Dragon Form70' length, 6 tonsHuman Form5'7" height, 142lbs ██████████████████████████████████████████████ xxxxxxxxxxkeiji ADAM sato Sober for16 miserable daysand right now I feelup for a challenge
INDENTThose little head-tosses were supposed to be flirtacious by modern-day standards, weren't they? To Keiji, she either needed a haircut or more hair product to keep everything in line. He wasn't charmed but wasn't entirely averse to her either; dark eyes tracked her as she orbited him, vanishing like the sun as she slipped beyond his horizon and reappearing at the other end of the earth.
INDENTShe really seemed to be overplaying the strong, dominant seductress role by her reaction to his jocular and benign remark earlier. That alone was amusing - and intriguing. Yeah, he could roll with that. It would be fun and funny. If the little girl wanted to play pretend, for a while he could play the fool on her heels. No sooner had he made his decision was his patience and dedication tried; one of her pig-fingers poked his nose, like he was a diminutive child. That annoyed him to no end, as did the way she spoke his name with something like a dark purr, but her ridiculous hair-tossing and that irritating smile did remind him that it would be fun and worthwhile if he stuck out with it. A change of scenery would be good before he could make like an egg and beat it.
INDENT"Can't have that happen," was the sarcastic response to the fae daring to suggest that Keiji would be a rebel and run away. Blasphemy, to think that he would cause trouble! He could see where this was going clear as a shallow stream and fetched the scant few possessions not currently on his person: a jacket and matching gloves. He pulled both of them on just in time to chirp back, "Of course, Cythoe," with a deadpan face in contrast. He walked a few paces behind her, but followed her nonetheless. Fine, so she wasn't from the area. So she would want to go back to her own neighborhood first. He could put up with it. He had faith that his first impression, that her version of relief from boredom was in line with his, wouldn't be proved wrong.
INDENTThey reached the lobby of this accursedly bright place and he stood by idly as she purchased him. It wasn't a bad price, he supposed, fit for his pedigree. (Little did he know how much inflation had occurred since the last time he made any sort of big purchase.) When all was said and done, Keiji's new owner - however temporarily she would be considered as such - called up what he presumed would be their ride out of there. Cars tended not to be his thing as being enclosed was never comforting, but it would probably be a while until he would find his way back home to his motorcycle collection. Or maybe he would get lucky and Cythoe would also appreciate the wind in her detestable hair; if she liked to party, then perhaps it would be easier to talk her into it than he thought.
J'adore Vivienne, Jejhabillez-moi Gucci, Fendi, et Prada.
☛IDENTMadeline was sick of auditioning models. They were all too well known, or too plain, or too raw... or more simply not what she was looking for. She was sick of looking at pictures and examining them as they practiced or listening to them gab at each other and hearing their pathetic intimidation tactics. She was sick of listening to them tell her what a huge honour it would be to be the top model for her fashion line. She was sick of them. None of them were right, which was why she now found herself staring out the window of her car as her chauffeur drove her to visit one of the grandest establishments in the world. Even she was impressed with the business, and that was saying something. It took a lot to impress Madeline Chevalier. As the car pulled to a stop in front of the hotel, she looked upon its grandeur and allowed herself to appreciate the architecture. The door was opened for her, and she grabbed her small bag before taking the offered hand and climbing out. "Merci Jean. You may explore for a while. I will call you when I am done." As she spoke, Madeline opened her purse, removed her wallet, and pulled out two hundred dollar bills. The driver nodded with a word of thanks, and closed the door behind her before climbing back in and heading back toward the city, sure to enjoy himself with the bonus he had just been given. Sighing, Madeline shut her purse with a click and looked toward the doors. Time to see if she could find here what she could not anywhere else.
