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Thread: Slave tracker (Foxy Lady and Lowblow Emma)

Martha was purring as Marcel nibbled at her neck. He stopped and placed a finger to her lips when he heard footsteps approaching. The first knock came, two sharp raps. Then the handle was rattled twice, followed the sound of a palm slapping the door. Marcel moved to one side of the door and nodded to Martha, who carefully opened it just wide enough for a slave to slip in. He was alone. What went wrong? He spun round at the sound of Marcels voice behind him. No good, he shrugged, shed gone. Gone? Marcel demanded, Gone where? Were not sure. We sent to her lodgings, straight away, just like you told us, but neither of them was there. The landlady told us hed gone off and shed followed him. We scouted around, but couldnt pick up her trail. She was seen around some back alleys, but no one saw where she was heading. Whats this about? Martha was curious to know what Marcel had planned. I wanted to use her to lead Hunter here, Marcel explained. I never expected her to be wandering around town when shes been beaten up. Do you want us to wait for her to come back? the slave asked. No. Marcels mind was on an alternative plan. Not know the landlady knows someone was looking for them. Theyll be on their guard now. The slave had barely gone before the couple heard more footsteps. They stopped at the door and the same signal was given. This time Marcel opened the door to find another slave glancing over his shoulder. He reached out and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind him. Tell me, Marcel ordered sharply. Theyve got the ostler, was the equally short reply. How? He was holding a meeting at the old warehouse. They caught Hunter prying. He was dressed as a woman. The slaves laugh was wiped off his face by Marcels scowl. Anyway, they caught him and were bringing him here, but he got away. He got away? How many were there with him? Three, but that girl helped him. You mean Alice? Martha interrupted. Marcel could not believe what he was hearing. Are you seriously telling me that Hunter got away from three guards with the aid of a slip of a girl? The slave nodded. And what happened to the ostler? Hunter knocked him out and has carted him to the lockout. Marcel dismissed the slave and stomped around the room, cursing and kicking at the few bits of furniture. That little bitch is a menace, Martha growled. Ill cut her fucking tits off when I get my hands on her.
Thread: Slave tracker (Foxy Lady and Lowblow Emma)

With the ostler securely chained and locked in a cage, Hunter set a fast pace back to his lodgings with Alice struggling to keep up. What will happen to me? she asked breathlessly. Hunter did not bother to turn towards her. Dont worry, you wont be punished for interfering. You meant well. I dont mean about that, I mean afterwards, when youve put down the rebellion. What will happen to me then? she persisted. Hunter laughed and stopped. Its not my job to put down the rebellion. In any case, I couldnt do it on my own. My job is to capture Marcel and return him to his owner. Thats all Im being paid for. He began to walk away, but Alice grabbed his arm. So what will happen to me when youve captured Marcel? Hunter shrugged. Who knows? Thats a matter for your owner, but you cant stay with her, thats for sure, youd never be safe there again. So Ill be sold. Alice was thoughtful. Hunter nodded. Would you buy me? she asked quietly. Hunter shook his head. What use have I for a slave? Besides, slaves are expensive and I couldnt afford to keep you. For a while Alice followed him in silence. Then she began to question him again. What are we going to do next? Im going back to the mansion to question the supervisor. Ive sent a messenger ahead to have him held. You can come if you want, but dont get in the way. And, he added, stay close to me so that you keep safe. Now keep quiet I need to think. An hour later they were back at the mansion. Private guards were stationed at the gates and by every door. They recognised Hunter and allowed him to pass to the yard, where he found the overseer standing beside the supervisor who was tied by the wrists and ankles between two posts. At his feet lay a whip, a reminder if he needed one of the punishment that could be inflicted on him. As soon as she saw him, Alice rushed past Hunter and spat in the supervisors face. Taking a step back, she let her small foot fly at his balls, catching him dead centre. As she screamed in pain, she grabbed the whip and lashed him across his chest, the thin leather cutting into his flesh. Hunter stepped forward and picked her up by the waist. Put me down, she screamed. Let me get at the bastard. Hunter twisted the whip from her hand and tossed her effortlessly in the direction of the overseer who held her by her arms. Tell me what you know, he told the supervisor quietly, or Ill let her loose.
Thread: Slave tracker (Foxy Lady and Lowblow Emma)

