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 Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2013 11:16 pm
Ⓝ Ⓘ Ⓚ Ⓚ ⒾxxxⒿ Ⓞ Ⓞ ⓃxxxⓀ Ⓘ Ⓜ ❝ I'M TELLING YOU; I'M A REAL BOY!
LOOK! WHEN I SAY THIS, DOES MY NOSE GROW!?
NO! THEREFORE, I MUST BE TELLING THE TRUTH! ❞ 
Nikki shivered as Azazel's hands crept up his legs and smoothed over his skin to stop on his back. He could feel goosebumps raising on his skin where it had been touched and the boy gasped at the feeling of fang against his skin, his face growing hot with a blush. He would have been happier to go further but the whole mood was killed as soon as the stupid vampire opened his mouth again.
He frowned and pouted when the man nagged Nikki about "making demands". ""Reward" my a**!" Nikki growled mentally. Nikki opened his mouth, ready to lash out at the man before teeth bit his skin again. Instead of foul remarks and dirty language a soft whimper passed Nikki's lips. It seemed the vampire had already found one of Nikki's weaknesses. He gasped when he was picked up and soon after a soft, "Umpf!" escaped Nikki when he was dropped.
"Yeah, well what if I just starve to death, old ma-master?!" Nikki growled, catching himself before he said "old man". He was sitting up and dusting himself off by the time the blondie began to speak again. Nikki's turquoise eyes glared at the vampire as he continued to talk. He frowned even more at the idea of having another slave in the house. Nikki enjoyed being the centre of attention so when he heard that there would be another slave, he let out a distasteful huff. "At least the old man won't be gnawing at my neck," Nikki said although he knew how much he loved the feeling of teeth against his skin.
When everything was explained and they were ready to go, Nikki hoped to his feet. He stuck his tongue out at the man's back. He guessed having a complete jerk buy him wasn't that bad. After all, Nikki would be getting meals from the man. "And think about it this way, Joonie-ah! At least he isn't a big ol' pervert who doesn't know how to dress himself decently! In fact, the old man buying you is hot and has quite the sense of fashion," Nikki thought to himself.
His feet made quick tapping sounds against the floor as he hurried after the vampire, catching up and walking beside the man. "Hey master, if you want me to be extra good and well behaved super fast, you should buy me lots of nice clothes... And sweets too. If you do that, I promise I'll be very good," Nikki said, grinning at him as he tried to be persuading. "Then you can reward me lots and lots... But at the same time, isn't feeding an incubus also a treat for you? If you think about it that way, I'll be happy to give you lots and lots of treats, master!" Nikki said, flashing one of his seductive-little-Joonie-ah smiles.
If he wasn't well behaved enough for his new master though, Nikki guessed he could always find someone else to feed off of. After all, Azazel was going to buy another slave. Maybe Nikki could convince that one to feed him every now and then. He was hoping someone would feed him soon though, because the boy was starving.
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 12:09 am
 The dance of flames and shadows in the street
Make poetry nobody's ever heard
The weight of loneliness stands on your feet
The cage already there around the bird Aceline had not expected the man to act so fast. She had been able to draw blood, the scent of it almost overwhelming her with hunger but she used that to fuel her anger and attacks. It wasn't enough though as she soon found herself slamming into the backboard, causing the girl to lose her breath. She watched in disbelief as he took out a black katana from his cane he had used to throw her in the air. It must have been remarkably strong for him to support her weight, even though she was so small.
Hissing angrily and trying to bite him when he advanced on her, Aceline never got the chance as he grabbed then pinned her onto the bed. Struggling hard, the girl tried to get out from under his grip but he was far stronger than she had thought. Then when he placed the blade against her neck she stood stock still, glaring angrily up at him. "Then I would starve and die if you filed my fangs, a far better fate than to be owned by someone. No one least of all you owns me!" She hissed, her eyes flashing.
