Shackled and Chained (A slave/master RP) {Accepting}

[Moon Soulhart]

My room || potential master || slightly nervous, hungry || Outfit || Form

Moon smiled when she was, assumingly, complimented. "Thank you." Lowering her chin to its original spot. She heard so many rumors of how masters were cruel, even in the shops. Then again, this shop was also nicer. Shaking her head slightly at her comment, trying to think a moment but making herself even more confused. "What?" She mumbled, glancing to the floor, then back at the woman. "I do not understand." Moon, honestly, wanted to go back to her home woods, with her companion. But that was far from something that could happen, someone buying her just to fly her back home and release her. She tried thinking of the closest thing to having freedom, still unsure whether she would be answer her question correctly, ears lowering half-way. "I do want to run, and hunt, again..." Her voice trailed lower the more she spoke, knowing that couldnt be right.
[ooc || Kyo is open! ]

My concrete hell-hole || no one || pissed, bored, hungry || Outfit

SayuriAkage

[SayuriAkage]

Moon Soulhart

~ Miramoto Manor ~

Running... hunting... Well, she would make for a fast runner; a courier, perhaps? Having her hunt in the nearby woods may also reduce the increasing rabbit populations that are grieving Jasmine and the garden.

"I've heard that when hunting, wolves have some of the most beautiful forms to look at."

However, her voice showed that there was more; she didn't seem like she was telling the whole story. Of course, she understands how every newly caught slave would want to return from where they belong, but Yura couldn't simply do that; she'd cast a shadow on her reputation. Still, if this woman would work for her for several years, perhaps Yura could pull off some excuse, as she did with others at the manor.

"But those hobbies don't seem so indicative of that little feather on your collar. Did someone make a mistake in their labeling?"

[Shadow_Romeo]

xx⊱⊱┇ Shinji Kageyama
xxxxxxxxxxxThe legend× The Corsic ×The Slave×
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx. . .A life filled, with horror A past filled with blood...

The last Crosicxx● ● ●


☆● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●☆




Shinj's watched as the once crowed room began to dwindle first was lady Blackbird to which Shinji bowed his head to her as she left, not one to speak without being spoken to directly, even in parting. His attention then turned back to Deciet who seemed oddly happy that Shinji was a Crosic, which was odd, Corsics were made to be weapons, tool of war and mass destruction, yet he made it seem like they were puppies or a rare house hold pet, though in a way that was what Shinji had become. Soon a young woman accompanied by a man with shaggy blond hair found themselves as his doorway and calling for Deceit. After a bit of banter the two left to find their mistress 'He truly is a bit odd isnt he' Shinji caught himself thinking before turning his attention to the final person who had entered his cell.

Hearing her bring up the masters that had visited him he tried to think of a proper way to answer that question, he honestly wasnt to picky, mostly because after having his spirit and body broken so many times by his former master never occurred to him to have a opinion of his own about people after his passing. "Most who come to this area are looking for fighting types, or wild ones. I tend to stay unoccupied, till today" he admits, most people wanted a challenge so they went after those were on the wild side, those who needed broken. After all what was the one of an exotic slave who already had his will taken from him.

He watched closely as his cage door was opened and he was released from its confines. He looks at her hand for a moment before bowing and taking it up kissing the top. He stood up straight and lets his eyes rest of his forehead knowing it was best not to make direct eye contact since it tended to make people uncomfortable in his experience. "Where would you like me to escort you"


EternalRaine323

[Moon Soulhart]

My room || potential master || slightly nervous, hungry || Outfit || Form

Moon didnt think that anything about hunting was beautiful. Its fun, to her, but a bloody mess, depending on the size of prey. Which tied with her next question. It made her think on her cleaning abilities. "I dont.. I mean, maybe?" She traced her metallic fingers across the collar again, finding the feather. "I have never been inside, like this, or any house, unless to raid it." That was a stupid slip of her tongue. "I used to clean our cave a lot, and myself." Maybe she got it for being clean, and not cleaning? "I can clean food well, too." Well that didnt count. After her mindless rambling, she realized that her tone was implying that she wanted her only to clean, or mainly to anyway. Well, couldnt take back was was already said, her ears lowering even more, feeling stupid.
[ooc || Kyo is open! ]


My concrete hell-hole || no one || pissed, bored, hungry || Outfit

SayuriAkage

[SayuriAkage]

Moon Soulhart

~ Miramoto Manor ~

Like Jackson said, labels were such silly things.

