(05/22/12 09:13:52 )
~ nar rakasa~ {Razi-AA}~ clad kajira P~
* Plains of Southern Gor, Tuchuk, ROG *
: enters the lands of the Tuchuk
(05/22/12 09:19:42 )
~ nar rakasa~ {Razi-AA}~ clad kajira P~
* Plains of Southern Gor, Tuchuk, ROG *
[TUCHUK]
-=Cooking Fires=-
Where slaves prepare food and drink.
says to ALL: watching the hustle and bustle around the cooking fires nodding my approval to robyn whom had now taken full control of the cooking we just discussed the menus for the Frees meals smiling happily thinking of the chores to be accomplished giggling atleast she will not be crawling under wagons today getting all dirty dusty form the ground she had a slither along and covered in globs of grease as she greased the waon wheels and axles tossing the long wavy luxriant maned head
(05/22/12 09:22:56 )
~ nar rakasa~ {Razi-AA}~ clad kajira P~
* Plains of Southern Gor, Tuchuk, ROG *
[TUCHUK]
-=Cooking Fires=-
Where slaves prepare food and drink.
says to ALL: (at the chill pit ) shivering this was not her favorite place to enter she was not fond of spiders and creepy crawlies at all and the incident the other night of having a spider lurking and nestling in this girl's hair grrrr shuddering did not help stretching and leaning forward pulling on the ropes slowly he canvas rose up the poles buckling leaving the dank dark entrance wide open
(05/22/12 09:31:46 )
~ nar rakasa~ {Razi-AA}~ clad kajira P~
* Plains of Southern Gor, Tuchuk, ROG *
[TUCHUK]
-=Cooking Fires=-
Where slaves prepare food and drink.
says to ALL: the warm sun on her back sighing peering inside long streaming rays filtering their way down into the chill pit .. the damp cool air rising to greet and envelope this girl slowly descending the steps ginglerly being slippery in the early morning treading with care her petite body tense slowly moving down into the bowels of the urth shivering as each step the icy finger of the pit grabbed crawling swirling around this one producing shivers coursing through her body plump goosey bumps rising covering the once satiny skin
heaving a sigh of relief wrapping arms across the full breast barely covered by the leather chatka bare feet toes curling like talons into the damp urth of the pit this girls moved down the aisle of shelves finding the buckets of covered milk grunting lil groans lifting down one in each hand not wasting any more time down in the pit turning with her load back to the steps .... shivers from the cold racked her shaking petite body fingers and lips were turning blue cold was not an element this one enjoyed
(05/22/12 09:36:25 )
~ nar rakasa~ {Razi-AA}~ clad kajira P~
* Plains of Southern Gor, Tuchuk, ROG *
[TUCHUK]
-=Cooking Fires=-
Where slaves prepare food and drink.
says to ALL: trudging with great care back up the steps not wishing to spill the precious milk head coming out of the whole being greeted by the warmth of the sun letting out a soft awwwww finally standing in the sunlight gatheriing the warmth into her lilthsome body placing the buckets down releasing the rope cord of the canvar with a flurry comes tumbling down covering the chill pit and escaping cold smiling squirming slowly the goosey bumps disappears she moand sensing the perky erect nipples pressing against the fabric still of the chatka ....shaking tossing her head sighing leaning over picking up the buckets waddling with her heavy load to the supply wagon
(05/22/12 09:47:25 )
~ nar rakasa~ {Razi-AA}~ clad kajira P~
* Plains of Southern Gor, Tuchuk, ROG *
[TUCHUK]
-=Cooking Fires=-
Where slaves prepare food and drink.
says to ALL: ascending the steps of the supply wagon struggling with the two heavyly laden buckets on reaching the plateform arms aching being stretched from their socket moaning with pain whimpering crossing arms over this girl's breats rubbing the aching upper arm muscles shaking wildly as she did giggling muttering to herself about being to small sighing she would manage as she always did that ws her a survivor
the flap of the wagon was puller up and gathered settled on the peg dancing into the shade of the wagon down the middle aisle to the back having seen the wooden butter churn when cleaning the wagon ...eyes light up pulling dragging the churn down the aisle and outside on the plateform into the dapple sunshine winding it's way throught the gathering clouds
(05/22/12 09:56:52 )
~ nar rakasa~ {Razi-AA}~ clad kajira P~
* Plains of Southern Gor, Tuchuk, ROG *
[TUCHUK]
-=Cooking Fires=-
Where slaves prepare food and drink.
says to ALL: (at the serving wagon ) dancing down the supply wagons steps bounding up the serving wagons steps and inside the welcomeing cool of the inside prancing across the floor to the wash basin dunking washing both and throughtly humming away to herself lil feet tapping to the spritly tune rinseing hand dry patting on the hanging rep cloth reaching for a clean rep cloth and small bowl filling with enough warm water nar gayly dances back into the sunlight down the steps flying up to the plateform of the supply wagon and the awaiting butter churn
(05/22/12 10:04:56 )
~ nar rakasa~ {Razi-AA}~ clad kajira P~
* Plains of Southern Gor, Tuchuk, ROG *
[TUCHUK]
-=Cooking Fires=-
Where slaves prepare food and drink.