The woman marched up to the doors and nodded in thanks to the doorman who let her in, slipping him a tip. That was, after all, why she had cash on her when she was visiting such an establishment. She clicked towards the front desk in her heels, enjoying the way the sound echoed throughout the foyer. One of the receptionists looked up as she approached and smiled warmly. "Welcome Ma'am, to Hôtel des Esclaves. Have you filled out a purchasing form?" Madeline had in fact done so, and smiled as she took the form out of her bag and handed it over. "Bien sur, here you are," she replied. She tapped her perfect manicure against the counter while she waited for the woman to find her matches, examining the interior design. It was luxurious and comfortable. She very much liked it. "Here you are Miss Chevalier," the receptionist said, causing Madeline to return her attention to the woman. She was holding out a small package. Madeline took it, thanking the woman and leaving a tip on the counter. She went to sit down and flip through the pages to see what options she had. There were a few, but two in particular found and held her interest. Sayuri and Kael, she decided, were two she'd like to visit. As she stood, a bellboy hurried over.
"May I help you Ma'am?" he asked, seemingly a tad intimidated. She smiled at the boy. He was still a bit young. "Oui, I would like to visit Kael and Sayuri," she said, showing him the forms of those two. He nodded. "They'll both be in the Upper Half of the West Block. This way please." He returned the forms to her and lead the way, Madeline clicking along behind him as she put the forms in her bag. This should be interesting. When they reached the appropriate block, the bellboy spoke briefly to a guard who nodded. "Kael and Sayuri, correct?" he asked. Madeline answered as she was handing the bellboy his tip. "Oui." The guard nodded once firmly, and lead the way to the first room she would be visiting. "Here you are, Miss?""Chevalier," she supplied. "Miss Chevalier. If you need anything I'll be right outside. Just shout and I'll come running." She smiled. "Merci, mon cher." Satisfied with her reply, he knocked twice on the door before opening it. "Sayrui, you have a visitor," he said, before stepping aside to allow Madeline to enter. He closed the door behind her, and Madeline was alone in the room with the girl who had caught her eye. "Salut ma chère," she began, "I am Madeline Chevalier."
Valentino, Armani too. Merde I love Merde I love them Jimmy Choo.
OOC: Wow, that took a while, but it's finally done! Please let me know if you spot any mistakes. ♛
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Speech: #FE28A2 Translations: Merci - Thank you Bien sur - Of course Oui - Yes Mon Cher/Ma Chère - My dear Salut - Hello, Hi
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Where there is desire, there is bound to be a flame. Where there is a flame, someone's bound to get burned. But just because it burns doesn't mean you're gonna die. You gotta get up and try.
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Felling a little: Captivated. Wearing this little number: See picture. Out of Context:
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Room seventy six was a rather neutral room with a color scheme of browns, tans and cremes. In this room, she felt like she stood out like a sore thumb with her blue hair and her ruby colored eyes, her pale skin and blue dress. But she didn't mind. The only real thing that she minded was the boredom of most days. Today was different in this, however. One of the workers in the marketplace had just delivered the paints and some canvases that she had earned for being on her best behavior.
The paintbrush was clutched loosely in the woman's hand, her other holding the small pallet full of paints. A landscape was appearing on the white canvas on the easel. Tall evergreens, long green grass, flowers dotting the meadow encircled by trees and rocks in the distance while thunderclouds built up in the background. Brush strokes controlled and perfect as crimson eyes stared deep into the painting, her mind whirling with possibilities and color patterns.
Azar was so intent on the painting that nothing could have pulled her away, not even if someone ran in shouting that the place was on fire. Oh... Wait... She could live through that. If someone shouted that the roof was gone and a hurricane was heading in though, she would have panicked. A smile crept to her lips at the thought, but she dismissed it quickly as the painting before her drew her attention into it once more. Maybe a little bit of brown, maybe some more deep blue, a little bit of orangey red poppies peeking through the tall grass. So many opportunities.
Swiping the back of her hand across her forehead, a trail of green paint was left in it's wake, but Fia cared not about getting paint on her. Her blue dress and apron were already dotted with speckles of different colors, so there was no need to worry any more over it. It'd wash out. A knock on the door made her eyes lift from the painting, her hand steady as she pulled the paintbrush from the canvas. Was it lunch already? Looking up at the ticking clock on the wall, she noticed that lunch had already passed. This was dinner already. Outside, the sun was already moving to hide behind the buildings, people rushing to get home from work. A few moments after the knock, the jostling of keys and then the door opened as the normal servant came into the room just enough to set the tray of food on the small table beside the door before leaving and shutting the door once more, locking it from the outside.
