One drop. Two dro...

Mouse had come for me in my kennel. I had spent most of the day and part of the night before at the park with the waterfalls pool with the Mystery Man talking of past lives and places I have been as well as he. Just lies and smoke screens because no one needs know who I really am or where I come from.. outside of the here and now. Anyway.. I was resting.. considering getting out of my warm blankets when Mouse came and tugged my ankle to drag me out of bed. When I realized the plan I changed out of the pretty white silks I still wore into something drab and ugly so I wouldnt ruin the good silk and headed down with Mouse to tend the task. Dragging a bucket of soapy water and one of clean water behind me I followed her out the front door to the steps. Blinking I stared at the bloody pool for a moment and was assulted by a flash of strange images so fast that I could not make out the pattern. Swooning a bit I used the door frame to hold myself up before I finally cleared my head. The pool of blood on the steps came from the body still bleeding out laying near by. One thing that came to the forefront of my memory was the brand on the slaves inside bicept. I had seen it before.. if it was in reality or one of the dreams I could not decipher. Dropping to my knees I grabbed the brush and got to work along with Mouse scrubbing up the mess while they dragged the headless body away. There was a nagging in my head after I saw the brand. I kept getting flashes of The Patron's face and men in white robes and blood flowing from the stumps of what used to be necks. Its over whelming really.. I glanced at the bucket as I went to dip my brush and noticed too soon I was putting the bloody brush into the clean water.... A single drop of blood fell in and poluted the whole bucket.. and when a second drop was about to hit the surface I heard it.. faint and more like a rustling then words... " Prepare and beware " Just a whisper on the wind. I shivered and when the brush hit the water I hit the marble.

sweet dreams are made of this

Snakes... and poison.... and potions that make you look and feel dead but in truth you are not. These are the things I have been dreaming of.. My Lady, dreadfully emancipated, her companion alive.. but... different... and me.. in the center with a steel skewer in my neck instead of my arm.. not dead but struggling to rise.. I can not decipher what is real and what is fear because the colors are all washed away and usually my dreams that matter.. are sepia toned.. but this one danced between full vibrant technicolor and sepia.. how can I tell what is real and what is fear? I suppose we shall see in the end.... He has to be alive.. that I can feel in the depth of my being and because of this I am scared.. to death.. for my lady and for myself.. and half the city of Ar as well....

dreams..

I had a dream last night.. in the dream my Lady cries over the death of Xzavier... but in my dream he is not dead. It was an imposter.. and Xzavier is alive, and hiding in a stone manse in the middle of Thassa in an opulent tower. The dream was tinted in sepia tones.. that means it carries the weight of premonition.. perhaps I should seek my Lady and inform her of the dreams before something terrible happens..

Step by little step... It's all in the details....

I was faithful to the requests of my Mistress in the fact that I made sure to have three meals a day laid out for her companion. I wore the most pristine of white silks and made myself available for him every ahn of the day. He never appeared from his rooms or his labs the whole time of my Lady's absence. I did my best to follow her orders.. to speak to him of the punishment she would of had me serve, to try my hand at seducing the unseducable... but alas I spent alot of time attempting to even spot the man with no success. In the times when all the work I could do was done, and Mouse had no need of me.. I was allowed to go into the city, to the clearing and indulge in my pyro side at the fire ring. At one point I ran across someone I never expected to see again.. I saw Siro. He is back in chains it would seem but that has not curbed his personality. When we both wore the collar of the physician back in the day, The Lady Lyra often sent me to Siro's feet as his prize for winning bouts in the sands. Siro being raised how he was.. and being basically wild and feral had it in his head that I was his. He would often horde me off to the side of the room along a pile of furs and guard me like a prized gem. Any move I made to the contrary.. well he would tuck me into a ball beneath him and keep me where he wanted me. At the clearing it was much the same. He was as surprised to see me as I him and it was not long before he noticed me and was on his way to snatch me up into that ball he would have me in at his feet. I was as always drawn to him but I was called to service and him being a slave anew.. I had to go to the man's feet and serve. His handlers had to tarsk-tie him and drag him off so violent he became to be denied " his slave " by the Master whom I served. I have not seen him since.. except in dreams that speak of the past and a dim vision of the future. Sometimes I have those dreams.. I should of listened to them before.. with Hestius.. I would of known the present before it came.. I may of spared myself the stainless steel room.. and being staked upon the lawn of the merchant..Samantha Freely.. So much more.. but I digress...
Details.. you wish details.. There was not alot to describe.. well there is one incident that I am sure you do not wish too much in the details. I was in the falls clearing taking in a bit of Lar Torvis when a man came through the gates and leaned aside the rock I was perched on. I noticed him after a time and offered him a smile and his response was something along the lines of " That must be painful. " He was speaking of the way in which I lounged but I of course took it in a different light. I may be small.. and I might of been dressed in white so pristine an honest initiate could not of looked so pure but you know me better then that Mistress.. my mind is never far from perverted. Regardless he was looking for a place to lay his head while in Ar so I took him to a place I knew of in the Anbar. Once he was given a place to lay his head and some food he was pleased to have a little of me. He was currious of me of course... asked many questions and inquired of my scars and my life.. but in the end all he wanted was to fuck.. and fuck we did. I think for him it was just a matter of releasing tensions.. and contenting himself with a woman after not having had one in a long while with his travels.. for me.. if was a confirmation of sorts.. that I still was desired by men, having fallen into the collar of a woman once more.. the mind set is different for a slave that is held as such. When I woke the morning after he sent me home with a few silvers that I left on the desk of the Patron and the request that while he remains in Ar.. if it pleases those who own me.. perhaps if we cross paths again he might dabble in some conversation and such with your slave. I have not been out except to the market since.. so I do not know if this man is even still in Ar. Anyway.. besides alot of scrubbing and helping in the kitchens, clipping shrubs outside, feeding invisible men, and seducing ghosts.. that is about it... in a nutshell.. if you require more answers you know where to find me my Mistress..