Aceline watched silently as he got off her, having half a mind to attack his back but she just realized something...It would be far better to have her full strength and speed back and basically the only way of getting out of here was to go with him. Thinking about that, the girl slowly stood up, almost missing what was on the man's back. She looked up just in time to see the Yakuza tattoo as well as his many scars, no doubt from battles he'd been in before. She wondered what had happened to him. He confirmed her thoughts about the many battles as he moved closer, making Aceline flinch back slightly as he held out his arm. She couldn't deny it, she was starving and this man was practically offering himself to her. So, without another hesitation she moved forward, mouthing his wrist right where the vein was the best and bit, sinking her fangs into his skin. She was surprised at how good tasting his blood was and soon relaxed, feeling stronger and in a better mood now that she had been fed. It still didn't mean she was more tolerant of this place but at least she would be able to think rationally. It's like the sun's gone down, sleeps in the hallowed ground now
With the autumn's browns leaves, with the one who never grieves
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 7:20 am
Ｋｌａｕｓ◆Ｄｉｅｄｅｒiｃｈ◆Ａｂｅｎｄｒoｔｈ
❝ Ｍｙ ｏｎｌｙ ｗｉｓｈ ｉｓ ｔｈａｔxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxdｅａｔｈ ｗｏｕｌd ｔａｋｅ ｍｅ ａｇａｉｎ. ❞ 『I challenge the race of limits,
Knowing that this is my only chance,
I'm going to overcome the fate that I carry.』 The undead with his question was answered satisfyingly, he nodded. This was a first for the former assassin to meet a hybrid of two races that hated each other, that were mortal enemies. I guess living to died and only to be revive again has it's perks, huh? He thought to himself and for once, delighted. Klaus always though that him being reanimated was a curse, never a gift but only then. At any rate, the undead doubt that even if the femme could drink his blood, she still cannot accept it. For his blood was poison that can turn anybody into a undead like himself. Although, as long as they were to drink to much and if only a little were to be injected in their bloodstream, they'll be able to break their limiter until Klaus's blood wears off.
Freed from the pining technique used to him by the vycan, towering over the belle's figure. Klaus would accept the soft hand of Vixen calmly without much of a hassle. He could easily feel the warmth from the vycan's hand without much of trouble for his hand was cold as dead which he was. Quite a soothing warmth from such a creature.... He pointed out in his mind before saying, "Klaus Abendroth. Pleasure to meet you Miss Vixen and Mister Wren." Introducing himself to the two, coldly and voided of emotions.
Klaus pulled his hand away, tucking it at the pocket of his trouser, pulling a box of cigarettes and a zippo lighter. The lighter was made from stainless steel and at the sides of it had a skull with a knife and gun behind the skull engravings. Taking one cig from the box and putting it between his lips, the undead lit it before tucking the box of cigarettes and the lighter to his pocket. Klaus was quite lucky that the owner of the shop didn't take his cigarette nor his lighter and in fact, provided him his cigars.
Taking a long drag, Klaus blew the smoke towards the Wren."Like I got any choice on the matter." He uttered, placing the cigar in between his fingers. "Whatever choice I choose, I'll end up still being your playmate at the end of the day. Thus, I would choose the easier way. Shall we?" Placing the cigar again between his lips, Klaus took a drag, letting it stay in his lungs before blowing it out. The undead was immune to caner or any related lung diseases since he was already dead in the first place and thus, letting him smoke without burning a second of his life.
『I embraced the furthest ends of this story
And continued wandering without a destination
Into this dripping new world. 』
『The game has only just begun. 』
『Now is the beginning sign in your eyes.』 Saphire_L_Fox You may exit them at your post
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 11:50 pm
   She had curled up on the bed, and it seemed no sooner had she made the action then she fell asleep, blissfully. She was not without dreams. There were far too many conscious minds reeling about throughout the house for her to not have some sort of dreams, but she didn’t meet anyone in them. That at least, was a relief. Her eyes were closed, and she dreamed of meadowed landscapes bathed in the moon’s light. She had felt at peace, and at home only ever under the moon’s gentle light. She smiled at it, welcoming the gentle embrace and caress the light face her skin as she stepped through it, reveling in the energetic tingle against her skin. She felt free and beautiful. Then the other starts started to permeate into her own dream, proving that she was more than exhausted. She couldn’t even block them out. They were like harsh gnats and bees, searching and screaming. Thoughts people wished to keep contained. Slaves sneered at masters, hoping they would get out and be free. Masters saw potential and thought crude things in the purpose of selecting slaves. She tried to push them out, seeing if she could outrun them in her dreams, but they continued. She fought the whispered words, hoping the be free but to no avail. She stumbled and fell into the grass, afraid she would be drowned, but when she looked up, she saw a man, looking at her in apparent adoration. That’s what snapped her form he strange dream world.
Opening her eyes, she heard the sound of a knock and heard the soft voice of a man. The man she had seen in her dream. She fluttered her lids, pushing hair from her face. She was drowsy, still escaping the thralls of sleep as she sat up. She nodded carefully, pushing her long moonlight colored tresses from her cheeks, which were flushed with sleep. She looked at the man, taking him all in, and her eyes widened a little in surprise. His bottom half was made completely of scales and a snake-like body including tail. She pushed herself, looking at him more closely, her eyes moving up to land on his own. He seemed to fidget with his arms, unsure of what to do. He was in her room, coming closer to her. Obviously, given that he had come in, he was a master. Someone who could take her away from this place. She couldn’t let herself remain here forever. So instead of lounging about, she straightened herself, looking like a fool, but making haste to appear more beautiful than disheveled. It was then she realized she hadn’t spoken a word.
