Slave ¹ 1 - perle (Raven Daxeline)
 
  Imagine that you now alone ...
Sighing softly, she glanced up to the Tahari sun, beginning to feel the heat from it as she turned, letting polished toes leave a serpentine trail upon the sand.  Having stolen a moment, to practice a dance in the city dance pit, the ideas in her head did not seem to be transferring to her feet.  With the sun getting hotter and chores waiting for her in the kennels she found herself distracted.  

Lifting a slender hand, she brushed away tousled strands of raven hair as she gazed across the city, hearing voices from the market, the tavernkeeper calling for his girls to come and serve and the soft billowing of the city flags on a welcome breeze.  Breathing deeply, she inhaled the intoxicating smell of spices carried through the air and she smiled, loving her Tahari home.  

She looked down as she slid her right foot along the sand, quietly singing an old song about a kajira at a sale and all of her hopes and dreams.  She never could remember where she first learnt the song but when asked by her Master she had told Him that she did not know but she was glad that He had bought her.  

Not that He would be happy when He returned to the kennels and found the floor still needed cleaning and no food had been prepared.  His anger might also be compounded when her dance was not so pleasing as he expected.  

She halted her song and with renewed energy began to mark time on the sand with her feet, hips rising and falling in a sensual manner as gentle hands lifted like exotic birds in flight.  'Da, da, da...da, da, da,' she murmured, imitating the beat of the drum, hearing the tune in her head.  Fingertips slide across her belly as though she feels the warmth of the fire within and once more she looks over the city as two kajirae run from the healery, down the stone steps and towards the private houses.  'Da, da da...da, da, da,' she whispers, not allowing herself to miss a beat.  

Sultry green eyes, framed by dark lashes, look to the kennels and she spins across the sand, silks lifting to caress the tanned slave flesh as she imagines her Master walking towards her, perhaps a smile upon His face to see His first girl dancing to delight him.  She is His but holds no expectations that his feelings will ever be more than that of a Master to a slave but He is a Tahari Master and He knows his girl.

Halting her dance, remembering her chores, she glances up to the sun and sighs once more.  She will be glad for the shade of the kennels.  Singing the song of the girl at auction she hurries in and out of sight.





