Jackie nodded, getting an answer she liked. Yasu needed a lover to replace the lost one and this girl would do just perfect. She seemed interested as well so that made things even easier to work with. All that was needed to be done now was to talk to the real Yasumita and tell him the situation. Hell, maybe this girl could help him get over his depression and he would marry her and get his life back on the track to happiness. Jackie watched the girl grab books and spoke to her, and watched as she went into the hallway for Yasumita. And to her surprise, he wasn't there. So with that, now would be a good time to tell her a crucial piece of information to guaruntee her life expectency."Oh, one thing that you must, MUST! not do is touch the 6 fairys that he has flying around the house. They are like his babies and he would kill anyone if he saw them touch them. I've seen him mutilate someone in public during a party who pushed one of them by accident. I cannot stress how important it is to not touch them unless you are helping them or something along those lines."She spoke and relaxed a bit. So far things were going good for them, and hopefully Yasumita wouldn't make a bad decision.
Yasumita twitched as the girl bit into his vein and started drawing blood from him, the feeling itself was a bit of a sting but he got used to it fairly quickly."Actually, if I filed down your fangs I would need to inflict a wound upon myself and let you drink from it daily, making you dependent on me. But it seems you've toned down a bit since you are getting your meal, so that seems like a good thing. I purchased you as a show off item for the parties my otherself throws out of boredom. Just let it be known that he is a bit of a dits and a dumbass, but be warned don't mess with him because if you do, you will have to meet me again, and I think you don't want that."He chuckled and let out a yawn. He waited for a bit and when he felt she had enough he pulled his arm from her teeth and rubbed her head."Hey, if you touch my fairys I'll rip your arms off and smash your knee caps to bits with a sledgehammer. Just to let you know."He smiled a sadistic fake smile, and before he changed back he pulled out a chainlink leash and hooked it onto her metal collar."Anytime you decide to do something irrational or stupid, you will be electrocuted. So be smart for your sake."He chuckled and stood up, and as he was walking for the door he grabbed his Kimino that he would have Kaede fix, and tugged on the chain to the girl. When he went into the hall his hair color and eye color changed back as he tossed on the shredded Kimono to hide the scars and tattoo, and brought the girl over to Jackie and the Anubis girl."Yasumita, this is your beautiful wife Momo. Remember? She went on vacation for a while, and she decided to visit the slave shop."She smiled, and he looked at Momo and walked up to her, giving her a kiss on the lips."Hello sweetie. It's nice to see you again. Im glad you're back."
Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2013 9:36 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 glared in annoyance when he told her what she had been bought for. Show off item? What kind exactly? The girl thought, but didn't voice her thoughts until after he had pulled away and she'd gotten enough to keep her hunger down. "What, am I supposed to be a cute little dressed up doll for the guests to have their way with?!?"She snapped, jerking away when he touched her head. When the girl heard about what he would do if she touched any of his fairies, she had half a mind to do it just to spite him but the way he said it made her think twice about it. This guy wasn't kidding, she could read it in his eyes when he smiled. Hissing almost like a cat when she saw the leash, Aceline pulled away from it when he hooked it on but he kept walking out of the room, forcing her to follow. She watched in interest as his entire appearance and demeanor changed until she was looking at a complete opposite of the man who had entered her room. Noticing the two girls they were walking towards, she could only guess the younger looking one was one of the fairies he was talking about. But the other girl? His wife? She seemed...interesting. But then Aceline noticed the collar. Why would his wife be a slave? And the fairy had said she was visiting the shop?"Wait....her, his wife? That can't be."Aceline pointed then tugged on her chain leash with the other hand, giving the man who held her another glare. She couldn't believe she was in a way willing to even consider coming home with these people. But this place hindered her too much, she could feel even then that her powers were being held in check.
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
Alexander was a little amazed by this woman's beauty. She was like the purest of silver. Although he wasn't sure how to obtain her or how long he could keep her. Flexing his hands, his tail coiled tightly. He watched the woman almost forgetting that he had to steak or that she was addressing him. He blinked a few times and looked to the window, the sun coming in looked so warm and lovely. It made him want to just curl up under it as if some cat.