”Yes, you may. I’m.. I’m sorry I am so disheveled in appearance…Sir…” She didn’t like the way the word formed on her lips. She was of high born, if there was such a thing in her clutch, but she didn’t think it could hurt her chances of getting out of the slave house if she used a fancier title. After all, it was just a word. She just wanted to escape, though she could not do it on her own. Her eyes lingered on the scales, wishing she could make some of her own. She closed her eyes, trying to concentrate, even going as far as biting her lip, but all she felt was a slice of pain in her arm, before a pale scale fluttered away and down her arm, unable to stick upon her skin. She let out a soft gasp and frowned deeply. She wanted her scales to show too, but it seemed as though she could not retain a dragon form. She looked to him sadly. ”I’m sorry I cannot show you mine. Have you come to release me from this place?”
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StellaLuna SkyWind Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 9:56 am
Δngelia Ɉay Ͼonners ┏━━━━━━━━━┓
"I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree."
┗━━━━━━━━━┛  ┏━━━━━━━━━┓"A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast."┗━━━━━━━━━┛
Suddenly she didn't know what to do. Should she get the clothes in the closet, or would they buy clothes for her? She didn't have any personal belongings here, besides, of course, Oak which resided below their feet in that awful basement. Angelia forced herself to stop fidgeting nervously and wait for the jailer to bring back her file with the price in it. "You have to talk to the mistress here." She whispered, remembering the few unlucky souls who did not speak to her.
Hearing the girls question she knelt down and said, "My name is Angelia. " She smiled at them thinking, Captain?. So their father was of military standards. So he might be away a lot. He was putting an awful lot of trust into a person he just met. No matter, she could take care of his children. She had no doubt that he'd taught them what to do in case of an emergency. Plus, she would never harm the little ladies, within the two minutes of knowing them it had become a strict policy of her being not to do so.
Ooc: Sorry I didn't reply sooner. The last few days have been quite hectic. ┏━━━━━━━━━┓"A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of ribbons in her hair."┗━━━━━━━━━┛  ┏━━━━━━━━━┓
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 12:27 pm
 Violet Shianna Sakura ┏━━━━ﺴ۩ ℂ ۩ﺴ━━━━┓ Violet watched this young woman move around. Her frame was small and she was a bit odd. But it was interesting. She seemed worth while to play with and would be fun to get a different reaction out of her. Violet froze in place when she rested her hand on her cheek. It was an odd thing to do. Movement from the woman's arm happened and like magic she couldn't take her eyes off this woman's. It was odd and Violet tensed. She could feel serpent that she only just noticed moments earlier as it moved onto her body. The feel of it's scales made her skin crawl and sent a shiver down her spin. As the time passed and the white serpent returned to her owner. She blinked a few times confused.
She tilted her head to the side wondering what this snake had to do with this woman and why it mattered. Why a simple worm had to do with if she was good for this woman or not. As far as Violet could see. Any person would be worthy be more then worth for her. She was a lovely being and almost everyone wanted her. She was different and very sleek. What about her was there not to love?
Violet followed the woman out of the big building. It seemed that the simple few words she had spoken was all she needed to do to set herself away from the place. Although she knew little of her Mistress. She followed her in silence. All she could do was study the woman as she exited the building and entered the car. Although she got little to nothing out of the whole thing. She seemed like a very cold and snobby person. She wondered if she would have a chance to soften her up. Vi grinned at the thought of playing around with this woman. It seemed so interesting.
The moment the silence was broken was only for the woman to tell her, her name. "So, what does Mistress want me to call her?" The tigress said with a soft purr. She looked over at Arietta. Her eyes settling on the white serpent. She wondered how close she could get to her without this snake getting in the way. Or how much harm the snake would give her if she tried. Putting the thought in the back of her mind she waited for her Mistresses reply.┗━━━━๑۩ ۞ ۩๑━━━━┛ ஐOut Of Caramel: Hope this is alright. Also I can't find the profile to move mine from the other thread. >w<
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 5:45 pm
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♫ Knee deep in the water somewhere. ♪
♭ Got the blue sky breeze blowing wind through my hair. ♩
♬ Only worry in the world is the tide gonna reach my chair. ♪
♩ Sunrise, there's a fire in the sky. ♫
♪ Never been so happy, never felt so high and... ♭
♬ I think I might have found me my own kind of paradise. ♫
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Vixen was worried for a moment that he would not accept her hand, but as the cold skin of his palm slid into hers, she gave a relaxed smile. She didn’t feel in danger around this man, not any sort of fear or distress around the undead, after all, her father had been so, even though he hadn’t been the same. The man didn’t bring forth any sort of unease as it probably would have with others, but the vycan was happy that she had gotten to him before anyone else had. “Klaus… Kind of runs off the tongue, doesn’t it? And please, just Vixen or Vix. No one calls me ‘Miss’ anymore, not since I my fourteenth birthday, in fact.” She got a far away look on her face as she remembered the ritual of her rebirth into womanhood when she joined up with the priestesses of Atlantis. But that time… It was like a haunting melody that you couldn’t get out of her head.
