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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 10:59 pm
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Love, Peace, and Friendship
Are all great things
Noah Patrick
It did surprise Noah that Charlie said that she was sorry to hear about his previous master. Noah raised an eyebrow slightly at her, wondering if he'd heard right. When Charlie went on to say that he shouldn't expect to hear anything like again from her, Noah suppressed a chuckle. Knowing that probably wouldn't go over well with Charlie. So instead, he just cleared his throat and didn't chuckle nor say anything. Especially since he wasn't really sure what to say anyway.
He raised an eyebrow at her when she. . . well, basically ripped him for saying that he didn't have any questions for her. Had Noah been different, he probably would have gotten annoyed at that. As it was, however, Noah was mildly amused and confused at the same time. Not that he'd show it, of course. Noah was careful to keep his face completely neutral. When she'd finished, answering his offer, and saying that she usually didn't take more than one slave at a time, Noah took a moment to figure out what to say.
"I don't mind you calling me Noah. In fact, I prefer Noah over Mr. Patrick any day," he admitted. Mr. Patrick made him sound like someone else, like someone important or something. He tried to remember if he'd ever been called Mr. Patrick. . . he was pretty sure he never had been. He did notice that Charlie had used the term 'person' rather than 'pet' or 'slave'. Interesting. Noah hadn't ever just been called a 'person' before.
"I'm a little confused here," he admitted, "I think we may have a misunderstanding," he added carefully. "You value honestly, correct? I was just being honest when I said that I didn't have any questions for you. I didn't think you'd like it that well if I lied and said that I did." Noah shrugged and put his hands in his pockets. "And I'm perfectly happy doing what you want, so it wouldn't be an unhappy state, as you said. I live to serve. It's what I do," he said. That was all Noah had ever known, after all. It was slightly unlike Noah to say something like that, so he wasn't sure exactly what got into him. It just. . . well, felt like the right thing to say so he did.
But, Noah being Noah, he quickly added the next part. "If you'd like me to come up with a list of questions for you, then I could think up a few," he offered.
But not everyone
Is lucky enough to know them
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 5:20 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 9:50 pm
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  ï hαṿε α ṃεταρhøɾ ƒøɾ ÿøυ...
ρεøρlε αɾε lïќε ќεÿвøαɾḋṡ,
ṃøṡτ lïќε ÿøυ αṉḋ αɾε ώïllïṉģ τø сøøρεɾατε.
τhεṉ ÿøυ hαṿε τhøṡε τhατ αɾε øυτ τø ģετ ÿøυ
јυṡτ 'сαυṡε ÿøυ ќεερ ρυṡhïṉģ ƒυсќïṉģ вυττøṉṡ...
He noted the slight pause in James's speech, but was a little surprised that the man would admit to being intimidated. It wasn't like he was trying to be intimidating, not completely anyway. This was just the way Fang was, the way he acted. It made things easier for him to be like this. He could keep them at a distance, not that he really needed something to help with that. Acting this way also gave him some amount of fun though.
When James spoke again he almost laughed, almost but not quite. Doing so would probably irritate his new master further, and he didn't want to do that...yet. How many times had he heard that line, and others like it, before? Hundreds at least, possibly thousands. It was a lie. Every single time it had been a lie, why would things be different now? Besides, this man looked like he was a scientist or some such thing and that meant he was back to be used for experiments.
His mind traveled back to the first experiments they had used him for, ones to prove that he was indeed what they thought him to be. There had been knives, guns, and all other manner of weapons. The group hadn't cared if he died, that simply would have meant that their hunch was incorrect and their search for the 'perfect' test subject would need to continue on. Once they had proven his immortality the men took to testing the extent of his healing ability. They started with something small, his finger. Told him to trust them, that it wouldn't hurt a bit, and then proceeded to chop the phalange off.
