Ansome: walks over finds the soft grass and kneels
[10:08] Martina breathes again watching the girl lifting the mug and kissing the rim with devotion, she taps with her foot and she takes the mug from girl’s fingers slightly and carries the mug at her lips taking first tasteful sip, she feels all her veloms opening and her blood racing in blood vessels “well done lil one”
[10:09] Soraya grins at pleasing this Mistress and kneels close to her foot … her furry furry boot .
[10:10] Marli knew the di jan wouldnt allow hunting of large game on their lands , same as the Luna , though Marli would allow the woman to catch small prey as toads and small field urts
[10:10] Martina smiles and takes another sip of the black wine
[10:11] Martina continues to drink and caresses girl’s hair
[10:12] Argent Ansome: tal miss prettiest blond en
[10:12] Soraya leans into the Mistress’ hand she also catches her breath and has a chance to scritch the inside of her thigh where she finds a mosquito bite or something . Going nuts with it she scritches it hard making it redder and then stops herself .
[10:13] Soraya smiles embarassed hoping she did not disturb this serious discussion.
[10:14] avril tylman watches the silly slaves, thinking she’s much better off as a free beggar and thief…”perhaps one of your slaves can catch and cook some toads for me, huntress”
[10:15] Argent Ansome: scrunces her nose at the thoufght of cooking a toad .. or rather cooking at all .
[10:18] Soraya: ((hee hee black wine ? i thought you meant wine with opium””
[10:18] Argent Ansome: yes mistress i have a girl in mind to help the huntress .. looks at soraya
[10:19] Soraya slowly retreats back “ummm I will go see what is wrong with Mistress Tiger”
[10:19] Argent Ansome: girl go catch andd cook a frog for this hungry huntress …
[10:19] Argent Ansome: whispers shes a little slow
[10:19] A flock of LASY vulo shouts: ‘squawk’ feebly, and then resume their nap
[10:20] A flock of LASY vulo shouts: ‘squawk’ feebly, and then resume their nap
[10:21] avril tylman giggles at being called a huntress, but doesn’t attempt to correct the slave
[10:22] Marli gently caresses argents hair
[10:23] Argent Ansome: smiles sweetly at the wannten caress .. having always lover her fellow en
[10:23] avril tylman: “the slave’s bells are so pretty sounding….I wonder if they can be sold for coin”
[10:24] Argent Ansome: looks down at her bells ,, hopping to keep them
(noun; short for ‘she-urts of the wharves’) homeless free girls – runaways, vagabonds, orphans, etc. – who live near the canals in port cities, surviving by scavenging, begging, stealing, and sleeping with paga attendants; they sleep wherever they find space, and usually wear a brief tunic instead of Robes of Concealment
It takes a very special, flexible individual to want to take on this role at all. There will be times you will be looked down on. (Actually, this will happen, allot.) You are still 1000 times higher then a slave. You are legally a Free Woman. Do not forget that. In these pages I will also cover some of the Gorean Laws you will come across that pertain to you and your freedom. Yet always remember, too, that Gor is a Man’s World. What is done is by their will.
She Urts travel in Gangs. Remember this. They are territorial. Each gang taking a partion of Alleys. This does not mean there’s war with each gang, tho. She Urts compete for the choice prospects of food. The best paga taverns to pick through trash are desired. There’s no power struggles between two seperate groups. If one invades the other’s territory they simply chase the competiter away. Strays have no skills. No special lock-picking, thieving, fighting stealth skills. They are simply homeless Free Women surviving on the streets.
It should be noted that weapons, if the she-urt carried them at all would have been most likely a rusty dagger or a sling. They traveled in small packs, providing mutual protection and companionship for each other. They are territorial. Each gang, normally between 4 – 7 woman taking a portion of alleys and back streets. She-urts compete for the choice prospects of food and the best paga taverns to pick through trash are desired. There are no power struggles between two separate groups. If one invades the other’s territory, then the competitor is simply chased away. She-urts are strays having no special skills. They are simply homeless Free Woman.
Stealing is a dangerous occupation, particularly for the she-urt. She will not have the weapons or the skills to attack a Gorean male, so she will either have to team up with a man to do such…or more likely simply try to pick the pouch of an unwary passerby or steal some food where she can. A half eaten loaf of bread from a sleeping sailor or a tunic off a laundry line. A collar or worse awaits the she-urt every time she steals, so stealing smaller things carries a lesser risk.
Being without caste, the she-urt has to relay on the charity of the Free. Goreans do not generally favor begging, and some regard it as an insult that there should be such, an insult to them and their city. When charity is in order, as when a man cannot work or a woman is alone, usually such is arranged through the caste organization, but sometimes through the clan, which is not specifically caste oriented but depends on ties of blood through the fifth degree. If one, of course, finds oneself in effect without caste or clan, [their life] is likely to be miserable and not of great length.