 Slave ¹ 2 - Tiki
 
The whole day Slave continually served in the camp. She sat down near the fireplace in the empty building of the long hall, where all the Mistresses and Masters went to bed. She throws a few dry rough logs into the almost extinguished the fire and blows to get a fire going. Hot the heat hit in her face and gently ruffling her hair, she pulled away from the fireplace a little creeps back, and with a slight smile looks at the dancing flames. Silence... heard only the crackling of the bark of the logs... Long and even a little plaintive howls of the wind for covered with a thin layer of ice on the windows... on the street fluffy flakes of snow was falling, and the house was warm and cozy. Slave girl yawned and rubbed her suddenly scratching his nose, turning back to the fireplace... and she liked to look at the fire and now she enjoyed the silence. But somehow, she felt sad and lonely at this moment, she wanted to cry. She lifted her eyes up to the tears rolled from her eyes, because she had always been strong and didn't like her weakness.. but He... when she thought of Him, she could not be strong. And she didn't want it now. To distract herself, she took a notebook - slaves had no property but this notebook was the only personal thing this slave. This girl knew how to read and write but quite a bit, and she loved with an important air sometimes get this notebook in front of other girls and fre ladyes and warriors. Girl has done this from the papyrus paper, which once she stole from scribe in the city of Port Jad and sewed sheets thick thread. Now this notebook was only for her... She touched crumpled pages and began to read the writing. She turned the pages of the notebook casually, sometimes tearing away the unnecessary sheets of paper and throwing them into the fire. And when she found a clean page, " she wrote two words, which made her today so unhappy and even caused the tears... The words was "Master XXX". Tears stream gushed from her eyes, she didn't even try to hide them or to erase from her face, thin streams they slid down her cheeks the corners of her lips and crowded together in big drops sliding down to his chin. One tear with a soft thump fell on the pad. The girl for a long time staring into smeared the writing in her notebook. In this place papyrus paper shrank from water and pouted. She is sighed. She did not even realize how whispered in the silence/. Where are you? You are important to this girl... /by using her name from a third party on habitually/. I need you now more than air. /in her throat knotted, she again took a deep breath, and somewhere in the depths of her Breasts plaintive and treacherously wailed soul. Slave girl thought that perhaps He is lost, and He is never coming back, but she didn't even want to think about it... Then she thought about what he had found his love and the house and now he is happy. But even that was unbearable emotional pain for her. This girl remembered the evening when he was with her so close... so anxious to speak to her and kissed her, stroking her hair. And she begged him in that day to take her with him. But he was gone. He melted and only the memory and her feelings for him echoes and echoes of the past reminded her about the pain that she could not forget and betray. She was still waiting for him and hoped that now! It was at that moment he would open the door and go inside! He put his arms around her and take her far, far away where no one and never been before!... but the door did not open. She wept bitterly distorting her face and pressed her notebook to her chest. She wanted to howl and if she knew the way, it would have gone straight to any corner of this damned planet to him. This thought often visited her head and now she is desperately beat at her temples. She looked out of the window, the street was dark, but it was getting a little lighter. These were the first signs of dawn and is only now she realized that she thought about Master XXX all night. But now she didn't want to interrupt her memories, because it is these memories of the past gave her a pass and hope for the future. Suddenly she whispered,/. Priest kings, you great and mighty, if you can hear me, I beg of you, save His way and His life no matter where he is now. Take care of Him from troubles and misfortunes, and tell him that he is dear to me, I miss, I'm just a slave, I know. But if you're so mighty, that help me see it again. If he does not love me, then let us at least a few seconds to be his shadow. And can be simply look at it from the outside. let me even for a moment be the wind, I want a light breeze touched his face... Let me be with him even for that brief moment so that I could live for a few days or months in anticipation of seeing him again, or die, not to remember his face.. his hands... his lips... she looked in the frozen window and screwing up her eyes looking at the peaks Sardar of the mountains. Behind  them beginning of the show the sun's rays on pale gray sky. the girl hoping that this prayer was heard for the Priest Kinds and stood slowly walked over to slave's pillow, made of coarse sackcloth and hid the notebook under it. The girl comfortably settled, pursing her feet and closed her eyes. A few minutes more slave shuddered in his sleep and puckered her forehead, but then she fell fast asleep.





 Slave ¹ 3 -  Sara Connor
 
Sits on the soft fur and relaxes a little, looking around the room, it was a wooden house with fireplace, that has already extinguished and last red embers were burning there, reflected in her eyes, room cools slowly, so she had the time to enjoy a few hours in the warmth and carefree, till she will have to go outside in the snow for new firewood. 
The fur was very soft and slave's fingers and toes sank in the soft pile, she yawns and smiles, looking out the window, the blizzard behind it were intensified. She were waiting for her Master, despite the fact she was alone at home, she wasn't lonely or bored, nothing could spoil her good mood, and she quietly sings a simple song, using the strikes of blizzard in the glass as a rhythm base.
All her thoughts were about the present that her Master promised to bring her from the giant city, that was so attractive for her and so unknown... whole city life was so interesting and unusual, that Sati often imagined herself in silks of noble warrior or even ubar. Her fantasy played out more than usual and she didn't noticed that last ember in fireplace died out and her eyes closed themselves.
She woke up after a couple of hours, room was cold and her body were trembling. Sati sighs, cause she wasn't happy with the fact that she still have to go out for firewood, but now the cold was eating her and touched each inch of her skin so there was no choice. Sati stands up from the fur and slowly comes to the front door and opens it. The wind hits right in her face without mercy, her first wish was to close the door and stay at home, even if it's cold, but her mind took control and she bravely steps right in the snow and quickly runs to the storehouse for the firewoods. She doesn't turns around or looks by the sides, takes the bundle of firewoods and runs back in the house, then closes the door as quick as she can, drops whole bundle in the fireplace and starts to build a fire, at last the spark enlarges and thin flame appears. Sati was ready to lay right in the fireplace to warm up the numbing body, but she was patient and waited till all woods will inflame, the fire lights cheerfully played in her eyes and soft heat touched the frozen skin.
Suddenly she heard the knock in the door and quickly opened it, there was her beloved Master, returned from the city and happy tears appeared on her eyes, she jumped forward and crossed her arms around his neck, whispering tender words for him, anybody who knows Sati wouldn't say that she was capable on such tenderness...





