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http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/2695/meelimullari0250.jpgCypress started as she heard the book. It was hours after she had "gone to bed". She had waited for a long, long time, until she felt he would be asleep. She hadn't expected him to move upstairs, not after their exchange, so it was no surprise to her when she saw him sprawled across the couch on her way to the front door. She swallowed. She didn't like his close proximity to her and her exit.

The ring of keys had too many, honestly. She went to the door, praying that the multiple tries she would have to make wouldn't wake her sleeping master. She leaned against the door for a few moments, trying to figure which key would be the best for the first try, and finally put one in the first deadbolt.
 
     
 
Hawx shifted in his sleep, hearing the slight jingle of the keys. It wasn't enough to wake him thought, and he continued to sleep, though rather fitfully. Suddenly, headlights swept the front windows, and tires could be heard on the gravel, the noise of an idling engine bringing Hawx to his senses. He sat up and froze, seeing Cypress at the door. Anger flared up in his eyes as he rose and snatched the keys from her hand. Seconds later, there was a sharp knock on the door.

"I'll deal with you later..." Hawx snarled, moving to get in front of Cypress. He opened the door to reveal a man with long dark hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail, shorter and less broad then Hawx, and dressed in a wrinkled uniform. "Sorry to wake you sir, but there's been a security breach at work. A few crates of weapon- Who's she?" The mans cobalt colored eyes had found Cypress, and a broad grin stretched across his face. "Wow...you could have told us you had a girlfriend! Lucky dog, she's a pretty little thing!" "Deltro, shut up.” Hawx said, moving to shield Cypress from the man‘s view. “Cypress...” Hawx snapped, beginning to lose control on his temper, “you‘ll be coming with me to work, since you‘ve proven yourself untrustworthy. Deltro...help her into my truck.” Hawx was across the yard in seconds, yanking the door open and climbing in.

Young Deltro turn to look at Cypress. “Hello there miss!” he chimed rather happily despite the hour of the morning, the severity of his message AND Hawx‘s attitude. “Come with me!” he said, extending a hand to her.
     
http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/2695/meelimullari0250.jpgCypress froze as well. Her perfect plan, ruined. She should have known this would go wrong. Her eyes turned to Hawx and she shrank back as he approached. She stepped away as he opened the door. She hated this man, this Deltro, on sight. He had ruined it all. If he had shown up half an hour later, she would have been gone. She looked from his hand to his face, and back to his hand, then skirted past him toward the truck. She didn't want to get in this truck with Hawx, and she didn't want Deltro's help. She climbed in on her own, flutters running dangerously through her stomach. She pressed as close to the opposite door as she could, and absently wondered if Hawx would need a shirt.
 
     
 
A scowl was on Hawx's face as he wrapped an arm around Cypress and jerked her rather roughly against his side; Deltro climbed into the truck behind the angel, shutting the truck door behind him. "Sir...you shouldn't treat a woman-" the words fell quiet when the young man saw the look on the general's face. Swift, harsh movements brought the truck to life and pushed the speedometer to it's limits.

It took a whole 15 minutes for them to reach the center of the town. Hawx dug his security clearance badge from the dash a flashed it to the guards before driving the truck towards a large brick building in the distance. There were soldiers everywhere, complete and total pandemonium breaking loose. Hawx's grip was still tight around Cypress's waist as he climbed down from the truck, pulling her out with him. Deltro stood to one side, shaking in obvious fear. No one dared say a word about Hawx's lack of clothing. Even bare foot and shirtless, he was intimidating and his mere presence commanded respect. "I want a full report on my desk in 10 minutes." he snapped, wrapping his hand around Cypress's hand and tugging her along with him.

Hawx's office resembled a quaint country study, with the exception of two things; the gun that hung on the wall was a high powered sniper rifle, and the uniform that hung bellow it was used for hunting of a very unsportsmanlike quality. "Sit down, look pretty and keep your damn mouth shut." Hawx growled in Cypress's ear, reaching for the uniform that hung on it's hook.
     


