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[aubrace]

She heard Thomas's voice before seeing him.

After pitch darkness, the sudden light was blinding, sending dull aches through her eyes as they adjusted. Cypress gave a soft groan, her wings folding around her to block out some of the light for the few moments before she could open them properly. Finally they folded behind her, slipping into the pockets of skin on her lower back, laid bare by the dipping dress she had been given when she had arrived.

Moving forward, to the front of the box she was kept in, Cypress placed a hand against the safety glass. As frightening as he was, Cypress always had to ask Thomas, every single morning.

"Master Thomas," she said, politely enough, "may I fly today?" She only spoke this way with him, with her innocent little girl voice, with those big, bright eyes that begged. The slavers had reminded her over and over on the way here that if she was good she might get such favors as a flight around the house or a recommendation to a good master.

[Sahlaris]

Sar mused silently as he sat in the passengers’ seat of his father’s luxury vehicle, staring aimlessly at the passing landscape with the muted radio playing to help the awkward silence between the two males. His father hummed softly to himself and it made Sar’s skin crawl; he’d rather not be this close to the man, let alone have to listen to him butcher a classic.
Leaning his head on his closed fist, he sighed softly to himself and let his golden eyes drift shut.

“Sahlaris.”

Sar’s spine went rigid as his eyes snapped open. Had he fallen asleep? Glancing over at his father, he confirmed his suspisions by noticing that they were now parked and his father had killed the ignition.

“Sar, how late were up last night? Honestly; we’re going out in public. Don’t you think you’re purple bags under your eyes will attracted attention?” His father lectured.

“Sorry sir.” Sar responded, his voice as distant as ever. Not waiting for dismissal, Sar unbuckled himself and stepped from the car, stretching by throwing his arms to the sky and arching his back – listening to the pops and sickening snaps that followed from his tense bones.
Sar heard his father mutter under his breath, but chose to ignore him, turning his attention to the large, ornately decorated building in front of him. The sign overhead the front doors read, ‘Nightsong’. He tested the name on his lips and quickly followed his father into the shop.

[Xx Lady Cerberus xX]

With a playful glare, Thomas moved closer to Cypress's cage. His pale skinned hands pressed against the glass as he looked in at her. "And give you a chance to escape? Why risk it?"

Sphynx sat in her cage, a frown turning down the edges of her lips. 'Don't look at him,' she thought, casting her gaze away from the owner of the shop.





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[Maruhi]

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Rebecca perked up from her place behind the counter. Customers. She thought, immediately putting on a dazzling smile. Either a son and his father or an old heir with his favorite slave. She guessed as she moved from behind the corner, idly reaching behind her to tighten the strings of her corset.

Paying closer attention as they came closer, she settled on a father and his son, from the clothing. And not a happy pair. She added mentally, sizing up their body language. She'd seen it before; fathers buying the sons their first slaves whether they wanted it or not. Sometimes to introduce the boy to a lover's body, sometimes to take care of the boy since his mother had died or was elsewhere, and sometimes even to be a childbearer.

Which one this time...? She mused, opening the door for them. "Good morning gentlemen. What can I do for you today?"

[Obsidian_Light213]

Alaya always thought of this glass cage that she was kept in as a fish bowl, and herself the fish. Today was no exception as she stood with a delicate hand placed upon the cool glass. She could fully understand why fish were such lethargic pets now, being kept in a glass bowl was utterly dull and quite frankly rather boring. One had to have a rather sound state of mind not to go crazy as they watched all those walk by and gawk at them like they were nothing but a circus freak show. It truly made her wonder if there truly was a Brightside to the earth she had left so many years ago.

With a calm sigh, Alaya removed her hand from the glass and brought a book closer to her face. She was like the others here, bathed and dressed exquisitely, each in their own type of fashion. She herself wore a rather roman looking white dress that dipped dangerously low upon her back. She was accessorized lightly but enough to given her a regal appearance with her large pitch black wings and glossy long raven hair. At this moment with her back to the front of the glass and her wings folded gently at her back, one could only determine her lovely figure, while her amber eyes and her mind remained focused on the book that she kept poised open with only one of her delicate hands.

