Post by Keaira on Jul 16, 2005 0:36:53 GMT -5
Keaira was still trapped deep within her delusional state of mind, seeming no closer to snapping out then before. Sub-consciously she truly desired such a visit from the sister she had not seen in so very long and thus she was that more willingly to accept this farce as reality. Even if Aeri had not had the foresight to garnish herself in one of Keladria’s gowns, it was quite likely Keaira would not have noticed the difference. Presently her mind was projecting her visions and memories of Kela onto Aeri, seeing her as she last remembered… wearing the flowing robes of a healer, dark hair set into many tiny braids, twisted up into an elaborate style, offsetting pale white flesh, unmarred but for the tattoo of archaic symbols upon her neck. The wounds she had taken such delight in so viciously, so gleefully inflicting upon Aeri were completely overlooked as though they no longer existed. There was nothing amiss here, nothing that might suggest to Keaira the plans that were being formulated against her or of the extreme power which was so steadily building in the one she still believed to be her sister.
Keaira would frown disapprovingly at the praises her sister so readily sang in Yullen’s favour. She found it quite difficult to believe that the slave could be found to be so helpful. While much progress had been made in crushing the woman’s spirit, especially after her shape shifting capabilities had been taken from her, there was still much work to be done. After all, Yullen had attacked her quite multiple times that first day, even with the odds stacked against her. One with such a feisty spirit was almost guaranteed not to break so quickly—if not kept completely busy they would think of nothing but escape and freedom, making an attempt when even the slightest of opportunities was offered to them. The breaking of such types was a slow and steady process of frequent pain and deprivation, occasional rewards, constant, backbreaking work and close monitoring.
That Yullen had not taken advantage and had even been quite well behaved when set out of the observant gaze of her Mistress would cause Keaira to cast suspicious gaze upon her. Perhaps she believed that Kela would report her if she was to slack off or punish her for negative behaviour. Though certainly even in such a short amount of time Yullen would have been able to distinguish that Kela was of opposite personality to Keaira. Plus, she was more than slightly jealous. It had been centuries since Kela had uttered such words of approval towards her—she was quite starved for her sister’s affections. It really didn’t seem fair, and in fact quite angered Keaira, that in such a short amount of time a mere slave was to receive the praises she yearned for. With one final sharp smack to Yullen’s face, Keaira would reluctantly step back away to position herself nearer her sister.
The anger that had been rushing through her like an inferno begins to cresendo down at the concern her sibling shows her. She would smile, still not to pleasantly, but kinder than usual. “Oh, I’m quite well. I have been quite busy though, making sure my workers retain their place as lower life forms. It does tend to wear oneself out. And as I said previously, when you use your powers here, they have an adverse effect.” Kela’s powers, branching from the same origins as Kea’s but having a lighter touch since it was constantly used for good, had the tendency to negate all the dark magick in this place, weaken her hold upon her properties.
“Yes, I’m certain you must be quite starving. The trip here does tend to take a lot out of you, especially if you are not accustomed to it. Come with me now and we shall feast…I had several slaves prepare a meal for us—some of your favorites, Kel.” As she moves towards the door, she would pause long enough to issue a further command to Yullen, “Slave, you will stay here and see that my sister’s room is given a thorough cleaning. I want the floors scrubbed, the walls washed, the furniture thoroughly cleaned, the bed sheets laundered and changed. Be quick about it—no dilly-dallying about, but be thorough. As soon as you have finished to my specifications, you are to meet us in the dining area.” True, she had promised Yullen to her sister while she was visiting, but she was reconsidering such a notion after seeing the way they had connected. She really couldn’t encourage her sister to associate on the same level with a slave. If nothing else though, the extra work would indeed be sufficient punishment for Yullen drawing in her sister’s favour. Though far from admitting it, Kea was indeed quite a bit jealous of her slave. It didn’t seem fair that she could give her sister near anything, could have others perform amazing feats, run circles about her
Keaira would efficiently direct Aeri through the twisting labyrinth of hallways towards the dining area. Apparently she has decided there is no longer a need to make conversations—after all, simple pleasantries were both a waste of time and energy. Later, perhaps, there would be a moment for catch up. Rapidly she would lead the way to the kitchen, pausing occasionally, almost considerately, waiting for Aeri to catch up. It is only outside the throne room that she would hesitate momentarily, at a sudden remembrance. The thief…her money… So preoccupied had she been in preparing things for her sister’s return that she had forgotten to collect. Ah well…the tattooed bitch would pay for the time she had wasted, doing absolutely nothing…fucking lazy bum is what she was. Keaira would have been just as upset if Cira had gone to find her, or had started up working, for that would break the rule which stated the slave was to remain kneeling with Kea’s money until it was collected. As usual, it was a lose-lose situation for the poor desert slave.