As he hung from the ropes that bound his wrist with his balls aching and his chest stinging from the cut of the whip, the supervisor cursed himself for getting into this position. He had held a position of relative privilege among his fellow slaves, until he had allowed himself to be talked in helping that trouble maker, Marcel, to escape. As a result he had been set to manual work replacing Marcel until such time as he was captured. Then he had got carried away punishing that bitch, Alice, but she was now back and helping that bastard Hunter, who was threatening to let her loose on him. He didnt know what to do. If he told Hunter what he wanted, hed be dead within the day at the hands of his fellow slaves. If he didnt, Alice would cut him to pieces. The slaves standing around fell silent as they waited for his answer, each one understanding the internal argument that was taking place in his head. Eventually, he looked pleadingly at Hunter and shook his head. He would take his chances with Alice rather than lose his life. Hunter shrugged and stepped back. Alice came slowly forward until she was inches away. Standing on her toes to bring her head height to the supervisor, she spat in his face, her spittle landing like a tear drop on his cheek before sliding through his stubble towards his chin. Then she launched herself in a flurry of fists and feet, knees and nails, teeth and claws. Scratching, biting, hitting, kicking, pounding his head, his chest, his back, his feet and legs but always staying clear of his groin. Some slaves slipped away, not wanting to witness the humiliation he was enduring with only an occasional cry. Others drew closer, fascinated by the spectacle of a supervisor being punished. The cook grew flushed and excited at the pain being inflicted. Eventually Alice withdrew, her chest heaving as she fought for breath, her eyes blazing with the excitement of the revenge she was extracting. She backed away, always keeping her eyes fixed on the body that now hung limp. Hunter stepped forward and lifted the supervisors chin. He was barely conscious, but aware of what was happening and aware of Alice who was now standing several yards away. Hunter raised an eyebrow, but the supervisor shook his head. Hunter stepped away and Alice advanced, steadily gathering speed, her eyes fixed on his groin.
Thread: Slave tracker (Foxy Lady and Lowblow Emma)

Stop her. Everyone froze and turned to the cook, except for Alice and Hunter. She did not break her stride, but Hunter intercepted her in a few quick steps and lifted her off her feet, sustaining an elbow in his eye and a kick to his shins. He tossed her aside and the overseer sat on her. Tell me, Hunter told the cook. She glared round at the fellow slaves and pointed at the broken and sagging body of the supervisor that hung from his restraints. Hes a bastard, she told them, but hes one of us and he doesnt deserve to be destroyed. No one contradicted her. They knew she was right and that the supervisor had taken more punishment than any of them could have endured. She turned her attention to the overseer. Cut him down and Ill tend to him. He released Alice and summoned some farm hands to help release the supervisor and carry him away, while the cook told Hunter where he could find Marcel. Immediately he set off at top speed towards the town with Alice scurrying after him. An hour later, the militia burst into the hut and found Marcel and Martha asleep. Marcel was resigned to his capture and fate, but Martha had plenty to say as she was dragged away. She spat towards Alice who was hovering in the background, but spared her venom for Hunter. Not man enough to take him on your own, are you, Hunter? No wonder youve been seen running around the back streets in a dress. Look at Marcel, thats what a real man looks like. Youre pathetic. Why dont you run off and let Manuel fuck you again. He said you had a nice tight ass, just the way he likes them. Hunter ignored her, just watching the militia as they escorted their prisoners to the lockup. What will happen to them? Alice asked when they were alone. Theyll be sold, he told her, separately and a long way from here. No owner will trust them. Theyll be bought for rough work and kept chained. They wont survive long. And the rebellion, what about that? Alice persisted. With the leaders captured, that will fizzle out. And what will you do now? Im going to collect my fee from your mistress and find out what she plans to do with you. Alice followed Hunter back to the mansion, keeping a respectful step or two behind him as befitted a slave. She was wrong, she called to Hunter as they entered the drive. Really? he asked. You are a real man, man enough for me. Hunter ignored her and entered the mansion. Alice, reluctant to use the front door, sat on the step and waited for him to emerge. When he finally appeared, he beckoned to her to follow him. She trotted faithfully behind him for a while before asking the inevitable question. Where are we going? Home, Hunter told her over his shoulder. Hunter stopped and turned to her. Its your my home too now he told her. Your mistress, your former mistress, says youre worthless now. Shes given you to me as part of my fee. Alice smiled and followed in silence for a while. And what will you do with me? she finally asked. I dont know yet. Ive a personal score to settle first, with Manuel, then Ill decide whether to keep you or sell you off.
Thread: Slave tracker (Foxy Lady and Lowblow Emma)

