~ Break These Chains & Set Me Free~ rp O/A (Needs Masters)

[Desiree Zoe Nightshade]

Desiree' smiled over at the boy and gave a quick nod. "Yeah, just hurt my neck a little...." She said fiddling with the collar. Her firey ruby eyes followed her master back up the line and onto another row. "Hate to burst your bubble Hon but these things are everything proof, I've tried a million times....." She said leaning closer to the cool metal bars letting them cool her back.

[5imi]

Chet nodded to her, showing her that he understood that they were impossible to take off but he still continued to pull angrily until he fell back over again. Chet grumbled to himself but still laid there on the ground. He liked the coolness of the ground on his back. He long white tail swished back and forth sweeping the ground. He looked rather awkward laying there on the ground with all limbs almost folded against his chest and his butt against the main link of the chains.

((We needs people, lol))

[Desiree Zoe Nightshade]

Dez giggled when he fell over again. "Thats cute..." She snickered then looked up at the guard. "Wanna see something funny?" SHe asked with a mischevious smile playing across her lavender lips. A small ball of fire formed in her hand, there was no way she could hold it for any longer then a minute.

((Yeah majorly))

[96shabobo69]

Emily Smith ♥

Hearing the talking between the few that were even in the shop. She smiled and laughed for a moment. One had a mouth, the other seemed quite content and kind. Sadly it seemed that he would be a push over. Emily had not decided if she wanted to have a trouble maker or something easy. She slighed as she walked up to the girl in the cage and then looked over at the male, one with cat ears and the other with teeth. Emily like the teeth slightly more then the fur, she really wasn't that interested.

She stood there and thought to her self and looked at her driver, which had followed her around the whole time. She turn her face and looked down at the girl "What would I do with you?" say said with no emotion on her face. Her blonde hair touched the floor as her knees bent. Her dress still slightly off the ground, to say the least it was quite short. She pushed her hair behind her shoulders and looked carefully at the girl. She heard her and the shop keeper going and thought she might as well meet some of the slaves. Even if she had no intention(sp)leaving with one.

[5imi]

Chet's attention was immediately snatched up by the female that wandered back to them and she was know eying Desiree'. He shot up on he hands and knees, thanks to how close Kimra had chained his bonds to the ground. He bared his kitty fangs and laid his snowy white ears back as his tail frizzed out. "HIIISSSS!!" Chet loud out multiple loud hisses and angry meows. His small claws batted against the bars of the cage.

[Desiree Zoe Nightshade]

The ball of fire vanished from her hand and she glared up at the woman. "Nohting...plus you wouldn't want me I'm disobedient, cocky, and don't want to be owned like your little pet." She said her bleach white fangs glowing in the light. Her ruby eyes staring up at her they gave off a hint of fire as she did so.

[Daniisaurr_x]

★.....................Eℓℓα Wαℓкεя

When I was younger I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind. He broke his own heart
and I watched as he tried to reassemble it...♪

||Eℓℓα|| yawned silently, not wanting to draw attention to herself. She shook her head to wake herself up and her silky blonde hair tumbled to the bottom of her back. Letting out a soft sigh she began threading her fingers through her hair to plait it. She opened out her stunning wings, they started aching after being folded up for hours.

Ella diverted her sky blue eyes away from her hair to examine the shop. She was growing sick of the same atmosphere, the slaves chained to the crumbling wall, the rich masters with smug expressions as they sneered at the imprissioned ones. She began to feel out of place in this shop, she was like a porcelain doll which made her, unfortunatly, stand out in the shabby shop. She moved her small hand down from her hair to the bottom of her babydoll dress, running a finger along the material at the bottom of her dress. She didn't dare look up, fearing if she did look up she would be looking into the eyes of a glaring Master.

