FLAVOUR - Yaoi M/S - (O/A)

What will you be joining as?

Customer/Master	36.0%	[ 9 ]
Merchandise/Slave	44.0%	[ 11 ]
Both	8.0%	[ 2 ]
Not joining	12.0%	[ 3 ]
Total Votes:			[ 25 ]

[Kyground]

GET IT GET IT > "I don't care what you're thinking,
WOOP WOOP WOOP >> So long that it's about me."

Ehrencroma let out a sigh of relief as the FLAVOUR mansion same into view. He really enjoyed spending his stupid amount of free time there. The proprietor was nice enough and the merchandise was always top quality. The fox had never bought anything, but he practically lived there at times and tipped heavily. It had been a few months since his last visit though, so he was curious to see what had changed, if anything. It would only be another minute or two before his feet touched ground there. He knew the 'administration' there, so getting inside and settled wouldn't take long. His accounts were already on record so money wouldn't be a problem, and he was already familiar with the rules. Unless something new had popped up, of course.

Upon arrival, Ehrencroma merely stepped out with a backpack. A gift, it held much more than it would appear to, though he wasn't about to start stuffing cars in there. It held an extensive wardrobe and a number of objects he preferred to keep nearby. "Much love, Mycroft. Tell the missus to take care for me, yeah?" Ehrencroma said to his driver before handing him a wad of cash. Ehrencroma's massive amount of funds were part completely voluntary gifts from those he'd either blackmailed, seduced, or a combination of the two, or from 300+ years of experience in dealing with all kinds of people and stockpiling his money.

As his ride departed, Ehrencroma turned to the great gate and entered. He swaggered into the main hail with a smile on his face. He wore a blue trimmed white silk vest and sharply cut white, translucent pants that grew more opaque as you looked towards Ehrencroma's middle. He wore simple straw sandals too, normally preferring to go barefoot but not wanting to track anything around the mansion once inside.

He waltzed up behind the neko that was talking to Gabe, the receptionist. He wondered for a moment why everyone he ever saw here was so shockingly tall all the time before cutting in. "Heh, slave driver. Nice one, kitty cat." Currently, Ehrencroma looked entirely human. He hadn't exposed his tails or his ears. He gave a nod to Gabe, but waited patiently otherwise for the neko to finish or for something else to happen.

Graced with my Presence :: Gabe and Kit // I'm feeling kind of... :: Rambunctious // Where.... Where the hell am I? :: At the Receptionist's Desk

OOC

Got the intro post up early!! Also, I'll leave it up to the 'Merchandise' to decide whether they know Ehrencroma already or not!

AwkwardAngle

White Orange Spice

[Mexicuntz]

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looking up into the air, the hell hound known as Nikolai smirked. He had been told seconds before that he would be coming with them. And them happened to be two men standing in front of him. They had been ordered to retrieve him so he could be bought and sold for 'exotic' purposes. It was something that had made Nikolai laugh multiple times seeing how it wasn't the first time he had been approached this way and each time he was ordered, his answer only seemed to be "No." the male let out as he laughed and began to shift. His skin split in two, blood splattered the floor and only the cracking of bones could be heard. Within seconds, what was once a man, was now a beast ready to kill. He growled heavily and in a few split moments, he jumped at the men. Catching one off guard, he took his arm in his mouth and ripped it from it's socket. Hearing a loud scream, Nikolai only growled in pleasure. Turning his attention back to the other male, he began to feel dizzy. He blinked a few times and then a yawn soon followed. The big beast didn't know why he felt like this, but within in moments, everything went black...
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Opening his eyes to the sun, Nikolai squinted heavily. It had only been a dream. Or at least that was what he seemed to tell him self every so often now. What had happened a while back seemed so long ago, but in reality had only taken place just a few months ago. Now the days seemed to just come together as one for the hell hound. He didn't care what time it was, he didn't care what day it was. There had been no point after he had been captured. Even till that very day, he didn't know how or what. All he knew was who did it and waking up a few days later. Sitting up the man groaned. He was already irritated or at leas that was what this place seemed to do to him no matter how much he tried to think of other things. He was confined to this building or grounds so to speak. He was only allowed to go so far and if he dared to venture further he'd suffer the consequences. Consequences weren't something he was used to and when he had first decided to test them, he figured it'd be best to just cooperate for now. Staring outside the window, Nikolai growled. "This is such crap." He said to himself as he stood up. Now he was too put on a 'show'. It basically involved someone using him for a night and not much more. No one was really interested in merchandise such as him. He was, after all, a 'bad egg' and his collar made sure that everyone knew it.

The only reason why people had even bothered with him was because of how flirty and lustful he was, but he couldn't help it. Niko had been known to be hyper sexual and when he saw something he wanted, he would go after it like the hound he was. Sex was just one of those things that he couldn't live without and when the prey made it difficult for him to get what he wanted, he'd only want it more and more. The chase was definitely his favorite part of the game. He was nothing more of a sex toy though. It wasn't like the beast cared much about that himself. He used them just as much as they used him. No one had every struck his fancy nor would anyone now. Nikolai was just that coldhearted and cared too much about himself to even bother with other beings in his presence. Walking over to the bathroom, the male moved to the shower. He turned the nozzles and watched as the water spilled out from above. He smiled and watched the steam begin to rise from the water. Niko loved hot showers. Within seconds, he stepped in and began his showering process. After about fifteen minutes or so, he stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist. From there he moved to the drawer and sifted through his clothes. After finding the outfit he wanted to wear, he slipped his clothing on and lastly his shoes. Smirking, he walked to the door and turned the knob.