Alices former mistress slipped down the side street and into the small Inn, where she made straight for the room that was always kept for her personal use. Ten minutes later, she was purring as Manuel kissed her neck while his hands fumbled up her skirts and over her ass. Tell me that you did to Hunter, she whispered. Ill do betta than that, Manuel growled and pushed her face down onto the bed. She screamed as his cock pegged her ass. Half an hour later, he lay on his back with his chest heaving as he recovered from his exertions. His lover ran her fingers round his nipples and nibbled at his ear. Did he scream like I did, did he cry out when you fucked his ass with your huge cock? Sure, Manuel lied, he cried like a virgin on her weddin night. I wish I could have seen it, she replied as she ducked her head to suck her lover hard again. Half an hour later, with his cum running down her chin, she spoke again. You know hes coming after you. Now hes tracked down Marcel, hes got nothing else to do. He knows hell always be a laughing stock until he taken you. Manuel grabbed her hair and pulled her face to his. What ya mean, until hes taken me. He didnt have a chance last time and he wont next time either. His lover struggled free, losing a chunk of hair in the process. Like it rough, dont ya he grinned. She smiled as he pinned her on her back and climbed between her thighs.
Thread: The Protection(sub-zero~&~yukiotakahashi)

Raised in a human orphanage, Verik came to be teased for his pointed ears, and purplish skin. It didn't help that his eyes were red either, but what could he do. He spent years in that place, wishing someone would take him away. But instead time dragged on until his thirteenth birthday, when he came into his powers. He would get random headaches, or dizzy spells, and than something bad would happen. He caused explosions, fires, and even flooded the Orphanage's basement. The worst incident was when he hurt someone. Like every other day the kids piced on him, but a pair of new kids, one male one female, arrived at the orphanage. The male made them stop, while the girl went to help him after one of the older boys hurled a rock that had struck Verik in his eye. Whn the girl helped him stand he started laughing as if mad, and his eyes began blazing with red light, the boy turned to see what was happening, and at that moment their eyes met and one of his eyes suddenly burst from its socket in a fountain of gore. Verik was removed from the orphanage and was taken to a tower devoted to taking in youths gifted with magic that they might learn to control their power. Although this place had dreams for him, to fall into the hands of a ruling court and become a weapon against their opposers. Verik trained hard until the day he was to be handed over to the court that had chosen him, but on the way to the ceremony his guard was attacked by an assassin of the english court. One of the guards had managed to open a secret passage for him to escape. Now on his own, Verik would have the freedom to be himself, instead of someone's punching bag or puppet. He had learned alot from the Tower of Magi, and the most important was that he was not human, but in fact a member of the Fae. Which he planned on finding, seeing as they were believed to be nothing more than stories. He was grabbed by members of the guard as he popped up in the garden, and told that safe passage had been arranged and that his escort was waiting in the front courtyard. As the pair came into view he felt a sense of deja vu at a malefemale pairing coming to his aid. But it wasn't until he saw their shocked expressions, and his eye lined up with the covered eye of the male warrior began to burn as if he'd fallen on a burning stick, that he realized it was the same pair.
Thread: The Protection(sub-zero~&~yukiotakahashi)

