A man is Tortured

(03:31:44 )
Personal combat is the ultimate test of my freedom.
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Dhal al Ghur
Captain of the Sea Kur
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[ Streets - Around the Port ]
-- On one of the streets that weave around the Port --

says to His Delicious Torment.||: again the darkness shrouded us as we moved through the streets of the Port like shadows in the night, moving swiftly and silently. The cloaks about our shoulders were black and hooded shrouding even our form rendering us indistinguishable in the shows and darkness of the streets. The pools of light that danced revealed glimpses of us as we hurried along heading back towards the Port and dock area

(03:38:22 )
His Delicious Torment.
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|| soraya ||
- Dhal's Property -
--Restricted--
-"The essence of Obedience.!"-

-First Girl-
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[ Streets - Around the Port ]
-- On one of the streets that weave around the Port --

says to Personal combat is the u: keeping close to You, her boots silent as they barely touched the ground, the black hooded cloak covering her red silks and sweeping the ground as she moved , her pale skin shimmered on occasion that they passed under lamplight eerily her face seemed to float as darkness melded with their cloaks, her small hand clutched the back of His cloak seemingly they moved as one entity thru the Port streets heading to the docks

(03:44:10 )
Personal combat is the ultimate test of my freedom.
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Dhal al Ghur
Captain of the Sea Kur
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[ Streets - Around the Port ]
-- On one of the streets that weave around the Port --

says to His Delicious Torment.||: The docks were beyond the lights shinning from the oil lamps along the road leading towards them past the warehouses and at points along the docks. A light mist had drifted in over the water as there was no wind and the night was still even some sounds were muted leaving a strangeness upon us as we moved into the guardhouse of the Port Barracks. The officer on duty was expecting me and hurried to the corridors but this time took us to another room where one of the men was waiting he was tied to a bench on his back. The room was dark and as we entered the stench of faeces and urine assaulted our senses. On closer inspection I could see that the man was wet and bloody, skin had been peeled from his arms and fingers were bloody pulps were the nails had been pulled. He groaned and turned to us and I saw that his face was bloody, his lips pulped from beating his eyes stark and wild as he stared at us stopping me where I stood but three feet from him

(03:54:48 )
His Delicious Torment.
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|| soraya ||
- Dhal's Property -
--Restricted--
-"The essence of Obedience.!"-

-First Girl-
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[ Streets - Around the Port ]
-- On one of the streets that weave around the Port --

says to Personal combat is the u: the night was shrouded in a mist , eerie ,soon we were back at the Port Barracks and silently following my Master in a chill ran over me ,entering a room my hand swiftly covered my mouth and nose , the smell instantly hitting us, deep midnight gems tried to adjust to the darkness of the room and then they fell upon the men tied to the bench, eyes sweeping over the bloody mess , it was evident what the smell was, exposed flesh and muscles on his arms , where his nails were once was now just a mangled mess of flesh , steading herself on her feet she found support against the wall , better that she stays out of the way as her Owner had things to attend to, the bosk milk she had drunken earlier threatening to make an appearance to add to the mess that already was all over the floor.

(04:02:27 )
Personal combat is the ultimate test of my freedom.
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Dhal al Ghur
Captain of the Sea Kur
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[ Streets - Around the Port ]
-- On one of the streets that weave around the Port --

says to His Delicious Torment.||: the officer in charge spoke curtly to the bloodied man "Tell the Captain what you told me" he said looming over the man. I stood there where I was and listened. the mumbled and the officer barked "speak louder" the man coughed and spoke "the m m men of the sands they wish to control the salt trade. all trade in and out of the Tahari and Tor. They wish to control the northern silk route. They heard that there was one from the Salt Ubars inner circle that did business here in the Port. It was them that sent us here." the officer spoke loudly "tell the Captain who it was that sent you?" the man moaned and said nothing until the officer slapped the man blood splattering with the sound of wet flesh being slapped "speak you dog" the mans head was jerked over at the slap his eyes pleading as he turned and looked over at me "it was the Aretai, the man said to be Tamuzh'e" I took a step back at his words it was if I was being slapped it could not be. I looked at the man, my eyes burning as the stench and confusion at these words.