The memory lasted no more than a few seconds, after which he noticed that James was starting to walk off. Fang followed, of course, but kept his pace even. He wasn't, nor did he want to seem, eager. This was simply the next chapter in his life of servitude. James, like all the others, would probably keep him around until his usefulness was outlived and then auction him off to the highest bidder or simply abandon him. As they walked in silence Fang realized that the man had never responded to the inquiry of what he wished to be referred to as. No matter, Fang could have fun with that too...
((O.nly O.n C.atwalks: ))
ï'ṃ ṉøτ hεɾε ƒøɾ ÿøυɾ ρlεαṡυɾε, ṉøɾ ƒøɾ ÿøυɾ τεṡτṡ...ќεερ ḋøïṉģ τhε ќεÿвøαɾḋ τhïṉģ...
ṡεε ώhεɾε ïτ ģετṡ ÿøυ...
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 8:35 pm
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׺°Charlie°º×
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She nodded through him telling her his preference in name and through his point of confusion. The -pretend- female took a deep breath in before letting out a calm sigh. She sat down keeping her expression as placid as possible. 'I forgot to keep notes,' she noted bemused.
"Noah," Charlie said in her version of a soft tone, which really was about as soft as a bed of nails, "sit." After watching until he did so she opened her mouth thinking about the words she wanted to speak. "Yes, you are correct in saying honesty is very important to me. So with that being said I'm am going to be completely honest with you. It's not the questions that had me upset it was the principle behind it. I could care less that you don't have questions for me. The problem came in when you said you only want to know how to serve me."
Charlie looked away from him off into to the sky as she turned her thoughts into words. "You said that you only live to serve and that you aren't unhappy doing so and I have no problem with that. It's just that I want more than just a slave," she said the word quite unwillingly. "I need a... companion that I can trust." She placed her bag on the table delicately then folded her hands in her lap.
"You see," she continued, "If I were to get hurt or something and all I have is my pet," slight wince, that she tried desperately to cover, "what will stop them from simply killing me out of resentment. Or at times I need-" she turned back to him her face still hard and her eyes still emotionless but her words showed a small glimpse of vulnerability. "I need someone I can truly trust with my life. Its part of my nature to be suicidal at times, its apart of being the creature that I am and has nothing to do with my mental state in the slightest. It is simply a part of me, unfortunately. So you can see why I would feel the need to choose someone I feel I can trust." On a normal day Charlie would not admit this to anyone. And sometimes not even herself but she felt the need to tell him this for three reasons. One because of her honest character. Two because she needed to explain to explain herself to him in a way he could understand without knowing too much. And three because she needed to let him know what he was getting into if he choose her.
"With all of this being said I would like to have you if you want me." She spoke to the air, to the trees, to the earth around them, but not to Noah. See didn't want to look at the confused pitiful eyes he would give her just like the few other people who know. She refused to see it. "And about that list don't worry about it just ask anything yo want as we get to know one another... that is if we get that far."
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✪Charlie✪
〖Time of Day/Date:〗Midday
〖Place:〗Garden
〖Mood:〗Defused
〖Company:〗Noah
〖【O】ut【O】f【C】rack:〗
I'm planning on going on tour from early June to maybe mid-august therefore I wont be able to post much from now (because we have a lot of planning to do) until then. But I'll try to be as active as possible until the tour.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 1:10 am
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Jagger Ridge
Jagger left Serenity's room with her, closing the door quietly behind them. At first, Jagger wasn't really sure where to go, he hadn't had much of a chance to explore the castle, so he didn't even have much of an idea of what all the castle held. So, for a few moments, Jagger decided to just walk around. He assumed that if Serenity saw something interesting, she'd point it out, and Jagger would be fine with going wherever.
After a few moments of walking through the castle, however, a door caught his attention, and he thought it would be nice to get some fresh air. Plus he thought that maybe Serenity would like going outside as well. "How about we go outside for a little bit?" Jagger said, looking over to her. He walked over and opened the door, waiting for Serenity to go through first and then went out himself. The door, as it turned out, led out into the gardens.
Once in the garden, Jagger looked around. He normally wasn't really one for nature, but even he liked the garden. There were all kinds of various flowers, trees and bushes and it really was very pretty. "It's actually kind of nice out here," he said, glancing over towards Serenity again, to see what she thought of it.