Alex looked back to the woman and smiled a genuine smile for once.
"It was the plan I had. I have never done this before and well. I am not that picky anyone would do really."He said as a matter of fact. He pulled a hand though his hair roughly. He wasn't sure what to do about this situation. 'What does one say in this situation? Does one just look them over and choose them? Or do they just pick them and go?' He was confused and way too nervous for this situation. He felt as if it was better if he would just go. But he knew he would end up here once again.
The fact that he wanted this lovely being around wasn't what was bothering him. It was how he was to act around people. He usually just went on his way on his own. A bit frustrated he looked at her. His gaze being a little cold and angry. More so to himself then her. "Come, if you don't mind. I will choose you." He said as he turned. His long tail working slowly to uncoil and move to the door. Keeping the door open he motioned to it as to allow her to go first. The least he could do was remember some manners. Although he was lacking almost the others when it came to socialization. He just wanted to get out of this building as soon as possible before he had any second thoughts on the matter.
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Out Of Care: Hope this is alright.
StellaLuna SkyWind
Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 12:57 am
Ah, how the days drag by when you've nothing, or no one to do. A long, heavy sigh left a pair of plump, unpainted lips and the green hair figure gave a soft shift in the smooth sheets beneath them. Sharpened nails dug into those satiny sheets to pull Ash up to sit. Sage colored hair was mussed from another day of sleeping in, pale eyes hazily staring off towards the door.
Nope, there was no one there.
A very slight frown pulled at those pouty lips, but nothing was said. Instead, Ash slid rather clumsily from the bed and onto the flooring. There, the nymph stayed for a few minutes, slightly dazed, but otherwise uncaring that they were actually on the floor.
After a few minuets, Ash carefully stood to stand, tugging down upon the askew tank top, currently showing off a very bare midriff. There was a soft sniffle, and a very ungraceful rub to a nose, before Ash reached to strip off the tank top.
To be honest, now, they wondered why they had even straightened it in the first place. With no modesty, and no concern when it came to getting company, the nymph, now topless, sauntered slowly off into the bathroom. Now ready to complete their morning routine.
It was at the very lest, an hour before the bath was finished, Ash wasn't entirely sure for they were rather uninterested in tracking time. Wrapped now in a plain, satin robe, that same pale figure that went sauntering in the bathroom, came sauntering back out. Wet hair now plastered to cheeks, and a lollipop hanging from those pouty lips.
Carefully, the nymph settled itself on the edge of the bed, thin fingers reach for the stick of the lollipop. The bright red candy was promptly pulled from its hiding space, only to promptly be attacked by a wet, happy tongue.
Boy did Ash love lollipops.
Finally, the candy was returned to its hiding place within Ash's mouth, before a pair of slender, pale legs drew themselves up so that they could be crossed. So, here Ash said, cross legged at the end of the bed while idle, pale eyes started off at the door.
It had been about three days since Ash had gotten here. And, despite the star that hung from the leather band around the nymph's neck, no one seemed interested in peeking in. After a few minutes, another sigh left Ash, and that plump lower lip jutted out in a very obvious pout.
Someone better visit today, or Ash might just throw a tantrum. Well, more than a tantrum, maybe they would send Ash to the basement! That'd be even better, at least then, there would be the outside mocking. There would just be a bed and a wall-- that meant sleeping all day!
Fantastic.
A strangely happy smile settled on full lips, as sage colored eyes rolled up towards the ceiling. Just a few seconds later, there was a very soft flop, and Ash's upper half now lay in the lush sheets and blankets. While bare, spotless legs remained dangling over the edge of the bed.
Unlike before, there was no reaching for the creeping hem. Although the nymph's thighs were now bare, the lack of modesty reared its head once more, stopping the young creature from pulling it down.
