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 Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 6:36 pm
Aiden Bradshaw: Siberian Tiger  Here comes the sun
Do-do-do-do
Here comes the sun
And I say
It's alright The smack had caught him off guard and his jaw dropped. His pet, and he can do what he wants. Property? Aiden thought to himself before hearing the man speak of following him. Looking down Aiden stood and grudgingly followed him. "Sorry master." He said to the man not really knowing what to say. Keeping his head down Aiden stopped behind him not even bothering to look up at the man again. Here comes the sun
Do-do-do-do
Here comes the sun
And I say
It's alright
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 6:40 pm
Bradley Broadwell: Master  I am he
As you are he
As you are me
And we are all together
See how they run
Like pigs from a gun
See how they fly Bradley chuckled at how the kid seemed to change. Hearing the panther say he was cute Bradley arched his brow turning to look at him. "Right. Of course now you want me to just so you're out of this cage." He told the boy shrugging before moving away a bit from the cage. Looking the boy up and down Bradley decided that this kid could be worth it. Although as how apprehensive as he was Bradley lifted Reno's head and looked at the collars and charms the boy had. So this kid was hard to control huh? Sounds like Bradley found someone worth his time. I am he
As you are he
As you are me
And we are all together
See how they run
Like pigs from a gun
See how they fly
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 10:54 pm
Speaking words of wisdom...  Chris glanced up as he was introduced to the potential customer. He stood and held out a hand for the other to shake, smiling softly. "My name is Christopher. Please call me Chris." He annunciated every word, as if stalling time to figure out what to say next.Let it be.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:22 am
 ~*.:It's a glass cage so I can't pretend.You hide beneath the physical.:.*~ Ruki had been so into the book in his lap, that he hadn't really noticed the commotion that was going on. As he finished the first chapter, he shut the book and finally looked up. Eyes grew wide, he noticed that there were certainly a lot of people now. A slight shift brought him to his feet, he figured it would be better to sit on a couch now then plopping back down on to the floor. He leaned back into the couch as he sat, his greenish yellow hues still looking about the room.
He was silent for the time being, after all there was no real reason for him to talk at the moment. It seemed like the people who had come in, were all going for the cute and cuddly hybrids. Hey he couldn't blame them, he might have been smart to say the least but he was a bit feisty at times and chose half the time not to listen to orders. At this thought in his head he gave a slight sigh, boy things sure could be boring.
A movement of his legs, brought the right one to cross over the left, which parted the kimono he was wearing. He didn't seem to care or pay too much attention to the actions his kimono made. His eyes were too busy studying each hybrid and person in there, it amused him slightly. X
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~*.:I see it coming but I can't defend.You cut so deep, my belief is gone.:.*~
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 11:33 am
  Yesterday I went outside
With my mama's mason jar,
Caught a lovely butterfly When I woke up today
Looked in on my fairy pet
She had withered all away
No more sighing in the breast Kimimela  A little butterfly floated lightly from the back rooms. He came late. Like a butterfly he got easily distracted by things, flittering about. It would take him a while to get anywhere. When he finally got to the main room there were already customers there. Bright blue eyes gathered very little information. He saw only a few bright colors. All around him he could feel the electricity of excitement and the dull thrum of boredom. He could smell human sweat, the hybrid's specifically sweat mix, and the scent of attraction. The antenea atop his head twitched, receiving more information from his surroundings.
He moved around the room, pausing to investigate something. His fingers reaching out to touch, to taste, and to understand. All of his skin could taste, really, but his fingers were the most sensitive to taste. He could taste the fabric of his pretty little lilac sundress which dipped low in the back to allow room for a pair of large black wings. The dress barely touched his ankles. Each step produced a soft jingle from the bells he wore in anklets. His bare feet made barely a sound on the floor.
He paused beside a vase of flowers. His hands touched the petals, the stems, he leaned forward and pressed his ace close. The strong smell of the flowers over powered all the other smells in the room. His wings fluttered slightly, making a soft rustling nose that might have been mistaken for his dress. He wasn't hungry, having been well fed in his room, so he left the flowers there.