OOC: Gardens it is, then! =)
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 1:59 am
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Love, Peace, and Friendship
Are all great things
Noah Patrick
Taking his hands out of his pockets, Noah walked over when Charlie asked him to. He raised an eyebrow at her, but stayed quiet and didn't let anything else show on his face as she spoke. First saying that he was right about honestly being important to her, and that it wasn't the lack of questions she had gotten upset over, but because he'd said that the only questions he would have had was to know how to serve her. This, needless to say, only added to Noah's confusion. But, he remained quiet as she continued. Going on to say that she wanted more than just a slave, also wanting a companion that was someone she could trust. That surprised Noah, it wasn't something he'd heard before. It also piqued his interest a little about her. She seemed. . . well, different, to say the least, than most of the Masters/Mistresses that he was use to. Noah may have been around for a long time, but he usually ended up with the same type of people, so that was all he was really use to.
Charlie then went on to explain what she meant by that. About how if something were to happen and she were to get hurt, or something along those lines, that she needed someone she could trust not to just kill her because they resented being with her. Noah didn't miss the wince on that, and he suspected that it wasn't something that Charlie normally willingly admitted. She also went on to add that she could be suicidal at times. That caused the other eyebrow to go up. Not what he'd expected to hear. And when she added that it was only caused by what her species was, and not by her mental state, that made Noah curious what she was, exactly. He couldn't recall any beings he'd heard of that had that as a side-effective. Then again, Noah knew that all species had their own deep, dark secrets that they didn't share with others. There were some things about angels that they kept from getting out, but Noah knew of because of what had happened to his parents.
Charlie went on to finish, saying that she wanted Noah to belong to her, if he wanted her. But she seemed to be avoiding looking everywhere but at him as she said it. It made Noah wonder if it were because she was doubting her decision about him, or because of what she'd just admitted. He thought that perhaps it was the latter, that she normally didn't admit what she had to him, and that the only way she could do so was by not looking directly at him. That was what he thought, anyway. He had no way of knowing the truth one way or the other. She added that he didn't need to worry about a list, and to just ask her things as he thought of them. Noah nodded his head, even though she wasn't looking at him. And took a moment before saying anything. Partly because he wasn't sure what to say, he wasn't use to the decision being left up to him. And partly because he was trying to figure out how to word his answer. From what little he knew about Charlie thus far, she didn't strike him as the type that wanted pity over her er- condition? No, that wasn't right. Side effect didn't sound right either. Honestly, Noah wasn't sure what to call it.
Noah had actually already started to think of Charlie as his Mistress. It was just sort of second nature to him. Plus, when he thought about it, he realized that he did like Charlie. He was curious about her as well. She had a tough exterior, but every so often Noah caught flashes of something else, that made him think she might have a softer side hidden deep down.
After a moment, or two, passed, Noah finally spoke. "Well, I had actually already started to think of you as uh-" Noah paused. Hmmm, no. That probably wouldn't go over well. Shaking his head, Noah started over. "I'd like to be your. . . companion." He'd almost said slave, or pet, but then settled on companion, remembering what Charlie had said and thought she'd like that word better. Noah nodded his head as he continued. "I'm not use to getting the option," he admitted, "but I'm sure that I would like to be. And uh- just so you know, I'm not the resentful type. Or the type that would take advantage of a bad situation. So, you don't have anything to worry about, with what you said. I think overtime you'll see that I'm very trustworthy," he added, honestly. Noah meant what he said, he wasn't just saying it for the hell of it. Noah was the type that always became very loyal to his Master or Mistress, even the cruel ones, and did what they asked without question, and always tried to help them in any way possible. He would probably have to adjust a bit, remember that Charlie didn't want just someone following orders. But Noah thought he could adjust to that well enough. He was fast at adjusting, after all. And this wouldn't be a bad adjustment, just a different one than he was use to.