My momma swore that she would never let herself forget
and that was the day that I promised I'd never sing of love
If it does not exist...♪

[Nienna Bartuc]

✖✖✖ A z r e a l
D e m o n i c S l a v e

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S h e i s m y [ S i n ]

As the day went on that surely meant more darker customers would be coming soon. This was how things usually went. They'd come in and inspect the slaves as if they all cattle. So were the laws of the Slave Market. Currently there was only a few customers roaming around the slave shop floor, stopping every so often to inspect the slaves within. Some slaves played along, trying to be bought, while others showed spite and anger, trying to turn the customers away. Azreal was rather aloof when it came to customers. Unless they were ugly...Then he could become quite cruel.

Azreal was in a slightly larger cage, considering he was of higher pedigree than most of the rabble that went through the shop. He was an incubus, a son of Luxuria or Lust as the sin was called. It was rather tragic to find the demon in such a position; but Azreal refused to speak of exactly how it had happened. Perhaps the incubus was far too vain and prideful to talk of such weaknesses. It was unbecoming of a demon and Azreal refused to lower his status...even if he was nothing more than a slave. He had gone through several masters thus far, most because he did not like his new masters and found some kind of flaw with them. He was a rather picky slave.

Azreal was sitting back against the wall of bars of his cage, a look of sheer boredom sculpted across his features. His arms were crossed over his chest, his clawed fingers tapping against the deep-red sleeve of his jacket. He was dressed more formally than the other slaves, considering his former master had rather rich tastes. Unfortunately the young mistresses was quite ugly...Causing Azreal great distress. His piercing red eyes gazed out over the shop floor, not giving the other customers a second glance as they walked on by or stopped to inspect him. Some looked slightly interested, even if he didn't. But in the end they would move on to look at the other pieces of meat; not that Azreal really cared.

His gaze landed a moment on to where the owner was usually located. A small look of disdain crossing his features a moment. He had met the owner a few times, he found her to be quite beautiful but they were far too similar to actually get a long. She seemed vain, greedy, and violent. No, not the greatest choice in a master. Then again, that didn't make him the best choice for a slave. But that was a little out of his hands at this point.

[The Greatest Britain]

S o r e n * A u s b r o o k s

Mirror, mirror, on the wall...

Soren had been standing in front of the store all day, but hadn't yet worked up the courage to go inside. His curious eyes wandered from slave to slave, master to master. Which ones would be nice? Which ones wouldn't try and attack him?


He had already decided that he wouldn't buy one with a mark. Certainly, they would lash out at him as soon as they could. He had his eyes on the skittish ones up front; they didn't seem too dangerous...


A cold chill raked his spine, and he bundled up tighter inside his furry coat. He wasn't particularly fond of the cold, which was what finally drove him to walk into the God-forsaken structure.


Ding.


Soren hadn't been expecting a bell on the door. After all, this was a building that was housing slaves. Slaves, for God's sake! Why would they have a bell? It made him fall to his knees, quietly yelping in surprise.


"Good Heavens..." he mumbled, crawling away from the door and leaning against a wall. "I already hate this place..."

...Why must I always take the fall?

[Desiree Zoe Nightshade]

Desaree' heard the bell chime once more and shook her head. "You all are just pathetic....." As her head shook her silver hair fell around her and she somewhat crawled back to the cornner of the cell to watch what the masters would do. Normally they fought over which one they wanted and who got it, that would be when master stepped in and made a deal with the two. She'd been here forever it seemed, and sadly she missed outside, the breeze and everything. She couldn't get that here which made her grimace and shake her head once more. "Damnit they've gotten to me...." She said letting a low sigh fall from her lavender lips. Her eyes changed both to a crimson as she jerked on her left chain that held her wrist. Soon she gave up knowing it was pointless to yank and pull at her chains when she could sit there and look pretty and hope to be picked like all those other fools. "Maybe I'm the fool eh?" She giggled at herself and leaned back against the cool meatal bars that formed her cage. Her eyes slowly went back to their diffrent colors. One was silver while the other was onyx, as they changed she calmed down and began playing with a small ball of fire she could mantian with out the chains cutting off her powers.