As Vixen’s smile slowly slid from her face, Wren knew her mind was going back home and he wished that he had had the same experience with Atlantis as she had. But no. He was on the darker side of that reality, the side of prostitution and dirty money, the side of brutal beatings so long as his companion had the money to cover the costs and so long as it never damaged his face. Clearing his throat to distract them both, Wren turned his crimson colored eyes to the undead in front of them. "You don’t. Vixen always seems to get her way." He said pointedly as he brought up his hand to wave away the smoke. It wasn’t that it bothered him, but he hadn’t smelled cigars for such a long time now that it was difficult to get used to.
Vixen seemed to snap out of her trance in the past as Wren spoke and listened as Klaus spoke before her smile returned to her painted lips. "Good choice. I don’t like being mean. And also good because we have a long way back and flying at night isn’t something my pilot enjoys. Hope you can sit still for long rides." The vycan said in her summer sounding voice as she twirled in her blue dress and turned to push Wren out the door. Wren walked backward to keep an eye on the slave as he exited the room. Turning so that Vixen could twirl down the hallway on her back to the stairs to head upstairs to pay for her purchase, Wren stayed back to make sure that Klaus didn’t pull a fast one on Vix. And though he’d been caught off guard once before, it wasn’t going to happen again.
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⇅ I don't mind spending every day ⇆xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
⇊ Out on her corner in the pouring rain ⇈
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx⇉ Look for the girl with the broken smile ⇄
⇇ Ask her if she wants to stay a while. ⇅
⇆ She will be loved. ⇄ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
⇉ And I've tried so hard to say good-bye... ⇇
︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 9:59 pm
   ▐ Russel nodded at the woman's whispered instruction and asked the guard to take him to her. Before he left he looked down to both his daughters and mentioned one word: "Behave." He then looked towards his new nanny, Angelia she said her name was, and softened his eyes as he watched her interact with his children. He had made the right choice. "Is there anything here you would like to take with you? Or anyone you would like to visit? Because once we leave I, nor my children, nor you shall ever return to this forsaken place." The Captain's words were spoken softly firmly before turning on his heel and walking away.
▐ ❀ ✿ The moment their father turned around both girls were on Angelia talking a mile a minute about her new home and all the fun things they would do. "We're gonna read all the books in the library, an then we'll make arts and crafts in the living room..." 'And then we can go to the beach and play in the ocean, or we can play in the sand and make sandcastles! Then when we get hungry we can go back home and make cookies and eat like a hundred and run all around the lighthouse-" "Rose! You know Papa doesn't like us near the lighthouse without supervision!" her sensible twin scolded making her smirk (in only a way a six year old can) before responding. "We do have supervision! We gots Miss Angelia now so we can do all that stuff we couldn't when Papa is away. Ooo! Like hunt for seashells or go to the park away from the house!" Rose began to bounce excitedly. ❀ ✿
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 11:28 pm
►►►►►►►►►►►►► Ivy Clarrisa Black XXXX▌ϛlave ƒor Life▐ ”If you don't stand for something you'll fall for anything.” ...Looking the man over Ivy wondered if his hair was natural or dyed. It was quite the pretty color, and rather long. It did not look anything like a wig, so she decided it must be real, though the color was still to be debated. His hair even looked to be longer then her own. Glancing down, her fingers pulled lightly on the hair the fell over her shoulders to keep it straight and leave out all of the wave, it was quite long, though she did not believe it was the same length as his own. Ivy wondered what had made him want to grow his hair out that long. She herself had only left hers as long as it was because unless she planned to give herself a haircut she had little opportunity to get the cut right. Besides that not all masters trusted her with a pair of scissors. One could do a lot with a pair of scissors, the possibilities were what frightened some masters. Especially knowing that Ivy was not the most obedient slave.
It was not that she had ever thought of killing a master...well she had wished some of them dead, but never by her own hand. That was much different from playing a trick on them or causing some trouble. Ivy was good with stirring up a little bit of trouble, it was all she could do to entertain herself at times so she had to make it work in her favor. Still there was no way to work up a reputation in this line of work. In fact the slave store owners only ever really listened to what the master had to say when it came to the collars and charms. She had seen enough shops to know that each place varied, that one color some place meant something different elsewhere. For the most part though dark colors meant bad things and light colors meant good ones. The charms were usually self-explanatory but when one did not know all that could have been picked from it was hard to say if they were fitting or not.