Stepping out into the hallway, the male walked to the nearest flight of stairs and moved upward. After doing so, the male moved around to wander. He had no particular place to go, but all he knew was that he was going to do what he did best, find a customer to mess with. "Let the fun begin..." he said as he laughed slightly before continuing to wander.

[Watervoir]

jeanyarlis

wendigo || customer

"Hey don't simply walk off like that. When should I pick you up?"

This was a query to which Yarlis raised and waved a lazy hand without turning to look back at the answer. The driver of the luxury car, of whom everyone affectionately called Maroon, was an obedient and considerate servant of his, and Yarlis was hard pressed to respond to the man a question to which he had the answer. He had a few days off from the hospital, and he even made sure to leave the cell phone dedicated for work at home in case anyone wanted to call him for overtime or some emergency. It had been a long, long time since Yelis had feasted his eyes on something apart from humans inches away from death in their sick beds, and when the idea to pay Flavour entered his noggin, he had been long awaiting this day. A Wendigo of such fine tastes as he could not go for long without bristling with excitement at the prospect of being a patron of such a reputable establishment.

When he finally marched past the white road and was at Flavour's doorstep, Yarlis turned around to find his ride gone. He smiled, satisfied with the mutual understanding with his servant. Yarlis would summon him when he needed him, but already he anticipated Maroon, someone with a bit too much respect and loyalty as he was, would likely give him a call later that night to check up on him, just like a nosy father. He was such a pain sometimes.

With one last glance about the shop's majestic gardens, Yarlis revolved on his heel once more, lab coat swishing around him as he did so, and stepped inside the building.

If the grounds were not enough of an indicator, immediately the sense of regality permeated the air from the staircase and the high walls, which was just as Yarlis liked and expected. Instinctively, he approached the reception desk where a small crowd was gathered. Already he could guess that the majority of them were prospective patrons like himself. He looked them over as he neared them, curious as to their kinds. Yarlis was ever the culinarist, and even when not in the mood for a feasting, he was reflexively judging people for their value in meat. Only from afar could he have been at an angle to discern the cat ears on top of the head of a rather tall fellow. Curious, but the fur would make for some trouble holding down. His eyes then turned to another person, a full half a head shorter, was a red head of whom was attempting to engage in conversation with the cat hybrid. Yarlis thought it a pity that neither of them were truly of the human kind (he could smell as much), but afterwards he reminded himself that his reason for visiting Flavour was to try out something different, and his disdain was brought to a heel.

"Good day," Yarlis greeted the few gathered around the reception desk. He glanced at the forms the neko was perusing, but his attention was soon drawn to the amiable looking employee managing the decorations on the desk. "These flowers are lovely," Yarlis commented before he had a chance to stop himself.

[AwkwardAngle]

Trenton Eldridge

The Owner


Where: Dining Hall
Company: Raven the bird-dude.
Feeling: Still like a living corpse, but curious.
Thinking: This is nice and all, but food.
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Not bothering to cover his mouth, it stretched widely into a loud yawn. After one final attempt to rub the drowsiness out of his eyes, he snagged a plate and sluggishly muscled his way into the line. A few complaints started, but were quickly muffled when they realized who he was. He paid no mind. Being the owner of Flavour, most of his merchandise barely rose a hand against him. Smart, but painfully boring. No backbone whatsoever. The corner of his mouth twitched in a sneer. Invertebrates. The fact that he tended to grab those with chain collars for himself was well-known among the longer-time residents.

Shuffling along the buffet, he was very pleased to see they were still making waffles. ”Yesssss.” Trent dragged out the s sound as he wholeheartedly speared a waffle with his fork. Now that was what he needed to refuel his tank. Sweet, delicious waffles. Who needed sleep? Not him. And some of those french fries. Were those--

”Mornin’, Boss.” A voice tinged with hate called towards him. Well, not really called per say. Not loud or quiet. Just kind of... Hateful? Heated?

”Uh-huh.” Grunting noncommittally, Trent added a serving of popcorn shrimp to his plate before glancing sideways at the greeter. Orange hair and around the same height. What was he a carrot? He glanced again. No wait, wait. This guy had to be maybe an inch or two shorter. Staring for a few moments,he tried to remember the boy's name. There were just so many in the reports he got. Although he was the owner, he barely made his own purchases or additions to his stock. Too troublesome most of the time. Then again, he liked troublesome things most of the time.

Taking in the loose chain collar circling his neck. Apparently a chain that actually decided to speak to him. Normally he had to hound one of them to give him the time of day, which, of course, was fun in its own right.”Mornin’, Raven.” He drawled, ruffling the brightly-colored hair without thought before taking another shuffle-step down the buffet table. That was his name right? Eh, something like that. Some kind of bird guy if he properly read his reports. As if he could be bothered to remember right now when he was filling up his plate. Maybe while he was sitting down and eating.