[The Greatest Britain]

S o r e n * A u s b r o o k s

Mirror, mirror, on the wall...

Soren slowly struggled to his feet. Being the scrawny weakling he was, it was difficult.


He glanced over at the rows of cages, nervously biting at his manicured nails. Decisions, decisions... What to do? He felt so indecisive. Home? Stay? Browse? Buy?


Shakily, he made his way over to one of the cages. Inside was a woman, with silver hair that closely resembled his own. Except, of course, for that fact that his was smooth and well-washed.


"Um... Hello..." He gingerly tapped on the bars of her cage, afraid that she might kill him with her sharp fangs, or perhaps burn him with the ball of fire in her hands. Before she could reply, he turned his back to the cage and buried his face in his hands. "Oh, God, I can't do this..."

...Why must I always take the fall?

[Desiree Zoe Nightshade]

Desaree' looked up from the fire and snapped causeing it to vanish. "Yes sir?" She asked politely as possible as she looked up at the man his back was to her cage and she swore she heard him mumble something. "Excuse me sir were you speaking to me?" Her voice was soft and calm, she hated being so nice but the man looked so frail and somewhat a little weak. Her eyes shifted a deep silver as she looked at him form the corner of her cell. She sighed and stood as best she could and walked a little ways toward him. "Sir are you okay? I'm sorry if my power scared you...." She chuckled a little her long hip length silver hair fell down over her shoulder as she moved towards him.

[Eggfish]

Ara stood out side the slave shop, taking one final puff of her twisted mahogony and bone pipe. She pushed open the door, hearing the familiar jingle of the bell "Why, hello little slaves! Remember me?" She spoke with glee in her voice, she loved watching slaves suffer. She turned to Kimra "Well, I'm impressed. You have a fine selection today. There is a reason I take my buisness here, instead of a more... How should I say... Upscale one." She wandered over to the slaves in their cages, a vampire girl seemed to be the center of attention at the moment and so, she made her way over to her. "Aah, Emily, Mr. Soren. I don't believe we've formally met. Lady Aralynn, but I'm sure you know me already." She unfurled her wings behind her- Each one three feet wide and brushing the floor, they were quite a sight. The angel wing shook, to plump it's feathers. She turned to the slave and flicked the hot ashes from her pipe onto her. "So, why are you so damn interesting?"

[Desiree Zoe Nightshade]

Desaree' looked at the woman and smiled as the ashes fell before touching her. With one move of her hand a small gust of air hit the master. "I'm the oldest slave in this shop Hon, so don't you dare come over here asking me questions you damn well know the anwser too...." She hissed her fangs enlogating as she glared at the master her eyes shifting one again to a crimson red. She hadn't fed in what seemed like forever, if only someone would giver her blood maybe she'd be nicer, maybe get sold faster. She stared a thte woman for a few more seconds before turning and walking back to the far corner into the shadows, which lurked darkly around her body. "I'm in no mood to be bossed my dear..." She said giggling playfuly and a bit mischevously. Slaves weren't supposed to talk at all, sadly she had a loud mouth so it was hard on her.

[Eggfish]

Ara laughed coldly, at least this one wasn't dead-beat. "Yes, I remember you. You haven't shown this much attitude in ages." She walked back over to Kimra "I came here to bring you a slave to sell for me." She flicked her wrist and her little bracelet jingled. Her driver walked in, dragging a slave behind him. The slave was covered in whip marks, cuts and bruises and the collar around his neck was nearly suffocating him. The collar held a small dogtag, as if he were truly nothing more than a pet. "You can get one of these freaks to heal him up. Chances are, he'll sell for a good price." She paused for a minute, "You know, although I came here to bring you a slave, I think I'll take the little vampire girl as well... And possibly the incubis. How much does that come to?"