Post by inkar on Feb 2, 2015 22:32:34 GMT
(02/02/15 13:28:53 ) ||His Devilishly Wicked Feline||
|| inkar ||
Property of Lychmyre
-The best part of waking up is a Hell Cat in your Cup-
Laura| PoD
- Within the city -
Inside or outside of Lychmyres personal cabin...closets stuffed full of fabric fish waiting to be stuffed and hidden around the town, medical herbs and concoctions on tables as girly touches are found here and there as His slave Sol does her best to keep up with the craziness that is Lych
says to ALL: - Inkar had woken up early, moving around the newly unfamiliar cabin. In high hopes she would be able to make him breakfast. Yeah that so didn’t work out how she planned. The items he had were not very well let us just say they didn’t smell all that ripe. Looking around the cabin, she knew she had to do something in order to bring home some food from the market. Moving towards a table she looked over a few things, a couple of notes and a small coin pouch. There was nothing major just a little list of some items he wanted and she could do that. Right? I mean it really couldn’t be that hard to go from here to the market and back. Picking up the coin pouch in her hand she knew she couldn’t touch the coins themselves so she would have to fish them out when she got where she needed to be and pull out the amount with her teeth. The stuff from the Post and Port Kar were to arrive in the next hand or so, giving her time to clean the cabin thoroughly and put things away.
Looking in the small mirror she scrunched up her nose to the reflection, the kirtle form yesterday looked well worn and messy. Slipping from its confines she pulled it off and tossed it with his clothes. Bending down she picked those up and placed them into a basket. House cleaning in the buff all except for the piercings and silver belly chain. She was quiet pleased with herself. Long copper flesh moved with ease along the floor boards. Sorta straightening as she went, dusting here and there with a rep cloth. She knew what was expected of her and getting his house in line was one of them. The Man traveled far too much, she should know he was with her more times than he was home. Thinking over that thought she blushed a little. She was one of the reasons that kept him away. She was always injured or perhaps a stop in as he passed through.. Good company to keep, to change battle of wits with. She was always testing him. Though up until two hands ago she had seen their relationship entirely different. Then things changed and well look where she is now.
Long slender digits reached up as she touched the collar about her neck, dancing over the cool steel. It was different to be in another’s collar. But she felt alive, no longer having to dance that line between and FW or slave, no longer having to really hold fast to the true meaning. Standing on the landing her mind flashed back over their conversation and all that he had spoke of. It was then she remembered him speaking of an FW. A gasp escaped her lips as she now would be faced with meeting this lady again. Their last encounter was well almost amusing for only one part of the equation. Inkar shook her head and laughed softly, the long dark tresses danced in a fit of unkempt feline mane. One step at a time going down the stairs, the kirtle no longer being an issue. She did however need to speak with her Master as to what he wished her to wear. She personally liked the leathers and he liked the kirtle so this was going to hopefully be open for discussion. She reached the bottom landing setting the basket down near the door she would take it out and begin to wash it on the porch. Though first she wanted to dust and clean the kitchen up. This morning’s breakfast had left it a bit off the scales of perfection.-
(02/02/15 14:05:46 ) ||His Devilishly Wicked Feline||
|| inkar ||
Property of Lychmyre
-The best part of waking up is a Hell Cat in your Cup-
Laura| PoD
- Within the city -
Inside or outside of Lychmyres personal cabin...closets stuffed full of fabric fish waiting to be stuffed and hidden around the town, medical herbs and concoctions on tables as girly touches are found here and there as His slave Sol does her best to keep up with the craziness that is Lych
says to ALL: - Ok screw this I couldn’t be the beautiful slave with the demure aspect or even the look of utter elegance. I was a fucking Paravaci princess with the attitude every person who didn’t like it could stuff it. Moving through the cabin, my zoom zoom speed on and my hair as wild as my attitude. I picked the black parts of what was to be edible up from the pan and called buttons into the room. Tossing it to him as he caught it and spit it back at me I laughed softly shaking my head. Yup that is what I thought too. With a shrug of my shoulders I picked the spit out burnt and threw it in the garbage before off with the pans. I cleaned those carefully before placing them back where they went sorta turning around hoping I hadn’t been dreaming. Maybe just maybe the cook from the Post would be lurking so I could at least have more food tossed at me like yesterday. No, I was alone with Buttons of all creatures the Giani I had been given good while back who now belong to Him, the Man, THE MANLY MAN.. The kitchen took no time at all really it just looked like a cyclone had hit it with a vengeance of pure malice. A tune danced through my mind as I shook my hips, my arms going off to the side to twirl me on the spot, then stop, feet down and I was back on the balls of my pads dancing along the sitting room dusting things here and there doing the funny little dance of “Baby trying on the stairs to do a Dirty little dance from Dirty dancing” Yeah that was me. Hell why not there was no one here and who was to say I couldn’t shake it like it was hot or something. Hips moved playfully, swaying with a rotation of slave flesh. I felt that fire once more, twirling upon the balls of me feet I stomped low to the right Before I sharply rolls my hips back then forward slowly.. My head shifted back and forth before into another twirl.. Feet gliding along the floor, stopping on a dime then back the other way. Laughing softly.. My fingers picking up a few things here and there dusting as I danced along the sitting room. Soon it was on to the broom. I would sweep, dance, and sweep again. I was having fun just listening to tunes in my head. Playing song after song as it popped in, different sounds I could imagine would sound better live but eh got to work with what you had.-
|| inkar ||
Property of Lychmyre
-The best part of waking up is a Hell Cat in your Cup-
Laura| PoD
- Within the city -
Inside or outside of Lychmyres personal cabin...closets stuffed full of fabric fish waiting to be stuffed and hidden around the town, medical herbs and concoctions on tables as girly touches are found here and there as His slave Sol does her best to keep up with the craziness that is Lych
says to ALL: - Inkar had woken up early, moving around the newly unfamiliar cabin. In high hopes she would be able to make him breakfast. Yeah that so didn’t work out how she planned. The items he had were not very well let us just say they didn’t smell all that ripe. Looking around the cabin, she knew she had to do something in order to bring home some food from the market. Moving towards a table she looked over a few things, a couple of notes and a small coin pouch. There was nothing major just a little list of some items he wanted and she could do that. Right? I mean it really couldn’t be that hard to go from here to the market and back. Picking up the coin pouch in her hand she knew she couldn’t touch the coins themselves so she would have to fish them out when she got where she needed to be and pull out the amount with her teeth. The stuff from the Post and Port Kar were to arrive in the next hand or so, giving her time to clean the cabin thoroughly and put things away.