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JouninxNinja

[dantress]

A L E X A N D E R x L .x S I E G H A R T

tab tab tab tab ASCENDED DEMON tab ✘ tab CUSTOMER OF FLAVOUR

It was early when the darkness shifted, excitement of what the morning would bring unable to be put aside in return for a longer slumber. A lovely new pet would hopefully be returning home with the demon in the coming days. Oh, how fun! A sleepy grin crept on Alexander's lips as he sat up in the silent room. He stretched out his arms with satisfaction and got out of the cozy bed, a yawn following before he opened his bedroom door. The manor was deathly quiet, and very lonely aside from Cain and Sirus, the two hell hounds sleeping on the living room rug. Alexander did have servants, but they were only minor blood demons summoned to do his bidding or daily chores and upkeep of the manor. They couldn't even uphold a proper conversation without it going sour. What a pity.

Once he was packed and ready, Alexander would head off to the Flavour Resort, which was highly suggested by his uncle Marius. This uncle was in fact, like a large number of his relatives, a slaver. From what Alexander assumed by the suggestion, Marius probably had done business of selling slaves to the owner of the resort in the past.

The morning went by like a breeze. Breakfast wonderfully made, yet no one to enjoy it with. He fed the hell hounds then made on his merry way to Flavour. The drive lasted about two and a half hours, anticipation making the demon giddy and restless on the way. Finally, sweet arrival! He got out of the vehicle, waving his driver off with haste. Instead of giving him an exact date, since it was unknown, he would be summoned when needed. Until then his stay would be here to pick out his darling pet.

A mischievous smile curled on the horned man's lips as he approached and entered the large facility. A kitty boy, silver haired man, and spunky red head were waiting at the reception desk or speaking to the receptionist, most likely getting their rooms. He was soon standing in line just as the man with glasses commented on the beauty of flowers. "Morning, gentlemen" he greeted, resisting the urge to say something along the line of 'lovelies' or 'my pets' as he commonly did. He thought of nearly all people as objects until they proved to be worth more, giving them pet names, invading personal space, and doing for the most part...as he pleased. But no, masters here were off limits for his constant coddling. Alexander looked over the other men a moment, suddenly wondering what they may be looking for in a slave. Silly thought, but curiosity tugged at the back of his mind. Just what kinds of playmates were there for the raven haired male? He couldn't wait to find out.

FEELING SLIGHTLY ... excited, giddy tab ACCOMPANYING ... some masters, receptionist tab LOCATED AT ... lobby of FLAVOUR

OCC ... Okay, so I didn't know if I should go ahead and play out the receptionist yet since there are others in line before him....so I just decided to wait >u<
anywho, hello all!

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[ChinchiIIin]

Dimitri Krall

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The flood of customers that entered the mansion was soon nearly overwhelming or the young man. First the neko, and then another shortly after. The second customer was one he recognized, however, and he managed a small smile at the man, even if it went unnoticed. “Good morning Master Sisulart,” he stated calmly, bowing his head obediently to the man. He wasn't quite as shy around the regular customers, having spoken with most of them enough to be on a familiar level with them. But another voice caught him off guard as it mentioned the flowers, and his green eyes soon fell on another new face. Silver hair and eyes contrasted against the youth of his face, making the leshy unable to discern his proper age. Regardless, he was a customer and that meant he should be treated with respect. He bowed obediently to the man. “Thank you for the compliment and welcome, sir,” he said before rising again, “Flowers and plants are my specialty...”.

Dimitri couldn't help but turn away after his greeting, already his shyness beginning to overcome the training he had; although his collar did clearly state that it was a part of his character. Instead he raised a hand up to one bud that had not fully bloomed, gently urging the petals to open with a light touch before smiling a bit once more, placing a small bit of his own magic into them to keep them fresh all day. When he turned back to the desk, yet another man had entered, this one quite obviously not human. After blinking a bit he bowed once more, stepping out of the way of the counter, a small blush on his features at having failed to notice another person entering. “Welcome, sir, to Flavour,” he said, slowly rising to look up at him some, the bright green of his eyes catching in the light some, really the only sign he wasn't just a human with powers, “Is there anything you need...?

[konyangee]

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tab tab ① yoon tab ② sleepy tab ③ no one > trenton/gavin, finn.

A cat's life wasn't all that hard, truth be told. Not when you had others
to look after you: handing you everything you might need whenever it
was you needed them. He didn't even mind that they collared him and
labeled him "merchandise". He was, after all, a cat. It was just a natural
part of how things worked for the househeld feline. Though, after living
so long and dining on the flesh of his old mistress [back when he was
simply a cat], he couldn't quite be compared to a normal house cat any
longer. He was a fork tailed bakeneko now; a demonic spirit.

That didn't change his perception of how he wanted to live his life, however.
Yoon still liked being pampered and having things given to him rather than
working for them. Thus, he was part of the Flavour shop; obviously a slave
trade to anyone with eyes. Even the bakeneko knew that, but what was a
name to him? In the end, it wasn't much different than a pet shelter. Only,
Flavour was much more agreeable in terms of freedoms [he'd of hated
being cooped up in a cage..].

