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Lyric (*, *)
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Sexual Orientation: Straight/Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single


Updated: 2017-11-08 8:25:22 pm Viewed 1,624 times Likes 9

this is a roleplay profile...pictures are what I, the typist, see My character as.  Curious about the typist, ask and I will link to photos.

I've been destroyed before and I will be damned if I let another man in far enough to hurt me.  I take care of myself, and things work out just fine that way! I have friends who I would trust with my life, who i know will keep me safe, and I will dothe same for them..  If your a stranger, dont expect the same trust!

 

 

 

 

Do not interact with me like you know which class of person I am until you rp with me.  That being said....I am a Panther, one of the old from msn days.  I love to roleplay, and I try to roleplay to the rules of the home I am in.  However, I will not honor a force cage/collar/whatever  just because you "see" I am a panther.  Play right or dont play at all.  Any questions, ask away, I am an open book.

​THIS IS A GOR PROFILE

Verna looked down upon me. “You wished to take us as slaves,” she said, “it is you who have been taken slave.”

I looked up at her in horror. I pulled at the thongs.

“Shave him,” she said.

I fought, but two girls held my head, and Mira, laughing, with a small bowl of lather and a shaving knife, shave the two-and-one-half-inch degradation
stripe on my head, from the forehead to the back of my neck.

“You are now well marked,” said Verna, “as a man who has fallen to women.” Hunters of Gor, page 137

From Hunters of Gor page 300-301, Verna turns down Marlenus of Ar to be his Free Companion and Ubara of Ar, as observed by Tarl Cabot:


"The throne of Ubara," he said, "is empty."

They looked at one another.

"Thank you," she said, "Ubar."

"I will have all arrangements made," he said, "for your investiture as Ubara of Ar."

His men gasped. My men could not speak. I, too, was struck with silence.

To be Ubara of Ar was the most glorious thing to which a woman might aspire. It meant that she would be the richest and most powerful woman on Gor, that armies and navies, and tarn cavalries, could move upon her very word, that the taxes of an empire the wealthiest on Gor could be laid at her feet, that the most precious of gems and jewelries might be hers, that she would be the most envied woman on the planet.

"I have the forests," she said.

Marlenus could not speak.

"It seems," he said, "that I am not always victorious."

"No," she said, "Marlenus, you have been victorious."

He looked at her, puzzled.

"I love you," she said. "I loved you even before I knew you, but I will not wear your collar and I will not share your throne."

"I do not understand," he said. I had not thought, ever, to see the Ubar, as he stood there, looming over this woman, whom he might, did he choose, seize and own, but standing there numb, not understanding.

"You do not understand," said she, "because I am a woman."

He shook his head.

"It is called freedom," she said.

Panther girls hold slave girls in great contempt, and treat them with great cruelty. Slave girls, many of whom have been forced to yield themselves totally
to a man, are an object of hatred to panther girls. They represent what the panther girl most fears and hates, her sex. Many slave girls, particularly if
broken to the collar, find men extremely attractive, and are eager to serve intimately those they find most pleasing. Panther girls, whose life is predicated
on the hatred of men, are not likely to look leniently on such women. The slave girl, of course, is given no choice but to be feminine, to be a female.
Strangely this is not regarded as relevant by panther girls. That a girl may have fought to the last moment with the last ounce of her strength to avoid
being conquered is of not interest to the panther girl. That she has been conquered is all that counts to them. That her owner had given her no choice
but to yield totally is not considered. The panther girl understands only when it is she herself who has been captured and taught her womanhood, only
when it is she herself who finds herself in the strong arms of a man who, with or without her consent, makes her wholly feminine, who forces her to yield
to him, who is her conqueror. Hunters of Gor, page 201, 202

It would gratify me, and give them a most humiliating memory to carry with them into their slavery, that they, the entire band, had been taken by a mere
handful of males. They might be panther girls, but they were only women. We would take them easily. Hunters of Gor, page 118, 119


I saw a woman, in the brief skins of the panther women, turn and approach me.

She wore ornaments of gold, an armlet, and anklet, a long string of tiny, pierced, golden cylinders looped four times about her neck.

At her belt was a sleen knife.

She stood over me. She looked down upon me. Her legs were shapely. She was marvellously figured.

I pulled at the thongs on my wrists and ankles. My feet and arms had been tied separately, widely apart. I was stretched between four stakes. Several
bands of binding fiber fastened each limb to its heavy stake. The stakes were notched to prevent the fiber from slipping. I could scarcely feel my hands
and feet. I was well secured. I had been stripped.

She looked down upon me.

She carried a light spear.

I turned my head to one side.

With the blade of her spear she turned my head so that I must again face her.

“Greetings, Slave,” she said.

I did not speak to her.

She looked down upon me, and laughed.

I, her captive, hated her.

Yet she did not permit me to take my eyes from her. The blade of her spear made me face her.

“Am I so difficult to look upon?” she asked.

She was one of the most exciting beautiful women I had ever seen.

I resented the brief, tight skins which concealed her from me.

Her blond hair, unbound, swirled below the small of her back. Her blue eyes, regarded me, contemptuously.

“No,” I said, “it is not difficult to look upon you.”

She was magnificent. She might have been bred from pleasure slaves and she-panthers. She was sinuous and arrogant, desirable, dangerous, feline. I
had little doubt that she was swift of mind. She was surely proud and haughty. She was lithe. She was perhaps two inched taller than the average
Gorean woman, and yet, due to the perfections of her proportions, as vigorous and stunning as a girl bred deliberately in the slave pens for such
qualities. Hunters of Gor, page 127, 128

My profile pic was a gift from brida, and I absolutely love it!!  The larl shown in the picture goes by the name "kitkat" and is always with Me.

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