Lafaeyl's ears perked forward as he heard more voices on the floor below. One was obviously another female and what sounded like her parents. Curling his tail absently, his eyes made one last sweep around the room before he pushed himself off of the floor and stretched, raking his nails against the glass. He knew it made a horrid sound and only grinned from it. He couldn`t help but be amused with other's pain. Stepping away from the glass, he stretched his arms upward then twisted his lower back, a few snapping sounds coming from his spine. A small purr echoed in the back of his throated as he lowered his arms, content now with himself. "Such a boring a** day. Nothing but kids and boys who want a pretty a** to look at." Snorting softly, he left the front of the glass and headed towards his bedding area, flopping down upon the sheet and relaxing. He wasn`t interested in the people here anymore. He just wanted to catnap.
 
     
 
http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/2695/meelimullari0250.jpgCypress was silent but for a little gasp that escaped her each time she was jerked around. She managed only to wince a little bit when he gripped her hand.

She couldn't say she minded that he was holding so tightly onto her, she didn't like the look of these other men. They scared her -- all of them were big and strong like Hawx, but somehow even in his anger she trusted him more to keep her safe.

She closed her eyes at the next set of orders, just nodding slightly before she sat down, across from his desk. She pulled her knees up to her chest, finding that she was rather sleepy after the whole ordeal. She wanted to ask Hawx if he was ashamed to have a slave, if that was why he didn't correct Deltro when he thought she was his girlfriend. But she didn't speak. She didn't want to upset him any further -- she had a feeling she was in enough trouble without making it worse for herself. She just had to hope that the chaos here at the base would be enough to distract him at least a little bit.
     
Without a single word of warning to Cypress, Hawx removed his night clothes until he stood in nothing but his boxers, turning to tug the uniform on and into place. In no time at all, he was fully dressed, and the anger had not let up one bit; if anything, he was even angrier.

"General?" A new voice came through the door, feminine and lush. "Enter, Sonya." Hawx responded, giving Cypress a quick glance. The woman that entered the room was of average height and very curvy, her hair pulled back into a sleek bun at the back of her neck. In her arms, she carried several thick file folders. "These contain the information on the weapons that were stolen" Sonya said in slightly seductive tones, laying the stack on Hawx's desk. Sonya's crimson colored eyes traveled up Hawx's form then over to Cypress, a sudden and cold hatred flaring into the woman's otherwise pretty features. The reason for her dislike of Cypress became apparent as Sonya stepped close to Hawx, laying a hand on his broad shoulder. "You can figure this out...I'm sure of it.." she cooed, only to have her hand removed rather roughly by Hawx. "Sonya, if you don't want to be dinner, I suggest you move." he growled, flipping open the folders.

As his eyes scanned the list of items stolen, one thing became apparent to Hawx; it had to be an inside job. Civilian's were not allowed on base unless escorted by soldiers, and were never allowed to wander freely. And no civilian would have access to the weapons cache.
 
     
 
http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/2695/meelimullari0250.jpgCypress blinked as her master stripped, then turned her eyes away. Much as she wanted to look, and didn't much care that he was nearly naked, she supposed it was a respect thing. As he got dressed she turned her eyes back up, sighing as she saw the anger that was still there.

She straightened as she heard the other woman's voice, lowering her legs from being so close to her chest. Sonya was pretty, beautiful really. Cypress watched as she moved around the room -- even in a strict uniform her shapely body was obvious. She felt a stab of surprising jealousy as Sonya watched Hawx, glaring right back as those crimson eyes turned to her. She pulled one leg back up on the chair, resting her chin there and keeping her narrowed eyes on Sonya until she left.

Finally she felt able to speak. "General, what's going on?" she asked, looking up at him.
     