Like any other morning, he'd started his day off lazily rousing himself and
stretching languidly; pushing past the small opening of his door and
padding through the hallways as a two-tailed cat. He'd had the misfortune
of passing by the hell hound, whom he was quick to dart past and get
away from. That guy could probably eat him if he wanted to...

Yoon stopped at the bottom of the stairs, tails flicking with interest as his
pupils constricted and his focus narrowed in on the horde of customers
filing in at the front. The fox was interesting, but he wasn't all too thrilled
with the prospect of having a doggish fellow take a liking to him. He'd stay
away from that one. There was a whitish-gray haired man there as well.
He smelled terrible and cold; Yoon's ears set against his skull in distaste.
He'd do his best to avoid that one as well, though for completely different
reasons. That left the newest arrival, who's hair was long and head was
covered in horns. Yoon decided that from the feel of him, that one was
alright. Or at the very least, he wouldn't try anything mean if he did take him
home.

Which to be fair, none of them could take an interest in him. All the same,
he always made sure to access the individuals browsing before attempting
to approach them; or let them approach him. As much as he would like to
have a nice new home to lounge in, he still had a high self preservation
instinct. Now was not the time to make himself known.

Now was the time for breakfast.

Yoon made it quickly to the dining hall, still in the form of a norwegian forest
cat. There, there was a few of the shop's personnel already getting breakfast.
The owner [whom Yoon didn't care to mess with] and two other 'pets'.
Despite his hunger, the sight of the two [Finn and Gavin if he recalled correctly]
had him fixated with big eyes and a downward stance. One was a bird and the
other snake. . He couldn't quite help the urge to mess with either of them.
He options were being weighed heavily; get the lamia, who was more or less
by himself? or get the phoenix, which was beside the big bad boss man. .

....A challenge was sometimes appreciated. Phoenix it was.
Without further adue, he promptly gave a few good wiggles of his
rear before dashing towards Gavin; jumping onto his backside and grappling
with the small of his back and his butt. A good gentle play bite should suffice...




JouninxNinja


ooc since saya left IT'S NOW GAVIN'S a** THAT'S GETTING CAT ATTACKED
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[Mexicuntz]

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After walking for what seemed like forever, Nikolai stopped at a nearby chair and sat down nearly pouting. "Well this bites." He mumbled to himself as he looked up one side of the hallway and shortly the other. He didn't know what to do nor did he really want to do anything, but if he wanted to get out of this hell hole of a place, he had to sell his 'special' attributes to someone, or at least make it seem like he was decent regardless of what his collar said. However, he knew that would be what would stop him from being bought. He had been in this place too long and he was losing his mind. To be confined just to one area, though rather large, was not ideal for him. It was like having a bird, but only letting it fly in its cage, if it was even possible that is. Then again, Niko had never been the type to just live in one place. His life was more nomad like as it let him experience many places all while not having to be tied down to one certain area. He did know that if he was bought, it wouldn't be the same as what he might hope for, but he sure as hell could try to escape once someone had bought him and hopefully didn't use him for rough, heated intimacy as usual. Even though he himself loved to give and get, Nikolai had never been too fond of how things always went or at least he never liked to be used. It was beginning to become one of his weaknesses as it only made him feel as if he was worth nothing, but a good piece of meat.

Pulling himself from his negative thoughts, he stood up and stretched. Yawning largely, he felt little pops from his joints. He smiled and let out a small 'mmm' before staring outside the window. At first sight he could only see the grounds, but as he glanced out a bit further he could see the faint sight of the city. A place he was longing to be. It was his own fault that he had let himself be caught. His stupidity and 'manly' attitude were what ultimately caused his imprisonment. Instead of running he had fought back for the first time and had a spell placed on him and after his first day being at this place, he had been sent to the dungeon. It hadn't been the easiest of adjustments for Niko. He slowly learned how to exist in such a place and had recently gotten a room. He knew it wasn't as nice as some of the others, but he was happy to just have food as well as hot water. To be fed a piece of bread daily and have cold water dumped on him to be considered a shower was nothing but torture and he knew it. Nonetheless, that did not stop him from continuing. He accepted his punishments and only seemed to embrace them. He loved to smile after it all, only to upset whom ever was doing the torturing. It was as if it got him off in a way and to a certain extent it seemed to only attract him to the person delivering the heinous acts.

Retracing his steps, he eventually found himself to the flight of stairs he had fist climbed. He stopped at the top for a second and sniffed the air. He figured that since he couldn't find anyone with his eyes, he'd just have to snuff them out with his nose. As he closed his eyes, and sniffed more he caught the smell of all the men there. Most of them he recognized, while a few he did not. None seemed to appeal to him. They all seemed to have some type of ulterior motive. Nikolai had always sniffed for something more...genuine. This meant anywhere from finding the nicest person in the world or potentially the most foul, but at least honest. Honesty was his policy and he didn't care how negative or positive it might be. Opening his eyes, his eyes widened. He could make out the small scent of his kind. He blinked a few times before finding it was mixed in with the man's actual scent. "So he's already an owner." He grumbled out to himself as he wondered if these hounds happened to be like him or they were just exactly what they had intended to be, hounds. His species had been a bit of a hybrid spin off long ago and although the story was more of a disgrace to demons all around, he was what he was and his species had eventually made themselves known and had been regarded as rather classy unless you were Nikolai. Moving down the steps, Niko followed the smell. He looked around and was so curious as to who could have owned this scent.

