Port Haifa lost a friend and brother this month. Master Raanon of Port Haifa passed ((in RL)). Those who were lucky to know him had many stories. We gathered around to share them at the campfire, and also held a memorial dance in his honor at the kennels where he worked. Thank you Snow for your choreography. Here are some sketches of the event, as well as key quotes from the memorial coffle dance performance.
Master Raanon, we all wish you well in whatever voyages you take next.
Auriel Rex, a lady slaver of Port Haifa speaks. "Attend me, Coffle," said she, "for bondage march." Her hand, the visible signal of preparation, poised over her thigh.
(Narrator: Only in a world where there were true men could there be true women. We tense. Cold steel on our ankles, with its chain.)
Auriel Rex Strikes her right thigh with her open hand, suddenly, sharply.
(Narrator: As the musicians play, we move out, slave girls, on the left foot, that the pace of the march be uniform. We were to honor a fallen Slaver of the House of Khon.)
Auriel Rex Snaps whip, the leather's hiss reverberating in the air, "Snow and Korinne pay tribute to Raanon in a dance!"
ﻜησѡ squeezes eyelids tightly at the hiss of the whip, mind crossing pasangs to a time when the Man was just a traveler resting at the Port Haifa tavern. Jumps at Thais's bark, "Nameless, serve the Master!" A blond brow quirks and with the turn of an ankle she waltzes languidly across the auction block, coffle chain swinging rhythmically in time to the plucking of kalika strings. Willowy arms lift, reaching for the heavens, "Master, come watch us dance," fingers curl inward begging for His presence.
Korinne recounts the slaver’s example taught one day when she was but a numbered bit of flesh. “Master said, ‘Serve with joy in all you do, Six.’” Winding arms weave in alluring succession. “’Even after being whipped, Master?’ Six asked.” Deep within, sadness is compelled to ebb as a curved body rolls forward in sensual display. ‘”*Especially* after being whipped,’ winked our honored slaver.” A well-turned calf is revealed as a flick of her wrist bids the slaver her innermost wish of peace and rest.
ﻜησѡ steps high up on arches, feet crisscrossing the roughly hewed planks, hesitating for but a moment. Head cants, her gaze seeming to regard the painting of Master upon the podium banner and that telltale grin. Soft smile fills out rose-hued lips as if remembering the first time this beast knelt before Him and eyes fell to his boot. Shimmies, breathing in deeply, seeming to inhale the scent of Master’s musk and yielding to the music as fond memories simmer in a slave girl's heart.
Auriel Rex shakes the five strands of the kurt against the wooden floor then snaps it high in the air so the CRACK is heard loudly, "Dance, kajirae! Be pleasing for you are honoring one of our own. Raanon will always... ALWAYS be with us in our hearts."
Auriel Rex Scowls as if demanding more pleasurable dancing, "Now, Vella and Gracie, dance for one of the House Slavers now gone!"
Vella‘s every fiber of her being moves as Master Raanon taught her, proud, graceful and enticing! Delicate hands flutter as a flight of herlits across gorean skies while this slave displays his teachings. Speaking in a soft clear voice “The Master called me His Opus, a great aritist’s final work. His words were wise, witty and frustrating. He would watch as feet would stumble and fall, still urging me forward. He was a good man! Finding good in every kajira!” steps back.
Gracie lissom form flowing gracefully together with the music enraptures the Master with her softly rolling stomach muscles. Eyes closing reminiscing silently to another time, when finding her way to Port Haifa upon arriving a Master, a cane in hand, more hair on his chin then head, did greet. Through the village he guided a shy and scared girl. Warmth and kindness he did exude, his cackling laugh drawing and luring a girl into a steel collar to be nameless for a time. Honored with a number - fourteen - to serve in the House of Khon. Once called Midice, Oriana, then Olga but for an Ehn of time. Kneeling at his boot fed on the knowledge of one so wise. Thought provoking questions asked, demanding a slaves heart to know she is kajira. Lowering her head in respect to the memory of Master Raanon, Slaver of Port Haifa.
