The gentle breeze that picked up and played with her black locks smelled of the sea and the fruits of the jungle. Rhythmic pounding could be heard as the waves beat against the shore of the island. The musical calls of night birds and other nocturnal creatures sounded as well, creating what some might call a peaceful air that relaxed many.
A mixture of mild annoyance and scorn twisted her face into an ugly look. Where was a storm when you needed it? Where was a battle, where was the scent of the dead, of blood? Nowhere near here. She ran a hand through her hair, taking the time to smooth her face clean of all emotion to leave it blank. What to do? She mused over the question, pondering on what to do as she paced up and down the shoreline of the island. Shells littered the shore but she paid them no mind, the occasional crunch being proof enough when she stepped on one.

There was nothing to do and there was no one here, why had she come? She couldn’t produce a reason and some of her mounting anger was directed towards herself for her stupidity. She turned on a heel when she’d decided that she had gone far enough, bent down and picked up a shell before pacing back the way she’d come. Halfway back up the beach she hurled the shell out into the sea that readily accepted the shell. Almost greedily accepted, she decided. Like the pests who take what isn’t theirs, like those fools beneath who fight for something they’ll never have. She snarled at the thought, at memories of such kind, and she hurled another shell that she’d picked up. Her eyes followed the path of the shell till it was accepted into the watery depths dark with the lack of light. If only it were bodies and such that she was throwing, not seashells. That would make her day—her night rather, considering it was nighttime—much more interesting.. It would probably even help to rid her of the growing anger that pushed down on her mind, almost threatening to send her into the depths of insanity.

“Where is a storm?” Her words, if you could call them that for they sounded much like a hissing wind, were heavily laden with annoyance. “Where is the lightning? And the thunder that sends the small creatures scurrying? Where are the driving rains?”

Tolvear looked up at the night sky and cursed himself loudly, his steps were extremely heavy as they crunched the leaves and other foilage that littered the forest the he was currently sprinting through his keen nose had detected the scent of his new mistress, he had not even met her yet, and he had missed the agreed arrival time.

Tolvear knew nothing of his new Mistress and perhaps once in his life he hoped that she would be slightly sympathic(sp) to him, yet somehow he doubted this very much and he would simply have to live with the concequences of his lazyiness, "never again" Tolvear spoke to himself softly in his deep voice as he took in a deep gulp of air continuing out onto the beach,

Slowed down slightly by the sand as Tolvear kicked it out behind him leaving messy boot marks in his wake Tolvear spotted for the first time his Mistress and stopped only when he was infront of her, he flinched slightly hearing her last words and instantly went down on on knee bowing his head his breathe quick and loud as he was kneeled "Forgive me for my lateness Mistress" Tolvear spoke between pants and he awaited for whatever was to come from his Mistress

Keaira stilled in her movements as Tolvear came to a stop before her, kneeling and bowing his head. She tilted her head to the side, her narrowed gaze surveying him as her mind raced ahead. He was late, that was true, and had kept her waiting which annoyed her. Who was he to keep her waiting?

“Forgiveness might come in time,” She finally replied as she placed her hands upon her hips, still staring down at him though now it was with a rather bored expression. “But,” she added quite suddenly in a cold voice, “You will never dare to keep me waiting again slave, is that understood?” She waited a moment, waiting for him to reply before she would continue. And while she waited, she pondered. ‘A punishment is only fitting, but what? A whipping would be simplest though dreadfully uncreative... What is his name, I wonder?’ Her thoughts had taken a different term and she eyed the lycanthrope before her much like a snaking eyeing it’s newest prey.

“Stand slave.. What is your name?”

Tolvear kept his head bowed not wishing to look up incase she believed him to be challenging her in someway, as the seconds dragged on Tolvear began to wonder what she was thinking of, as she was thinking Tolvear to began to think of punishments,

and uncreativily a whipping seemed to be one of the first, although other thoughts crossed his mind, he believe a dose of poison relieved with the antidote for as many hours as he was late seemed to be the worst of what Tolvear could think of, Physical pain was on thing, yet something that hurt the mind as well as the body was easily much, much worse.

When she finally spoke a slight tensing in Tolvears muscles as he expected something to land between his shoulder blades as she spoke, when she didn't Tolvear raised his head slowly and finally took in her appearance properly her stance none to friendly.