OOC: Okay, thanks for telling me. Have a good tour. =)
But not everyone
Is lucky enough to know them
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 9:16 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 10:52 pm
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"All alone he turns to stone...."
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ƊΛИƬΣ ΣSƬƬΣ
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A dark haired man stumbled outside where he was clutching his throat. His eyes were bloodshot which made his already, naturally red eyes look intimidating. Dried blood clung to the side of his lip while a purpling bruise painted the side of his pale face. There was some red blood on the bandage that was wrapped around his neck, but it did not appear to be coming from beneath the material; instead, it was like it had been spattered outside. The bandaged covered something else entirely. Fingers that were colored black combed through the messy curls of his hair as he continued to move forward.
"Damn those bastards. I'll find them and kill them... Slowly," he growled as he covered his hand with his face.
His head was pounding which didn't help when his body was already slow and tired. Damn those slavers; he would hunt them down if he got the chance, but in the state he was in in now, that would not be possible. He was severely drained which would allow for anyone to have control over him, that is if they were strong enough. Despite his weakened state, he was still stronger than the regular human; he was an incubus, Dante. Suddenly, he heard the soft sound of women talking which immediately brightened up his day. A meal had been presented to him. Dante wiped the dried blood away from his mouth and hurried towards the voices, until he found himself in some flowery garden. Blood red eyes flickered around until they rested on the desired target, or targets. There were two women conversing each other, but the one that caught his attention was the small, brunette. She was cute and looked innocent, but he had a feeling that she would be a fighter. Perfect.
"Why, hello there..." Dante said lowly as he stalked towards them, licking his lips in the process.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 12:58 am
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Jagger Ridge
Jagger watched as Serenity looked around the garden, her reaction to it was actually pretty cute. Which was something that Jagger normally didn't notice. But then again, it seemed like there were several things that had slowly begun to change with him since meeting Serenity. Another thing about her reaction, was that at least she was happy with them going to the garden. Jagger would have felt bad if he'd picked some place that she was uncomfortable with.
As Serenity started doing her little spin and smiling, Jagger let out a light chuckle. Then followed her, but stayed a few feet back, as she went over to check out a patch of flowers, as she even kneeling down to take a closer look at them. When she looked back towards him and spoke, Jagger felt the corners of his mouth pull up a little. "Yeah, they are pretty," he agreed. And he did think that the flowers were pretty, but he also realized that he thought Serenity was prettier. That thought caught him off guard, and he tried not to wonder where it had came from. If he did, it would open a door that Jagger wasn't sure he was ready to open.
Instead, Jagger walked over and crouched down next to her, taking a close look at the flowers as well. He reached over and touched the flower a little, careful not to damage the petals, which always surprised Jagger at just how soft they were. Pulling his hand back, he shrugged. "You know, if you wanted, we could probably get a few flowers for you to take back to your room later," he said. He doubted that the owners would mind, and they probably wouldn't even notice a couple of flowers missing. If they did, then Jagger would just tell them that it had been his idea, and he could even pay them for them. He doubted though that they would have been the first or last people to take a flower or two from the garden.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 1:33 am
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 I know that I'm a Hopeless Romantic
I just can't help that I Love You...Eilonwy gave Maya a shy, coy smile. With a sigh, she thought of the garden she'd left at home. How she did love the English-style gardens that took decades to cultivate. "Indeed. I do so enjoy gardens. Though this one is much smaller than I am used to seeing. And it has far less roses than I would like," she said with a light tone of longing. With a breathy sigh she shook her head lightly, sending her rich curls bouncing along her bare shoulders. She was about to answer the girl when she heard a male's voice break into the conversation.
She looked over at the man and let a wicked smile cross her face for a second or so. He was so...what was the word? Rugged? No, that didn't quite work, did it? Hostile? No, that didn't work either. There was something interesting about him. His aura was familiar in a way, but not in another. Somehow, he reminded her of her cheating b*****d of a husband. That thought gave her another smile. If she were to venture a guess at his race, she might say that he was a type of lower level demon. This might be fun indeed. She bowed her head and curtsied to him.