Vella's tear stained face glows with love, as this slave moves forward to dance for him once more. Tugs the chains that bind her “ I well remember the night he pledged to this homestone. It was the first I had seen the home stone and he took me with him. As his slave I saw how proud he was of this place and how much joy he found here. I know we will all miss him but I know he loves us all and will always be with us” ramberry coloured lips spread wide bringing dimples out of hiding as the slave stills before them.
Auriel Rex Narrows eyes, discerningly, "Dance for Raanon, Nalani and Dina. Dance as if your lives depend upon it!"
Nalani presses tiny foot hard into the block, slender arms weave through the air as if reaching for the slaver. Achingly she dances as her heart thumps slowly for the master who, in the darkest of times, listened to her confusion and heartbreak, always reminding her she is slave. "Master" she whimpers softly, "You took away the pain so simply...you reminded me to not worry...that the free will decide...you let me show my slave heart....you didn't expect me to think as a free...I can never thank you enough."
Auriel Rex eyes the slaves carefully as they preform for the free. "Yes, like that. Keep dancing!" Hiding the disgust in her voice as the slaves show off their curves, "Dance for Raanon!" Turning lowered head to the side she wipes at the tears that trickle down rosy pink cheek.
Dina 's green eyes show soft shine as the girl brings forth memories of Master Raanon, "when this girl first met him he was very stern and said do you know what it means to be a kajira? "smiles as a tear falls and says"now after this long i do know what it is to be a kajira, Masters words will always be with me, even when i am making tea i always think of him." smiles as she kneels and bends back allowing her curves shine through as the girl dances from her heart and soul.
Nalani tugs at the chain binding her ankle to the others, jingling it loudly as if calling out a sad farewell. Lissome legs bend as she falls to her knees, begging with every beat of a kajira's heart, "I wish you safe paths Master...may the next part of your journey be safe... may you rest peacefully" Nalani silences after wiping away a single tear.
Auriel Rex Turns to the audience, "Raanon, you served the House of Khon well, though your time with us was too short, you touched so many, with your will and words... and whip! Wherever you journey next, may it be all the richer.”
Koardan nods sadly. "Well danced girls. Such a loss."
Auriel Rex stomps slippered foot to the wooden floor, "Well danced, kajirae. He is cackling and smiling somewhere.. with free black wine if he has his way."
Master Raanon, we all wish you well in whatever voyages you take next.
Auriel Rex, a lady slaver of Port Haifa speaks. "Attend me, Coffle," said she, "for bondage march." Her hand, the visible signal of preparation, poised over her thigh.
(Narrator: Only in a world where there were true men could there be true women. We tense. Cold steel on our ankles, with its chain.)
Auriel Rex Strikes her right thigh with her open hand, suddenly, sharply.
(Narrator: As the musicians play, we move out, slave girls, on the left foot, that the pace of the march be uniform. We were to honor a fallen Slaver of the House of Khon.)
Auriel Rex Snaps whip, the leather's hiss reverberating in the air, "Snow and Korinne pay tribute to Raanon in a dance!"
ﻜησѡ squeezes eyelids tightly at the hiss of the whip, mind crossing pasangs to a time when the Man was just a traveler resting at the Port Haifa tavern. Jumps at Thais's bark, "Nameless, serve the Master!" A blond brow quirks and with the turn of an ankle she waltzes languidly across the auction block, coffle chain swinging rhythmically in time to the plucking of kalika strings. Willowy arms lift, reaching for the heavens, "Master, come watch us dance," fingers curl inward begging for His presence.
Korinne recounts the slaver’s example taught one day when she was but a numbered bit of flesh. “Master said, ‘Serve with joy in all you do, Six.’” Winding arms weave in alluring succession. “’Even after being whipped, Master?’ Six asked.” Deep within, sadness is compelled to ebb as a curved body rolls forward in sensual display. ‘”*Especially* after being whipped,’ winked our honored slaver.” A well-turned calf is revealed as a flick of her wrist bids the slaver her innermost wish of peace and rest.
