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 Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 12:45 am
"Okay, take my hand,"Granite said in a softer voice.
She offered her outstretched hand.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 2:49 pm
Hesitation arose as Sinamon merely stared at the hand offered to her with questions finally arising her mind. How could she go against the very law she had vowed to follow the day before? But how was she supposed to know she would end up here? She wondered if it was a trap, she knew she was different and therefore unwanted, but how could they have had her sold to a slave house.
She thought of her mother, the only reason she had survived for so long and saw the disapproving look on her face, it broke her heart. A fire burned violently inside of her at the very last moments she had a chance, as it often did; but her eyes never left the girl's intent gaze on her. In reality only a few seconds have passed in time but in her mind it felt like an eternity until a slow hand reached up but froze. She studied the tattoos on her arms that disgraced her family, she broke the rules then why was it so hard to do it now? For the next few seconds that passed Sinamon's hand froze in midair a foot away from Granite's.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 8:45 pm
"Are we leaving?"Granite said softly.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 1:58 pm
Sinamon blinked back to reality and stiffly nodded, her fingers moved the last several inches and she took a hold of Granite's hand, giving a fleeting glance back towards the newcomer before letting her eyes rest on Granites.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 12:11 am
Granite smiled slightly, and flash, their at the site of a war.
"Don't worry, the bullets can't hit you, and the soldiers can't see you."
Granite started to collect the souls from the dying.
She continued to go along until she had them all.
She gave Sinamon a look that said its easy, try it.
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 8:35 am
Emma woke with a pounding headache, even the mirky light in the building hurt her eyes. She wondered how long she had been out like this, it must of been a while as sore as she felt right now. At first she was startled by her surroundings, then tears began to fall down her cheeks as she remembered how she got in this cage...
She was at home practicing in the huge ballroom, the oak wood floors gleamed and one side of the room was lined with mirrors and a bar. She stood in perfect posture, her body erect before placing her hand on the bar gently. With her knee straight she lifted her other leg from hip to air, pointing straight up, this knee being just as straight as the other. She then let her leg down and back up again. She did this several times, the movement looked as if it were easy as walking to her, the rest of her body remaining quiet.
This is when she felt most at ease, her eyes closed gently and that's when the doors to the ball room swung open making a startling noise as they slammed against the wall, breaking Emma's concentration, "Miss! You must get your things together right now!" shouted Emma's favorite maid, Elizabeth. Emma knew Elizabeth would not joke with her like this, so she walked towards the doors, "Come now, Emma! We don't have time they're coming!" Elizabeth continued to shout as tears welled up in her eyes, "What do you mean Lizzy? Who's coming?" Emma was a few steps away from Elizabeth but she couldn't even stand to let her take those few steps. Elizabeth grabbed Emma by the shoulder and began running and slightly dragging through the house with her, "There's no time to explain, but your father..." she trailed off as she rounded a corner, "What about my father Lizzy?" Emma inquired, but Elizabeth only shoved her into her bedroom, "Grab only what you need, miss. Once your finished meet me at the pantry, we'll take the secret passage, alright?" and she was off before Emma had the chance to answer.
The door closed behind her and for a few long seconds all Emma could do was stare at her bedroom door. She jumped, almost out of her knickers, when she heard glass breaking, things being slammed, and the boistrous laughter of a man that was not her father. Immediately she grabbed everything she could, including her ballet shoes and shoved them into a bag. Emma opened her bedroom door slowly, looking down either end of the hallway before she tipped down the corridor. She peeked around every corner, the house was huge and it was easy for anyone to sneak up on you if you weren't paying attention.
Emma came to the stairs and the ruckus got louder. Then she heard Elizabeth screaming, Emma dropped to her knees hiding behind a pillar between the stairs and the balcony. She peeked around the pillar to see her servant and closest friend being tied up and gagged by a horde of men. Her father standing in the middle of everything, not saying a word. The man that seemed to be in charge of all this looked at her father, "Where's the lil' one you promised?" his voice was rugged and deep. Her father looked up at the man, "Little one? I'm afraid I don't know what you mean.." The man began to smile an evil grin, "No, no no.." her father began to wail, "Not her. Take everything! But not her!" Her father's protest were silenced when the man's fist came crashing down on his left cheek. Her father fell to the ground, "A promise is a promise, Mr. Laroque. Now where is she?" he asked, his foot on her father's chest, "I did not promise you my daughter!" he shouted, blood spraying from his mouth.
Emma started when she heard him refer to her, "They're here for me?" she whispered to herself, still watching the scene below her. The man smiled and looked at the rest of his men. He began to laugh and in turn the rest of the men laughed. They all looked well-bred and wealthy, even the two holding Elizabeth, Emma couldn't imagine men like this doing deeds like these. Then the man stopped laughing and quite suddenly kicked her father in the mouth, "Tell us where she is!" he yelled. Her father only curled into a ball, writhing. The rest of the men closed in on her father and Emma looked away, she knew what was coming, she prayed it wouldn't happen, but she knew. Then there were what sounded like a hundred cracks and thuds from all those men beating her father. Emma began to cry and thought that her father was much to old for a beating like this, surely he would die. Emma picked up her things and began walking down the stairs, "Stop it!" it was a piercing, high pitched yell she let out, it made her sound weak, she thought. But it worked the men stopped beating her father....
And now she's in this cage with quite a few bruises covering her body. Emma was positive there was more to that story, but she couldn't remember it all right now. It was too much and probably best that she didn't remember right now. She looked around the warehouse and noticed one particularly vuluptuous red head being taken home by some woman. And many other women and men being taken out of their cages and following these men and women. Her shoulders raised up and her body convulsed as she broke into sobs and curled into a ball on the floor of her cage. She knew exactly where she was now. Emma had heard of places like these, slave auctions and the like. This was not the life she ever would have wanted for herself and she was quite sure this wasn't what her father had planned either. But there was nothing she could do, except to wait.