Ah, dear, another rogue to add to the collection. I'm not sure we have place for that. Also, we really need a maid...

She watched the ears lower a bit. Well, perhaps she'll find a redeeming quality if she continued to pursue the conversation.

"Will you tell me about your arm?"

Yura wondered what kind of maintenance the thing required, and if they would need to replace it anytime soon. They could even upgrade it if it'll help her perform better.

[Moon Soulhart]

My room || potential master || slightly nervous, hungry || Outfit || Form

Moons eyes widened slightly when her arm was mentioned, feeling a pit in her stomach. Yes, she was prideful, but didnt want to talk about the accident. Maybe she could get around it. Even though she did ask, she was sure the woman wanted an answer. "Yes. It is made of metal plates, actually mostly hollow. Has only needed to be fixed once since I got it about six years ago. It holds well in most kinds of weather, and temperatures. It is built specifically for me only, and will change form as I do." That was about it, right? "If not used, the bolts will start to rust in a matter of hours." Had to be truthful. Eyes trailing back up, an ear twitching. "Is that good?" She never had so many questions thrown at her, and if she went through all this just to not be bought, just to watch her leave, would she have to do this with every master?
[ooc || Kyo is open! ]


My concrete hell-hole || no one || pissed, bored, hungry || Outfit

SayuriAkage

[SayuriAkage]

Moon Soulhart

~ Miramoto Manor ~

Giving her a soft smile, she shook her head.

"Do not be concerned about pleasing me. It'll make it easier on the both of us if you're honest."

Yura took a couple steps towards the wolf shifter to get a better look at the arm. She knew quite a bit about metalwork, but if the arm was mostly hollow, then the arm wasn't purely mechanical. It had to be charmed as well; she may have to ask D'metri or Jasmine about that.

"How would you even sleep in it, then? Do you toss and turn?"

[Moon Soulhart]

My room || potential master || territorial, hungry || Outfit || Form

Ears immediately pinned back, tensing slightly as she examined her arm. When asked about sleeping with it, she was, again, a bit confused and didnt understand. "I have never minded, It doesnt bother me anymore. If needed, it can be removed. Plus, im a stomach sleeper." Chuckling under her breath, the reaching up her other arm, stretching out the collar of her shirt more, enough to show her shoulder for a few moments before it shrank again. Her shoulder was covered in metal, ending before her neck. There wasnt much else for her to explain on it, she wasnt the one who built or dealt with it. "Sorry, thats all I know really about it." She was telling the truth, but also wanted the woman to take at least a step back.
[ooc || Kyo is open! ]


My concrete hell-hole || no one || pissed, bored, hungry || Outfit

SayuriAkage

[SayuriAkage]

Moon Soulhart

~ Sayuri ~

With a clink, the door opened again. As Sayuri looked up, a guard entered the room with a small bag.

"Unfortunately, we're gonna have to remove your little gifts, okay?"

No-no!

She clutched the bracelet closely to her chest, showing him that it was the one thing that she wouldn't give up.

"Oh, you're going to show resistance now? Come on, don't make things any harder than it has to be."

The guard began picking up the bits of food and trash that Lady Blackbird had left behind for her, and she watched quietly as they disappeared one by one. Once he finishes, Sayuri knew what she'd be after next...

"Alright, time for you to give that up..."

As the guard reached for the bracelet, he was shocked when she suddenly took it and stuffed it into her mouth. With a struggle, she swallowed the bracelet, then glared at the guard, challenging him to take it from her. It was a precious gift from the lady, and she would rather die than part with the last bit of kindness she may ever receive from anyone. Closing her eyes, she focused once more and induced shapeshifting.

"T-The shapeshifter! Tell the manager!"

The pain! It hurt so much... The shift she was trying to pull was much more complex than the previous one with Lady Blackbird, and so the pain was amplified. However, unlike last time, she did not have to do for as long a period of time, and within twenty seconds, she was able to complete her job. She didn't look any different on the outside, but she knew, the treasure she kept within was safe.

