~:: I am yours, and yours alone.. ::~ (M/S) (Needs People.)

[1 hit wonder boy]

Kaitlyn Shaw
Never underestimate the quiet ones.

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When Aurora agreed to more tea, Kaitlyn poured her the glass of tea, making sure to not let it overflow. With the tea coming to a safe level, Kaitlyn pulled back on the pot and placed it on the table. She watched as Kaitlyn took her cup back, but didn't take a drink from it. Did she do something wrong? That's when she asked Kaitlyn her question. Oh! She hadn't asked her that question yet. Which she found kinda weird. Most of the people who were interested in her asked that first. Kaitlyn took one last sip from her tea, and placed it on the table. "Well..." she started, thiking of the things she was good at and not so good at, "...I guess mainly the things an average slave is good at: Cooking, Cleaning. That sort of stuff. I am a little musically talented. Especially on the flute. I use to have one but..." Kaitlyn stopped herself. What happened to her flute was her father beat her once with it because it was annoying him. It never played right after that. But there was no need to trouble Aurora with her past. Especially since the man was dead. Aurora tried to think of a lie, one thing she was never good at. "...but...It was lost in the move into the slave shop." She said, her eyes turned away from Aurora. She could never lie straight to someone's face. Something that always gave away when she was lying. Aurora tried to think of someway to change the subject real quick. "I'd like...I'd like to prove myself. Show you my worth. If you don't mind, Ms. Nairne..." she said, looking back up at her. She wanted to cook this woman a nice dinner. Possibly clean something. And maybe entertain her with some music or something. If she had any musical instruments of her own. Kaitlyn didn't own any anymore. It was mainly because her father broke them or broke them across her. The scars on her back being proof. Something she hoped Aurora would never see. She felt that it would happen sooner or later though.

((It's okay! I fully understand. Finals were this week. X . X But today was my last one so longer posts should be cranking out soon!))
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[Miss Alchiap]

Charityxxx Sin

Indubitably, the dependence was not quite there. If this vampire was trying to show he did trust her, he certainly was doing it incorrectly. Here she thought the tour would continue towards the gardens or some sort of music room but will in fact, he had decided to bring her to the most (in her virtuous mind) gruesome space. Mary's basic tour was more welcomed aboard than this! Chains hung from the ceilings to sex toy's lying in wait on the shelves. If there was a way to make someone even more uncomfortable, he won the award for it. First place did he obtain! Charity posed a weak smile in response, taking the verbal gesture to heart. It made her nervous to be standing in such a room, so instead, she waited in the hall. Hands clutching onto the elbows as those gorgeous wings fold themselves in a way to shield the front. It looked like a giant cocoon made out of chocolate feathers, detailed down to the very tip. Right now, her mind was juggling thoughts, tugging this way and that. Upon first meeting him, he seemed like a pretty nice guy. However, disobeying him caused the vampire to reveal the sort of beast he truly was. Charity thought perhaps they got off to a wrong start as he even made treats for the ladies. But after seeing that, the free spirited birdy began to wonder if it simply was a ruse to achieve a false sense of safety. She had fallen asleep in front of him, proving to be a an almost fetal flaw. If it weren't for Mary, she would have gone full harpy to tear off those blasted cords herself! The question was now, should she use the opportunity to try and run? Or get a quick flight in before being taken down again? Charity had been brought up with certain values, one of which she could tell the vampire favored. Would he be so kind and respect certain wishes?

'He doesn't even take in the fact I hate when people touch my wings...Would he really...'

She didn't want to think about it. Cautiously, the little pigeon poked her head back in, wings folding against her back to see. Esien still seemed to be searching for a particular object. It was now or never. Would she let him touch them again? Or fly off to find a place to perch? Rekindling the sharp pain the first shackle brought upon helped her make a decision. Trying to escape without actually knowing the foundation of the mansion would be mad, seeing he would have the upper hand. Instead, Charity wanted to take her last flight around the building inside (since the ceiling was so high she could actually soar) and key on the word try to ignore the outcome. Talk about nonsense and keep to the ceiling. Appear to have some sort of ADD. She wouldn't be that stupid and try to get out (not without knowing everything about this place first) but just couldn't bear the thought of having something constrict the thing that defined what she was. What her mother was proud of the race to come.