Instead he went to investigate the people, now that he understood where he was. He fluttered around a few customer curiously, his fingers gently brushing their skin, tasting them, memorizing their smells and feel so as to remember the next time he might encounter them so he may avoid them if necessary. Once he had become a little more familiar with the customers in the shop he went to greet Urahara. He wrapped slender arms around the shop keeper's neck and touched his lips to his cheek, brushing them ever so lightly across. His fingers slid down the man's neck.
And then he was gone, in a desire to seek out those other hybrids in the shop. His first stop was Ruki, who appeared to be alone. The little butterfly paused beside him, leaned down and let his antenna brush over the lizard's cheek and hair. Then he fluttered over to where Reno was caged. The little butterfly leaned down and stared curiously inside. He reached out slender fingers and slid it across the bars, tasting the metal. He didn't particularly find himself fond of the metal taste, but it's cool feeling interested him for a few minutes. His antenna twitched and he looked up at the human that leaned against the cage. He couldn't make out the blurry features, simply that it smelled human. Blue eyes then wandered away, not interested in the man what so ever. He looked at Reno and cocked his head to the side before searching for something else to amuse him.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 7:02 pm
She sits in her corner
Singing herself to sleep
Wrapped in all of the promises
That no one seems to keep
She no longer cries to herself
No tears left to wash away
Just diaries of empty pages
Feelings gone astray
But she will sing
 Kaitou found himself unable to look away from the white neko hybrid in front of him. He took the offered hand and returned the greeting. "I'm Kaitou Kuran, you can just call me Kaitou." He gave the hybrid a pleasant smile while noticing Noah had found a hybrid of his own.
"Would you like to come with me?" He asked the hybrid politely. He took the time, now that the hybrid was standing, to examine the collar for info on him. A hybrid with amnesia? Gentlemanly, non-virgin?, breeding age?, and a dreamer.. hmmm 'interesting, to say the least..'
However friendly he was acting, he still metaphorically held the hybrid at arms length, his fear of getting close to others keeping him from opening up truly with the hybrid...of course he hadn't even bought the slightly younger(though somehow a bit taller) hybrid yet! That was a good enough reason, right?
Yet he could see that other customers seemed to form instant bonds with the hybrid they end up buying, one that was far too connected for his comfort level. Even Noah was looking like he was close to the hybrid he'd just bought and said hybrid looked just as content with Noah. 
Till everything burns
While everyone screams
Burning in their lies
Burning my dreams
All of this hate
And all of this pain
I'll burn it all down
As my anger reigns
Till everything burns
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 10:27 pm
Speaking words of wisdom... "Kaitou." Chris repeated, trying out the name. It wasn't too hard to say, but would challenge his English skills. "Yes, i would like to come with you." Chris would much rather use French than English, but seeing as Kaitou appeared to only know the latter, Chris would suck it up. His breeder in the past spoke mainly French, and Chris just picked up on it.
Let it be.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 9:25 am
 When the dark of winter comes
Starless night will cover day
In the veiling of the sun
We will walk in bitter rain.... Damien walked purposefully about the house. Not that he actually had a purpose- he just didn`t want to talk to the servants, so he pertended he did. It always worked. He headed out the door, his mother catching him just before he slipped out. "No whorehouses, Day. You could catch something."
Damien rolled his eyes and slipped out without answering. He didn`t really go to whorehouses any more anyway- they had all banned him for his habit of using a short whip. He had had a servant he liked, but the man had run away.
He walked over through the streets, stopping in front of a petshop.
This is what I need. he thought, grinning a little at how much his mother would dissaprove. "She needs to realized my age."he muttered angrily, and stepped inside.… But in dreams
I can hear your name.
And in dreams,
we will meet again.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 11:09 am
~*.:It's a glass cage so I can't pretend.You hide beneath the physical.:.*~ Ruki gave a slight look to the butterfly, before it had moved on. Watching it a bit from his sitting place, he had not been expecting anything like that. Tearing his eyes away from the butterfly finally, he gave a look around the room. It seemed that most of the hybrids already had someone talking with them or at least interested in them. He had already noticed it once, but he felt the need this time to give a better look to each person. He studied the actions given and the reactions that followed.