Putting the pallet down on the small desk beside her, Azar got up from her chair, stretching her back from sitting still for so long as she moved to investigate the food on the tray. Vegetable soup, a piece of glazed ham and a few bread rolls with butter and honey on the side along with a a glass of milk and a glass of water. No peppers in... Wait. The servant had slipped a few peppers under the edge of her plate. What a pleasant lady. I need to thank her next time I see her. Fia thought to herself before picking up the three peppers and eating them raw. Her mouth burned at the spice, but all that left her lips was an "Mmmm" as she savored their flavor and the way taste buds burned under the heat.
After the peppers were polished off, the Will-o-wisp picked up the tray and moved it over to the desk where she continued on her painting, slowly eating the food that was given to her in small bites as her concentration was once more captivated by the canvas in front of her.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 9:11 pm
Sitting in a corner of the large room, one that the light didn't quite completely reach, a male sat with his knees drawn up, his arms supported by his knees, hands just dangling in the air. Griffyn spent most of his time sitting on the floor of his room, just staring at the wall opposite. Now that he couldn't change his form anymore, the male with the shoulder-length white hair just spent his time being bored and grumpy. Gryf was mostly grumpy because he was bored, but also because he was still angry with himself for getting captured in the first place. Sure there was an interesting element to being human, but nothing quite beat being in his gryphon form - something he hadn't been in for at least fifteen years or more. Wriggling his fingers a little to stimulate his mind a little bit, the only things Griffyn had these days were his memories, and more often than not they depressed him.
His life had been so much fun on their little island. He had nothing to worry about there, and all his kin looked after one another. He got along with the other creatures that shared his homeland, and there always seemed to be enough resources for all of them so there was never any fighting over territory. It was a lovely island to live on, and although it had been a few centuries since he'd been forcefully taken away, he could still remember what trees and plants had the calming scents and which ones had the more spicy ones that had the best berries. He could hear the cries from his kin, and the woosh of his 'brothers' wings when they flew up in the treetops to scout the island. Even just thinking about flying was making his back ache with longing, and he knew he would settle for just about any role these days as long as he could talk his new Master or Mistress into taking off the collar around his neck. While he had sworn these days not to kill any more people unless they deserved it, he hadn't promised himself that he wouldn't run away. That was a new thing, but it would take time and planning to run away from any new owner these days, and he would need money. Stupid paper and metal disks, they were such stupid items.
A knock at the door announced lunch, and watching the guard place the plate of food on the small white table, Griffyn didn't get up until the door was closed once again. The first few days he remembered getting angry at the guards, throwing fits and claiming they were trying to sedate him. A few trips to the basement punishment rooms had taught him that the people at the hotel had better things to do than try and sedate him or poison him, but it still didn't stop him from being wary around the guards that stepped into his room. He just didn't trust people in general, and after everything that had happened, who could blame him? The smell of a whole roasted chicken caught his nose, and while it was comically ironic that chicken happened to be one of his favourite foods since becoming a slave (he was half eagle after all), the male didn't think twice about tearing the warm bird apart with his fingers. Eating had been so much easier when he didn't have to worry about cooking things or burning fingers and his tongue - ripping apart food with his talons and beak was the simplest joy he had, even when it was the large, succulent berries that grew on his island.