He did not seem too happy on the topic of food and for some reason Ivy was sad she could not give him a better answer. It had not been her fault that no one had ever sent her to culinary school or taught her to cook gourmet food. There was no slave who could do everything, so why some masters expected them to be so well rounded, of course they would fall short of that. Perhaps it would be her other answers that might please him, for whatever reason she hoped he might take her. It would be much better then sitting around in here, and it would hopefully mean food, though she would not be cooking it. Her riddle seemed to work enough to help her gain back a few of the points she might of previously lost. There were others in her book, ones she had picked up along the way, and perhaps ones she could come up with for his entertainment. A few of her previous masters had had libraries and she had found herself in there upon occasion. If she could do so without them noticing though she often stole away a novel to read a bit of it at night and in the morning. When she finished she would place it back, exactly where it had been taken and steal away another to repeat the routine. Having rarely been caught Ivy found the system often worked in her favor, and continued to use it.
He seemed quite attentive, though Ivy could not look at him the whole time she gave her answers. For a moment she looked past him to the man still standing at the door. The male had said nothing nor had he done anything the entire time. It was a bit strange to have him just standing there, and she wondered if she should say anything to him. Was a greeting supposed to be proper? The master who stood before her now had not thought so, and in a way it was refreshing to not have to face the exchange of names and titles. Ivy had been on a roll, and there it was again, that frown. Her lips formed a small pout as her shoulders sagged forward. Had her answer not been quite diplomatic and neutral? Neutrality seemed like a safe place to go when one was unsure of how to answer properly.
As he spoke of rough games Ivy wondered what kind of games he had in mind. She had been thinking of board games, or scavenger hunts, hide and seek, or something with a ball. Perhaps they had very different ideas on the matter. His smile was growing though, and her thoughts moved from games to what that smirk meant. She was unsure if it was something to fear, or to look forward to. As he answered her question about the riddle her fingers played with the hem of her dress. Thinking about it a moment she felt the need to share her thoughts as something did not quite sit right with her. Though it might not have been the best idea to refute what the man spoke of, she believed since it was not his own ideas in question that he might not be as sensitive over them. “I do not much agree with Mr. Loyd's answer, for musical notes could be noted on a writing desk if someone felt so moved to note those kind of notes. Plus one could say that a raven's song is in fact full of musical notes, though they may not be cohesive nor make a very pleasant sound. Poe seems to be mentionable anytime a raven is involved. He is quite the odd character, beating hearts under floorboards and frighting black cats.” Poe was not her favorite person, though she had read a few of his stories because they were very well written and stories that begged to be dissected.
Ivy was still a little confused, “But you can not change something that does not wished to be change. A rose will be a rose no matter how much you tell it it is a sunflower. People change only when they have the desire to, I find no point in wasting energy over that attempt.” She was not sure if that meant that she respected the creatures he spoke about, but she also did not know exactly what he was speaking of. Seeing him turn she now frowned, wondering why he was leaving her. “I'm coming with!” Ivy called out, the moment she was given the option. She did not wish to stay, they had some sort of monitoring system set up here...she was sure of it. Though she wondered who else they might be going to see and if they were what the man who had yet to give his name would want. Walking toward the door, the pitter patter of her feet was a strange sound. One foot still was snuggly wrapped in a black flat, while the other was wrapped only around the ball of the foot with the fabric from her last dress. Luckily there was no heel on the flat so it did not make her taller and shorter with each step, but she still favored the shoe'd foot as the other was wounded and hurt when too much pressure was placed on it.
”Yet each man kills the thing he loves, by each let
this be heard, some do it with a bitter lock, some with
a flattering word. The coward does it with a kiss, the
brave man with a sword.”
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2013 4:14 am
Ｋｌａｕｓ◆Ｄｉｅｄｅｒiｃｈ◆Ａｂｅｎｄｒoｔｈ
❝ Ｍｙ ｏｎｌｙ ｗｉｓｈ ｉｓ ｔｈａｔxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxdｅａｔｈ ｗｏｕｌd ｔａｋｅ ｍｅ ａｇａｉｎ. ❞『I challenge the race of limits,
Knowing that this is my only chance,
I'm going to overcome the fate that I carry.』 The undead continued to display a emotionless, cold visage towards the two. he just obediently listened to their words like he did many times already when he was being briefed of his mission. This was something his foster mother taught him. That one should listened soundly to the words of the client. To look for holes of deception, weakness and the truth.
Klaus only nodded at the words of the vycan. All of the things he should know on how to address her was given to him and for other affairs, he'll know them later on at their abode. He turned to glance at the silver-haired male as he retorted to one of the sets of sentences he had spoken. "Ever heard of sarcasm?" Klaus said, asking Wren rhetorically with a cold, deadpan voice. It was quite sad that people were becoming lesser and lesser on identifying whether one words were sarcasm or not. And one more thing the undead confirmed. His mistress, Vixen and him would get along or not. But for him and Wren, it would be a fierce relationship.
The undead continued to survey the pair as Vixen walked out of his room while Wren on the other hand stayed behind, mostly to keep on a eye on him. He shrugged the thought and the glares of dagger from Wren as he too went upstairs to follow Vixen. Of course the silver-haired male followed him as they were able to catch up with the femme in the blue dress. Klaus had to say, his new owner was quite attractive or maybe he had already said this comment. Thought, he couldn't remember with the series of events and concentration of assessing the pair.
