Welcome to Gaia! ::

~Don't look for me come daybreak~

The front drive is one mile long and enters a seventy acre park in the middle of which sits the castle. Trees dot the grass and there are trees surrounding the grounds, which are grazed on by a by sheep, horses and the other animals owned by the household.

In winter the rivers flood to create a wildlife sanctuary, a seven mile long lake at the back of the castle, upon which thousands of wild birds come to feed.

Entering the castle through the main gate, you enter the Great Hall, a massive room, two stories high. As well as a quiet place to be, the Great Hall is used for large parties and formal occasions.

The main guard is at the bottom of the Manor, with walls up to 12 feet thick. To one side is a small chapel, with a spiral staircase leading up to all floors of the Manor — over 100 feet high at the roof. The main guard is now the dining room with a large, almost ‘walk in’ fireplace.

Moving beyond the main guard into the kitchen and breakfast room, which looks out onto its own kitchen garden. Through the kitchen are a range of other rooms, laundry room, study, storeroom and bathroom.

Going up the main staircase, you come to the library at a mezzanine level, looking out over the great hall. Through the library and into the drawing room, a beautiful paneled room, with views out over the park land on two sides.

The next floor comprises the master bedroom with en suite bathroom and dressing room. There are a further three bedrooms and bathroom at this level.

Down the spiral staircase, you come to a separate suite with bedroom and bathroom, reached by a small corridor built into the wall of the keep. This is were the slaves are kept.

The view from the top of the keep is stunning. Looking out over the parkland, you can see as far as the eye can see.

He followed like a dog, honest and obediant. he did not speak one time and his mind was clear of all thoughts, he did not want to be caught off guard by something she might say while he was distracted by his own thoughts. Looking the castle over whilst he walked he noticed many things but placed them in the back of his thoughts.

He did not speak, his head bowed and his eyes darted far away from her. SMall blood splats on his pants revealed a place for his eyes to stay and not wonder. He did not want to anger her farther by saying something wrong, he would rather anger her by not speaking at all.

"H..He had a gun... If I had let him live he might have tried something." he spoke, but that was not the real reason.. He knew that if the guy had lived past what he was doing, trying to rob the spa, he would have been caught and placed before a fate more painful then death. He veiwed what he did as a release for the man... A release from his host to let his soul out of this world and into limbo, or where ever it might go... Anywhere but here.
As he spoke his melodic voice sounded depressed, and his azure eyes sealed themselves behind lids of skin.

He did not answre, in fact he seemed to tense up when she finished speaking, he would not answer her... Not even if his life depended on it.

“I am but a mere slave, but I feel I need not tell you. Beat me all you may… My reasoning will stay my own.” His demeanor changed, going from almost shy to very confrontational and brash. He said nothing farther and straitened his back up so that he was standing at his full height and his chest was almost sticking out. His eyes glared at her fiercely and did not falter, he was not mad for any reason, but he did not want to listen to her boss him around at the moment.

“Do they tell you about where us slaves are picked up? Did they tell you how I was found?” He question was earnest and his tone almost demeaning, his stance did not change. He was tired, hungry, annoyed, and slightly cold… Although this mistress was pleasant to the eyes, she was not like his old one… The one who’s blood stained his hands. “I do not think you know who I am… More alike… Who I was…” His tone changed, melancholy and depressed… His mind had slipped into a dismal setting.

Food, even the thought of it made his stomach ache painfully. If she did know his past, would she have still bought him? Questions filed his mind as such, and what would she do if he did tell her, “And what would be for dinner?” he honestly did not care, but it might have helped him make a decision as to whether he told her his real reasoning. Not waiting for her to answer, he sat down beside her, if she took this as an insult, he did not care, but he sat down next to her and spoke, “I have been a slave almost all my life, I have seen the pains and tortures that escapees, let alone ones that try committing a crime, are put through when caught… I have been put though these atrocities. I was merely trying to end his suffering in this world, death is a release to us slaves, a freedom that we only have felt as new born… But even that is short lived.” Tempest paused for a moment swallowing a mouth of saliva then continuing, “If he had been caught, his suffering would have been far worse then that of death… I helped him!” Tempest ended his brief speech with those words, then hung his head low as if to cry, but he would not let the tears well in his eyes.
Waiting for her response to his words, he did not tense up, he was not even worried about what she would do… He did not care. His breaths were deep and elongated, his eyes closed, and his shoulders slumped.