After a couple of minutes he finally turned his gaze away from those there, his eyes falling to the door that lead into the room. He just seemed to stare at it, it was as if he was expecting something to happen, but it never came. What was he suppose to really do? Was sitting there enough to get the attention of someone? A soft shake of his head caused his white strands to shift upon his head, and the earrings that dangled from his ears to make soft little jingling sounds against one another. A sigh slipped past his slightly parted lips, but other then that he was continuing in his silent treatment.
A smile that looked rather devious was some how plastered to his face though as he sat there in his own silence. The book he was holding was grasped tightly within his hands. His tail moved a bit to let the tip of it rest against his thigh softly, which caused him to shift to make sure he was in a more comfortable sitting position. Those long legs remained crossed even in that little shift of his form and the resting of his tail. The smile would continue to stay upon his face as he stared towards the direction of the entrance. X
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~*.:I see it coming but I can't defend.You cut so deep, my belief is gone.:.*~
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 12:19 pm
Hadaee mada tawila
Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti
Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti
Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti   So this was London, England. The Arabian man stood on the balcony of his hotel room. Cornflower colored eyes enjoying the busy scenery. This land felt so strange to him. And it was, indeed cold. His body was used to much warmer climates. He turned back toward his room. "Are my clothes ready yet?" he inquired, cocking a hip.
He had been standing about in rather effeminate looking undergarments and thigh high leggings made of a soft black hue. He brushed back his long dark hair over his pale shoulder. You see, he had the happy position of being a hybrid himself. Half Japanese, half Arabian. His eye shape and nose where his father's. His figure and skin color were his mother's.
One of the servants nodded that they had prepared his clothes. They gestured to the bed where a white lace shirt and white tank top with a pair of white jeans lay. Happily he pulled them on. The servant handed him a pair of white heels, which he also slipped on. He grabbed a pair of aviator sunglasses and his purse before he exclaimed, "I shall be going out now!" The servants mostly ignored him, used to his strange outbursts.
He left the hotel room and walked down the hall. Falling into step beside him, in extreme contrast to his whiteness, was an African man dressed in the traditional sort of tuxedo you see on body guards in movies. He was a full head shorter than the man he was protecting. Fatin had a tall stature which made him stand out like a model or movie star.
The Arabian walked down the street, turning heads as he passed, mostly due to his exotic and strangely androgynous appearance. He didn't walk like a woman, yet he dressed like a woman. There was something in the way he held his wrist that was strange. The line of his jaw was so slender. His features were so naturally pretty, or was it make-up. It had to be make-up, those dark lashes were much too thick and long to be otherwise.
Soon enough he had arrived at the shop which had invited him to search their wares. He placed a finger against his lip as he stood outside of it. He placed the other hand against hip, his fore-finger tapping as he contemplated. "Are you sure this is the right address?"
"It is the address we were given, your highness." His accent was also decidedly African in decent (though which country Fatin did not know, the man would not tell him and Fatin could not discern merely from accent or facial features).
"Oh hush, none of that here." A hand was waved in the African man's face. He remained as stoic and unmovable as a stone, compared to his flamboyant charge. "Oh well, may as well have a look!" He pushed the door open and let himself in.
The inside was just as oriental looking as the outside. It amused the young man greatly. He moved his aviators atop his head to hold his long dark hair back, like a head band. Clasping ringed fingers together he let it all soak in. The style, the design, the hybrids which sat or wandered, and the humans which were trying to decide what to buy.
Then his eyes fell on Urahara. He walked briskly over to the man, leaned down slightly and touched a kiss to either side of his face. "Assalamu alaikum. I am most grateful to you." He used the greeting which was used by Muslims the world over. But this was silly, as he did not follow the Muslim religion, no matter how much his father wanted him to. He didn't even follow Shinto, his mother's religion. He simply existed in a plane of non-belief. He did not really listen to anything Urahara might have said to him. He merely stood back to watch all of the hybrids, to see which he liked most. It seemed a lot of them were cats. He had no interested in the average house pet. The two which stood out most to him was the delicate little butterfly which wandered the room, and a lizard of some sort, which sat on the couch. Both were equally intriguing. Maybe he could just snap up both, that way he wouldn't have to go about deciding.