Annie frowned a little, a pouty expression dancing across her face as she watched the boy pause, seeming to struggle with what to say. She couldn’t help but give him a worried head tilt when he answered her question with a question of his own—maybe there was something wrong with his hearing? ”Sorry! I didn’t know your ear were bad!” she exclaimed, raising her voice a little to make sure he could hear properly this time. Her tone made it clear she was honestly sorry—she wasn’t mocking him or anything, she was simply honestly concerned about his well being. ”I asked if you’d die if you’d catch on fire!” she asked, watching him with wide, green eyes, plopping her hands and the stuffed bear between her legs as she leaned forwards on the bed a little.
His tone when he spoke next made her wide eyes soften a little, looking a little sad. Had she made him angry? She didn’t mean to… but she had heard other people who were angry use that tone before—while it had never been really directed at her, it made her a little hesitant to pipe up. If this person was going to be her new playmate—possible, seeing as he hadn’t outright said no—she certainly didn’t want him to be upset with her! ”I’m sorry…” she mumbled, dropping her gaze towards the floor, ”I didn’t want to make you mad… I just really want a playmate that won’t die this time.” she let out a heavy sigh, kicking her legs back and forth and looking painfully dejected. She still didn’t know how this whole thing worked, but surely he wouldn’t want to come with her if she made him mad? But when he spoke up again, his voice calm and unreadable this time, she glanced up towards him with an expression that could only be described as pure joy.
”I’m Annie! Annie Hastur! But where I come from they always called me the dark child! And this is my friend, Tibbers!” she giggled a little as she held up the stuffed bear, it’s worn body limp in her hands but still reminding her of the ‘games’ she had used to play with all of the others—those had been fun times, even if it got boring after a while. Same places, same people… she was here for a change! ”I hope you’ll come to play too! It’ll be fun!” Flinging herself off the bed and towards the blue haired man, she wrapped her arms around him in a hug, a bright smile on her face. Surely his introduction was a sign he didn’t hate her, right? It meant that he wasn’t mad at her, right? Releasing him she skipped around him towards the bookshelf he had just been messing with, curiosity alight in her gaze. She wanted to know more about her new ‘friend’—what had been so interesting about the kindling, anyways? Or maybe there was something there that would be helpful!
Bouncing up to try to see the books, she frowned a little, turning to glance towards the blue haired boy with a curious frown. ”What are all of these for? They seem sort of… useless.” she noted, pointing at the books, ”You should try getting Amplifying Tome, Fiendish Codex, or Morellonomicon!” she suggested with a nod of her head, looking like she was trying to come off as intelligent, ”Those are very good books, you see. They can have a very good effect on you!” she added in explanation, nodding her head a little before half skipping across the room, moving towards the door. ”Here, if you want I can go talk to that lady and you can come to play at my h-Ah!” she winced as she stumbled, hopping on one foot for a few paces before spinning around and landing on her butt. Staring at her foot with wide eyes, seeing blood, she teared up a little—it had, admittedly, been a while since she had been wounded. And just as suddenly she fell onto her back, the teddybear landing a few feet away. ”Ah!” she gasped, letting a cough fall through her lips, ”Tibbers…” she let her head drop limply down onto her arm, and while she was still very much alive she pouted. Apparently the rules here were different than in her home—you got hurt then you just… just went back to that place, and you were healed. Good as new.
She tilted her head up, pushing herself up onto her shoulders and glancing back towards her foot, that had several long, sharp pieces of glass protruding out through the bottom of her thin shoes. ”I knew I should have got the ninja tabi.” she frowned, pouting at her injured foot before going to push herself to her feet, wincing audibly when that only pushed the glass in farther, landing her back on her face. Letting out a clearly frustrated growl, she rolled onto her back, sitting up and pulling her foot into her lap. Well, if the glass was the problem then she’d just pull it all out! Then the problem would be solved! Probably.
OUTOFCHARCOAL::. . .
Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 10:56 pm
The room was stuffy and without a breeze. It might have been partially cool with the artificial air that was created and brought into the room through vents, but it was not the freshness of the outdoors. The air was stale. The sun was muted through glass panes, and he was trapped inside. Multi-hued eyes looked out the window desperately for the green beyond. Why was he stuck inside this strange place? Because he had seen terrible humans trade coin for him. They had sold him when he had tried to protest. He knew what selling was. He knew that the humans did it, and it was a sort of trade that was binding. He knew he also couldn’t’ escape this room although his purpose was meant to be outside. All his charges were in danger now that he could not go out and protect those he was created to guard. The men who had laughed at him and brought him here would destroy the young saplings, and even the elder trees that had given him shade and a home. The animals that dwelt within the forests would run and flee, taking a mass exodus to other parts of the woods until there was nowhere else for them to go, and the humans took to hunting them as well. He hated hunters. Just as much as he hated the men who came with their tools to hack and saw at his charges. He heard their cries. The terrible screams. And he hated all of it, but for now, there was nothing he could do. He was trapped inside this strange room with its false, stale air, and its muted sunlight.
Closing his eyes, he went to the door, again, trying to speak to the wood that kept him inside the room. Try and strain as he did, he couldn’t reach the other side, and it saddened him. He couldn’t hear the voice in the wood, for all life within had been taken and killed. Green hair rose with an invisible touch as he tried, straining against the strange circle of material around his neck. He knew that it was preventing him from tapping into his energy, otherwise he would have grown plants, leaves, vines and more all over the room. He would have escaped by now. He was not a violent person unless he had to be. But he could walk away peacefully as long as the green life was allowed to live. He would have no problem simply throwing away all the weapons as long as the trees and grass and animals of the woods were allowed to remain safe. But he was not there to defend them or plead their case, so he sat, his heart breaking at his lack of dutiful work. He couldn’t do his life’s mission if he was not allowed out of the confinements of this room, so he waited and waited. He had heard others say that someone had to come for him if he wanted to escape. That he should do his best to be “presentable”. He assumed that meant something along the lines of pleading his case, just as he didn’t to the humans who came into his forest with tools of destruction. He would just tell them where he stood, and hopefully, they would let him out of this prison. That had to be it, right? That had to be hope he would get out.
He slumped by the door, looking at the strange clothing he had been given to wear. He would have much preferred things more natural, but if the person who was supposed to free him would like these clothing, than he would wear them so he could get back to his tasks. Closing his eyes and leaning his head against the wall, he began speaking, hoping someone would hear him plead his case. ”I don’t mean any harm. Just let me go. Come and find me and take me back to my forest. My charges need me. I must complete my tasks. You cannot keep me in here forever. I must go back and do what work I must. Please don’t let them cull all my charges. Slaughter is a sin. You cannot let sin overtake everything. Please. I’ll do what I must. Just let them be safe. Release me so I can free them.” he wasn’t even sure who he was talking to, but he wanted someone to hear him and free him. He needed to go protect the earth. He just hoped that someone would be able to understand what he knew in his heart to be true. He needed to go protect the earth like he was meant to do. He couldn’t do that sitting and waiting. So he hoped someone would come soon.
Pacing in the hallway the demoness growled quietly, her ears folded back against her head as she idly yanked at her hair. That damn elf had been so… so obnoxious! What sort of puny creature asked to be killed? Was it some sort of fad, these days? Left right and center people were challenging her—testing her—trying to push her past her limit of control. Wasn’t she just as entitled as anybody else to live with a degree of peace, regardless of who or what she was!? Pausing, Sieux halted in her tracks as she narrowed her eyes at the door she had just left a few minutes prior. It was looking more and more likely like this was some sick test set in place by the very Elders that were forcing her into this damned mess in the first place. One that she was damned determined not to fall for. Seeing another woman with equally inhuman features move curiously towards the doorway Sieux turned on her heel and strode further up the hallway—silently wishing all the misfortune in the world on that obnoxious man. It was time to forget out recommendations made by stupid humans and it was time to forget about tests set by stupid Elders—it was time to just follow her instinct, as she should have done the entire time.