 Slave ¹ 4 -  by Nimue ( Luca Cadell )
 
     She stood motionless, her heart beating hard and fast, body still and eyes wide with disbelief.  'CRACK', she jumps, her body rocking as the beating of her heart begins to move her..... Looking this way and that, this way and that........ She calls out “MY MASTER“ her small voice full of terror, her face contorted in fear what she knew was his fate.
     Moving to the top of the rocky cliff, she could see his lifeless body. She moans a silent moan deep within her slave belly. Still is her breath for a  moment as her eyes feast upon him, "my Master, my Master" she whispers kneeling   beside his limp  covered body, scarlet blood  spills from an arrow  wedged deep in his heart, his body once strong now  lying still as the darkest night.
Her love for him had been nurtured  like a delicate bloom growing, blossoming  for many  months since the day of her collaring, a pitiful howl erupted  from deep within, she was cared for and loved, she obeyed, her  beauty  had shone  through  under his strong hands she was owned.
    Lifting her head  to the stars blanketing  the velvet  sky, they enveloped her  in  the cold dampness of  the turbulent night,  she  turned her face to  the coolness  of  the autumn  breeze feeling  the  mist of  rain. It fell  upon her smooth cheeks  hot and flushed, her  own  tears streaming  down her  face  they washed  over her........   throat choking and  gasping as  she  cried uncontrollably  desperately she wanted  him to open his eyes and  impregnate  upon  her creamy  flesh again. She  listens  to  the sounds of  the  earth  the sounds of  the night  desperate  to  bring her Master  back to life. The rain now batters  beating  down on venerable flesh, her soul frozen in  time binding her the wrath of  nature  beating down as she stands staring down, wanting  to shelter  him  from  the raging  rains pelting down. Night now dark heavy clouds blocking the stars  ......she weeps pitifully.
      Alone, the rain ceases, afraid she clings to the cliff surface, low growls erupting from her she presses her   thighs against the rock ledge.... she   grapples for an unseen force, trying desperately to reach it, she cries out in frustration looking over her shoulder eyes going wild clinging to the cliff  face  as if something was pursuing  her. Her slave body trembling and shuddering as if by a touch to her already sweat glistened flesh, she lifts her head and is unable not to. 
   Crawling, clawing against stones beneath her she edges to the ledge, a hopeless feeling washing over her. Viciously jerking her hand forward and ripping the clutched piece of silk with it, she knows in her heart that she cannot go on without her Master. Then closing  her eyes, the edge of  the ledge  near , the winds licked against  her face , fine features outlined  by  the  moon  as  it  peeps from  the passing  clouds to her death she plunges down the cliff  face.

 



 Slave ¹ 5 -  Nonya Markova (sa-fora)
 