YukioTakahashi said Raised in a human orphanage, Verik came to be teased for his pointed ears, and purplish skin. It didn't help that his eyes were red either, but what could he do. He spent years in that place, wishing someone would take him away. But instead time dragged on until his thirteenth birthday, when he came into his powers. He would get random headaches, or dizzy spells, and than something bad would happen. He caused explosions, fires, and even flooded the Orphanage's basement. The worst incident was when he hurt someone. Like every other day the kids piced on him, but a pair of new kids, one male one female, arrived at the orphanage. The male made them stop, while the girl went to help him after one of the older boys hurled a rock that had struck Verik in his eye. Whn the girl helped him stand he started laughing as if mad, and his eyes began blazing with red light, the boy turned to see what was happening, and at that moment their eyes met and one of his eyes suddenly burst from its socket in a fountain of gore. Verik was removed from the orphanage and was taken to a tower devoted to taking in youths gifted with magic that they might learn to control their power. Although this place had dreams for him, to fall into the hands of a ruling court and become a weapon against their opposers. Verik trained hard until the day he was to be handed over to the court that had chosen him, but on the way to the ceremony his guard was attacked by an assassin of the english court. One of the guards had managed to open a secret passage for him to escape. Now on his own, Verik would have the freedom to be himself, instead of someone's punching bag or puppet. He had learned alot from the Tower of Magi, and the most important was that he was not human, but in fact a member of the Fae. Which he planned on finding, seeing as they were believed to be nothing more than stories. He was grabbed by members of the guard as he popped up in the garden, and told that safe passage had been arranged and that his escort was waiting in the front courtyard. As the pair came into view he felt a sense of deja vu at a malefemale pairing coming to his aid. But it wasn't until he saw their shocked expressions, and his eye lined up with the covered eye of the male warrior began to burn as if he'd fallen on a burning stick, that he realized it was the same pair. Click to expand...
Thread: The Protection(sub-zero~&~yukiotakahashi)

Well isn't this a surprise? aurora stated walking up to the elf. Warren stood where he was refusing to look at him. He never would have agreed to the job if he knew who he was protecting. Aurora saw her brothers reaction. Don't mind him he is still angry with you for taking his eye. She stated smiling. She missed the kid. He still looked the same as he did back then as the siblings had grown to adult hood. So tell me how have you been? She asked. Before she got her answer she was informed that they must leave if they plan to catch the boat. Aurora winked at him your in good hands dear one, I have been trained in the art of assassins as my brother was trained in the art of knighthood aurora let out as she turned on her heals. Warren said nothing only turned to his horse and mounted quickly. Once mounted can he ride? He asked the guard next to verik. Stop being so rude warren! His sister stated sternly mounting her horse as well. You can ride with me unless you know how to ride a horse she turned to verik with kind eyes. Although Aurora was cunning and a killer she had a soft spot for verik. Knowing full well what he is,she still remembered him at give orphanage.
Thread: The Protection(sub-zero~&~yukiotakahashi)

Verik mounted the horse quietly with assistance from Aurora. Absent mindedly rubbing the scar just under his left eye, remembering the day so long ago when his powers had hurt someone, causing him to be taken to the Tower in the first place. He had never ridden a horse before, but he found he quiet enjoyed the sensation of the wind streaming his pale lavender colored hair behind him. They were riding towards the east as far as he could tell, which he found strange. According to the books in the tower nothinglay to the East, but the labrynth like forests said to be plagued with demons. Verik made amental note to ask where they were going when they stopped to make camp. As they rode he went overthe principles of magic in his head, occasionally even going over spells for attack, defense, and survival. He felt a chill at the base of his spine when he looked up to see a platoon of soldiers coming down a hill towards them. The standard depicted announcing they were french. Warren and Aurora exchanged shouted words, that seemed muffled as if hisears were full of cotton. Before he knew what he was doing, his left arm uncoiled from Aurora's waist striking out at the air with his palm facing the advancing platoon. Out of nowhere a large creature shaped like a ball with bat-like wings appeared and the soldiers mouns and all froze in place as if time had stopped. Go! He shouted at them, the spell that broughtit here is temporary, but it petrifies all that looks upon it. He said tucking his arm back around Aurora's waist as they spurred their steeds into action.
Thread: The Protection(sub-zero~&~yukiotakahashi)