Once again, Klaus had entered the office of Mistress Pallas. This wasn't the first time he entered the office but the second one and that time would also mark as the third time he had saw the owner of the slave shop personally. After the transaction between Vixen and Mistress Pallas, the slave shop owner surrendered his file to the silver-haired femme and with that, the trio (Klaus, Vixen and Wren) had exited the the office of the demi-goddess, the establishment and to the vehicle of the silver-maned pair. It was quite a long ride to the airport and the undead was glad that he could use his abilities once more to lowered the temperature of his body to survive the blasted heat.
Yes, Klaus could pull a fast one on his owner and her 'companion' with the return of his powers yet like a good assassin he was formerly once. He didn't do such a thing. It would be easier to disposed of them at their own home where their guards may be the lowest. With them going out of their car and to the private jet plane, the journey to the island of Vixen started. If Klaus could comment one thing, he was glad that he found a metallic coffin at the cargo of the jet where he hid himself, cooling down the temperature of the coffin to zero.
『I embraced the furthest ends of this story
And continued wandering without a destination
Into this dripping new world. 』
『The game has only just begun. 』
『Now is the beginning sign in your eyes.』 Saphire_L_Fox You may post at the island now XD
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2013 10:22 am
~~Leo Hawthorne~~ --------The heart of a lion, trapped in the body of a housecat...-------- "It isn't bad to ask. Just unnecessary," Leo said apathetically. He had noticed that Lucky cracked a small smile at his little quip a moment ago. Well, at least he's got a sense of humour. As the boy heard Lucky tell his butler to go pay, Leo stood, placing his cigarette back into his mouth and waiting for whatever came next.
"Let's go, then." Leo's eyes followed the Vampire as he left the room. The neko followed, sarcastically replying, "Yes, Master." He followed him through the doorway leading out of the shop. For a moment, Leo had to shield his eyes from the sunlight. It had been a while since he'd seen it, after all, and his eyes needed to adjust. For a split second, the idea to run went through the neko's mind. It looked like he could have gotten away with it. He looked around, then back at Lucky. Normally, he wouldn't care about disappointing or even angering his 'Master,' but Lucky was a little different somehow. He was a little odd, but charming in a strange way. Leo always did have a soft spot for cute, charming boys. Ah, what the hell. I'll stick around, he thought, moving to get into the car with Lucky.
He was blocked, however, by the butler. Leo listened, albeit begrudgingly, to what the man had to say. Taking in all of this information, Leo nodded here and there. Once or twice he rolled his eyes, out of little more than habit. And then... What did the butler say? Lucky wanted love? "I'm not really the 'loving' type..." said Leo, looking back at lucky. Before anyone could say anything more, though, he added, "...But Lucky's cute enough. I'll see what I can do." He had nothing else to say to the rest, even as he was told to 'tough it out' when Lucky had to feed on him. With a sigh, Leo nodded his agreement and stepped into the car, taking a seat close to his new owner. Current mood: Mellow
Current Thoughts: What's the worst that could happen...?
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2013 10:32 am
:aaa::aaa::aaa::aaa::aaa::aaa:♫тнᴇ ρıᴀɴσ ıs ɴσт ғıʀᴇωσσᴅ ʏᴇт:aaa::aaa::aaa::aaa:вυт α ❤ cαη'т вє нєℓρє∂:aaa::aaa::aaa::aaa::aaa::aaa:ᴬᴺᴰ ᴵᵀ ᴳᴬᵀᴴᴱᴿˁ ᴿᴱᴳᴿᴱᵀ:aaa::aaa::aaa::aaa::aaa::aaa::aaa:↘ ↘ ѕσмє∂αу уσυ'ℓℓ ωαкє υρ αη∂ ƒєєℓ α gяєαт ραιη:aaa::aa:ＡＮＤ ＹＯＵ'ＬＬ ＭＩＳＳ ＥＶＥＲＹ ＴＯＹ ＹＯＵ'ＶＥ ＥＶＥＲ ＯＷＮＥＤThe twins sat quietly, side by side, watching the door from the bed on which they were perched. They still didn’t quite understand this place, well not entirely at least, but they did at least know why they were there. The rather pretty children were admittedly a little worse for wear. Both looked like they hadn’t slept much and as if they were getting over some horrible illness—in a way, they were. When they had first been brought to this shop, very much against both wills, they had been fissured off into two separate rooms on either side of the manor and the result had been the near death of both of them. By the time anybody believed the twins—who had been trying to explain their little ‘bond’ the entire time—Aurora had almost died and Michael was pretty close to her state as well. For obvious reasons Aurora was immediately moved to Michael’s room.