Fatin pondered this for a few minutes.Aman aman aman
Omry feek antia
Ma ghair antia
Ma ghair antia
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 1:43 pm
~*.:It's a glass cage so I can't pretend.You hide beneath the physical.:.*~ As his greenish yellow gaze continued to stare at the entrance, he got sight of something interesting. Ruki moved to place his book beside him on the couch, his tail had moved from this thigh by this point. Though when his tail moved it had moved the fabric of his kimono with it, which in turn revealed more of those long slender legs. The tops of the sheer tanned thigh highs could be seen now, and the black straps that came off of the garter belt to clip to the tops of the thigh highs as well were seen. Another crossing happened with his legs, just this time they had switched to which leg crossed over the other. He seemed relaxed enough and honestly he felt relaxed.
Those eyes continued to watch the one in white that had entered. That once devious smile had become a smirk, as if he was thinking something up inside of that head of his. Yet being the smart little hybrid that he was, he quickly let the smirk fade and allowed a innocent little smile come over his face. Perhaps he would earn himself some attention, even if he had no intentions of doing anything that he was told, not that he would say anything about it.
Reaching over with one of his hands, he picked his book back up and placed it upon his thigh. Now the strap that came from the garter belt and even the top to thigh high was lost to anyone's sight unless of course he moved the book. The sleeves to that large kimono fell over his hands practically hiding his hands and the book from sight, but he didn't seem to mind one bit. Then again his eyes were focused and so was his mind, perhaps he was a little too determined to get attention. X
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~*.:I see it coming but I can't defend.You cut so deep, my belief is gone.:.*~
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 2:00 pm
Hadaee mada tawila
Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti
Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti
Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti And... thinking done. Fatin had decided on which one of the two lovely hyrbids to take a look at first, and this was based upon their collars. He simply didn't have the time right now to deal with one which needed constant attention, though now that he really thought about it, the little creature would spruce up the work place.
A lazy grin came over his face as he took note of every subtle movement the little lizard made. He moved swiftly across the room and bent down in order to catch sight of the lizards face. He was a pretty creature, the silvery color of his hair glinted in the soft light which came into the room. His skin was seductively pale, and the yellow-green of his eyes gave him an even more exotic flare.
"Assalamu alaikum," he said, picking up one hidden hand and kissing it ever so gently through the cloth. He let go of the hand and straightened, folding his lanky form into the opposite couch. He crossed his legs so that the ankle lay across one of his knees. He clasped his hands on his lap, waiting patiently to see if he would reply correctly.Aman aman aman
Omry feek antia
Ma ghair antia
Ma ghair antia
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 3:57 pm
~*.:It's a glass cage so I can't pretend.You hide beneath the physical.:.*~ Ruki had been watching the one in white, so when they had come to him so swiftly a grin spread over his face. It was a compulsive action, he hadn't meant for it to happen in the least bit. It faded however to that normal innocent smile just as his hand was being raised along with that kimono sleeve to the others lips. There had been a slight tad of pink that seemed to creep over his cheeks though at the same time the kiss to his cloth covered hand came, it was a sort of heated feeling that seemed to stay. The words that slipped out went right to his head and he gave a simple nod, well only for the time being anyways.
He waited until the other was seated on the couch opposite from his, his eyes watching the movements that were made. Finally a soft clearing of his throat came and he spoke with a soft voice that had that feel of silk running across bare flesh. "I have a better understanding of the Chinese, Japanese, and English languages." He gave a slight pause for a moment, fixing himself in that spot he was so comfortable in. He seemed to speak perfect English. "Though I did sort of get the hint of what you said to me." He was a bookworm, but there was only certain things that he had come to learn so far, it was a lot of work learning different languages.
His smile only seemed to brighten, his eyes looking right at the other sitting pretty much across from him. His voice rang out once more in that soft silky like tone. "Sorry I have been rather rude with not returning your greeting. You must forgive me, it's been a while since I have had to give a greeting." His voice died out for a moment before it picked back up. "I am Ruki, it is a pleasure to meet you." Though he hadn't gotten the others name he still thought that he should be a little polite, cause starting off on a bad impression would get him no where and quick. Inside of his head though he was laughing, he was laughing because he wondered if his innocent act would hold or if the one that had shown interest in him would notice it was all an act.