She spent a good period of time wandering, her wolfish ears peaked and swishing around as she listened to the many sounds of this place. People moving, fighting, sleeping… even one occasion where a young girl’s voice had drifted through her mind. Odd and, admittedly, a little bit unnerving. The wolf had moved on very quickly from that room. The last thing she needed was somebody getting into her head, after all. It was going to be annoying enough being stuck in that cage place with a second person, let alone somebody who could invade on her privacy from any corner of the ‘estate’. No. What she wanted, needed, was somebody with at least a similar base instinct as herself, something of the wild, that wasn’t exactly wild themselves. And while having somebody with a little bit of bite to them would be more entertaining, her task was to keep them alive and intact when all was said and done—having somebody who would constantly be prattling her with questions or taunts would just get her in more trouble with the Elders.
Beginning to feel a headache form, Sieux paused, leaning against one of the many wooden doors and laying her forehead against the cool texture. Why in the world was this so difficult!? She had expected to just come in, get some obnoxious thing that she could leave to their own methods, then leave! Why in the world did she even care about the other? If they were a problem she could just lock it in it’s room and give it food and water when necessary—it didn’t matter, then, if it was annoying or not. But, to her, she knew that wouldn’t be good enough. Regardless of the blood that ran through her veins, or the prejudice she had faced by the rest of her pack for her cursed appearance, Sieux didn’t want to hurt people. She didn’t want to disappoint anybody, or make anybody sad, or kill them. What she wanted was to be able to just live peacefully. But because of the shade of her fur, the label that had been placed on her since the day she was born, she had been predefined as a killer—and while she had never been able to control her temper or strength, nobody had bothered to ask her if it was actually true that she “thirsted for blood like water” or “got off on the sounds of death cries”. In all honesty, she had always just been a confused pup—confused why having white and red fur made her any different from anybody else in the pack. Confused as to why that made it so that nobody wanted to talk to her unless they were challenging her, that nobody wanted to play with her unless it was a ‘fight for honour’. Nobody had ever bothered to answer her questions— “Why do I have to do this?” “What if I don’t want to be stained in red anymore?”. There had been times when she had just been so desperate to fit in that she had jumped into mud pits in hopes of staining the pure colour of her fur, and it never worked.
Her stream of thoughts was cut short when she heard a voice from the other side of the door. Very suddenly she stood up, her ears whipping around and standing straight, her head cocking a little to the side as she easily listened in on the words from the other side of the wall. Was that person… talking to her? Looking around, there didn’t appear to be anybody else there. The wolf paused, frowning a little, but winced at his words. “Slaughter is a sin”. That was a phrase she had heard more than once in her life. But it had always been an accusation. An accusation towards her. Hesitating a little she reached for the door handle. A request for ‘help’. That was also something she had never been asked. She had only ever been asked to kill or to fight—the thought of actually helping somebody gave her a bit of a rush. Even if she could only let them be freed for a short while. After all, she had a task of her own—and the longer she stayed away from the place the Elders had sent her to the more likely it was that she would be killed. After all her test had to be passed if she wanted to be lived—her new ‘curse’, put in place by the Elders, could and would easily kill her if she didn’t succeed. Slowly opening the door the wolf stepped in, ears swivelling around in an instinctive search for danger. The scent of nature assaulted her nose and she immediately placed the person in here as one of nature—who or what specifically she didn’t know, but that was far beyond the point.
Quietly closing the door the woman turned towards the man, taking a few steps back as she stared down on him, her ears worriedly flat against her head. This sort of scent… it didn’t belong in a room this artificial. ”I can’t release you.” she said, slowly, the words hesitant as if she were thoroughly meditating on each one, ”But if… if you really want I can track these ‘charges’ of yours so you can do what you need to do.” she paused, training her charcoal black eyes on his face, trying to express her sincerity in a way she had never done before, ”But I also have something that I have to do. You wouldn’t be able to stay in any other place for very long—eventually we’d both have to return to that cage that the Elders have set for me… and I don’t think I have much longer before I really will have to go back there.” she explained quietly, crouching down with her knees up in front of her to watch him from his owl level—he was sitting, making him seem smaller than he likely was. ”What are you? You smell like forest, but you’re dressed like a human who’s never seen a tree that grew by Earth’s will.” she frowned, tilting her head a little to the side. While the members of her pack, her included, were called demon wolves they were still animals of nature—while smarter than low level canines they also had an instinctual connection to the earth, especially to spirits of water and land. ”What do they call you?”