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Most Unnatural Perversion
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 3:55 pm
He was hiding in a corner hoping no one would see him and make fun of his cuts and bruises. He was thinking back on his life torturing himself with the images of the people he killed. He hoped that he would be able to repay those lifes as the man whom he once called master spat on him one last time and left out of the door. He hated how the man treated him but he was impossible to dislike. He used his eyes to do it he knew and thats why he had his tongue cut out. He sat there silently crying that his master had left hating himself for doing it.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 10:12 am
Leslie sat in her cage, snapping viciously at any and all who passed by. Her fangs gleamed, and her eyes glowed red in the shadows of her enclosure. Hissing, she laughed as a guard backed away from her, his hands up in a gesture of surrender. Reaching out, her claw-like hands swiped at people as they passed, her delicate arms cut and bruised from her capture.
Clinking, her chains followed her wrists wherever they went. Like snakes, they slithered on the filthy ground of her cage and clinked on her hands. Leslie sat on the bottom of her cage, her once elegant dress in tatters from running through the woods.
Tilting her head to the side, she contemplated suicide. She could always take the heel of her stiletto and use it as a stake and stab herself, but who said that would work? She sighed and wished she could bleed like a mortal, so maybe then she could escape this hellhole she was in. A human bent down and peered at her, but she grabbed his neck and with a quick twist of her arms, she bit his neck.
Screaming, the human writhed about, but he couldn't break her grip. Finally, he lay dead on the ground, pale from all the blood he just lost. Leslie laughed to herself, ripping the flesh from bones and tossing it. "You cannot kill what you did not first bite." she laughed, and hissed as she bared her claws at the guards who walked towards her. But these were vampires, and they growled at her.
"Brothers, how could you? I am your sister, your kin, and yet you let these people imprison me... how dare you betray your own race like this!" she yelled, and before she could do anything, one jabbed a sedative into her, and she fell into unconsciousness...
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 3:30 pm
 Analis sat in her cage, sighing as she cured up into a ball. She knew her father was probably looking for her, but he wouldn't find her. No one would. She still rememered the night she was kidnapped and brought here. It had been her eighteenth birthday...
Analis walked down the spiral staircase in her house, followed by all of her friends. They each wore a mask with their costumes, as it was a masked ball. AnaLis was one of the few girls there dressed as a cat, because most wanted to dress as something less obvious. Only, because she had chosen a cat, instead of the peacock, like the girl everyone thought was her, no one knew who she was. Another thing about her costume, was that it was real. AnaLis truly did have a cat tail and ears. Which had been her downfall.
"Hello, miss. May I have this dance?" a young man asked. AnaLis recognized her boyfriend Cody and smiled softly.
"Of course you may." she said, her voice as soft as her ears, which were quite soft. As the two triwled around the ballroom, she hadn't even realized how close they were to the balcony until Cody led her out into the night time sky. AnaLis looked over her garden, which had almost every flower imaginable. Just when she was about to speak, a blindfold was pulled over her eyes and a gag over her mouth.
The next time she woke up, a group of young men who had been eniciates in her cousins club for young men of their society, was gathered around her. "Cody, I can't believe that you kidnapped your own girlfriend." one of the young men said, shaking his head as he chuckled. Cody shrugged nonchalantly. "It was nothing, really. Besides, she was the easiest one to grab, and her dad will pay a hefty price. I'm sure Mr. Holland will...enjoy her company. I heard he fancies nekos." he said, kissing her cheek. AnaLis felt her cheeks burn and she slapped him, as they had not bound her hands. "I cannot believe you! I loved you and you sell me off to a crime lord for a ransom? I abhore you, Cody Matthews! Absolutely abhore you!!" she yelled, tears streaming down her cheeks.
In response, he slapped her to the ground and pinned her there with his body.
"Either you can go and sty with a crime lord, or I can send you off to a slave house. Which do you choose?" he whispered in her ear, pressing harder against her, causing her to whimper.
"I'd rather die before taking either option." she spoke softly in response and kneed him in the groin before making a break for it. Within fifteen minutes, she had been tackled and stuffed into a bag. When she had woken up, she was in a cage.
"If I ever see him again, it will be too soon." she muttered, wiping fresh tears from her cheeks. AnaLis pulled the skirt of her gown down to her ankles and rested her head in her arms. The young girl was broken hearted and had practically given up all hope, except for a small flame that was left of the blazing fire.
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 1:58 pm
 ♱ I N A R I ♱
the 'shrimp'
Inari sat in waiting, the sun shining through the only window she knew of in this whole god-forsaken place. Dust particles floated through the air in the morning sun. Sighing, she leaned back against the hard metal bars of her cage. There really wasnt anyone coming to get her, was there? Her heart sank. Every day she thought about it. How she traded herself for another of her kind, waiting for rescue, only to find that they had no intention of coming back to save her. She shivered thinking about an eternity at the hands of grubby and greedy humans. She fidgeted with the stone braces around her wrists. Her wrists were rubbed raw, and bleeding in some places. The markings surrounding the outside kept her from using any powers that she had once had. If she found someone kind, even if they removed the braces, she decided that she wouldnt leave. She obviously wasnt needed in the underworld, so she would stay and serve whoever was kind enough to keep her and treat her with respect. breaking her thoughts, a bell on the door rang, and someone walked in. She didnt like how they held themselves. They seemed to think highly of themselves and lowly of others. She scooted to the back of her cage, hiding in whatever darkness she could find. This would not be her master. She couldnt let it.
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