ﻜησѡ steps high up on arches, feet crisscrossing the roughly hewed planks, hesitating for but a moment. Head cants, her gaze seeming to regard the painting of Master upon the podium banner and that telltale grin. Soft smile fills out rose-hued lips as if remembering the first time this beast knelt before Him and eyes fell to his boot. Shimmies, breathing in deeply, seeming to inhale the scent of Master’s musk and yielding to the music as fond memories simmer in a slave girl's heart.
Auriel Rex shakes the five strands of the kurt against the wooden floor then snaps it high in the air so the CRACK is heard loudly, "Dance, kajirae! Be pleasing for you are honoring one of our own. Raanon will always... ALWAYS be with us in our hearts."
Auriel Rex Scowls as if demanding more pleasurable dancing, "Now, Vella and Gracie, dance for one of the House Slavers now gone!"
Vella‘s every fiber of her being moves as Master Raanon taught her, proud, graceful and enticing! Delicate hands flutter as a flight of herlits across gorean skies while this slave displays his teachings. Speaking in a soft clear voice “The Master called me His Opus, a great aritist’s final work. His words were wise, witty and frustrating. He would watch as feet would stumble and fall, still urging me forward. He was a good man! Finding good in every kajira!” steps back.
Gracie lissom form flowing gracefully together with the music enraptures the Master with her softly rolling stomach muscles. Eyes closing reminiscing silently to another time, when finding her way to Port Haifa upon arriving a Master, a cane in hand, more hair on his chin then head, did greet. Through the village he guided a shy and scared girl. Warmth and kindness he did exude, his cackling laugh drawing and luring a girl into a steel collar to be nameless for a time. Honored with a number - fourteen - to serve in the House of Khon. Once called Midice, Oriana, then Olga but for an Ehn of time. Kneeling at his boot fed on the knowledge of one so wise. Thought provoking questions asked, demanding a slaves heart to know she is kajira. Lowering her head in respect to the memory of Master Raanon, Slaver of Port Haifa.
Vella's tear stained face glows with love, as this slave moves forward to dance for him once more. Tugs the chains that bind her “ I well remember the night he pledged to this homestone. It was the first I had seen the home stone and he took me with him. As his slave I saw how proud he was of this place and how much joy he found here. I know we will all miss him but I know he loves us all and will always be with us” ramberry coloured lips spread wide bringing dimples out of hiding as the slave stills before them.
Auriel Rex Narrows eyes, discerningly, "Dance for Raanon, Nalani and Dina. Dance as if your lives depend upon it!"
Nalani presses tiny foot hard into the block, slender arms weave through the air as if reaching for the slaver. Achingly she dances as her heart thumps slowly for the master who, in the darkest of times, listened to her confusion and heartbreak, always reminding her she is slave. "Master" she whimpers softly, "You took away the pain so simply...you reminded me to not worry...that the free will decide...you let me show my slave heart....you didn't expect me to think as a free...I can never thank you enough."
Auriel Rex eyes the slaves carefully as they preform for the free. "Yes, like that. Keep dancing!" Hiding the disgust in her voice as the slaves show off their curves, "Dance for Raanon!" Turning lowered head to the side she wipes at the tears that trickle down rosy pink cheek.
Dina 's green eyes show soft shine as the girl brings forth memories of Master Raanon, "when this girl first met him he was very stern and said do you know what it means to be a kajira? "smiles as a tear falls and says"now after this long i do know what it is to be a kajira, Masters words will always be with me, even when i am making tea i always think of him." smiles as she kneels and bends back allowing her curves shine through as the girl dances from her heart and soul.
Nalani tugs at the chain binding her ankle to the others, jingling it loudly as if calling out a sad farewell. Lissome legs bend as she falls to her knees, begging with every beat of a kajira's heart, "I wish you safe paths Master...may the next part of your journey be safe... may you rest peacefully" Nalani silences after wiping away a single tear.
Auriel Rex Turns to the audience, "Raanon, you served the House of Khon well, though your time with us was too short, you touched so many, with your will and words... and whip! Wherever you journey next, may it be all the richer.”
Koardan nods sadly. "Well danced girls. Such a loss."
Auriel Rex stomps slippered foot to the wooden floor, "Well danced, kajirae. He is cackling and smiling somewhere.. with free black wine if he has his way."