Taking in a breath, those wings expanded out, flapping lightly. Her body hovered over the flooring for a brief moment, knees bending before finally taking off into the air, sweeping up the dust along with it. He couldn't be mad if she flew around a little; right? But he was smart and probably will figure out the plan before it actually rolls out. But Charity just had to try, just had to get some time in. Maybe all he wanted to do was show her to put it on later? Still, later would come up soon and in his time meant very soon. All she could think was what happen later. Please, oh please, will he not use that vulgar room.

Her body literally was touching the very top, glancing down towards the empty outline of where she once stood.

'I wonder how long it will take for him to notice?'


( not super long but decent lol )

[JohnnyTheDictator]

Hi! My name's Samson! You can just call me Sammy, though!

Would you happen to have any milk? Maybe even a few cookies too!

You seem nice, but are you going to die and leave me like my parents?

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Sammy giggled loudly as his hair touched the ground and his shirt fell over his eyes. He kicked forward and landed on his legs. He had been walking on his hands to practice getting better at it. He was walking through the middle of the main shop. Some of the other slaves were getting entertainment out of the small boy's impressive tricks. He jumped up as high as he could and tucked his legs in his arms while in the air. He did a back flip and landed back on his legs. Some of the slaves laughed, others clapped, and some were in complete shock that such a small boy could do such impressive tricks. Sammy gracefully bowed and walked back into the kitchen. He stood in front of the fridge and pulled out a carton of milk. He climbed on top of a counter and reached up to pull out a dish. He crawled back down to the ground and poured the milk into the dish. Then, he began to lap up the milk inside of the dish with a smile on his face. Sammy's tail swayed behind him as he lapped up the milk. It didn't take long for him to finish all of the milk. He reached up on his tippy toes to put the dish into the sink. He put the milk away back inside the fridge. Then Sammy walked out of the room on his hands.

Sammy walked into the music room where he spent a lot of his time. Everynow and then somebody walked in to play. There was a small little bed that looked like a bird nest made out of cloth. He crawled on top of the piano seat and tried to tap the keys to make some music. He hit ever key once with one finger. Then he used to tail to brush across all of the keys. Sammy eventually stepped onto the piano with all four legs and crawled back and forth. It was kind of funny how cats liked to sit on pianos. Sammy acted more like a cat than anything. After feeling he'd made enough "music", as Sammy called it, he leapt off. He walked over to the little bed he slept in. He curled up into a little ball and rested in the middle of it. The cushion rose around his entire body and almost entirely engulfed him. Sammy covered his eyes with his ears and fell asleep.

Samson "Sammy" Salec Sanders

[_-OoGrace like RainoO-_]

Serafina

Look into a dragon's eyes, and tell me what you see...

When once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward..

As if she would let him get away that easily. She was a dragon, and she was competitive by nature. There was no way that she would back down, not even from a little game like this. So, her grin only growing, she would pick up her pace, jogging to keep up with his stride. It wasn't long before once again she was sheltering him from the rain, her massive, feathered wing held out over his head. A low grumble escaped her throat, though it wasn't the sound of anger. No, rather, it sounded more like a chuckle than a growl. It was as if she were laughing, a sign that she was beginning to enjoy herself.

Serafina hadn't been out and about like this for awhile. No, any time she had gone outside before, it had been to greive, to sulk for her lost kin. What was it that made this so different for her? Was it the fact that she felt free from her binds, that just breaking the chains had given her enough joy to temporarily forget about her past lost, or was it that she was simply enjoying her company?

" What is the matter, Ikamo? I'm only trying to keep you dry. "

Again there was that soft chuckle, one that immediately would let him know that she was in on his game. She continued to match his pace, although she did take notice that they were nearing the forest. Once inside the trees, it would be hard to continue their little game. She knew that she couldn't keep up, not while weaving through trees and under branches.

Well, it would be fun while it lasted.

.. for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.

" Beyond the Shards " Kate the Great.

[_-OoGrace like RainoO-_]

Angelica "Angel" Faustine.

Beauty is power..

Angel had been wandering around the lobby of the store, surveying the damage that had been done. It was about that time that a boy, one of the child slaves, had come in. She turned her head to get a better look at him, quickly noting his feline like appearance. Very similar to her own. She couldn't help but feel somewhat drawn to him, at least attention wise. He was a beautiful calico, colors of orange, black, and white. She knew that he would be very popular, especially when he grew up. For now, he was simply adorable.

Now, if only she liked kids.

His name was Samson, though he liked being called Sammy. She hadn't seen him that often, but she knew enough about him to know his name at least. She wondered if he had ever noticed her before.