In truth, she looked like she couldn’t care less for what was going on outside of her fishbowl. Although it could be said that Alaya never seemed to give interest to the happenings of Nightsong, and kept herself lost within a book.

[aubrace]

She looked mournfully up at the shopkeeper, moving her hand to mirror his on the other side of the glass. She had known the answer before she had asked. It was the same every day. But, of course, she could always hope he would break the routine. "There are things downstairs to keep that from happening, aren't there?" she asked. Thing that would keep her close, yes, shock collars and invisible leashes and the like. Things she could get off in the air, where they couldn't reach her. Still those pleading eyes. "You can trust me, Master Thomas."

[xxMatto-kunxx]

Lafaeyl chuckled at the pleading sound of one of the winged girls in a square box a few feet down from his own. It was the same every single day; every morn she asked the same question and got the same answer. "Give it up. He has no pity for us. We are just his toys to sell." His black tail curled at the tip before flicking to his left, then back to his right. He couldn`t help but be amused. The only thing wrong with this place was the sense of being caged in an invisible box like a doll waiting to be hand-picked by a child. Otherwise, they were well fed and taken care of. Slipping from his crouched position, he allowed his body to lay on it's side at the front of the glass, ears still perked forward. "And here we begin." He could feel a disturbance in his shadows. Two people had entered the store. He could hear the keeper greeting them, but very faintly. His hearing was good, but it was still quite difficult to hear from two stories up.

[Xx Lady Cerberus xX]

A smirk played about Thomas's lips as he moved away from Cypress. Quick, calculating eyes took in every detail of the slaves in a matter of mere seconds. "Maruhi, get your hair out of your face. Sphynx...that corset...TIGHTEN it.'' He didn't like the slaves to have apperances anything less then perfect; it annoyed him to no end when there was a strand of flyaway hair, or a wrinkle in their clothes. Sloppiness didn't sell.

Without a word, Sphynx reached behind her back and grasped the corset strings, yanking them hard. She'd heard the door open downstairs, and the rumble of the female owners voice. Upon first arriving at the shop, Sphynx thought Rabecca was another slave. She was quickly proven wrong when the woman found her stairing; a whip across the back was always enough to jar one back to their sense.

[Sahlaris]

Sar peered silently around the shop; rather interesting attire for for sale - some he wondered was attire at all it was so small. His attention quickly turned to the voice of a woman and Sar was immediately turned off by the woman, she seemed especially calculating - him and his father were just meat.
But, regardless if his father agreed with his perception of the woman - he greeted her heartily with a toothy grin.
"Well hello miss, you can help us. We're looking for a slave today for my son." Under his breath, he added that was suppose to be only for the shopkeepers ears but Sar caught the gist of it, "Something for him to learn what it is to be a man if you're understanding me correctly." With a grin, he straightened up and glanced towards the staircase; he was a familiar man when it came to slave shops. Even after his wife was killed by one of his own slaves, he still was a regular buyer.
Sar sighed resigned and followed his father's gaze upwards. Even though he'd rather not be here, he could suppress a small inkling of curiosity of what was held upstairs. He had never actually attended a slave shop, he father was kind enough to shield him from that when he was a child. Every couple weeks his father would arrive home with a new slave, more often then not a female, and after his mother died; they would retire to his fathers room and that would often be the last he'd see of that soul.
Being here was like meeting a long lost relative; someone who had always been in your life, but you'd never officially met.

[aubrace]

Cypress sighed and sat back as Thomas went back to his normal self. There were customers downstairs, probably. She glanced over at her feline friend, frowning softly. She chose to remain silent, though, to ignore him. She opened her wings, bringing one forward with the other folded neatly behind her. She needed to preen a bit before the customers arrived. No feather could be out of place, not if Thomas was to be happy.

[Maruhi]

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Maruhi scowled at him as she tossed her head back, her long hair falling past her shoulders, her face perfectly clear. Yes, wouldn't want any buyers to miss out on seeing every inch possible, would we. Despite her position as meat on the market, Maruhi stood up and held her head high, standing with one hip thrusted out and a hand on her hip, a 'buy if you dare' look on her face.