Even if it was noticed as an act Ruki wasn't sure he would really care, it would mean he could be himself. At the same time however he was smart enough to know that being rude got no body anywhere, so he would continue to play his little act until he was caught or he was taken by that person to their home. The true colors would then come out, and the fun would begin. All these thoughts running around in that laughter filled head caused his smile to grow even more, he did manage to keep it innocent looking, or at least he hoped he had. X
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~*.:I see it coming but I can't defend.You cut so deep, my belief is gone.:.*~
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 4:53 pm
I feel it everyday it's all the same
It brings me down but I'm the one to blame
I've tried everything to get away
So here I go again
Chasing you down again
Why do I do this?
+ Over and over, over and over. You make me fall for you +  Yuu had glimpsed over as the girly-guy entered, and lost interest quickly. He was getting annoyed though, that he was completely being ignored by all the humans. With a snarl to himself, he gets up and moves to a location in direct view from the door. He wasn't anxious for having an owner, but it would be better than remaining here all the time while other hybrids left with their owners and left him behind.
The next guy that stepped in had hair dark as his was light, a wonderful shade of black. He didn't notice, but somehow he was unable to look away, so he was pretty much staring at the human. The dark hair made him feel some kind of clouded emotion, a vague sense of familiarity. Could one of his owners have had black hair? But they were supposed to be an elderly couple...though if one had dyed their hair dark to hide their age, as some humans do.. It could be possible.
His ears twitch and swivel in the direction of the voices that are having separate conversations; Ruki talking about his language skills, Chris telling a human that had come in with Noah(he thought they had come in together), and Noah with Reno...and Reno's puppies that he had arrived at the shop with. There was more, but it was all drowned out by the other noises in the shop. None of it mattered to him anyway.
The feeling he got from looking at the dark-haired male was one he was determined to understand. It wasn't a good feeling, nor was it particularly bad...could his past owners have had a son or even daughter that he hadn't gotten along with? if so, why not? and why wasn't he with that relative? He didn't know that his elderly owners had a son that had been more of a cat person, and smelled of cat too.. and he didn't really like cats for the most part.
Hybrid cats and Egyptian Mau's were okay in his books. All of this was in his lost past, though, so he didn't know if he liked cats or not. Nor did he know about his owners' son. The man had refused to take him in after the couple died, so he was kept at the shop to be put up for sale.~+~ Over and over, over and over. You don't even try to. ~+~
It feels like everyday stays the same
It's dragging me down and I can't pull away
So here I go again
Chasing you down again
Why do I do this?
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 5:12 pm
((heh heh.. i know little, if any, French...though I'm gonna have him speak a little French as well as Japanese, English[Duh], Spanish, Italian, and Russian..maybe Norwegian...))
She sits in her corner
Singing herself to sleep
Wrapped in all of the promises
That no one seems to keep
She no longer cries to herself
No tears left to wash away
Just diaries of empty pages
Feelings gone astray
But she will sing
"Oui." He replied with a smile.
Though he didn't know if the hybrid knew much more than English, he replied in French, unaware that the hybrid knew French more then English(though the accent was slightly informative). "Bon." With an outstretched arm, he grabbed the hybrid gently and steered him towards the shop owner. ["How much?]" He asked, this time in Japanese, since he knew the shop-keeper was more fluent in his native language.
Urahara told him the price, around the same amount Noah had paid for the neko with the puppies that followed them, though not so much. The price didn't really bother him, to be honest. He could have paid more than ten times that much, should he felt so inclined, and it wouldn't make a dent in his fortune.
With the hybrid paid for, he led the white neko out of the shop and into his waiting Limo. "[Do you speak French?]" He asked the hybrid as a passing thought occurred to him.
Till everything burns
While everyone screams
Burning in their lies
Burning my dreams
All of this hate
And all of this pain
I'll burn it all down
As my anger reigns
Till everything burns
((thank god for freedict.com.. Bon means good, nice, and okay.. Oui is obviously yes. I use brackets to signify non-english terms or sentances i don't know))
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