It wasn't long before he was preforming tricks, such as walking on his hands and doing back flips. Some of the others in the room were watching as well. Some laughed, enjoying the little entertainment they could find in what was once the nicest rooms of the store. A few even seemed shocked, or even concerned for the child. As if he would fall and break his neck. Angel would only smile. She knew how easy it was for the boy to preform such spectacles.

A cat had excellent balance and grace, even as a child.

Soon, the boy would leave, heading into the kitchen. She watched him as we went, a strange pang in her chest, one she couldn't quite explain. She would try to ignore it though, and she went back to wandering around, avoiding the attention of any others in the room. It wouldn't be long before her thoughts ran back to that little boy. He looked so young, too young to even be here. Yet, Angel knew that he was not here for the same reasons that she was. For him, he had the easy way out. The store owner had something else in mind when she purchased children. This became their home, until they were 'adopted'. Children never made good pets or slaves, but they were very popular for people who wanted a companion. So, she would sell them, her intentions being that they would find a home where they would be taken care of and raised. Was that to be his fate?

Suddenly, there was a loud crash of thunder, one loud enough to cause Angel to jump. The fur on her ears and tail stood on end, and for a moment every muscle in her body would tense. Oh, how she hated this weather! She quickly tried to regain her composure, casting off an evil glare to anyone who would dare snicker at her. Finally, she wandered off, leaving the sanctuary of the lobby.

She walked through the halls, planning on simply heading back to her room, when a new sound came to her. The sound of a piano, and one not being played the right way at all. She frowned, her curiosity getting the best of her. She walked down to the music room, and found the door to be left open. She peeked inside, to find the boy from before. He was just finishing his exercise on the poor piano, and he would walk over to a near by bed. He laid down, curled up, and soon enough, he seemed to be asleep.

Angel would wait for a short time before she would silently walk into the room, heading over towards him small bed. She would slowly kneel down, waiting to make sure that he was completely asleep before she would sit down on the floor. He looked so cute, so innocent.. He was too young for a place like this. She had heard the story about how he had gotten here. He had been dropped off when he was just an infant. Alana had raised him, though she had still tried to find a home for him. She knew he wasn't hers, and she didn't seem to want the responsibility of a child, though she would not turn him away, either. Her ears would fold back just slightly, and soon enough her tail would wrap around her waist. Slowly, she would reached over, gently placing her finger tips against the top of his head. His hair was so soft. She would glide her fingertips against his hair, hesitating a moment before she would place her hand delicately on the top of his head, careful not to wake him. To be honest, she looked almost.. sad. She couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor kid. He needed to have a home, and to be surrounded with people who loved him and cared about him..

.. Not here.

.. a smile is its sword.

" Hell Yeah " - Rev Theory.

[JohnnyTheDictator]

Hi! My name's Samson! You can just call me Sammy, though!

Would you happen to have any milk? Maybe even a few cookies too!

You seem nice, but are you going to die and leave me like my parents?

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Sammy thought the could feel something touching his forehead and something over his waist. It was probably just his dream. It made him smile in his sleep and have a peaceful look. He dreamed of what he thought his real mother and father would look like. If he had one, he would want to live in the circus. It was one of Sammy's favorite places to be. Not just any circus though. A famous one! One for nekos! Milk and fish would be the main foods. Maybe even some mice if you liked them. Most nekos didn't though. The small human part of them gave them enough decency to not desire those kinds of foods. Sammy would be the leading act with his amazing tricks. His father would be the ring master and his mother the lead clown. He always thought his mother would be very funny if he had one. If only it were true... At least Sammy could have some hopes and dreams for a little bit. Even if it was just a nap. He purred when he could feel something brushing his head. Sammy even started to dream that whoever was petting him was his mother. (Can't really post much till he wakes up. I can edit it if you want me to wake him up. It did say in the post you tried not to wake him up.)

Samson "Sammy" Salec Sanders

[_-OoGrace like RainoO-_]

Angelica "Angel" Faustine.

Beauty is power..

She would listen as the boy, Sammy, began to purr at her touch. A delicate, almost foreign smile adorned her lips now. What was it about this boy that was so cute? Was it just because he seemed so innocent? So oblivious to the world around him? It made her wonder why he was even still here. Had no one wanted to take this child? He didn't seem to be a troublemaker, not in the slightest. All he wanted was to play games and have attention. He should have been snatched away when he was just an infant.