As he moved down another set of stairs, he began to see the lobby and smirked. "So he's just arrived. It really must be my lucky day." he said. Niko always seemed to come a little late to meet other customers mainly due to the fact that he didn't care, but also due to the others being so friendly and outgoing. To him it was more like shameless, but he didn't care. His motive was to get out, nothing more. Stepping down from the last step, Niko sniffed one more time and locked his eyes on the male. He growled lowly and rolled his eyes. The man already seemed to piss him off. Moving slowly, the man finally made his way to him. He bypassed everyone else, not bothering to even glance at them and stood in front of the male. He tilted his head from one side to the other as he eyed the man up and down and narrowed his eyes on him. "So are you the owner of hell hound hybrids or the 'mindless' beasts?" he said to the male sternly as he stared him down. His approach had probably been a bit too forward, not to mention way too standoffish, but he didn't care. He only began to hate the guy. At least he didn't entirely hate him.

Dantress

[dantress]

A L E X A N D E R x L .x S I E G H A R T

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Alexander stepped forward to check in to the resort once the men before him were finished. He looked down at the seated receptionists, who glanced up in return. "Room Obsidian, Alexander Laurent Sieghart" he stated to the green eyed man, having already paid for room reservations a week prior. Gabe gave a steady nod of his head then clicked away on the computer a moment to search the information. "Here is your information booklet on the charms, collars, and slaves available at the resort. Questions? If not, then welcome to FLAVOUR and enjoy your stay" he said, giving Alexander an almost-genuine-but-really-not sort of smile. The demon smirked. He could tell that the brunette male was most likely thinking in a critical way about the customers, himself included, but he showed no sign of it. What a simply wonderful job he had.

The horned master moved away from the desk with the booklet, his business done here, but was confronted by a pink haired beauty. From what he recalled from earlier, the slave that had a talent with plants. His cheeks were flushed the color of his strawberry hair, instantly giving off a shy and innocent appearance. When the little slave welcomed and looked up at Alexander, his eyes shone like emeralds for just a moment in the light. He blinked, suddenly aware after hearing the slave's question that he was being spoken to. "Ah, yes. If you could point me to the direction of room obsidian...it would be greatly appreciated" he answered, the usual grin appearing on his lips.

He looked over the boy's collar and charms, noting that his home wasn't the ideal place for a fae. It was dark, empty, and demon infested. Not to mention that he also had two hell hounds as pets. The slave did have some of his desired colors....Alexander taking a fancy towards the shy types...they were just so much easier to tease and coddle over! Requiring a lot of sunlight per day was unfortunately, a no can do with Alexander. He liked the darkness too much to be outside so often, and preferred to stay up most of the night anyway. His cuddle buddy should definitely be suited to that sort of schedule.

A low growl caught the attention of the ascended demon, who glanced behind to see a hell hound walking towards him. 'Ooo! Lucky me, what a treat!' he thought, looking over the beast as he approached angrily, or what seemed to be anger. Even though the man seemed annoyed with Alexander, a wide, almost childish grin graced his lips upon his appearance before him. "My dear pup, they don't keep human form. If that's what you're asking, hm?" he cooed to the well-built slave as his eyes drifted over him. "And they're quite smart creatures, not as mindless as one would think... I don't even think I would mind another..." he went on, resisting a wink to make his point clear. It should come across clear enough for the slave.

FEELING SLIGHTLY ... excited, giddy tab ACCOMPANYING ... other masters, Dimitri, Nikolai tab LOCATED AT ... lobby of FLAVOUR tab THINKING ... how exciting!

OCC ... I hope the other masters don't mind the first paragraph, which would just take place after their business was done with the receptionist >w<;;

Forever Satan

Aihari

[Mexicuntz]

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Glaring at the man Nikolai watched him. As he listened, his eyes widened when he mentioned owning another. His blood began to boil. He let out another low growl before taking a step closer and clenching his fist. How dare a man such as this speak to him in such a manner, let alone compare him to those beasts. He didn't believe they even had the capability to be smart and even if they did, it would take much practice to train them. Closing his eyes, Nikolai took a deep breath. He knew it was showing a sign of weakness, but if he didn't stop himself now, he would already be attempting to attack the man and try to rip him apart, but seeing how even if he had tried, he'd probably be killed, or worse. Opening his eyes and glaring at the man, he recovered with a smile. "Don't tempt me with a good time, p***k." he said as he looked at the man and shrugged lightly. He knew that his comeback was more than mediocre, but it was all he had managed to muster as he nearly exploded with anger. As he looked at the male, he looked him up and down and thought about how anyone could want to live with him. He wondered if it were even possible. The man was already an a** and that was apparent. If anything he just seemed cocky in all directions. It was somehow enticing to the hell hound, but also one of his biggest turn offs.