She was waiting for the right master- she'd been bought twice before by the wrong ones, ones that bought her for the fun of taming her. They (or their families, if they suddenly died from 'accidents') had brought her back.

"Ready for business." She muttered, tugging the skirt down again, to no avail.

[Maruhi]

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Rebecca's smile grew a bit broader as the father confirmed her suspicions. She loved being right.

"You've come to the right place, sir. Please, follow me upstairs and I will show you our selection. My partner is making his morning rounds with them as we speak." As she passed, Rebecca knocked three times on a door located to the right of the desk. Immediately a completely broken in and very well groomed slave appeared and began to manage the desk.

As they passed by the second floor, she gestured to it. "Depending on your tastes, you'll find everything needed to break a less-then-willing slave on this floor, as well as some beginner's items." She smiled at the father flatteringly. "Though I get the feeling, sir, that this isn't your first time?"

Sliding a key into the door of the third floor, she raised her voice just a bit to ensure that Thomas would hear her. "All of the slaves are kept in clear boxes, for your viewing pleasure. A small info-card is in the righthand corner. Please, browse to your content. Thomas will let them out when you decide to buy, and you can bring them down to me." She opened the door wide, stepping in and gesturing for them to follow.

"If you have any questions, do not hesitated to ask either me or my partner."

[Xx Lady Cerberus xX]

Thomas's smirk and sneer vanished to be replaced by a business like smile. "Good morning sirs. Welcome." He moved quickly across the room, a large leather bound book appearing in his arms. "Your deepest most wild desires and fantasties can be found within this room. And if not...I will be more then happy to be sure it is FOUND for you." 'Anything for the customers...' he thought, eyes flicking to Rabecca. Such a devious woman...the way her twisted mind work never ceased to thrill him.

[Obsidian_Light213]

Alaya glanced away from her book momentarily and cast a glance over her shoulder, her amber eyes falling upon Thomas for a moment as he hassled the others to prefect their appearances. A soft scoff pushed past her lips as her eyes travels to the ones he spoke to, falling upon a preening angel. With a gentle shake of the head, her eyes returned downcast to her book, her back to the world. Her raven black hair fall gentle over her shoulders and parted gently with her wings. She wasn’t even mildly concerned with her appearance, but she was sure she looked appropriate. She wasn’t much of one to allow her dress to wrinkle or to let her hair become a nuisance. Her sense of pride was too high for such things.

Alaya could hear the soft sounds of the going on the floors below them, but often choose not to listen in. She simply couldn’t bring herself to be concerned with what was going on around her. Curiosity was apart of her nature, like it was apart of everyone’s even in the tiniest most minuet amount, so with the sound of Rebecca’s voice growing closer, she glanced over her shoulder for the briefest of moments before returning to her book and turning her back even more to the glass, if such a thing was even possible.

Alaya sighed softly a** she turned a page with a finger, never once lifting her other hand. Her legs grew slightly wearing from standing, so as a form of relaxation she pushed her one hip out to the side, accentuating her curves, and took most of the weight off of her one leg. Feeling better like such a pleased, and yet soft smile touched her pale lips, but her eyes never strayed from her book.

[Maruhi]

{There's a ghost down in the hall
There's a ghoul upon the bed...}

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Ormand frowned darkly as he looked up at the building. Fancy place. He thought with some degree of satisfaction. Better then those thrown up mud cottages that lined the slave quarters two streets over. This place had come highly recommended from friends. He hoped they were right; he didn't like this business, it was terribly uncomfortable to him.

Just someone to clean and cook. Is that too much to ask for? Sighing and swallowing his shame, he climbed up the stairs and opened the door.

At first, he thought that he had the wrong shop. Clothing? Out of confusion, he looked over what appeared to be a Southern Civil War soldier's jacket. What on earth...?

"Good morning sir. May I help you?" A voice made him jump and he turned to see a male standing behind a desk, a detached expression on his face. "I'm sorry, I thought this was a different shop." Ormand mumbled as he turned to leave.

"If you're looking for slaves sir, you are in the right place. The Mistress will be down soon, and she will help you. May I get you anything while you wait?" Ormand shook his head, taken off guard. Well at least I know I'm in the right place.

{...There's something in the walls
There's blood upon the stairs}