Miki Kimbell


Miki shrugged her shoulders as nobody came to help her out in this slave shop, another sigh coming from her mouth as she continued to look around. Where did they get so many people from? She shook her head and read the descriptions about the different slaves "No...no...not right for me...too out of control..." she whispered. 'Or too in control...I could tame these slaves...I could probably tame them in just a few hours, if not just minutes.' rang the all too familiar voice of her sadistic side. She grabbed her head and shook a little bit "No...no..." she whispered again. She was back.

Miki had the problem of having multiple personalities, a problem that she thought she'd gotten rid of quite a long while ago. Her sadistic side had been absent in her life for a few years, so she thought she'd gotten rid of that problem. She now came to discover that she was wrong. 'Well...come on...this is a slave shop after all. Let me take over. I'll get you a good little slave b--' "NO!" she shouted. Her face turned red and she cleared her throat realizing how crazy she must have seemed just now 'No...you won't.' she thought angrily. A chuckle rang in her mind 'You'll come to realize that you don't control me Miki...it's quite the opposite way around.' Miki didn't understand. She sighed "What's that supposed to--" 'Mean?' her sentence was finished in a thought as her other personality took over. "Hmm...this shop seems to be promising." she said calmly as she browsed around the shop.

She approached all of the glass boxes that the slaves were in, but found none that she was interested in. None, that is, until Lafaeyl. She stopped at his box and smirked a little bit "Hmm..." was her only word as she looked him over. Neko ears and a tail, he seemed to be perfect. She tapped on the glass and looked him over again "You there, what's your name." she knew that she could probably have read the paper to find out, but she wanted him to tell her himself.
 
     
Rp with me? I want semi-literate to literate please? -puppy dog face- please?

roar, I be a dino!
 
{{I apologize if I seem distant. There was a shooting in Ft. Hood Air Force base where my Uncle is stationed, no one knows if he is alright or not}}


'Should I bother discussing these things with her?' Hawx thought, his eyes fixed on the paper work. "We've had a few crates of weapons go missing. We need to find out who took them, HOW they were able to get them out of here, and WHY they need these weapons." he finally said, noticing that Sonya was still in the room. "I believe I asked you to leave."

Sonya cast her lust filled gaze over Hawx once more before finally exiting the room, jerking the door shut behind her. Once she was gone, Hawx looked up at Cypress, a good amount of anger in his eyes. "Your a fool." he said, disappointment lacing his tones as he snatched a file from his desk. "You sit in this office, Those windows are barred, and I'm locking the door behind me. Don't get any ideas." The gun came down off the wall and was slung over Hawx's back, the door clattering shut behind him, leaving Cypress alone.
     
BUMP HERE IF I GLOW
http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/2695/meelimullari0250.jpgCypress hated that tone. She looked down, biting her lip as he spoke. She nodded to his order and sighed, turning her body to try and get comfortable in his chair. Finally, finding that this chair was horribly uncomfortable, she moved to his chair, which was quite a bit softer and bigger. She sighed quietly and curled up, toes sticking out over the edge and her head resting back. She closed her eyes and soon she was asleep, waiting for him to return.

[I'm sorry...I really hope everything's all right.]
 
     
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these are my icons, as in I made them. if you like them, let me know. I may just give you one.
 


Those ears twitched at the sound of a tapping on his glass followed by a female voice. At first, he was annoyed that he didn`t even get a few moments to nap before he was awakened again. Sitting up in his bed, his topaz irises stared at the girl asking for his name. Was she stupid? That's what the sheet of information was for? Why waste time when the answer was right infront of her face? Stalking from his bed, he made his way to the front of the glass once more, position himself right infront of her, leaning forward against the glass and placing his arm above his head. "There's a sheet of information right there in the corner, doll face. It has all the info you`ll need on it. But I think you already knew that." Eying her up and down, he guessed her age and weight. "Pretty brave for a girl like you to come here by herself. My name is Lafaeyl."
     
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