a small girl curled up into herself upon the cool multifaceted brown tile of the floor before the hearth slowly stretches. A single bare foot appears from beneath the drab thin cloth she was given to cover her form the night before, bells locked around her ankle making the smallest of tinkling music. The sound enough to draw her from the sweet sleep that had previously claimed the girl as a sigh comes from the fullness of her lips. 
As her eyes open slowly, peering from beneath the dark curtain of silken hair that falls over her face in a tangled mess, cheeks pink still from sleep and her body craving the warmth she had only moments before, she turns towards the dim embers of the fire that had burned low during the night. The eyes of the girl a vivid hue of blue, so much so as to appear as violet as the sky does before a storm, looks to the last vestiges of the nights fire. A hand reaching from beneath the thin blanket towards the warm, as if a girl pleads for its comforting light and warmth, something to sooth the empty chill she finds alone on the cold tile this morning. 
Shrugging away the blanket as she seeks to be closer to the embers, the girl crawls towards the box of fuel for the fire, upon her hands and knees, body bare but for the collar and bells, the only mark seen upon her flesh is the small dina burned into the soft flesh of her left thigh. A rattle of leash chain is heard now with the tinkling of the bells locked around her ankle, the girl shudders, trembling as the memories flood back to her mind. The memories she tried to escape through sleep, terrible burning sadness fills her chest, a fear felt deep in her belly as the previous night replays in her mind.  As her arms fill with the fuel for the fire, the memories assault her mind, the dark expression of displeasure upon the face of the Master as he dragged her to the kitchen of the kennel, chaining her to the wall as a mat and kettle girl would be, the tears burning now in her throat as the memory of them falling from her eyes last eve, a sob chokes her.
Her arms full now, the girl moves to turn, with a rattle of chain the stark reminder of the nightmare the previous night brought to life, the scenes whirling through her mind with a rapidness that leaves her chilled to the bone. The chill of the morning air now nothing compared to the icy tendrils of fear that tug at her heart with the memories that claim her waking thoughts. The scene playing out again as she feeds the embers slowly the fuel she holds close to her breast, thoughts going to last eve with the smells of burned meat, smoke filling the room in a dark greasy cloud, the burning anger in the eyes of Master as he strides toward her in the inn with a fearful purpose. Taken by him, she is dragged away from the public house, through the streets she runs trying to keep up with him. Her stride nothing in comparison to his long one, she stumbles often, dragged almost into the kennel. 
As the morning sun appears over the horizon, the room lightening with a soft pink glow, she hears behind her boot falls, torn from the memories of the previous night, back to the reality of day she turns from the fire that now burns bright and cheery in the hearth, looking at Master standing with arms crossed. The girl trembles upon her knees, the expression one of heartfelt regret seen in her eyes, the girl reaches a hand towards him in a piteous plea before she lowers herself to her belly, The rattle of the leash heard in the room, the only sound but the rasping breath of the girl, fear leaving her trembling before him, nothing but a slave girl before her Master begging his forgiveness.

 



  Slave ¹ 6 - Lucazia Resident 
 
 me walks into the tavern,she wonders that no one enjoys this great serve place. She just feels her own breath and her heart beating.She stops, watches the many different,glitterring kitchen ware and then she moves with  slowly elegant step to it.Her view of her wonderful brown-honey eyes discovering all around her,she starts to smile and whispers to her own:“Everything is done.“,pushes on her feet higher and turns her curvy body around.Her lips breaking into a summery smile when she espied the dancing place filled with tender grains of sand.She moves gracefully with her head held high and her eyes downcast into the open space,steps lightly on the ground passionately to the dance area,a rush comes over her,because she always enjoys to stand and act here.She knows that she needs to learn more knowledge for her Master.Sora is very proud to be the property of him.She mumbles very softly:“How should I live without the protection and safeness which is given to me of my Master?How should I live with a unsatisfying live?How should I live without a sexual demand?“,she stops for an instant and then:“I can?t,because that is the way I want to fulfill my destiny.I  want that he is proud to have me on his chain.“,her heart starts to beat quicker,she wants to learn to dance and to specialize it.she begins in a slow,delicate manner to glide her soft,tiny hands down her soft curves,releasing her mint silks from her hips and they fall easily below her,feeling herself blush slightly and her heart flutters,knowing she is nervous.She watches her smooth silks sway as she gets into her first position, she raises her arms above her head, the back of her hands touching and her head tilted down, she peers at the floor, her nerves catching in her throat, runs her soft hands over her supple breasts, teasingly uplifting them, then twirls away . Sora raises her arms high above her head, hands turning at the wrist, feeling small beads of sweat forming on her soft skin. She begins to twirl, swirling faster and faster like the wind to the forest music, she falls to the floor, forgetting herself, forgetting the dance sways her hips back and forth to the music and then she thinks of her Master,as her silks flow around her curvaceous body. This girl shivers as she slowly begins to move her hand over her body trailing up from her soft thigh, across her flat stomach,up her ribs and then to her breast, her hips move back and forth jerkily, then slowly glides further up her fingers going to her pink plush lips slightly parted. She lets her head tilt back,her hair cascading down, twirls even faster, her hips swaying, her breasts bouncing with every move she makes. She continues dancing and her passion is heated.Sora falls on her knees to the ground. She breaths so hard and smiles when she knows that she learned more about her electrified body. Her body betrays her need and desire to be pleasing.