As both horses pressed onward hard warren unsheathed his large broad sword. I shall have my fun go on ahead aurora! He shouted to them. She looked back at her brother fearing he'd fall ill with madness, if he wasn't already there. As verik's spell wore off, warren laughed. He lived for the thrill of slaughter. That's why many feared him and never wanted to cross him. Warren rode fast and hard swinging his blade. As blood and limbs flew about the ground,he could feel him self be watched. For some reason this feeling boiled his blood. He knew it had to be the elf. His teeth ground together in an attempt to keep his rage in tact. After all of the French courts men were dead, warren dug his heal in his horse's flanks. The beast reared up and begun for gallop. He leaned into the horsestriker run as the wind was all he said. That was all the creature needed to go as fast as it's legs would allow. In no time he had caught up with his sister. We shall make camp right before the forest,at first light we shall bead through it's not save at night. He told his sister as he rode ahead of her so he would not see verik. Fast as night grows near! He yelled knowing these parts were not save for travelers. Striker and warren raced ahead forcing aurora into a fast pace.hold on verik!!! She commanded as her horse took off after warren like a bullet.
Thread: The Protection(sub-zero~&~yukiotakahashi)

Verik struggled to hold on as they raced onward. Eventually they made it to a spot where they could stop to make camp, just as the sun was coming up over the mountains. Verik cast spells causing the earth to orm himself a tent of vines, stone, and wood. He also did one to raw water from the ground to fill everyones canteens. He sat down next to the fire warren demanded be made without magic, and sipped from a flask he kept in a hidden pocket of his cloak. It contained a brew used by the mages in the tower, to awaken hidden power and focus it, but also to drown fit out in large doses to achieve a small sense of being drunk as it turns out magic users have high metabolisms, and being he was an elf it barely worked as far as a human concoction went . He sat staring up at the moon warming his hands over the crackling flames. Aurora jumped when a tendril of bluish light whipped violently from the tree line into the ground near her, having smashed a snared rabbit to break its neck. Ha ha ha, sorry bout that bit of hunting magic, Verik said grabbing it and skinning it with one sharp tug. He gave the skin to aurora after tampring with it and affixed it to the rim of her armour as a soft padding against her throat. He whispered to her that it was also enchanted not to get hot, damp, and to mask the wearers scent for hunting. He made a spit and roasted the rabbit, pulling out a small pouch from under his cap and sprinkling a pinch of the herbs within to season the meat. By the time it was done they had a roasted rabbit the size of a pig with plenty of left over meat to salt and bury in the embers so it cures and dries. They went to sleep and rose at dawn. Eating stips from the salted meat, warren and aurora talked to eachoher about a job, and how they were going to get it done with everyone trying to either kill him or capture him. He was sure they were discussing him, and he didn't get it. Why did people want him dead... why did they want to use him more than even the Prime Magi Council. But supposedly their was a court that wanted to hide him, keep him from any extreme use of his power in anyway that would be recognized. He began working on tranlations from books he would pull from his sleeves, or from behind his back under the cloak. He had come to notice that when the christian religion spread, certain things were turned into demons from the local cultures myths. And the areas current stories of the demon woods, are really the childrens woods. Verik wondered if this meant other of his kind, as he was now thought to be well into his twenties, and yet still he looked 13, though research into the legends said elves could live for centuries, therefor he would still be a child regardless. He set about returning things as they were before they made cap and called that there tracks be scattered and he climbed up onto auroras horse and again they rode off into the east but thistime with an angle towards the south.