"Wow..." Momo said as she listened to the woman explain what her master had did to someone who touched the fairy on accident. "Uhm....sounds a bit dangerous to be around....are you sure he won't fly off and murder me if that same incident happened?" she asked concerned for her life. The idea of being bought was all peaches and cream with the Anubis but the thought of that person who bought her would turn around and kill her on sight and without hesitation made her think being captive was a whole lot better than having her insides gutted out or her arms torn off. She turned away from the woman and had some serious doubts about this. She was getting out that was one thing, but the way the woman made her new master out to be was a homicidal killer in the wakes just waiting for that one slip to come in and mercilessly kill his prey. She sat down on her bed to do a little thinking on the offer now that her mind was more opened than it was. Usually the girl would be happy at the idea of not being locked up in a shop and sold off like living inventory but her heart stopped when the idea of the man who was possibly her savior would also rip her heart out and show it to her at the same time. For some reason it made her recall her old master back from Egypt, how he would do the same thing but instead of killing people off he would consider any harmful act against her as a challenge and not an act of full blown war. Her tail continued to sway from side to side as her thoughts thickened like a pool of oil at the numbers of possible outcomes she would incur from this transaction. The one main thing that would be apparent was she would be free from the captivity she had so long hopped to be free of while the other scenario was the fact that one slip up with these faires would result in her utter demise. As she thought of her demise she doubt the man would even show care for her, he probably would of been like her last master and when he killed someone he would be laughing all the way. She shivered at the the sound in her mind of her master's laughter as he killed someone; the crying, the screaming, the pleas for help and mercy falling on death ears. She couldn't help but tremble at herself being involved in a very same conclusion.
They kept telling her to 'perk up', be 'cute and bubbly' - all sorts of words that didn't suit the young woman in the least. Always on the quiet side, her experiences that had landed her in the Pallas Manor. The room was nice, she had to admit, a lot better than the lodgings she'd had recently. But it wasn't hers and the collar, while not very tight, rubbed against her throat, a constant reminder that she didn't belong to herself anymore.
Although, she didn't belong to anyone at all.
That was the problem. Roo had no idea if there was a time limit as to how long she had before she would be thrown out, or...or something. What did they do with unwanted slaves, she had wondered once, and then shut down her overactive imagination immediately before it could do anymore damage. They'd given her a canvas and some paint, since she didn't have any behavioral problems and it kept her from pacing too much. It was a pleasant way to spend her time, just doodling on it by the window or in a sketchbook she'd been given. But it was still a poor distraction from her worries about her future.
The young woman had tried to perk up, to attract a master or mistress, but she couldn't keep it up. It was assumed she was depressed and she truly wasn't - well, not much. Roo was simply lost and confused and afraid. And she was naturally quiet and shy, at least when among strangers, so that didn't help her case much either. As it was, no one seemed to want the sort of slave she was, although a few had spoken to her. That had raised her hopes marginally, only to have them fall once more when they left with someone else. Someone much more interesting.
"What do you think?" she asked the paintbrush she had in her hand curiously, as if it could talk back. It got boring, having only herself for conversation day in and day out, but she didn't talk out-loud much at all. The last thing she wanted to do was be labeled crazy on top of everything else. Some days she felt like a mute, though, having nothing to say and no one to tell her thoughts to even when she did have something interesting - to her, anyway - to share with them. Waving the paintbrush at the canvas for a minute, she sighed and went back to the painting. It was just a random thought she had decided to act on - a castle on a lake, rising from the water like the Lady of the Lake must have to King Arthur, she mused privately. Fog rolled in, dimming the grandeur of the stone, the moon striking in the inky blackness of the sky.
