tavita{E-1}

Greetings. girl is tavita, slave to proud Tuckuk, Master Eochaid. So what to tell of a wanton wench... a wild cat captured by slavers. Master stole her in a raid and kept this unruly one for his own, determined to make kajira of her. Not an easy task achieved, tavita resisted in accepting what she knew burned inside her. Master sent her to train, she studied with a Paravaci slave of uncompromising beauty and grace. That girl is tyiga{BR} first girl of PWC. Under her care she learned much, though in truth, tavita is far from done with her learning. Continuing to work, a mere slave strives to be pleasing in her ways. Fortunate her Tuchuk Master allows her brazen, playful nature. This slave is eager to serve, a warm smile on her lips. She warms her Master's wagon with her sister tehya. Happy now, finally accepting what is she is, what she was, what she always shall be... La Kajira.

~*~ looks up, sapphire eyes shimmer in the light as scarlet lips turn up in a smile... golden tresses dance around a finely featured face, the gold ring in her nose glints in the warm light, soft hands trace over the brand seared into inviting sunkissed thighs ~*~


	Three Oaks Haven ta`mera{D} \| tavita{E-1} \| shaeyna[T] tavita{E-1} Greetings. girl is tavita, slave to proud Tuckuk, Master Eochaid. So what to tell of a wanton wench... a wild cat captured by slavers. Master stole her in a raid and kept this unruly one for his own, determined to make kajira of her. Not an easy task achieved, tavita resisted in accepting what she knew burned inside her. Master sent her to train, she studied with a Paravaci slave of uncompromising beauty and grace. That girl is tyiga{BR} first girl of PWC. Under her care she learned much, though in truth, tavita is far from done with her learning. Continuing to work, a mere slave strives to be pleasing in her ways. Fortunate her Tuchuk Master allows her brazen, playful nature. This slave is eager to serve, a warm smile on her lips. She warms her Master's wagon with her sister tehya. Happy now, finally accepting what is she is, what she was, what she always shall be... La Kajira. ~~ looks up, sapphire eyes shimmer in the light as scarlet lips turn up in a smile... golden tresses dance around a finely featured face, the gold ring in her nose glints in the warm light, soft hands trace over the brand seared into inviting sunkissed thighs ~~