Her lips would twist into a sinister smirk as she prepares to stalk into the room and raise hell. Oh, she just lived for these moments! These excuses to punish, to bring forth blood, to further torment her properties… Not that she ever really needed an excuses! “Just give me a few minutes, Jade…I have a pressing issue I must take care of before I can eat and enjoy.” Literally rubbing her hands together in anticipation, she would throw open the door, giving a quick little sideways gesture for Aeri to follow. She wanted to show off for her sister, make a display of the power and wealth she had.
“Jadie…here’s one of the finer specimens I possess. She’s really not very high in the looks department, but she does have her uses. In fact, she’s quite a talented thief. Slave…this is my sister. She will be staying her for a bit. I expect you to treat her as you do me, with respect and subservience.” Keaira gave an offhanded introduction. Bringing herself across the room, she would lazily circle, now positioning herself in front of Cira. Her hand would move over the top of Cira’s head in a motion that might almost be considered a caress, before roughly grabbing a handful of hair and jerking her head back. Keaira would grin at her sister, quite delighted to show off the control she had over the kneeling servant. Addressing the slave coldly, she would demand, “How long have you been relaxing here as though you were free, doing absolutely nothing? Do you believe I allow you the privilege of perusing the outside world so you can dilly-dally around at other times? Is that it?” Not really caring what the answer was—there was really nothing that could be said that would appease Keaira--she would greedily reach out for the bag of money that was her right.
As she looked, really looked down at Cira for the first time, Keaira would zone out momentarily. Frozen completely with her hand now tangled in Cira’s knotted locks of hair, having jerked her head back by usage of this handhold, not even so much as breathing as she stared transfixed at her slave. Green eyes now glassy, almost marble like in appearance as they tightly focus in upon Cira’s face…taking in the mocha skin, the singular dark eye. Familiar…so very familiar…but why…the answer was near, wisps blowing in her mind, but she couldn’t quite grasp…her mind was so muddled, so taken up with the illusion she had been trapped in for more than an hour. Normally such times of confusion lasted merely a minute or two—such a length of time was making it harder to pull out of it. But as slowly she would raise her gaze to once again meet Aeri’s, it would all come back to her in a flood of memories. The false memories she had created to explain herself into this new situation with her sister was deleted, replaced by the real and true. Her sister had never been here…no—it was all a trick, a ploy on the part of this…this imposter, this slave! Her slave…the one she had gone to such trouble of capturing, taking her from her people…whom she had dedicated so much of her time to, worked so hard on carefully breaking, molding. All that hard work was basically erased. She’d have to start from scratch…how the little whore had managed to deceive her she wasn’t quite sure…but she’d figure it out. How dare the little tramp stand there as though she were better than anyway else…wearing Kela’s beautiful gown on her mangy body. It’d would of course need to be burned now.. The fucking bitch…oh she’d pay, pay quite dearly for making a fool of her Mistress. These thoughs fly through her head in milliseconds
Rage would flare up in her eyes as Kea quickly snapped from her trance. She had reached a new plateau in the arena of anger and it showed upon her face. Cira is shoved away towards the ground, a rough kick directed at the poor girl, Keaira needing some more immediate outlet for the anger which made the blood in her veins boil to quite tepid temperatures. She would fly across the room, moving at an impossible speed as the anger, the brilliant fury propelled her, tapping into her powers that moved her at such a great rate she was scarcely a blur. Reaching out, she would attempt to fiercly grab Aeri’s arm, a tight grip, her fingernails to press in and tear flesh. Somehow, without thinking she had managed to retrieve a dagger from its side sheeth, and this weapon she would attempt to plunge in to Aeri’s side, not caring what damage she would cause, only wanting to create pain, hurt, fear…beautiful emotions that might take some of the edge off this knowing anger.