(04:09:44 )
His Delicious Torment.
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|| soraya ||
- Dhal's Property -
--Restricted--
-"The essence of Obedience.!"-

-First Girl-
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[ Streets - Around the Port ]
-- On one of the streets that weave around the Port --

says to Personal combat is the u: The tension in the room was palpable , she feels the guards eyes upon her briefly no doubt wondering why I was there , hearing her Master speak to the wretch who was bound to the table , midnight gems found a spot upon the ground , the sound of a slap making her jump slightly, then she hers a name and looks to her Master as He stepped back in shock

(04:19:44 )
Personal combat is the ultimate test of my freedom.
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Dhal al Ghur
Captain of the Sea Kur
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[ Streets - Around the Port ]
-- On one of the streets that weave around the Port --

says to His Delicious Torment.||: "who is this man this Tamuzh'e that you speak of, did you see him?" the man closed his eyes and swallowed hard then whispered his words barely audible "I did once I was in his presence but I could not see his face he wore a sand scarf about his face and was dressed in the robes of those from the deserts" the man coughed with fresh blood splattering from his shattered lips. I turned to the officer "clean this man up I wish to speak to him when he is feeling better, see to his wounds I want him available in a few days get a healer in here to attend to him." with that I turned and left the room, a glance at the little beast over at the side leaning against the wall a look in her eyes told me that the little beauty was repulsed by the scene and stench. I need not have commanded her to heel he hurried from the room without prompting both of us sweeping out the guardroom and into the fresh air and the Port streets once more.

Port Weather - Click for Forecast

(04:29:05 )
His Delicious Torment.
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|| soraya ||
- Dhal's Property -
--Restricted--
-"The essence of Obedience.!"-

-First Girl-
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[ Streets - Around the Port ]
-- On one of the streets that weave around the Port --

says to Personal combat is the u: hearing her Master speak to the officer , relieved that the man would be helped and his wounds attended to , she pity's him not for coming to the Port as a spy or scout was a grave thing indeed but even an animal needs to be fixed if its hurt .Her Master signalled and she soon was heeling Him out and once they hit the fresh air she gasp a few deep breaths to clear her lungs and nostrils , small beads of sweat had settled across the bridge of her nose and she wiped them away , pushing back her hood for a moment her flaxen mane seemed to glitter under he lamplight , her pale skin seemingly translucent as she gathered her composure as she hurried to keep pace with her Master
(04:36:42 )
Personal combat is the ultimate test of my freedom.
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Dhal al Ghur
Captain of the Sea Kur
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[ Bluffs - Beach & Bluffs ]
-- A road leads up to the bluffs offering a magnificent view of the port and bay, grassy patches, rocky outcrops and wooded areas cover the bluffs as they lead up to the large villa with the port town and bay below. --

says to His Delicious Torment.||: I walked swiftly through the dark, the shadows shrouding my mood my mind tormented at the sound of my step brothers name. It could not be possible it could never be. I did not know the tortured man and he could not know of my youth or my past it was not possible and yet there was the name uttered and spilled from his lips. I shook my head as I walked in the darkness my feet carrying me somewhere, anywhere just walking while my mind ground through this new information like gears in a machine. Mechanical while my emotions were raw as I recalled what happened many many years ago, well it seemed like yesterday or was it not that far back. My mind was in turmoil and before I knew it I was back on the bluffs heading to the villa my refuge for now.

(04:41:44 )
His Delicious Torment.
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|| soraya ||
- Dhal's Property -
--Restricted--
-"The essence of Obedience.!"-

-First Girl-
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[ Streets - Around the Port ]
-- On one of the streets that weave around the Port --

says to Personal combat is the u: His silence was a sign to he that something was happening and she simply hurried her pace behind Him ,noting the path they are on is leading them to the bluffs and villa , the night air heavy now with the mist makes herr shiver under the cloak ,having been with Him thru many things , seeing things many have never witnessed , she would not want it any other way than to be with Him always regardless of where or when , He owned her totally and she was his constant lil shadow