" You're just too cute for your own good, kid. "

She tried to speak in a hushed tone, trying to keep herself quiet. She didn't want to wake him. No, he looked too cute sleeping like that. Besides, he was probably tired. Should she just leave him alone and go back to her room? Maybe she should go and take her own nap. There wasn't much else to do, not while it was raining.

As if on cue, there was a flash of lightening, followed by a loud roar of thunder. She immediately jumped, letting out a soft cry in surprise. Once again her fur was standing on end, and her tail was flicking back and forth behind her in irritation. Ugh, stupid weather! Her heart was racing, beating so hard that it felt like it was about to jump through her very chest. Her eyes were fixed on the window, a glare fixed on her features.

As if she could threaten the storm!

.. a smile is its sword.

" Hell Yeah " - Rev Theory.

[JohnnyTheDictator]

Hi! My name's Samson! You can just call me Sammy, though!

Would you happen to have any milk? Maybe even a few cookies too!

You seem nice, but are you going to die and leave me like my parents?

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Sammy was awoken suddenly by a loud crack of thunder and a flash of lightening followed by a shrike. He opened his eyes suddenly and searched the room for the source. He could see a woman in the room with all of her fur standing on end. He sat up, raised with his legs underneath his butt. "Hiya! My names Samson! You can call me Sammy! I've seen you before! You're a cat too!" He said out of nowhere. It seemed to be completely random and out of place. Sammy was very forward all the time. He wasn't shy in the slightest bit. Meeting a new person was always fun anyways! "I'm five and seven eighteenths old! What's your name? What's your favorite color? Mine's blue! Can you stand on your hands? I can! How old are you? You seem like you're really, really, really, really, really old!" He said, not realizing that what he said would sound kind of rude. Sammy rolled forward off of his bed. He held his hands out in front of him as he rolled. Then, when he his hands hit the ground, he pushed up. He stood on his hands in front of Angel with his tail swinging. It sort of drooped down, but he kept it from hitting the ground.

Samson "Sammy" Salec Sanders

[_-OoGrace like RainoO-_]

Angelica "Angel" Faustine.

Beauty is power..

She quickly looked back to the boy as he woke up, and before anything else he went away to talking. He told her his name, which she already knew, and he said that he had seen her before. He also took notice that she was like him. Well, smart kid, huh? Before she could even get a word in, he was at it again. His age, then he wanted to know her name, her favorite color, while giving her his. He continued on and on with more questions, but it wasn't until he asked her about her age and made the comment that she looked really old that she frowned. Her ears perked forward, and once again her tail began to flick back and forth, a sign of annoyance.

Maybe this was why he was still here.

He rolled out of his little bed and immediately did a hand stand. He stood in front of her, and it was obvious that he was trying to show off his favorite trick to her.

Well, she had to try and be patient, at least.

" Hey, hey, hey, kid. One question at a time, okay? Now, lets see.. My name? Angel. My favorite color? .. Purple. No, I have never tried to stand on my hands. I am eighteen years old. "

She tried to smile now, and slowly her tail would relax at her side on the floor, though the tip would still flick every so often. Her ears would relax, and she would take in a deep breath, waiting a moment before she would exhale. She was trying desperately to relax. She knew she would regret it if she blew up at him. After all, he was just a kid.

.. a smile is its sword.

" Hell Yeah " - Rev Theory.

[JohnnyTheDictator]

Hi! My name's Samson! You can just call me Sammy, though!

Would you happen to have any milk? Maybe even a few cookies too!

You seem nice, but are you going to die and leave me like my parents?

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Sammy seemed satisfied with all of her answers. He couldn't help it if he was easily excited. Meeting somebody new was always the best part of the day. Apperently Angel wasn't as enthusiastic as Sammy. She seemed to be slightly annoyed by his numerous questions. He bent backwards and let his legs touch the ground and pulled the rest of his body up. He was pretty much deflated, but he could still talk to this person. "Well, it's fun to stand on your hands. You should try it! You're eighteen? Wow... You're much older than me," He said, seeming to be facinated with her much older age. Most kids want to grow up right away. Sammy was no exception. He smiled widely at Angel and tried to think of another question. "How come you're in the room?" He finally thought of. It was kind of strange that she would just suddenly walk in. How long had Sammy been asleep? Was she there the whole time? Sammy waited, loosing his smile. He tilted his head and had the face of curiousity.

Samson "Sammy" Salec Sanders

[Little Lotz]

Cesar just looked out the window, a small frown upon his face as she explained the odd weather patterns, “I don’t like that part of spring, milady.” Cesar responded, “It’s far too unpredictable... I’d prefer to know what the weather is like at the beginning of the day, and not for it to suddenly change.”