”Michael, are you alright?” the girl’s voice echoed softly, although her pale lips remained closed, her words resounding softly in the mind of Michael and anybody else who was inclined to listen. While the collar couldn’t silence her ability to ‘speak’ it did make it so she couldn’t ‘isolate’ her words onto an individual—thankfully it also made it so she couldn’t force her words onto another person: if somebody didn’t want to listen to the gentle, soothing voice then it would simply continue on without brushing against their mind. Something very good, seeing as the guards would have quickly grown irritated with hearing only half of her conversations and that was the last think that Aurora wanted.
”Yea, I’m alright. You? How’re you feeling?” Michael answered, keeping his voice down as he glanced over his sister with worry in his eyes. She simply smiled, nodding her head a little as if to say ‘I’m alright’. Sighing lightly the twins fell back into comfortable silence, Aurora moving up to the head of the bed—where the pillows were—laying back with a soundless huff of air as she sprawled out, her brother soon joining her and turning to face her. With a smile Aurora turned and did the same, wrapping her hands around his and sighing slowly as she closed her eyes. They were both pretty tired, having spent the last few nights sleepless and in pain, but were also admittedly anxious to sleep in this place. What if something happened?
”It’s important to rest, Michael. It doesn’t seem like anybody here wants to hurt us.” Aurora soothed softly, opening her eyes after a moment to stare into the beautiful brown eyes of her brother, who frowned back at her, but hesitantly nodded his head.
”Yea, you too.” he urged gently, reaching forwards and moving some of the shortly cropped hair out of his sister’s face. ”We should both get some rest.”
Aurora nodded her head, but was evidently more concerned about her brother. As he slowly drifted off to sleep her eyes fluttered open and she watched him for a moment before, after confirming he was asleep, untangling herself from his limp hands and getting out of the bed. With a frown she stared at the blankets, wishing she could use her abilities so she could more easily do things—and it was infuriating! While she could still feel that sense that she had always associated with her telekinesis, she couldn’t speak to it as she usually did. It wasn’t the collar, mind you her, but the wards that were in place over the room. While the collar had always made things more difficult, regardless of the shop that had placed it on her, it had never been able to block her abilities all together. Probably because of what she and her brother were: there was nothing else like them that they could have used to ‘practice’ on before they got there and that left them as the Guinea pigs. Occasionally having to add an extra ward here or loosen things up there… it was a work in progress.
After trying, and failing, to coax the blanket over her brother’s sleeping form Aurora gave up, eventually just doing it herself. After Michael was tucked in, asleep in the bed, Aurora moved to the bathroom, sighing as she pulled away her clothes and moved into the shower. Nothing felt better than a warm shower when everything hurt, after all. That was something she had learned a long time ago. And after she finished, having cleaned herself and soaked in the warmth before drying off and quickly pulling on her clothes, she hesitated. Something felt… wrong. Oddly familiar, and almost… comforting? Comfortingly unnerving. She tried to probe out with her mind to find out what it was but the range of her ‘hearing’ was severely hindered by the spells in place. Her frown deepened and she rushed back into the bedroom, pulling herself under the covers and snuggling close to her still sleeping brother. She wasn’t sure if she was exactly afraid of this presence… but, whatever it was, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to face it.
уσυ'ℓℓ ωαηт тσ gσ вαcк←:aaa::aaa::aaa::aaa:
ʸᵒᵘ'ˡˡ ʷᶤˢʰ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ:aaa::aaa::aaa:
☇ɴoтнιɴɢ cαɴ ｓｌｏｗ тнε cячıпɢ:aaa::aaa::aaa::aaa::aaa:
ʸᴼᵁ'ᴸᴸ ᵀᴬᴷᴱ ᵀᴴᴱ ⌚ ᴼᶠᶠ ᴼᶠ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᵂᴬᴸᴸ:aaa::aaa::aaa:
ａｎｄ ｙｏｕ'ｌｌ ｗｉｓｈ ｉｔ ｗａｓ ｌｙｉｎｇ:aaa::aaa: ▇▇ Aurora's thoughts and spoken thoughts :Sppacing: ▇▇ Micheal's thoughts and words
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2013 2:07 pm
 «═━┈ ± ┈━═» ※ Eithen Westly ※ «═━┈ ± ┈━═» ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± Eithen squinted his eyes as he exited the open car door. His red eyes stung slightly from the bright sun. Making it hard for him to see out. He followed the figure in front of him. Even if he had a choice he would still do the same. But they found it a necessary thing to chain him in cuffs while they wanted to the building. Once inside the building he was uncuffed and his Mistress till he was bought. She put a collar on him with a few things the jingled. He honestly didn't mind. Although he felt normal inside the building with this collar on. Witch to him was a relatively releaving. Although the thought of being here for a long time without any blood to keep him from going mad worried him a bit.