Her voice alone seemed enough for Tolvear to try extra hard never to displease her again, "No Mistress, I apologise Never again will I be late." Tolvear spoke his deep voice meek displaying his postion as far below that of Keaira's

As he was comanded Tolvear brought himself to his feet he stood with his hands folded neatly behind his back "My name is Tolvear, Mistress" Tolvear replied quickly as he stood not wishing to keep her waiting unsure whether she would punish him for taking to long to reply, and. not wishing to find out.

“No Mistress, I apologize Never again will I be late,” the man before her spoke, his deep voice sounding meek. She studied him thoughtfully, silently but nodded and waited for his next answer. When it too came she nodded again.

“Very well Tolvear.. My name is Keaira,” she added for one reason or another, “But you will refer to me as Mistress Keaira or just Mistress.” She placed her hands behind her back as he had done, walking a few paces in one direction before turning back. She continued her movements, pacing back and forth before him as she thought, and then as she spoke.

“I feel the need to set a few... ground rules, so to speak. Any possessions you might have and you yourself are mine, if you think to run away I will hunt you down and I will cut off a body part for every attempt. You will do whatever I say, if you disobey me in anyway I will punish you as I see fit and depending upon my moods.” She presented him with an almost sickingly sweet smile before continuing, “If you follow my orders then I can be nice... Or as nice as I can be, but if you don’t I can make you wish you were never born. More rules will be added at later dates,” she added as she came to a halt, standing before him once more.
She reached out with her right hand and began to, almost gently, stroke his face before she slapped his cheek. The slap itself wasn’t all that hard but her talon-like nails had left a set of claws marks. She retrieved her hand, sniffing at the few drops of his blood that covered her nail-tips before licking them off.

“Lovely,” she smirked before turning and striding up the beach. “Come Tolvear.”

Tolvear's eyes were focused on his Mistress yet slightly lowered as to not challenge her for rank as she spoke her name Tolvear muttered it softly intended for himself although he was unsure whether she heard him or not.

Tolvear nodded his head showing that he understood "Of course Mistress". Tolvear spoke as his eyes followed her movements. Tolvear himself didn't move so much as a muscle knowing that he wasn't commanded to, it was always the small freedoms that most slaves forget about, But Tolvear had been around alot longer and knew better.

Tolvear listened as she labbelled the rules and his body stiffened and his hand went to the sword at his hip. it was perhaps the one thing Tolvear would never give up. Tightening his grip on the sheathed sword Tolvear frowned though dared not say anything to oppose her.

The smile she presented Tolvear with made him flinch ever so slightly in fear. Tolvear then slowly nodded his head "I understand" Tolvear spoke softly. and drew himself up as her hand came into contact with his cheek it was all he could do not to move away. and finally when she slapped him his head jerked in the opposite direction sharply before he turned back to face her he felt the burning of the slap and the trickling of blood as it slowly came out of the marks she had left.

Tolvear dared not touch his face and so he stood still arm still laced behind his back as he watched her lick his blood he shuddered slightly at her hoping that sampling his blood would not become common practice.

Tolvear then followed her easily up the beach his longer legs keeping pace with ease and he tilted his head in curiousity "Mistress.. where are we going?" Tolvear asked in his normal deep voice his senses had led him here. he was still new to the lands and didn't know where much was.

If she noticed his slight shudder, she said nothing on the matter. She herself was not a vampire, and nor did she need to really drink from others.. It was merely habit that had her taste his blood, not thirst.
At his question, she did not even pause but merely continued forward. A few moments of silence passed before she finally spoke.
“There is something I seek on this island.. Once it is acquired, then we shall leave.” She cast a glance at him over her shoulder as she spoke before returning her gaze ahead. “It may take a few days to find so we will stay in a camp. It is to this camp that we a headed.”
She let silence reign once more as she retreated into her thoughts, paying small attention to Tolvear or to the area around them. ‘It may take many days to find the plant.. And even longer to harvest it.’ A frown marred her face but she still said nothing aloud. ‘This poison had better be as potent and strong as I’ve been told.. I would just hate for someone to find out the hard way that I don't take well to lies.’
They had left the beach by then, moving through the tropical undergrowth and continuing on that course for the span of short period of time. Their destination came into view soon enough; the small fire in the center casting a glow on everything else. The camp itself was set up with only the barest of the essentials. There was the fire and a few blankets but not much else other than, of course, the large snake that had coiled up beside the fire to sleep.

ooc: I apologize, the post isn't that good.. --; My muse seems to have left me.

Helix, while walking along looking for food he overheard the two talking. as he listened he climbed a near by tree to wait and see what would happen next