Topic: The Man and The Myth

Kit Rae

Date: 2008-07-29 17:05 EST
She had known many.
Dimi
Lady Kass
Trenton Asu
Arrithon
Talum~Sa
Katterena
Syra
Bart
Natolli
Marcus
Dark Red Rose
Essa
VickiChylde
Taj
Rewmer
Torian
Bishop Devonti
Lockecoldheart
Drakos
Deamon Flagg
Dark Savior
(Dave)
Chari
Shya
Pagan
Ssserpent
OnyaNyte

Just to name a very few. The list was extremely long, much to long to detail here.

She had been married 8 times. Three times to one person, twice to another. Lovers, well, let's not go there.

In all her travels, in all the people, dragons, elves, vampires, and drows that she knew, they all whispered one persons' name.

A slaver.

Cold, evil, calculating was his reputation.
Brutal, a killer, a thief.
Wealthy, powerful, popular.

His presence, many said, was overpowering, magnetic, and controlling.
He was feared, beloved and loathed.

Why hadn't their paths crossed before? Everyone it seemed, knew him, or about him.

Everyone, except for Kit.

The name was :
Brutin

Brutin, Brutin, the very name seemed vile. Brutal, harsh, unappealing. It was a name that did not roll off of the tongue, but rather spat out.

Brutin

She wanted to meet this Brutin. She needed to meet this Brutin.

Her mind was made up. She would meet this.......Brutin.

She sat at her desk, in her humble, yet comfortable cottage, writing a simple missive to the stranger..

The Man and The Myth

My Dear Lord:

I have heard much about you, and if it would please you, I would like to meet you. I would like to find out for myself, if you are a Man, or simply a Myth.
I humbly await your reply.
Regards,


Kitera Raenoir.

Kit Rae

Date: 2008-07-31 14:05 EST
"Kitera, I am begging you, please don't go." Trenton's voice trembled at her news of going to see Brutin.

"Why not father? What is the big deal?" "He's just a person and I really want to see what all the buzz is about."

"He's a slaver, Kit, he is a monster. He does unspeakable things to women in his keep."

Trenton was beside himself. She had never seen him so agitated. She had never caused him any grief. This was new to him, from her.

"Father, you are a slaver, aren't you? You yourself have slaves. Why is it okay for you, and not for him?"

"He will collar you Kitten, possibly kill if you do not please him. I don't treat slaves the way he does."

Tired of the argument, she rubbed her temples slowly. Hazel eyes swept over the bed, trying to decide which dress to wear to the meeting.

"I love you deeply Trenton, but it is naught for you to judge when you have not yourself witnessed any crimes. You cannot be so critical of someone else, when you practice the same things."

Turning her back to him, she lifted up a simple black dress. It was not low cut, respectable length.

"What do you think Trenton? Is this acceptable?"

Defeated, his voice barely a whisper.

"It's beautiful Kitten. Be careful please."

"I love you Kit".

Kit Rae

Date: 2008-07-31 14:27 EST
She found herself outside of his door, hesitant. Smoothing the dress down with her palms, partly to smooth the dress down, partly to rid her palms of the sweat. She was so nervous. She had no idea what to do, or say once she parted the doors and went inside. She would have to "wing it".

Letting out a sigh, reaching one hand up to her throat, touching the pearl strand resting there, the other hand tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she entered the room.

The first thing she noticed, was there were about 12 people in the room. The room was neat and orderly. Large pillows were heaped about. Lounges and easy chairs occupied. It was a full room, which only added to her nerves.

Hazel eyes swept across the occupants, no one really taking notice of her entrance. A few reconizable faces were sprawled across the pillows, her sister Rina near the front of the room, wearing a large straw hat upon her head.

She marveled at all the beautiful faces and bodies in the room. She herself was not a beauty. Plain features, full figured, hidden sensibly under the black dress. She was not a skinny minny, or had long locks trailing down her back. She felt slightly jealous.

Slaves were either kneeling besides their masters or serving refreshments to the occupants.