Lunch over and done with, the tray removed in no time whatsoever, Gryf at least had the forethought to clean his hands and face in the bathroom. He'd had his human form for fifteen odd years now, but seeing himself in the mirror still made him quite surprised. His Gryphon form wasn't anything too fancy; a large half-bird, half-lion creature, with tufts of feathers that looked like ears. His feathers had been a mix of white and milk chocolate brown, with his rump being a sandy brown. Gryf had to admit, he was a handsome creature. But now? He had this funny straight nose, ears that were long like some kinds of elves but all feathery, white hair that hung around his shoulders (which wasn't too bad), but it was the funky black tufts of hair that seemed to sit funny on his head that amused him, but also made him annoyed. The colour was slightly darker than the brown that was a part of his feathers, and they seemed to mimic the way his feather tufts sat, so maybe it was just something the warlock hadn't been able to change? Either way, at least these features reminded him of his gryphon days, as well as his eyes. They were still the nice blue colour they'd always been.
Now that he was clean again, his teeth free of any wayward bits of chicken (cleaning his teeth with something called a 'toothbrush' was still weird), his spot in the corner facing the door had been resumed. There was nothing to do in this room, and every day it was the same boring thing. At least they fed him decently, that was a bonus. Especially now he'd stopped attacking people. Maybe there was something to this whole "nice" thing. It seemed to get him more rewards...
¤ELISKA¤ I used to think the fire was warm and beautiful.
Her needs were very specific and as the car pulled up in front of the drive, the young woman sighed. It always hurt to walk, no matter how short a time she had to do it, and she hadn't bothered with boots or tights to hide her tattoos. Here no one would care - there were far stranger things to look at. Besides, she had to show proof to whomever she decided to buy, to show that she really did need them and hopefully get some sort of cooperation. Yawning, as she hadn't slept the night before with the weight of her decision on her mind, the young woman watched the driver pull away until she called to go home and then looked back to the Hotel. It was an intimidating place and she reached up, brushing some hair from her eyes absently before sighing and doing her best to hide her limp as she headed towards the doors.
Eliska headed to the desk, her back straight and her demeanor completely stiff to hide the pain she was in. When the woman welcomed her with a smile, she just nodded and said she was there to buy a slave. There was no rudeness, but she was curt and to the point, not wanting to waste time standing when she could be sitting. Taking the paperwork she was given, the young woman sat down in a chair in relief and began to fill it out. Part of her wanted to hurry to get it done, and part of her wanted to take her time so she could sit longer. But she knew she would have to go sooner rather than later, so she reluctantly hurried through the rest of the paper and then got up to return the clipboard to the woman. Leaning a bit against the counter while she waited for it all to go into the computer, Eliska did her best to hide both her impatience and her pain until a printer spit out a few pieces of paper.
"These are the slaves that would best match your needs, ma'am. Feel free to look at them and then just tell a bellboy where you want to go," the woman instructed her, handing them. "A guard will meet you and take you to the room you want," she added, as Eliska muttered a 'thank you', her attention already to the reason for her coming here.
Walking slowly towards the elevators, not going to sit down just to get up again, she flipped through the pages. A griffin caught her eye and her eyes widened a bit in surprise. They had those here? Those really existed? That was a shock and she put that paper on the top to show the boy that was waiting. He glanced at the floor and nodded, escorting her in before pressing the appropriate button. The ride was short and silent and Eliska was glad when she could leave the oppressive little space. They made her anxious and the soft carpet swallowed up any noise her heels would have made as she followed the guard down the hall to a door after he had looked at the paper. He had made a faint noise, almost like he thought it was funny she wanted to look at this one, and she had been tempted to ask what the problem was. But she didn't want to go in and speak with the griffin with preconceived notions already in her mind, so she kept her questions to herself and instead waited as he knocked at the door briefly.
"It's best not to surprise him," he explained shortly. The young woman simply nodded and stepped through the door when the man opened it for her. She heard it shut behind her, but paid it little attention. Her eyes had already found the slave she wanted to see and his appearance was...well, if she had been her old self, she would have thought he was fuzzy. Now, she simply wondered how it got like that.
Letting out a breath, she relaxed a bit and limped a bit, allowing herself to show some weakness. If she wanted the male to protect her, she had to be honest with him. That, and she was hoping the sight of a weaker creature elicited empathy, not predator instincts. Lowering herself into a chair with a hiss of pain, she closed her eyes for a moment to compose herself before looking over at the male. "My name is Eliska Fojtik," she told him, her accent making her words sound more musical than they really were.