She was just starting to relax when the guard returned and snatched the remote from the wall. Before she knew, her collar was set on "High", causing her to scream out before she blacked out. The screech reverberated through the exotics section, and even some of the customers at the front of the shop claimed to hear it.

[KiiingIzzy]

ღღღI'm standing on top with a killer view ; Inspired feeling like a million ; I'm one in a millionღღღ

His answer confused her. ”Wild ones?” she repeated, completely perplexed. ”I don’t think I understand.” Why would anyone actually want a challenge? Wasn’t it just much easier to have someone that listened the first time? Someone kind and willing to help? That made more sense to her. Cooperation and willingness was key, or at least it was as far as she was concerned. Anyone who refused to answer to her simply wouldn’t do. Hannah had far too much to do to deal with an unruly slave on top of it. They were meant to be ordered about, and any of them which didn’t understand that just weren’t worth the money.

A giggle escaped her at the tickle of his lips on the back of her hand. She had expected a handshake, much as she did with people she introduced herself to. Either that simply was not done with slaves, or he was more than exceptionally polite. The bow had also been very welcome. Hannah had a feeling she would like Shinji very much. He came across as such a nice man. How he had ended up with the crazed and disobedient lot she would certainly never understand.

She thought over his question for a moment. Had he expected to have to follow her around after being let out? No, he had said “escort.” Was he expecting to be a bodyguard? That was sweet. Even though he was the slave, he felt as if he would be the protector. Hannah couldn’t help but smile softy at the idea. There was no way he had been in the shop for long, because he was a wonderful person with a great perception of things. She decided in that moment that this was the one she wanted; she wouldn’t need to see any more slaves to make her decision. Shinji would be good enough.

”Where would you like to go?” she asked, hoping he understood that she would allow him some autonomy. She would need him to be able to think for himself, after all. A good assistant offered guidance. ”I would very much like to take you home with me, Shinji,” she confessed, nodding at the attendant standing nearby. The attendant began leading them out of the room, most likely to get ready the paperwork. Before Hannah continued to follow behind, she turned to smile at Shinji and ask his opinion on the matter. ”If that’s okay with you.”

Where: Heading toward the lobby
Who: Shinji
OOC: <3 <3

Shadow_Romeo

[SayuriAkage]

Moon Soulhart

~ Miramoto Manor ~

Hm, that means that we'll have to bring in a specialist. That might prove troublesome.

Sighing, she shook her head.

"I'm afraid that this may not work out. You see, we're specifically looking for a maid, and it seems that you've been somewhat mislabeled for that."

She did not mention the maintenance costs of the arm or the problems that her behaviors might cause on the estate. With that, she straightened herself up, and turned to walk towards to door.

Perhaps it is time to see how Jackson was doing with Deceit...

[Shadow_Romeo]

xx⊱⊱┇ Shinji Kageyama
xxxxxxxxxxxThe legend× The Corsic ×The Slave×
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx. . .A life filled, with horror A past filled with blood...

The last Crosicxx● ● ●


☆● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●☆




Shinj's thought for a moment about how to explain his words to her, it seemed this was her first time in a shop like this, seeing as most shops had room like this that were meant for combat wild types as well as rare breeds. After a moment or two he spoke, his voice was low and soft caring a neutral tone "This area of the building is for those deemed to wild for the general populous, as well as rare breeds or combat types such as myself" he explained hoping to clear up her confusion. Hearing her question he simply shook his head "I apologize Lady Hannah but I am unfamiliar with these grounds, I wouldn't know where to go" he admits, the slaves were kept in their rooms for the good part of their stay outside of doctors visits, it was especially true in his case seeing as he was worth quiet a sum even if he was used.

Hearing him state that she wanted to take him he was a little surprised, not as if it showed on his face though. Even if he was a rarity in his own right he was also someones used property, retaining slaves was generally a pain which is why masters avoided it. "I would very much like to serve you Lady Hannah" his states bowing his head again, humble by nature as he was it just seemed natural to him to do so even if other believed it to be to formal. He followed behind her and guard till they arrived in one of the offices to do his paperwork and payment. As an office worker went through the papers the guard went and grabbed his belongings from the store well, well belonging, all that was brought back as a single katana in a sheath of pure black. He took the object and slid the top out inspecting the blade, pure black, the metal was tainted since long before Shinji had received it. Giving it a nod of approval he took the sword and tied it onto his belt resting it on his right side.



