tur tur tur
degradation striped//ankle chained
** Panther Claw Lair, C-C**
==is kneeling on the tawny larl furs in front of the Branding Tree, ready to serve==
and says to ALL:
flowing to a kneel by the fires, on the serving furs, he looked about, well rested after his long night, he finally stirred and was able to find his way out of Her tent to the serving furs, deep dark eyes looking about, seeing no One here, he decided to post a chore...or at least try..lol
degradation striped//ankle chained
** Panther Claw Lair, C-C**
==is near the central Fire Pit where branding/cauterizing irons and water are always heating==
and says to ALL:
rising from the furs, he walked over to the fire pit, seeing it getting low, he opened the box of wood, peeking inside, realized that is was quite empty, so he pulled out the remaining 4 logs, tossing them on the fire, he then shut the door of the box and turned to go find more wood, his skin was dry and tan, feeling the heat of the sun, he smiled as he looked about, realizing he but one more day or at the most 2 to prove himself worthy of Ones collar, he set about looking for more fire wood, raking his long slender fingers through his long dark hair, feeling the degradation stripe, gulping, still not used to the loss of hair, he winced visibly, then looked around hoping no one would see.
degradation striped//ankle chained
** Panther Claw Lair, C-C**
==is in the Forest near the Lair, in an area mazed with traps, and guarded by hidden Panther Guards and trained sleen==
and says to ALL:
he slowly made his way out to the inner forest, being careful not to step on anything that might hurt his feet, the soles of which were still used to wearing boots, not going barefoot, the chains around his ankles making it hard for him to walk too fast, he felt all stymied by the heavy chain, yet knew that one day if he could earn the trust of One he could be free of this and his hair would eventually grow back but for now he had to focus on doing what he couild to earn a collar and one thing had been to post a chore on the Boards, as they don't like lazy slaves....reaching the forest finally, he found several large pieces of wood he could carry on his long strong arms, he was 6'5" and was very strong......and yet last night he had felt so small under the ravaging lust of the the Mistress he had served......smiling to himself he lifted the logs one by one from the ground and turned to go back to the Lair
degradation striped//ankle chained
** Panther Claw Lair, C-C**
==is near the central Fire Pit where branding/cauterizing irons and water are always heating==
and says to ALL:
walking back towards the Fire Pit he could hear noises from some of the huts and wondered what was going on, thinking of how the Panthers must enjoy their property much like Free Men did....like tur had only a few nights ago, making them writhe under Him while they cried out His name.......only now it was he calling out Her name as She took him like the beast he had become, so suddenly, so passionately, he felt so small all of a sudden, and exposed, as if every Panther would be able to tell just by looking at him now that things had changed,......he shivered and opened the wood box.....dumping the wood inside,.....then closing the lid, he slipped back to the furs
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