Keaira would frown disapprovingly at the praises her sister so readily sang in Yullen’s favour. She found it quite difficult to believe that the slave could be found to be so helpful. While much progress had been made in crushing the woman’s spirit, especially after her shape shifting capabilities had been taken from her, there was still much work to be done. After all, Yullen had attacked her quite multiple times that first day, even with the odds stacked against her. One with such a feisty spirit was almost guaranteed not to break so quickly—if not kept completely busy they would think of nothing but escape and freedom, making an attempt when even the slightest of opportunities was offered to them. The breaking of such types was a slow and steady process of frequent pain and deprivation, occasional rewards, constant, backbreaking work and close monitoring.
That Yullen had not taken advantage and had even been quite well behaved when set out of the observant gaze of her Mistress would cause Keaira to cast suspicious gaze upon her. Perhaps she believed that Kela would report her if she was to slack off or punish her for negative behaviour. Though certainly even in such a short amount of time Yullen would have been able to distinguish that Kela was of opposite personality to Keaira. Plus, she was more than slightly jealous. It had been centuries since Kela had uttered such words of approval towards her—she was quite starved for her sister’s affections. It really didn’t seem fair, and in fact quite angered Keaira, that in such a short amount of time a mere slave was to receive the praises she yearned for. With one final sharp smack to Yullen’s face, Keaira would reluctantly step back away to position herself nearer her sister.
The anger that had been rushing through her like an inferno begins to cresendo down at the concern her sibling shows her. She would smile, still not to pleasantly, but kinder than usual. “Oh, I’m quite well. I have been quite busy though, making sure my workers retain their place as lower life forms. It does tend to wear oneself out. And as I said previously, when you use your powers here, they have an adverse effect.” Kela’s powers, branching from the same origins as Kea’s but having a lighter touch since it was constantly used for good, had the tendency to negate all the dark magick in this place, weaken her hold upon her properties.
“Yes, I’m certain you must be quite starving. The trip here does tend to take a lot out of you, especially if you are not accustomed to it. Come with me now and we shall feast…I had several slaves prepare a meal for us—some of your favorites, Kel.” As she moves towards the door, she would pause long enough to issue a further command to Yullen, “Slave, you will stay here and see that my sister’s room is given a thorough cleaning. I want the floors scrubbed, the walls washed, the furniture thoroughly cleaned, the bed sheets laundered and changed. Be quick about it—no dilly-dallying about, but be thorough. As soon as you have finished to my specifications, you are to meet us in the dining area.” True, she had promised Yullen to her sister while she was visiting, but she was reconsidering such a notion after seeing the way they had connected. She really couldn’t encourage her sister to associate on the same level with a slave. If nothing else though, the extra work would indeed be sufficient punishment for Yullen drawing in her sister’s favour. Though far from admitting it, Kea was indeed quite a bit jealous of her slave. It didn’t seem fair that she could give her sister near anything, could have others perform amazing feats, run circles about her
Keaira would efficiently direct Aeri through the twisting labyrinth of hallways towards the dining area. Apparently she has decided there is no longer a need to make conversations—after all, simple pleasantries were both a waste of time and energy. Later, perhaps, there would be a moment for catch up. Rapidly she would lead the way to the kitchen, pausing occasionally, almost considerately, waiting for Aeri to catch up. It is only outside the throne room that she would hesitate momentarily, at a sudden remembrance. The thief…her money… So preoccupied had she been in preparing things for her sister’s return that she had forgotten to collect. Ah well…the tattooed bitch would pay for the time she had wasted, doing absolutely nothing…fucking lazy bum is what she was. Keaira would have been just as upset if Cira had gone to find her, or had started up working, for that would break the rule which stated the slave was to remain kneeling with Kea’s money until it was collected. As usual, it was a lose-lose situation for the poor desert slave.