Roo liked landscapes and things like this the best. People were so animated, she felt like drawing them was too...confining. Making them into something they weren't. And although nature changed, it wasn't as expressive as a human face. Capturing one scene wasn't doing it a disservice.
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"My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world"
Crystal_Midnight18
Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 7:13 pm
☽~☾ Dallas ☽~☾
Dallas walked through the slave shop, wondering what he was even doing there in the first place. He didn't like the despair that was so obvious in the air. Wanting to escape it, he slipped into a room which he knew no one was in. Once entering the room, Dallas looked about him in an attempt to get his bearings. He saw a girl painting and cleared his throat to let her know that he was there. He looked about the room and noticed that she was well kept, nothing ratty like lesser slaves shops had. He had been to those and had to leave before he got sick with the amount of misery and torture that filled the air. The air in this room was different. It held confusion and fear. Something he knew all too well. He looked at the beautiful woman that was painting, automatically tuning into her thoughts without meaning to. He wondered what she would think about him. Dallas had always been different from others. He bowed and then took a few tentative steps towards the woman, not sure what to say. "Good even young miss. My name is Dallas. Can you do the honor of telling me yours?"
Dallas was old fashion and you could tell it by his voice. He was a respectable man and someone that should be respected as well. His brilliant green eye, took in the woman. He noted everything about her, committing it to memory. He would also read her facial expressions as well as her thoughts when they came into focus. His orange hair was shaggy and hung in his face a bit, covering his eye patch as he looked at the woman. He moved his hair to the side and revealed the black satin that was covering his eye. He must look rather like a peasant inside of a royal.
Dallas had never been into the whole royalty thing and so thats why he looked the way he did. He preferred to be comfortable instead of stuffy and not comfortable. Dallas was dressed in regular blue jeans with a black shirt that covered only half of his shoulders. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, not knowing what else to do with them and showing the woman that he was not a threat to her. "Sorry about the intrusion, but I was getting rather uncomfortable out there."
ஆ I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down, The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house, I wrestle with my thoughts I shook the hand of doubt, Running from my past I'm praying feet don't fail me now! ஆ
Hearing the door open and shut, Roo jumped a bit and turned, paintbrush clutched tightly in a hand whose knuckles were now white. Seeing a complete stranger come in - someone probably here to buy someone, she realized - her skin paled a bit. Not that he looked particularly frightening, even with the eye patch. It wasn't that. There was just an...aura around him. Something that made her bones ache from age and almost made her take a step back in fright when he talked to her.
"R-Rowena. They used to call me Roo," she added automatically, though it was unclear who 'they' was. Her reply was born out of manners and habit rather than a sense to please and she studied him just as carefully as he was her. When he apologized she frowned slightly, more out of confusion than anything else. Why was he doing that, she was clearly just an unsold slave and he didn't have to show her any sort of manners whatsoever.
"If you're uncomfortable, why are you even here?" she wondered, though the young woman would never say it. Instead she looked around the room, wondering if it could be considered comfortable. It was pretty, and not uncomfortable. And maybe it was better than wandering the halls? She wouldn't know, as she never left the room. Setting the paintbrush carefully down on the stool next to the canvas where her paint pallet rested as well, she almost ran a finger between the velvet of her collar and her throat, just to get it away from her skin for a heartbeat. She hated wearing it, but knew better than to try to take it off.
Watching him carefully, Roo wondered what he was. Human, or something that just looked human? She had never met so many beings before now and under other circumstances might have considered it interesting. As it was, she just wanted to get out of here, go someplace she wouldn't be stared at, inspected and found wanting over and over again.