EternalRaine323

[Moon Soulhart]

My room || potential master || territorial, hungry || Outfit || Form

Kyo could hear the small commotion outside, even if her room was made of concrete. The scream was the clearest. A grin played on her lips, the spark bright in her eyes again. "Lets start a riot." With people dealing with the shape shifter, it would be more a hassle to deal with her too, immediately. Flopping onto her butt, with all the bare skin in was painful, but she didnt even wince. She raised her cuffed hands, slamming them down as hard as she could onto her ankle cuffs. Concrete wasnt burnable, but it was breakable. Again, her hands rose, and slammed down, then again, and again.

By the time she had a crack or two she was spotted on the camera. But when some workers entered, most of her cuffs were shattered. Her wrists and ankles bled from the impact and friction of concrete on her skin, but she ignored it. What idiots, they stood in the doorway with fire extinguishers. The fact they opened the door was stupid, but they looked terrified and somewhat new. One of which had a trigger-hand, and shot before she did anything. Perhaps she would get a special collar, too. But baring her teeth, a light growl as she set ablaze, head to toe.
[ooc || NPCs are playable~! ]
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Moon could tell from the sigh that she was useless. She didnt need to be told. Her ears relaxed, disappointed. She really wasnt bad. Taking a deep breath, wanting to object, but she bit her tongue. She wasnt going to beg to be taken, even if it meant getting out of here. It wouldnt be different, to her, whether she was here, at her home, or at anyone else's. "Alright," she nearly choked out, "good luck with your search." She said not to try and impress her, to be honest, and she rather stand her ground then be fake and beg. She did, however weak she felt, want to be in her wolf form. Moon sat on the edge of the bed, not even waiting for the woman to exit.


My concrete hell-hole || few workers || pissed, hungry || Outfit

SayuriAkage

[Sona_Rae]

Ray☯

XXIf you were dead
XXXXor still alive
XXXXXXI don't care
XXXXXXXXI don't care

XXXXXXXJust go and leave this all behind
XXXXXI swear... I don't care

[ Mood ] Relaxed
[ Location ] room/cell
[ With ] no one.

In the corner of what looked to be an empty room, was a bundle of feathers. Black feathers. The bed appeared to have never been touched because of the amount of dust collected on it. Slowly the bundle of feathers, rustled and unfolded, revealing a man. His name was Ray. He flinched at the amount of sunlight coming through the window and cursed because black out curtains weren't provided. But you cant be too picky when you are sold into slavery.

Ray slowly stood up, folding his 13 foot wing span against his back. He deliberately kept his wings because then he could cut/rip holes into the uniforms they gave to the slaves to wear. To him, destroying the clothes just a bit was pay back for being trapped here. His shoes still sat at the end of the unused bed because they were way too uncomfortable to sleep in and he didn't care if he got in trouble. That happened everyday anyway. Sitting down in a wooden chair, Ray lifted up his right foot and scratched at the brand. It had been many, many years since he endured that 'wonderful' welcome yet it still bugged him from time to time. He placed his foot back down and just gazed around the room, wondering about food.

[MangeoSmoothie]

Haven-Sanctuary-16

Adam

Adam shook his head. The slave he'd bought was, at least, going to be a challenge. That was what he wanted, after all. He'd wanted to find a slave that he'd have to earn the trust of. Arun would be different from what he'd intended, but he'd still be a challenge. The boy was so withdrawn, so broken, that getting him to trust-- not obey, trust-- would be truly a challenge.

"There is nothing that you want, then?" He wasn't sure whether the slave truly did not have desires, or if he was simply trying to please his new master. The angel gestured to the receptionist. "His collar is far too tight. Take it off."

The receptionist didn't seem thrilled to be taking off the boy's collar, but he did as he was told. Adam took the soft leather collar that he'd purchased and carefully fastened it around Arun's neck. "Is that more comfortable?"