"I see you're looking for obsidian, I'll help you instead. Run along little runt." He said the male as he winked at him before motioning the man to follow. He smiled to himself feeling pleased, but at the same time he couldn't help feel curious about the male. "Oh. my name is Nikolai Lucian Angelis, blah blah blah. It's a pleasure to meet a jerk like you." He said as he looked behind himself and shrugged. "Anyway, why are you even here? You already own animals." He said annoyed. Nikolai had always been such a charmer and a man with words. He knew how to make someone feel so great about themselves negatively. If anything ti was his specialty, but not only that, he only seemed to be capable of being rude. He had only been sympathetic to one person and it had been the man he loved. It was the only time that he had been most happy and felt most carefree, but that had happened so long ago and at the time he had been so naive of the world that he now knew. It was why he had grown up to be selfish. It had been the key reason why he never trusted anyone nor opened himself up to anyone. He feared being hurt again and he was scared of letting his weaknesses eat at him from the inside till they nearly killed him. It was why he had surrounded himself in a barrier that no one had been able to break through. Yes he angered easily, but that did not let him show any vulnerability.

Moving up the last flight of stairs, Nikolai looked around. He didn't actually know where the rooms were located, but he did happen to know the general direction. As he moved down the hall, he looked behind him and stared at the male for a few seconds before turning back to where he was going. For the first time and in a long time, Nikolai was actually a bit intimidated. It was rare for anyone to make him feel in such way, but this man did it with ease. Nikolai only figured that it had to do with the fact that he owned hell hounds. It meant that this man knew the ins and outs of his kind. Even though they were two different animals, they shared the same characteristics from head to tow when they shifted. The man knew what Nikolai was capable of and it was that, that made Niko nervous. He didn't know why he had chosen to speak to a man such as this, but at the same time he began to think that he might be his ticket out of the wretched place.

Dantress

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Now the hell hound was actually angry. Before, Alexander hadn't even gave him a reason, but now that changed. Already, he liked this man's attitude. So bold! So Courageous! "Not a tempt, but a mere suggestion" he said, tilting his head slightly as he gazed back to Nikolai. Was there a reason for the rudeness of the pup? Did he truly not just looove the little pet name? Alexander shook his head to himself, assuming that his tease really did offend the hell creature. It was then to his surprise that Nikolai offered to help find room obsidian.

Why do such a thing when it was obvious to the customer that there was some....dislike from the slave? Curious about this one, Alexander didn't see a need to object. He followed Nikolai as he introduced himself, followed by yet another insult. A smirk formed on his lips once more, though he still didn't understand the harshness of the male. Alexander was simply....blunt? No, possessive? Yes, that seemed to fit better. He liked to get what he wanted, and he liked to keep it for himself. Simple. Demons were greedy creatures by nature, after all. A reason why he refereed to most people with 'pet' names and sometimes in a more flirtatious manner. The question made Alexander frown slightly at his annoyance. "But you're not an animal, are you now?" he retorted, with a bit more seriousness than his previous tone. True, he did think of slaves as 'pets' to an extent....but never as just animals. Cain and Sirus were considered animals, and also pets, but on a whole different level than slaves. When Alexander meant pet, animal or being, it was a term he used for someone he could own, pamper, and constantly coddle over. It sounded like a fine life in his mind.

The next minute or so was silent as they both resigned to their own thoughts, moving up to the last flight of stairs. Nikolai looked back at the demon, whose dark crimson eyes were still fixed upon the hell hound. Alexander didn't know what the brief stare meant; the way he was acting made the horned creature suspect that he was nervous. "If you already hate me so, then why bother approaching?" he suddenly asked, that being the main question that was resting on his mind.

FEELING SLIGHTLY ... content, curious tab ACCOMPANYING ... Nikolai tab LOCATED AT ... hall of FLAVOUR tab THINKING ... a feisty one we have...

OCC ...

Forever Satan

[Mexicuntz]

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Nikolai smiled as the other asked if he wasn't an animal. He sure as hell felt like one and he might as well have been regarded as one. He could have even act like one and more than half the time he seemed to be one. So more likely than not, it was safe to say that he was indeed and animal, but more because of personality and who he just was. "Oh I am." He stated. Niko was quite serious about it too. He knew how he was, but more importantly he knew that it's because of who he was, that he was an animal. "I see, hear, smell. touch and taste like an animal. I don't think it' necessarily a bad thing Mister. I mean you do know how I could be after all." He said rather playfully. This man had really got to him. He was trying to act as he usually did, but Niko only found it hard. He couldn't help, but feel uneasy. It was a feeling he had not grown accustomed to. Not to mention, he thought about how he might get out of this place and what he might have to do to convince this guy to buy him. Yes he was using the man for his money and of course freedom, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be thankful. Okay, that was a lie too. Niko had only had one real thing on his mind. Escape.