  Slave ¹ 7 - Missie Randt 
 
Me shivers and slowly forces her eyes to open, the night air dancing over her form, leaving a trail of goosebumps to rise over the sensitive  skin. Blinking she looks around trying to peer through the darkness, only making out shapes and shadows and  soft whimpers escape her lips as she huddles. Shallow breaths, chest rising and falling quickly, as eyes dart to the left and right. Her face taut with fear as she tries to figure out where she was and how she got there. Thoughts racing through her mind, feeling very frightened, vulnerable and small she curls up,  making her body as small as she can pressing into the hard wood against her back and prays the daylight arrives soon. Staring into the black never ending darkness until her eyes slip shut and she falls back to sleep. 135

Finally she stirs and opens her eyes, blinking against the brightness and feeling the warmth of the sun on her sun kissed tanned body she stretches, moaning softly as she stirs , trying to work the kinks out from her night in the open. Her stomach rumbles with hunger and slowly she pushes up to a sitting position looking about.  All there is to see is the vast expanse of water before her and turning she sees a green span of trees behind her. The blue sky, the clouds and the sun seem to be her only companions and she blinks rapidly as a tear trickles down her cheek .241

Angrily she wipes away the tear, long legs unfold  rising until she stands tall and with a shake of her head begins to wander about , looking for any kind of substance. Long black hair falls around her almost naked form , the ends of the curls dancing over her rounded bottom, almost like the sweet kiss of the whip over the tender flesh. Searching for food, water, a person she walks about the area. Bare feet sink into the hot grains of sand and she looks at the tree line in the distance and moves toward it hoping and praying softly to the Priest Kings that she finds shelter and people there. As she trudges along , her thoughts move from food to finding a Master or MIstress, needing to kneel again, to  feel safe again, to have someone to focus on and to allow her to experience the joy of serving with every bit of her being. 

Her thoughts drift back to the horrible storm that caused the rushing water to crush her former home. Watching free and slaves drown as buildings were crushed from the force of the onslaught. If it had not been for her being caught in the corner of a building that somehow broke away from the rest and was swirled and pushed about like a toy boat in a raging river, clinging to the boards as they were thrust to and fro, she would of not survived, wondering now if being alive was a good thing, missing her friends and most of all her Master and Mistress.

 Feeling overwhelmed and scared and unsure what to do she just keeps walking, pushing herself forward, the need to live and serve overpowering the desire to fall and weep and just give up. Finally she reaches the trees, and the cooler air against her moist glistening skin causes her to shiver. The feel of the forest against her feet soothing the burning soles after the firey hot sand. Feeling a bit faint she pushes on, seeing a patch of sunlight giving her the strength to put one foot in front of another until she breaks out of the trees and her gaze falls upon the most welcome of sights.  Buildings and signs of life are ahead.  Staggering from all the events she has been through she makes her way closer almost reaching what appears to be the city gates. Tripping she falls, her tiny form hitting the ground with a thud and she cries out, as the air is knocked out of her and she lays in the dirt, almost broken passing out yet again wondering if someone will find her or if this will be the last breath she ever takes.