Brutin sat at a large oaken desk near the middle of the room. A long leather whip rested beside his hip, chains and shackles off to the right on the wall. Resting against his large cherry colored leather chair, a weapon of some sort. It had looked like it had been used quite often, char marks on the end of it. She would find out later, it was the infamous blaster he was so fond of using.

Approaching the man, her low heels clicking softly on the pink marble floor, he looked up suddendly from his papers before him. He didn't seem to notice or really care about all the others in the room.

First thing she noticed about him was his piercing blue eyes. The seemed to bore into her, but she shook that off. She was not about to lose her resolve now, and a steely gaze was not going to shake her. His manner of dress was impeccable, of course. His hair, dark brown, was gently swept aside, but clipped short.

She heard a few whispers at her approachment of him. "What is she doing here?" "He's gonna collar her." "I'd laugh if he slit her throat for coming in here like that." "Pearls? that is such a fashion faux pas, what's she thinking?"

Ignoring the voices and whispers, she stepped up to his desk, holding out her hand to him, palm upwards. Not to shake hands, not to grasp his, but as an offering to him.

His gaze turned to surprise at this gesture, he took her hand and led her to middle of the room.

They danced, a slow dance, he leading her around the room, in their musicless waltz.

He was confused, she could feel it. She had not said a single word. She did not press her body against him in sexual overtures, she didn't stay at arms length. She just enjoyed their simple dance.

When he was finished, he led her back to his desk, sat in his chair, and looked at her with inquisitive eyes.

She turned on her heels, eyes straight for the door before her, and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Leaning against the closed door, her hand feeling her heart beat rapidly against her chest, lowered her head, and smiled faintly.

Kit Rae

Date: 2008-07-31 16:55 EST
" I Liked It"

Three little words on the paper, delivered to her door within the hour of their dance by the burly guard.

"I Liked It"

Three little words that in that time and space, were the most powerful words she had ever seen.

A week had passed by since their meeting. Trenton was so relieved that nothing had happened to her, but she decided that next time, she was not going to confide in him her doings.

A week had passed since those three little words, stuck now upon her mirror on her dressing table, amidst pictures of her children and past husbands and mates. It was a special place, a place of memory.

Time had allowed her freedom in a weeks time to make another visit to him. One could tell a lot from a dance, but it was time to deepen the visit. Monsters didn't usually dance, and let you live to tell about it.

She went again to his office, the night wonderfully cool and crisp. The chill bringing a crimson hue to her cheeks, offsetting the hazel eyes.

Entering the office again, she noticed there were not as many people as before. She sat down in an overstuffed easy chair, fixing her dress, pulling it down so there was no exposure. Imagination was more exciting, enticing than letting everything hang out, in her estimation.

His presence was commanding, egnigmitic, arrogant, and egotistical. He exuded confidence.

The ones that were in the office, were wining and complaining to him. He listened to their complaints one by one, issued orders, and they still didn't seem happy even when he did what they asked.

She sat there, listening, watching, waiting.

She didn't say a word and one by one, they all trailed out of his office, either happy with his help or still complaining at his non-help.

When he finally took notice of her, he smiled at her. "What can I do for you?"

"Who says I have to want something?" She replied, again fixing her dress.

"Everyone wants something". Shrugging at his words. "What do you want?"

"I don't want anything, just to meet you, and I have." "I did, and we danced." " You are not what I thought you would be, what others say about you."

"I have noticed, that yes, many people want something of you, from you or a piece of you." " I want nothing"

He started to talk, holding her gaze, probably still trying to gage her reaction, looking for any sort of betrayal of motive from her, which there was none.

Their conversation deepened, she listened, not interrupting his speech for hours. It was as if a dam had opened, and she welcomed his flood. It seemed good for him, to talk to a stranger that had no interest or other intent toward him. They talked until the dawns light when she finally had to go.

Her parting words to him before she left for the dawn.

"I have nothing to offer you Brutin. I have only an ear, a shoulder, and words when you seek them from me. I want nothing from you, nothing at all."

When she returned home, their night tumbled around in her mind, replaying itself over and over.

Brutin
The man who had everything.
Money
Wealth
Power
Women falling at his feet
Men dying to serve him

She realized in that moment, he had everything, constantly surrounded by people, never alone.

He was Lonely