Looking in the small mirror she scrunched up her nose to the reflection, the kirtle form yesterday looked well worn and messy. Slipping from its confines she pulled it off and tossed it with his clothes. Bending down she picked those up and placed them into a basket. House cleaning in the buff all except for the piercings and silver belly chain. She was quiet pleased with herself. Long copper flesh moved with ease along the floor boards. Sorta straightening as she went, dusting here and there with a rep cloth. She knew what was expected of her and getting his house in line was one of them. The Man traveled far too much, she should know he was with her more times than he was home. Thinking over that thought she blushed a little. She was one of the reasons that kept him away. She was always injured or perhaps a stop in as he passed through.. Good company to keep, to change battle of wits with. She was always testing him. Though up until two hands ago she had seen their relationship entirely different. Then things changed and well look where she is now.
Long slender digits reached up as she touched the collar about her neck, dancing over the cool steel. It was different to be in another’s collar. But she felt alive, no longer having to dance that line between and FW or slave, no longer having to really hold fast to the true meaning. Standing on the landing her mind flashed back over their conversation and all that he had spoke of. It was then she remembered him speaking of an FW. A gasp escaped her lips as she now would be faced with meeting this lady again. Their last encounter was well almost amusing for only one part of the equation. Inkar shook her head and laughed softly, the long dark tresses danced in a fit of unkempt feline mane. One step at a time going down the stairs, the kirtle no longer being an issue. She did however need to speak with her Master as to what he wished her to wear. She personally liked the leathers and he liked the kirtle so this was going to hopefully be open for discussion. She reached the bottom landing setting the basket down near the door she would take it out and begin to wash it on the porch. Though first she wanted to dust and clean the kitchen up. This morning’s breakfast had left it a bit off the scales of perfection.-
(02/02/15 14:05:46 ) ||His Devilishly Wicked Feline||
|| inkar ||
Property of Lychmyre
-The best part of waking up is a Hell Cat in your Cup-
Laura| PoD
- Within the city -
Inside or outside of Lychmyres personal cabin...closets stuffed full of fabric fish waiting to be stuffed and hidden around the town, medical herbs and concoctions on tables as girly touches are found here and there as His slave Sol does her best to keep up with the craziness that is Lych
says to ALL: - Ok screw this I couldn’t be the beautiful slave with the demure aspect or even the look of utter elegance. I was a fucking Paravaci princess with the attitude every person who didn’t like it could stuff it. Moving through the cabin, my zoom zoom speed on and my hair as wild as my attitude. I picked the black parts of what was to be edible up from the pan and called buttons into the room. Tossing it to him as he caught it and spit it back at me I laughed softly shaking my head. Yup that is what I thought too. With a shrug of my shoulders I picked the spit out burnt and threw it in the garbage before off with the pans. I cleaned those carefully before placing them back where they went sorta turning around hoping I hadn’t been dreaming. Maybe just maybe the cook from the Post would be lurking so I could at least have more food tossed at me like yesterday. No, I was alone with Buttons of all creatures the Giani I had been given good while back who now belong to Him, the Man, THE MANLY MAN.. The kitchen took no time at all really it just looked like a cyclone had hit it with a vengeance of pure malice. A tune danced through my mind as I shook my hips, my arms going off to the side to twirl me on the spot, then stop, feet down and I was back on the balls of my pads dancing along the sitting room dusting things here and there doing the funny little dance of “Baby trying on the stairs to do a Dirty little dance from Dirty dancing” Yeah that was me. Hell why not there was no one here and who was to say I couldn’t shake it like it was hot or something. Hips moved playfully, swaying with a rotation of slave flesh. I felt that fire once more, twirling upon the balls of me feet I stomped low to the right Before I sharply rolls my hips back then forward slowly.. My head shifted back and forth before into another twirl.. Feet gliding along the floor, stopping on a dime then back the other way. Laughing softly.. My fingers picking up a few things here and there dusting as I danced along the sitting room. Soon it was on to the broom. I would sweep, dance, and sweep again. I was having fun just listening to tunes in my head. Playing song after song as it popped in, different sounds I could imagine would sound better live but eh got to work with what you had.-