says to ALL: winceing face as the butter churn if pulled out onto the plateforn scraping chuling sounds on the wood grating this girl's teeth
grabing the frayed rep cloth from the small basin of warm water wringing out tiny hands twisting and turning , she wipes the cob webs and dust from the wooden butter churn first inside cheking is clean and does not have any lil residents giggling to herself as she work cleaning and wiping inside and out side pulling a box from inside the wagon out stepping up lifting the churns lift gaping inside stretching on tip toes grunting moaning as half her body disappears inside the churn
slumping down with a whew twisting the long manr out of the way well atleast the churn was clean and would make easier work for butter making thanking whom ever it had belong to
(05/22/12 10:13:21 )
~ nar rakasa~ {Razi-AA}~ clad kajira P~
* Plains of Southern Gor, Tuchuk, ROG *
[TUCHUK]
-=Cooking Fires=-
Where slaves prepare food and drink.
says to ALL: (at the supply wagon ) she unlatches the small plate in the barrel at the top end , carefully pouring the thick cream from the buckets into the barrel of the churn . setting the bucket down to be cleaned looking around seeing none around stripping of the chatka sighing as the sun and cool breeze kissing her heated flesh. tossing back her head relishing this moment and freedom this girl sits down on the box wishing she had that stool thinking she would now have to make for herself then grasps the handle of the crank slowly begins turn it. voilet eyes scanning the camp and plains as cream is churned
(05/22/12 10:18:53 )
~ nar rakasa~ {Razi-AA}~ clad kajira P~
* Plains of Southern Gor, Tuchuk, ROG *
[TUCHUK]
-=Cooking Fires=-
Where slaves prepare food and drink.
says to ALL: the crank turns for some time with ease, her mind wanders as she does the mundane task. she begins to hum a lively little tune, this one's soft voice barely heared over the noise of the churn... when her arm tires she swings her feet around to the other side of the box and begins to work the churn with the other hand slowly feeling the sweat coating this girl's hight astrocratic forehead droplets sliding down her neck and under the loose steel collar sighing her hand slides up to the nape of girl's neck then lifting the thick tresses off neck and back
(05/22/12 10:30:10 )
~ nar rakasa~ {Razi-AA}~ clad kajira P~
* Plains of Southern Gor, Tuchuk, ROG *
[TUCHUK]
-=Cooking Fires=-
Where slaves prepare food and drink.
says to ALL: (at the supply wagon ) pushing the crank one last turn with a grunt knowing the cream has become buttle. she unlatches the lil plate and peeks inside. rising from the box then goes to the shelves for a bowl and large ladel inside the wagon scoops the butter into the bowl leaning into the barrel lil legs at one point kicking in the air giggling at her self grunting scooping out the last renements of the curned butter into the bowl beaming well pleased with this girl's efforts covering it with a rep cloth and carries the bowl to the chill pit sighing as she decends once again into that dark cold dank cavern shivering and quivers when the cold air caresses her sweat slick skin placeing the bowl of butter on the designated shelf, scampering back out to the warmth of the day
rushing to the cooking fires for a kettle of hot water lifting the steaming kettle, carrying it carefully to the churn. pouring the hot water into the barrel. tilting the churn as she swishes the water about. she picks up the churn, scraping across to the edge of the plateform tugging , unlatching the barrels door pouring the buttery water into the buckets for this could be used to feed other beasts nothing was ever wasted in a Tuchuk camp breathing hard with her efforts slumping down smacking dry lips gulping the parched throat she would have some water after wards
(05/22/12 10:39:50 )
~ nar rakasa~ {Razi-AA}~ clad kajira P~
* Plains of Southern Gor, Tuchuk, ROG *
[TUCHUK]
-=Cooking Fires=-
Where slaves prepare food and drink.
says to ALL: funny how this girl had forgot her almost naked state doing the task.. the butter churn now clean and ready for another making of butter tugging and dragging the churn back inside the wagon places the churn back in it's corner. crouches and picks up the box ,returning it back against the wall giving a thanks for it's help giggling at thanking a box shaking her silly head
this girl goes back to the serving wagon and wash basin dipping into the now cooled water dunking washing her sticky slick slippery hands sighing moving to the brazier pickking up the warm kettle adds it to the cooler water . crouching down she scoops some soap flakes into the warm water and washes her hands smiling this time now being clean and the sweat fomr brow drying them, she dawns her silks then turns as she hears a noise~
(05/22/12 10:45:26 )
~ nar rakasa~ {Razi-AA}~ clad kajira P~
* Plains of Southern Gor, Tuchuk, ROG *
[TUCHUK]
-=Cooking Fires=-
Where slaves prepare food and drink.
says to ALL: turning around quickly donning the kalmak shivering wondering what had startled her poised all ready to ppunce eyes lurking around the dark recesses of the wagon jumping back seeing a small furry creature scampering out side ..sighing with relief it must be one of Master's small sleen her mentions ... patting the long wavy mane leaning over picking up buckets was time to hasten wash the milk buckets on the stream and enjoy the brilliant sunshine