Her lips would twist into a sinister smirk as she prepares to stalk into the room and raise hell. Oh, she just lived for these moments! These excuses to punish, to bring forth blood, to further torment her properties… Not that she ever really needed an excuses! “Just give me a few minutes, Jade…I have a pressing issue I must take care of before I can eat and enjoy.” Literally rubbing her hands together in anticipation, she would throw open the door, giving a quick little sideways gesture for Aeri to follow. She wanted to show off for her sister, make a display of the power and wealth she had.
“Jadie…here’s one of the finer specimens I possess. She’s really not very high in the looks department, but she does have her uses. In fact, she’s quite a talented thief. Slave…this is my sister. She will be staying her for a bit. I expect you to treat her as you do me, with respect and subservience.” Keaira gave an offhanded introduction. Bringing herself across the room, she would lazily circle, now positioning herself in front of Cira. Her hand would move over the top of Cira’s head in a motion that might almost be considered a caress, before roughly grabbing a handful of hair and jerking her head back. Keaira would grin at her sister, quite delighted to show off the control she had over the kneeling servant. Addressing the slave coldly, she would demand, “How long have you been relaxing here as though you were free, doing absolutely nothing? Do you believe I allow you the privilege of perusing the outside world so you can dilly-dally around at other times? Is that it?” Not really caring what the answer was—there was really nothing that could be said that would appease Keaira--she would greedily reach out for the bag of money that was her right.
As she looked, really looked down at Cira for the first time, Keaira would zone out momentarily. Frozen completely with her hand now tangled in Cira’s knotted locks of hair, having jerked her head back by usage of this handhold, not even so much as breathing as she stared transfixed at her slave. Green eyes now glassy, almost marble like in appearance as they tightly focus in upon Cira’s face…taking in the mocha skin, the singular dark eye. Familiar…so very familiar…but why…the answer was near, wisps blowing in her mind, but she couldn’t quite grasp…her mind was so muddled, so taken up with the illusion she had been trapped in for more than an hour. Normally such times of confusion lasted merely a minute or two—such a length of time was making it harder to pull out of it. But as slowly she would raise her gaze to once again meet Aeri’s, it would all come back to her in a flood of memories. The false memories she had created to explain herself into this new situation with her sister was deleted, replaced by the real and true. Her sister had never been here…no—it was all a trick, a ploy on the part of this…this imposter, this slave! Her slave…the one she had gone to such trouble of capturing, taking her from her people…whom she had dedicated so much of her time to, worked so hard on carefully breaking, molding. All that hard work was basically erased. She’d have to start from scratch…how the little whore had managed to deceive her she wasn’t quite sure…but she’d figure it out. How dare the little tramp stand there as though she were better than anyway else…wearing Kela’s beautiful gown on her mangy body. It’d would of course need to be burned now.. The fucking bitch…oh she’d pay, pay quite dearly for making a fool of her Mistress. These thoughs fly through her head in milliseconds
Rage would flare up in her eyes as Kea quickly snapped from her trance. She had reached a new plateau in the arena of anger and it showed upon her face. Cira is shoved away towards the ground, a rough kick directed at the poor girl, Keaira needing some more immediate outlet for the anger which made the blood in her veins boil to quite tepid temperatures. She would fly across the room, moving at an impossible speed as the anger, the brilliant fury propelled her, tapping into her powers that moved her at such a great rate she was scarcely a blur. Reaching out, she would attempt to fiercly grab Aeri’s arm, a tight grip, her fingernails to press in and tear flesh. Somehow, without thinking she had managed to retrieve a dagger from its side sheeth, and this weapon she would attempt to plunge in to Aeri’s side, not caring what damage she would cause, only wanting to create pain, hurt, fear…beautiful emotions that might take some of the edge off this knowing anger.