Niko just didn't want the male to know what he had planned. He knew that if the man caught on and learned that Niko really couldn't just care for anyone, he'd never get out. Turning his head to look at the rooms, Nikolai began to think he'd never find the door. He himself knew very little about the place and couldn't help, but ponder where this damn room might even be located. He felt like he had twisted and turned in many circles. Everything seemed to become one big mush of the same thing to him, but that was only because of how this damn mad house was built. As the other asked him why he had bothered to approach him if he already hated him, Nikolai shrugged and smirked. "It could be a variety of things, but mainly your looks." He said jokingly as he looked back at the man and winked. Nikolai did think the man was rather handsome, but that factor didn't play into why he had bothered to approach and help someone he had already begun to loathe. "It was your scent..." He let out as he let the words travel. It was true. It was this guy's scent. He had thought that it might be his own kind and seeing how it might have been, whoever it was might just take him and release him as a type of respect for their own race.

"...I thought you were of my race, but your scent was really just intertwined with that of a hell hound." He said as he stopped at the door to obsidian. Nikolai was quite surprised that he had even found it. He didn't expect it, but it seemed that instinct or probably just luck got him to where he wanted to be. "I was wondering why it smelled familiar, but oh so foul at the same time." He laughed. Niko was just a pain and he knew it, but seeing as the man didn't even leave, he must have had some type of interest in the male. "Well princess, it's right here." He said as he stepped to the side and stared at the male for a few seconds and then looked away as if the man was the alfa male. Nikolai nearly beat himself up over this fact, but the man's gaze just pierced him and made him feel so uncomfortable and small. Sure it was easy to throw shots at the guy, but that only seemed to be when he wasn't looking at him or when he was angry like he had been. "Do you need help with anything else?" He grumbled out and let out a low growl. Nikolai had to have look rather pathetic, but this man seemed to be someone a male like him had really needed in order to give him a harsh dose of reality.

Dantress

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"I see" Alexander said plainly. 'If you agreed about being an animal, then why be so offended earlier?' The thought didn't turn to words since there was no point in asking. It was simple. Nikolai just didn't like the demon. And because of this, Alexander saw no reason to hold back. If he wanted to be treated like one of his beloved pets...then so be it. If he considered himself an animal, then why would it matter in the first place?

They continued on with the search for room Obsidian, Alexander following Nikolai. He was beginning to have some doubts that he even knew where the room was. Nikolai's answer caused him to smile, a chuckle soon following. Oh, yes, he was handsome and well aware of it too, but please... No one would suddenly be furious at him for his appearance out of no where. His second answer seemed fitting; he did somehow know of Alexander's other hell hounds earlier, so of course he could smell traces of them on his clothing. The demon said nothing at his little insults, but kept his usual calm demeanor. Teasing had a very little effect on him, but he did find it quite....cute.

Finally, the room was found. He walked by Nikolai, caressing his cheek lightly and glancing back at him. "Thanks for the help, Ni Ni~" he said as he passed. Alexander carried his suit case, a standard, black bag of clothing, inside and set it by the bed. The room was nice, stylish, yet also simple. It blended with the rest of the resort, though how it looked wasn't that important to him. "If you would spend some more time with me, that would be just lovely" he answered, turning back and walking over to Nikolai. Dark rose eyes drifted to the hell hound's collar, examining its features. The charms were all nice, especially the fork. The whip and whistle would be good too, though he doubted Nikolai would have issues with his own race. A few of the colors seemed promising, but having black and a sword charm wasn't the best combination to ensure his safety... His manor was infested with blood demons, two hell hounds, and Alexander had his own abilities.....but having the chance of being killed by his own slave sounded just dreadful. The material was chain, which was just another reason to cautious of the rebellious pup.

FEELING SLIGHTLY ... content, curious tab ACCOMPANYING ... Nikolai tab LOCATED AT ... hall of FLAVOUR tab THINKING ... hm... a rebellious or obedient pet?

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Forever Satan

[I eat rainbows with toast]

ϓ͝o̴̧͘μ̶̶̶ c͟o͜u̡ʟ̶d̸҉ ͠т̷̢aķ͟e̸͠ a̵̸ny̢т̶h̡̡̕i̢ņ̸̷g͘,̷̢͟
̸́͡I͜҉͝ғ̛ ͟you̡͘ ̵͏͢шá̸̡n̡t̶ə͞͡d ͡í̴т̴ ̕ə̨́ɴ̷o̷͏μg̷͘н̧͢.̼͕̤́

ѕ̔̍o̒ͨ͒ ͣ̉ẅнͨͤ̏̌͆̑̊å͛ͪ̐ͫ̄̆т̔͐̐ͮͭ̄̾ ͒͌́͆̍̒̈́d̅̐ỏ ͨ̿̆̿̇ͧI̓ͨ͆͂͐̓ w̔̏͂̀̊͋a͋̉̔̋n̏͋ͪ̊т̾?
тo̵̜̰̪̥͍̱͍ ̠̙͉̞̕l̵͇̮a̮̳͙͟ͅy ̭̜̯͇̝͖w̼a̰̭ѕ̧̞̦̼͕͉͍т̧̰̤̹̪͎̹ͅe͎͇͉̜ ̶͉т҉o̤ ̟͓̼̼̠т̘̺͕̜̻н̵e̝̠͈̯̥̗ ̰̼̬̟͚͓̺͡w̥̰͕͙̬͖ǫ̝͖r̞̪̗̻̣l̸̬d͕͚̼̳̘̕ͅ,͏͙ ͚̥͉̭a͕n͔͈͇̣̖̦̕d̗̯̤̥͙̣͖ ̗͖̮̬̰є̜̺̦͈̰̰̱́ν̡̰̯̳є̰͇͖я̜̳̝̬̱у͇ͅт̡н̶ι͎и̯g̷̱̦͈ ͔ι̤̬̺̪̖и̖̹̯̙̰͠ͅͅ ̴̲͚ί̣т̘͎̺̹.͙͎̰̻̜͎̻̕

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Aren't I charming? Book, Question Mark, Shield, Whip.
How colorful. Black, Dark Pink, Red.
All held neatly together by a Leather Collar.