 


  Slave ¹ 8  -  Thaisles 
 
   I fall. I turn and twist up the dark labyrinth. Acceleration! And stop! I'm wincing my forehead and I feel discomfort in my face. Consciousness is slowly returning to me. I want to move my hand. I can not. I was paralyzed. I want to open my eyes, but something stops me. So. I have to wait until my mind back. I move my fingers to work and I feel something breaks in between. The horror! A wave of horror covers me, forcing my body spontaneously beating. But this is impossible! I lie under the ground. I buried. Buried alive! I feel like I'm lying, crushed ground. It into my nose, pressing on my eyes, bound my body. Something unpleasant inside the mouth. My heart is beating so fast that it now seems to jump out of my chest. I collect all my strength and trying to jerk and dump heavy. No. That's it! This is my death.
    I feel like dirt trickle ran along my nose and slid my lips, hid behind my chin. Another ball rolled behind him. I understand that I'm breathing. I move my tongue and my feel for it with the help of a tube, which is inserted into my mouth. This puts pressure inside my mouth. Dirt was dumped along the tube, finding a loophole. I gather my strength. I'm trying to move again. Lumps of earth crashing more. I'm moving my whole body. And the land yield. At one point, a heavy blanket move. I feel free, and soon my skin feels a touch of fresh sweet air. Forces come to me. I broke away from the earth captivity. I strongly rolling over to the side, and I spread on the carpet of dry leaves that cover my "grave" profusely. I spit up, and I swallow air greedily. I strained my forehead, trying to remember what happened.
    I lay there a moment, I sit up my head, I half-close my eyes, and I am painfully in my neck. I rely on my hand and look around. Traces of the battle around. Torn tent, litter and several dead bodies of soldiers. Master! I jump on my feet, forgetting numbed limbs, and I rush to the killed. I am moving around in search of. I ran off to the side, limping, but I do not find the one who wish to find. My heart beats faster. He is not here. He is not among those killed. I smile, lit with the hope that he is alive. I drop to the ground. I notice that my silk in tatters, trailing behind me. I tore loose cloth to cover up my body and look around myself. I spend my fingers on my skin, covered with dirt and bruises, with annoyance. A slight smile on my face is incident from the memories of that night, one of many, when this body served its Master in traveling tent, and then he laid it on the fur gently. It was the last thing I remember. I woke up under the ground then.
    My eyes fall on something familiar, covered with foliage. I looked and come closer. I pull the strap. I pull out a leather bag. Master! My Master has this bag! I hold it to my body. I kiss it. Tears splash out of my eyes. I try to calm down. I bite my lip. I deal with the curiosity and the desire to open the bag. I reach for the clasp, but I return my hand quickly. No. I am a slave! I can not do that. I get up and stretch my whole body. I feel a surge of energy again. This is familiar to me. This does not leave me never. This helped to serve the fire, and I was always ready to service my Master.
    I inhale deeply Gorean fresh air, I slung the strap over my shoulder bag, and I was going into the forest in search of the trail. I remember looking around. I walk around the bushes and step over fallen trees, which are rare here. I envelope camp. I look back and I wish to make sure that there is no traffic nearby. All of a sudden! Land away from under my feet. I'm going down. Sharp jolt, and I hung. How could I be so reckless! I cried out in frustration. Soldiers dug pits to trap wild animals, when they organized a camp in the woods for a long time. I raise my head and I see that the bag strap caught on the powerful roots near the surface. This did not allow me to fall to the bottom where sharp pins sticking out. I grab the strap with the help of my two hands. I’m going with the forces.
    The crunch of twigs makes me suspicious. I listen with fear in my eyes. Crunch louder. Terrible roar makes me squint hard. I lower my head, and I hides my breath. I'm waiting for my death. The roar coming. I hear someone going hard near the well. I feel that my hands are released saving strap now, and I full on sharp stakes. Thought illuminates me, and I open my eyes. I decide that it would be out if the animal will find me. I bow bag by my feet. This allows me to save a little of my ability, not just hanging on my hands. The noise of heavy footsteps can be heard around the beast, but then it starts to move away, and soon it disappears completely. My eyes are illuminated with hope. I'm trying to catch up on the strap, but the strength of my arms are missing. I then I rest with my feet on the walls of the pit, I move my hands as the rope, I opted out of the trap on the sly. I fall to the ground, exhausted.
    I raise my eyes, I look into the woods. I gather my strength, I get up and I toddled to the camp. I notice a trail of blood on the trampled grass. It goes into the thicket. I come to the camp, I saw one corpse disappeared. I'm breathing hard, and rough, I drop to my knees beside one of the dead soldiers. Bow is right next to one. It fell out of the hand of a warrior. I reach for a weapon. Stop! I am a slave. I take arms - death! I stop. I take a deep breath, and I clench my arms tightly. I pull off the quiver of a corpse, and I add arrow from the other warriors. I try to do it quickly, as the remnants of my powers allow me. I went up to my recent "grave", I fall to my knees. I take the damp dirt. I stop my eyes on my body a few seconds. It was born to enjoy. It is already heavily smeared. I begin to rub dirt strongly, I try to close all the places where shines the virgin purity of my satin skin so far.
    I jump. I slung the bag over my shoulder. I quiver slung over my other. I clench my bow tightly. I straighten my back, I make a firm step in the direction of the camp. Who am I now? What's waiting for me? The main thing - I'm alive! It is necessary for something ...