When she asked him if he liked the rain, he shrugged, an almost bored expression on his face as he looked out the window, “Like I said, milady, I’m not horribly fond of the rain. Actually, I’d prefer if it was sunny outside, maybe with some wind. I can handle it when it’s sprinkling, but even then… I don’t like it. Staying dry is my preference, except if the water is warm. Then it’s fun!” He looked back to her, smile on his face, “There was this one time I went to a dragon territory, and because it was in the tropics the rain was warm. It was loads of fun, you could run around and play without worrying about feeling cold.” He looked back outside, “I think the reason why I don’t like the cold rain is because I might be cold blooded or something close to it… comes with being a dragon, I guess.”

He felt her touch on his skin, squeezing his shoulders before she made her way next to him against the windowsill. How he wished that she had stayed there just a little longer! Even if just for a second. Her hands were warm, and he was rapidly growing cold from the weather. It seemed that she didn’t have the heater on right now, if she even had one. She might have not been feeling so cold because she was wearing a shirt. He should probably acquire a jacket sometime soon, a sweater, maybe. Summer would be approaching and he wouldn’t need a real jacket until the end of Fall.

She then asked him what he wanted to do, that the rain would not go away for a while. He chuckled and looked at her, “I already told you, milady, I don’t have any hobbies! I wouldn’t know what to do on a day like this. I used to just do what my mistresses told me they wanted to do. That’s pretty much just been my life… I’d be happy with whatever you think of.” He smiled, and looked back out the window, noticing how the wind began to pick up. How could Ikamo possibly like this weather? It was so harsh… then again, he was a strong dragon, and he could handle it. Maybe it really wasn’t that bad of a storm to Ikamo. Their kind lived on an island, next to a red-hot mountain, so maybe the wind was worse there…

“Oh!” He said, turning his head to Alana “We should probably head back to the shop… we’ve been gone for a while, and I kind of want to help clean up the lobby… I still feel horrible about that whole thing. It’s raining, but I don’t think it’s that big of a deal between here and over there. It’s not that far at all.”

[Miss Alchiap]

Charityxxx Sin

Just as she suspected, the defective was clever. Her plan had been foiled by the very second it was issued out. Now what Charity? It was all she could ponder. It wasn't exactly her plan to try and fly off, but Esien alleged she might and had blocked the doors off. All she had to show was her goofy, timid smile. Sweaty palms pressed up against the ceiling before her, spine against the top. In a way wishing her body would compose within the walls to hide from the trouble she just created.

”No no…I just wanted to stretched them…I haven’t been able to fly since being taken… They become sore after awhile…”

Usually telling the truth can make trouble disappear, but why did this feel different? Would he think of this as her excuse to sore? Yet, she remained still, stuck by an invisible force against the building. This caged bird was beginning to panic. It had been awhile since she was able to feel the breeze ripple across her skin, feel the wind pressing against those glorious wings. After what she had done, how could she possibly come down? Despite his reasoning and threats, Charity shook her head in response. The obedient pet within her was slipping, now engulfed within the moment. Having the ability to fly was more important, she just wasn’t thinking straight. The word’s clip didn’t even process, if it did perhaps she would be acting a bit differently. Those petite fingers gripped the corners, loose hair hanging down on each end as again she shook her head.

”Please… Let me fly for a little… You cannot possibly understand what I am going through…. I need this… Just for a half hour the most…I can’t tolerate pain easily unlike yourself….I give you my word…I…”

Something hit, not a realization of course. Had he ever flown? Did he even understand the pleasure in it? Her eye’s shifted towards the maids as her curiosity was expanding. Did they even offer? Charity wasn’t strong, but those wings she bears were extremely powerful. Just for that half hour, why not give him her guided tour? Slowly, her body began to lower towards the ground, careful not to move too close to the floor. He could say no after all. Then where would that lead her? She came just enough that her body hovered near his head, bending down to extend her hand towards him.

”Come with me? Just for a half an hour? Then I will do as you say. I promise.”

Those rosy cheeks rose as that sweet smile shown, her right hand still lingering in hopes for him to grasp it. Not to pull, but to agree. It was naive of her to write such a blank check (for she is young still) but she was honest. All she wanted to do was fly, she was smart enough not to try and run. If he actually trusted her, he could show now. If she was happy, he would be happy and this relationship (if any) can then run a lot smoother.