"How do you do? Eilonwy Smythe, but please, Mrs. Smythe if you don't mind. It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintence, mister..." she said the last part with an asking tone as she straightened from her curtsy and held out her hand for a kiss. She let a slightly non-lady-like expression stay on her face. One of her slender, mahogany brows was cocked, and the sapphire orbs underneath were slightly narrowed. A small, albeit wicked, smile colored her thin, pouty lips. Would he be gentlemanly? Or would he try to take advantage of her diminuative stature? In a way, she hoped that he would try something nasty. She would love to prove that she was far superior when it came to magic.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 10:12 am
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Śêŗĕƞĭŧƴ Ŝųţħęřś
She had heard his chuckle and saw the slight upturn of the corners of his mouth when she had turned back to look at him. She smiled back at him happily with a warmth to it that was almost tangible. She nodded when he said they were pretty and wasn't surprised at all when he came over to kneel beside her and admire the beauty of the flowers. It made her happy to see that he was enjoying himself as well and that she wasn't the only one getting something out of this. Then he had suggested that they take some flowers with them back to her room for later. This excited her. She looked at him again, her eyes wide and sparkling, (if such things were possible.) and she nodded excitedly.
"Oh yes, yes, yes Jagger! I would love that! We shoudl! We'll walk around the garden and we can gather pretty flowers until we have a nice bouquet and then we can take them back to my room with us later!"
She clapped her hands together excitedly and stood looking around. The expanse of the garden seemed limitless and she wondered just how much of it there really was. She didn't even know where to start. Should she pick ones that would go with the color scheme of her room? Or should she pick ones she thought were pretty? Or???.... Ones that seemed more exotic? She wasn't sure. In any case, she was pretty sure her and Jagger would figure it out.
((O.ut O.f C.arbohydrates: )) |
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 11:00 am
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"All alone he turns to stone...."
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The demon continued to stalk towards them, but stopped when the little one began to speak. He watched her as she introduced herself in an elegant and rather noble fashion. The demon had noticed the brief smile on her face. It had been malicious yet amused. He cocked an eyebrow but he was amused at her little act. He simply smiled sweetly as he took her outstretched hand then bent down and kissed it lightly.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Smythe. I am Dante Estte, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Dante replied as he smiled at her, his smile a little devious.
Too bad she was married, he would have loved to play around with her... Who was he kidding, who cares if she was married, he would have her no matter what. However, the demon could already tell that it would not be easy. First of all, her scent was not human. It was different, but he couldn't quite figure out what she was is; he had never come across someone like her. Dante would haveto incorporate some cautious when dealing with her because even he could tell that she was dangerous, despite her innocent appearance. He continued to smile as he let go of her hand and turn his attention to the other woman. What would she be like? He would like to eat her too...
"May I ask what your friend's name is?" Dante asked as he continued to look at the other woman.
"While holding his breath half to death..."
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 8:31 pm
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Jagger Ridge
Jagger held back a chuckle at how excited Serenity got over the idea of taking some flowers back to her room. She was different from most of the people Jagger knew, he realized. She got happy and excited over the smallest things. Wherein most of the people Jagger knew over the years were greedy, and only thought about themselves. Maybe that was why Jagger liked Serenity so well, because she was completely different from everyone that he knew. An interesting thought.
Jagger cleared his head, and looked back to Serenity, grinning lightly. "Well, let's see what the garden has to offer, then," he said. He looked back towards the flowers that Serenity had started with. Not sure what type of flowers Serenity wanted for her room, Jagger gave a shrug of his shoulders. "How about you just pick out the ones you like, then you can arrange them into a bouquet later. You might even be able to make a couple," he added. Not sure what else to say.
Jagger reached over and picked out a couple of flowers of the batch they were in front of, picking out one of each color, and carefully pulled them loose, then handed them to Serenity. With that, Jagger stood up and looked around. "How about those over there?" he suggested, nodding his head towards a small patch of grass that had tulips of all different colors decorating it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 6:05 pm
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