Quiet in the shadows
he moves.
You hold your
breath feeling eyes upon you but from where you'll ki know until it's too
late.You consider running but your feet feel like lead and your legs fail
to follow the minds command.You hold your breath and hope he won't see you
but you stand trembling knowing his keen ears can hear the very pounding
of your heart,the whoosh of the warm blood in your veins.
With a run of his tongue over canines,
he can almost taste it. His assassin skills will bring you down before the
breath of your scream can even be drawn. His stealth leaves his girls breathless
and in awe of their powerful Master's strength.
If you are one of the lucky ones to wear his kolar, you are well loved and protected by him as well as his brothers in the Black Caste.
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It was in the middle of a Se`var storm when he was born. Berthed
from a woman of the Physicians caste, his father, a well known Assassin.
It was that day his older brother, the same caste as his father, and his
sister, a collard slave was around to hear his father name him. The name
that was to be known all about the Olni River, from the forests he lived
in to the barrens. That day, he was to be known as Padishar Motox Vatuga,
that day his mother died shortly after his birth. By love and also the order
of his father, his kajira sister took care of him like she was his birth
mother. He grew quickly taking up most of his fathers features, the dark
hair the height and the strength of him but with the steel grey eyes of his
mother. Around the age thirteen he was accepted in the Black Caste by right
of vote. Not to long after his acceptance in the Caste, and developing an
immunity to poison through diluted injections, he took his first contract,
which was to go in disguise, enter the house
with his way
as an Assassin, taking chances for a contract when he needed. Then nothing
was known about him.. where he was born, or why he became the was he is..
he was only known by his middle name Motox. Shar to a chosen few. Known to
be a quiet and morose being he was oft left alone lest someone provoke his
blood thirsty wrath.. which none has when through without a torn limb, if
they were lucky. Within his years a flaxen haired beauty shaylie had made
it her life hope to stay within his grasp..but he found need to sell
her... another Free Woman now named exiann has found her hearts desire
to remain slave and become mother hen to the silkers of his chain.. and his
deadly pit slaves azrael and malinka, once fierce Panther Girls brainwashed
and twisted to suit his darker side they are now his and his girls feral
protecters.. Now he is where he rightfully was born into, back in black,
he is better than ever.. or so is thought as his past seems to visiously
claw from the inside, wanting despritely to return.. A feeling he couldn't
fight, try as he might.. After the tragic death of one he seemed to have
snapped and simply shrunk away from everyone to return, once again, to the
forests.. Within he lived, content once again in his rightful domain.. His
feral hunting skills carnally renewed he returned yet again, indecisive perhaps,
but now back within the state he left so long ago.. he known again by his
rightful name of Padishar.
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