Irritation was an understatement for what Cam felt when he awoke. His head throbbed, and he had no idea where he was. Tugging at something on his neck, he remembered what had happened. He had lit his old masters house on fire in revenge for the things he did to his slaves, which resulted in a shovel to the head. It seemed like ages ago, and it was most certainly three days ago at the least or else his head would be in considerably more pain. Straining to remember, he vaguely recalled arriving at a new slave shop and having his wounds tended to. Why they took him he wasn't sure, but it didn't matter now. It was the same old routine in a new place.

Slowly, he stood to his feet. Cam noted how much nicer of a room he was in than any he had ever been in before at a shop. His belongings were in the room as well, this felt more like a hotel than a shop. Maybe someone had already bought him? No... The collar would be gone if that was the case. He thought to himself, moving on to examine the metal band on his bicep. There was no question why that was there; It obviously restricted use of powers. No burning his way out of this one. A sigh escaped his lips as he walked over to his things and began putting them away in the wardrobe, finding a mirror attached to the inside of one of the doors. Examining his collar, he noted that some he had expected were not there, though he figured they weren't completely important and would make him difficult to sell. After inspecting the rest of himself for a moment, he dressed himself in clean clothing and exited his room with caution, half expecting to be smacked with another blunt object.

Is that food I smell? Cam wondered, his stomach roaring in agreement that yes, it was food. He wasn't even near it and already his mouth was watering. He still ached though, and was almost certainly still lightly concussed from his encounter with the shovel, so he slowly but surely made his way in the direction of the smell. When he reached the area, he saw masters and slaves alike, though one man seemed a bit more in charge than anyone else in the room, and was gathering food on his plate. Reluctantly, Cam kept his calm and approached him. "Hi. So... Where am I?" He asked, his stomach booming once more.

[OOC: Hope this is ok! I'll change it if need be.]

AwkwardAngle

[Mexicuntz]

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Waiting for the man to respond, he wondered what he was thinking of him. It was odd for him to even bother, but he couldn't help it. He felt so out of place. To feel like the small bug on a wall that was about to be squashed into nothing was nerve wracking. It angered him, but at the same time he couldn't help, but feel like he could do nothing. 'This is irritating!' He thought to himself as he wished he could just go. He wanted to escape and run for the first time in forever. If he could have just attacked this man he would have, but if he did, he would have been sent immediately to the dungeon and he didn't want to go there for the fifth time since being there. Being torn from his thoughts, he froze upon being touched. How the hell could this man dare to touch him. He didn't care if he happened to be an item owned by some sick an twisted man. He hated to be touched, by those he didn't know. To top it off, this man called him Ni Ni. What the hell did he look like? A little puppy that was wagging his tail and begging to be rubbed on the belly? Blinking very slowly, the male let out a deep breath and rolled his eyes. "Ahh sir, please don't touch the merchandise unless you plan on paying for it or a little something more." He said as he winked at the male.

Nikolai couldn't help, but let out a small laugh shortly after. He felt triumphant for what he said and if he happened to get some good sex in it all, it would have probably made his day all the more fantastic. If there was something he might have loved more than himself, it would have definitely been good sex and he felt like the male might have been good at it. Then again, he could have been terrible. Nikolai didn't exactly know nor would he ever unless he decided to push the boundaries, but he didn't plan on acting on his thoughts any time soon. As he listened to the male, his eyes nearly widened, but he couldn't help, but turn a light shade of pink. He instantly looked away as the male looked at him and then looked at the male. "Ehh...why not?" He said as he smiled cheekily at the male who stared at him. He looked back and narrowed his eyes in on the male before he realized that he wasn't even looking at his face. It happened to be his neck. Was he a vampire or something or was it really that appealing to him? Moving his hand to his neck, he heard the chain on his neck clink against itself and smirked.

"Oh pay no mind to this thing on my neck. Do you really believe that they define us?" He said as he rolled his eyes and looked at the male a bit annoyed. "Well if you must know everything on my neck is the truth, but good punishment seems to always keep me in my place." he said flirtatiously. It was far from true, but he didn't care. None the less, he loved lying and playing with people. Looking past the male, he looked into his room and slipped past the male, making his way into his room. "Oh this is way better than my room." He said lazily as he moved to the other's bed and jumped down on it. He knew it was rather intrusive of him, but he didn't care. If the men didn't want him in there, he'd just have to tell him to get out and forcefully remove him. "So what would you like to do?" He grumbled out at he laid on his stomach and rest his chin on his palm. He wondered what the rather scary male might have in mind, but at least it'd be something fun and interesting for him to do.

Dantress