Not taking any mind to his surroundings. He was just rather fond of no longer being in the sun. His red eyes no longer stung and he was more comfortable in the shade of the building. Presented to his room, he stepped inside. He glanced around a few moments. Eithen sat down in one of the seats before the bed. He wasn't sure what to do at this point other then wait. Letting out a small sigh he looked to the door with longing. Even though he has done this many times in many different places. Why did it seem like the very first time he had entered a place, as near or far this comfort. He assumed he deserved this life for all that he did and continued to do in his life. But how was he to know if he never knew himself before he woke for the first time?
Eithen leaned gently back into the plush cushion on the love seat. He wan't sure how anyone was to know he was here. But the sounds of people talking and walking were muffled by the walls and door. With only a faint sound coming from it. He got up and looked around inside the room. He wondered what he could find to amuse himself. If there were books or cards. Anything would do. Even if he stumbled on some wine. It would be lovely. But he could hardly imagine that there would be wine in a slaves room. Why would they waste it on us while there were far better people for it to be wasted on. ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± « Overly Orange Cat: A bit simple but I like him. »
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2013 10:53 pm
 
Zachary had been stacking books back on a shelf, stretching up as far as his frame would allow to do so, when the door opened and a young woman walked in. Slowly, Zach finished placing the books he carried in an ordered manner on the shelf before turning to the woman and letting his hands fall to his sides. Normally he was not opposed to Masters or Mistresses coming to speak with him - as most of them chose to do before committing to the vend - but at the moment, he wished she had not intruded at that very moment. He hadn't finished cleaning up the mess that he had not made, but with her coming in now, she might think that he was a messy person, or that he was likely to break things, which certainly wouldn't look good, especially considering the fact that she had probably come because she had been told that he was good at cleaning - that was what previous Masters and Mistresses had bought him for, with the condition the room was in now, and without her knowing that it wasn't his fault, she might think ill of him. Of course, he wouldn't overly mind it if she decided that she didn't want him. He could finish cleaning the room then instead of potentially leaving it messy; this place wasn't so bad either. Sure it wasn't perfect - he often ran out of things to do and became bored rather easily - but he had heard stories about some of the conditions in the other shops - conditions that would kill Zachary. At least here he could keep his own space clean, and didn't have to see what the rooms of others looked like, so any mess they may have made wouldn't bother him.
He visibly twitched when the girl hopped onto the freshly-made bed and proceeded to kick all the cover off of it. Now he would have to make it all over again! Unless, of course, she decided to buy him. Silently, he tried to decided why she would have flung them off. Simply because she could? Some people certainly were like that. On the other hand, thinking about the state of the room... Maybe she was trying to test him? Maybe he shouldn't have stopped cleaning when she came in and kept going until it was clean like he had wanted to? Was she trying to see if he would take the initiative instead of waiting for orders?
Nervously, he fought with himself about what to do: request that she move so that he could remake the bed - which would be rude, and possibly dangerous depending on what kind of person she was, something he didn't know - or leave it and wait to see if she would pester him about it - definitely a safer course of action, but one that made him worry about what she would think, as well as one that bugged him because that bed had been made and now it wasn't.
As he stood, waiting for something to happen, the girl spoke, her words taking him by surprise. "I'm sorry, what?" he asked, blinking at the woman with a shake of his head. 'What kind of question was that?' he wondered to himself, 'Did I hear her wrong?' Unfortunately, he didn't think he had. Judging from her tone and her laugh, she had meant what she said too, which meant, of course, that he should answer her.
"I would greatly appreciate it if you didn't light me on fire, it would be counter-productive." were the only words that rose to his lips. Frowning, his bit his bottom lip, wondering about the last half of his sentence. In retrospect, he probably shouldn't have said it, as it could easily be taken the wrong way, but it was too late to take it back, the words had been spoken. He silently wished that she wasn't really the type to injure her slaves, and that she had just asked the question as a joke, or a test or something. Even though he healed faster than other people, that didn't mean it wasn't still as - if not more, for the process of healing could sometime be painful as well, depending on the injury - painful for him as for anyone else.
On the other hand though, he didn't exactly have much of a choice if she chose to buy him. This wasn't like being a hired servant, as a servant he could have quit if he didn't like the conditions, or the person he worked for. As a slave, he didn't get a choice, if the woman decided to fork over money for him, he would have no choice but to go with her. Of course, he could try to run, but he wasn't exactly sure if he'd get very far - he'd never attempted it before, and he really wouldn't know how to go about it. Besides, he was rather scared about what might happen if he was caught, and he would have no idea what to do if he somehow did manage to get away.
His frown deepening, he decided to turn his thoughts away from the matter by focusing on something else. Wiping the frown off his face and replacing it with a neutral expression, he fixed the girl with a gaze and offered his hand. "I apologize for not introducing myself early, it was rude of me. My name is Zachary Remington Clark, but you may call me whatever you so wish I suppose." He told her, resisting the urge to ask her to move.
|{OOC: Derp, accidently eidited my last post >.< sorry!}|
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