 


  Slave ¹ 9  -  Isabeaux Rembrandt 
 
Slowly the snow fall all around me, i look forward in the little valley beetwen two hills, the silence is broken only from the sound of the small torrent flowing along the gentle slope.
All is white around me, the branches of the high tress are fully covered from snow, i take a long breath as i shivers loudly, massaging my arms for warm myslef tired from the long path i have done during the last days, with the help of a stick i follow the little torrent, my boots made of fur sink in the snow making every step difficult, the cold steel of the collar around my neck is hard to be endured and the weight of the bag over my shoulders made me advance in the snow more and more slowly at every step, alone in the woods of the north my mind run over the events of the last days that bring me so far away from the camp, curiosly , now, the only wish i have is reach it, for a moment as i continue to climb down a strange thing crosses my mind.
This valley remind me the little village where i was born, the long winters under the gentle attentions of my parents and now... seems impossible for me desire to return in a place where i am called beast.... under the stern look of a band of panthers...... nothing during my happy and simple life in my family will let me imagine i can ever have the desire to return in a place where i will be mistreat and blamed at every wrong word or simple mistake but now in my feelings seems is what i ever search.
Lost in my mind what bring me back to reality is the ice on a little stone that make me stumbles, i use suddenly the stick to retake my balance and sighs in relief as i avoid to fall in the snow or the cold water of the torrent, knowing very well that can bring to death by freezing.
Down in the valley i continue my path along the small torrent more and more tired at every step, curved and leaning on the stick with both my hands then my eyes opens full of surprise and fear, close the river i recognize the fingerprints of a larl.... my mind run immediatly to what huntreses tell to me when they spare my life after they capture me... that my life will change and i must learn quick how survive in the woods and i must forgot the comfort of the cities kennels.... “learn how survive or you will die... and remember beast... we can always sell you to wagon people” now in this valley the meaning of that words are more then clear to me, i raise my head inspecting the hill i have past looking trough the tress and the undergrowth covered from snow, feeling my heart beat faster i not run as i was teached to but i continue to walk a little more faster keeping a rock from the  torrent trying to control my fear feeling myself observed.
Finally following the river i recognize the hills where the camp is hidden far from the sight of hunters of slaves my heart beat more faster as i see that i will reach the safety of the camp soon, is not important that surely i will be punished for the delay in my task what i feel is only the desire to see familiar faces, o warm my body close to the campfire but this desire not let forget to me to hide my tracks in the snow as there can be only the whip if i do a similar mistake... or something much worse.
Slowly , tired and weakened, i lean close a tree trying to retake breathbut surprised  i wince when one hand grab my hair from behind hearing a cold voice whispers with anger “is not time for rest beast.... and learn  to made less noise is one hour i am following you” then as she let my hair she push me hard “in the camp beast!” says the huntress and a smile appear on my face... home at the end.