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It's never personal ooc. Ever. Anything read in this journal is private. There is a lot of chatter about me, please keep it up! It is incredibly flattering! Xia has posed as a slave, as a merchant, as a daughter and as a paid whore. She has been a spy for Cos, for the Ubar and for a General. She has cheated, stolen, lied and manipulated. No one in Port Kar has any idea who she is or what she is. While her face was seen there.. it has never been seen by the public of Cos. Crossing is so out of season. Gor was often black and white but it is the shades of gray we add that keep us coming back for more.

Dare to be different.

Happy Playing.Xia

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Beneath the Skin

“There have been great societies that did not use the wheel, but there have been no societies that did not tell stories.” —Ursula K. LeGuin

Game. Set..... Match?

Wednesday, April 22, 2009


Lucien returned last night and I was pleased to see him. He is my only companionship and I have been lonely in his absence. I was waiting for him in the estate rose gardens, I did not mean to act as happy as I did. He asked me if anything had happened while he was away and I answered him honestly.

"How should I know? No one would tell me if it did and I am unable to leave."

So he graciously gave me guards so I could where I wished. Thirty men at my disposal. Thirty fucking men. How did he even find that many men willing to deal with me? How much was he paying all of them? And was this all just a cleverly designed trick to keep me locked up in the house, under his thumb? I could understand if it was, I could admire the wiseness of that decision.

When I pressed him about the guards that's when he said the last thing I'd expected to hear....

"I'd raze cities for you, Xianthe."

My face flushed and I was left speechless as he kissed me. His arms slid around my waist and tightened there as if to punctuate his words. I closed my eyes and let the weight of that small statement settle in my belly.

Later when he lay sleeping beside me, I watched him, so calm and relaxed. My fingers brushed a dirty blond curl from his face. The stakes were being raised little by little in the game of us. My rules were being rewritten.

I was gone by the time he woke and for a hand or so afterwards I avoided him. We met for meals of course, but those were often such political affairs that I did not have to speak to him. I could feel him watching me though, his gaze was heavy on me, it slithered around me like snakes. It took all I had not to meet it.

"I'd raze cities for you, Xianthe."

I will never forget.

Posted by Xianthe at 6:10 AM  

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