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"My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world"
Crystal_Midnight18
Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2013 10:48 am
☽~☾ Dallas ☽~☾
Dallas observed the woman closely as she looked at him and could feel the confusion in the air rise. He was treating her like any person would treat another person and she was a slave. She was used to people ignoring her or treating her badly and here he was, treating her like an actual person. Honestly, it was just how he was. He was always very loving and never really harsh unless it was a serious matter he was dealing with. After a moment, he smiled at her and then realized it would probably freak her out even more. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He was so bad at interacting with people since he had been away from them for so long. Dallas took a couple of steps forward and snuck a peek at what she had been painting. Suddenly, his expression turned serious before he cracked up laughing. It took him several moments to get his laughter under control and even then, small chuckles escaped his lips.
Dallas took a deep breath and wiped the tear that had been forming from his laughter. He looked at the girl named Rowena and smiled broadly at her. "Well Roo, I came here with the impression that I wouldn't find someone and you have proven me wrong. Clearly, you are meant to be mine and I will not ignore such a tremendous sign. Once you see where I live, you will understand." Dallas chuckled a few times before he took another deep breath. "So Rowena, I would like to purchase you. Pack anything you wish to bring with you. We'll stop at the local markets to get you the items that you will be requiring to live to me and then we shall head to my home. I do warn you that it is a long ride."
Dallas turned towards the door and took a few steps towards before turning. "I shall go get things with the slaver situated while you pack."
ஆ I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down, The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house, I wrestle with my thoughts I shook the hand of doubt, Running from my past I'm praying feet don't fail me now! ஆ
His smile caught her off-guard and before she could decide if she should try to return it or not, he was sighing and running a hand through his hair. Perhaps disappointed that she hadn't immediately returned the gesture, she wondered? Roo watched him curiously, frozen to her spot when he began to approach her and look at the painting on the canvas. When he burst into laughter, she made a bit of a face, both confused and offended. She hadn't thought it was that bad and she didn't like people making fun of her paintings.
As he calmed down, she was watching him suspiciously, not knowing what to expect from him. The young woman blinked a few times when he gave his little speech - meant to be his? Sign? Was he crazy? Probably, she decided privately. When he said he was going to buy her, she simply stared at him, at a loss for words. While it wasn't like she enjoyed it here, she wasn't sure going with him would be any better.
But she was told to pack up and then left alone in the room, paintbrush still held in her hand out of habit. Staring at the door for a long moment, the young woman slowly put it down and let out a breath. "Is he nuts?" she wondered, looking from the painting back to the door again.
Well, whether she wanted to go or not, she had to, she knew that much. So with a sigh, Roo dragged out a small duffel bag from under the bed to throw in what things she was allowed to take. It was very little - some clothing and her paint supplies. She didn't want anything else from here, not even a hairbrush. It wasn't a desire to make her apparent master spend more money, but to leave this all behind her. Finished quickly, she sat on the bed and obediently waited for someone to come get her.
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"My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world"
Crystal_Midnight18
Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 8:45 am
☽~☾ Dallas ☽~☾
It took Dallas a few minutes to find the slave master since the shop was so busy. After a brief conversation and surprising looks, the master led Dallas to a small office to fill out some paperwork. Dallas, being himself, looked over the papers briefly, reading with surprising speed. It didn't take him long to finish the extensive amount of paperwork. It had to have been ten minutes since he left Roo and he was apprehensive to get back to her. Dallas was always the type of person to be slightly possessive over his property and since Roo was now his, he didn't want anyone else looking at her. It didn't seem like many people wanted her anyways, but Dallas was still protective. Once he finished the paperwork, he handed in the forms and money to the slaver.
Dallas nodded at him before he returned to Roo's room. The halls were a bit crowded with people searching for slaves and some of them gave Dallas a bad feeling. It only took him a minute to arrive back at Rowena's room, opening the door and sliding in quickly. He sighed in relief and then looked up at Roo. She was sitting on the bed with a small duffel bag next to her, ready to go. Dallas smiled at her before he walked over, bending down to undo her collar before he slipped it off from around her neck. Placing it in his pocket, Dallas bent over and grabbed the duffel bag before he held out his hand for Rowena. "Come on Roo. It's time to leave."
ஆ I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down, The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house, I wrestle with my thoughts I shook the hand of doubt, Running from my past I'm praying feet don't fail me now! ஆ