The position Griffyn had taken up in his room was not only one of convenience, but practicality. Not only would he be able to see whoever came through the door before they saw him, but it meant no-one could surprise him. Griffyn didn't like surprises. But when the door opened and he lowered his head to give a steely glare at whoever dared to walk in, he found himself surprised. It was a woman, and a weak one too. While 'weak' was the word Griffyn chose in his mind, it wasn't used in the demeaning manner most people tend to use it. He meant it in the literal fashion: Lacking the power to perform physically demanding tasks; having little physical strength or energy. There was something disabling her ability to walk properly, and that rendered her unable to perform at her peak. Something pained her, and the woman wanted him to know that. Was this to lessen his will? Make him less likely to attack her or lower his predatory traits? She obviously knew what he was, and catching her scent slightly, he knew what she was - but it confused him. She smelt human, but not. Humans didn't emit traces of sulphur, that much he knew about the squishy, fleshy beings.
Eliska Fojtik. That was her name. Hell, Gryf wasn't even sure he could pronounce that, but she was interesting. She had a funny tone in her voice, an accent from a different part of Europe than himself. She dressed in pale colours, calm colours, and Griffyn found that he didn't feel anger towards her. Pity was there, and maybe a little bit of curiosity, but she was still human, and he didn't rightly trust humans. "Griffyn." He offered up as a reply, his native Greek tongue audible, his chin lifting just a little so he could see her better. "But I'm sure you knew that." Pointing to the papers in her hand, he turned his gaze away from her, waiting to hear some kind of explanation to her being here.
Regardless of what she did or did not say, Griffyn moved. Slowly standing up, he kept his back in the corner, but he exerted his height and size by crossing his arms. It was an instinctual thing for him to make himself 'look bigger', but if she had a reason for coming to see him, it was likely she wasn't intimidated by what he was. Shaking back his hair, an action that looked more like a bird ruffling it's feathers, Griffyn just watched the woman sitting down. His feathery ears remained slightly fluffed up from his head-shaking, and it bothered the man. Out of everything about him, his ears frustrated him. They were the only feature of his human form that remained feathery - besides the odd black feathers that trailed above his head like horns. Watching her, Griffyn remained silent, he wasn't sure what she wanted, and waited until she said she needed a protector. Raising an eyebrow, that caught his interest. "I can see why a human would need a guard, but why chose a mythical creature? Why not get one of those men in black suits that carry around those metal things that make noise?" It wasn't hard to guess that Griffyn was actually talking about the kinds of guards that protected the President and other important folk, but it was an interesting little insight to his thought process.
"Why does a human need a creature like me?" While he wasn't exactly an immortal being, he knew he could use his own claws to create potions to heal himself - no thanks to the warlock that gave him the blasted human form he was in now. If that warlock had any use in the end, it was teaching Griffyn that various parts of himself could be alchemised to create healing potions. Was she after his claws or feathers? God he hoped not, he'd vowed never to kill a Master again, and women were generally gentle creatures. Or so he assumed - he'd never actually lived with a female being outside his island home before. But regardless, the male being knew that hurting women was a bad thing, and with that thought in his mind, he voiced another question quickly after the last one. "Do you need a guard because someone is trying to hurt you?" While he was still learning certain things, there was one social standing that Griffyn knew very well - Never hurt a woman.
¤ELISKA¤ I used to think the fire was warm and beautiful.
Griffyn. She almost smiled at the name but thought better of it, as he might think she was mocking him. Instead she just watched him, seeing just how large the male really was and a bit surprised. It was intimidating - not for her, but for anyone else and that was exactly what the young woman wanted at this point. She thought his ears, or the tufts of whatever they were, were actually a bit cute and Eliska absently wondered if they were as fuzzy as they looked. Well, probably, but she would never dare touch them. She didn't want a pet and didn't plan on insulting him anytime soon. So she simply was silent as he talked about her, shrugging when he asked why she didn't hire a man with a gun. Well, it wouldn't be as effective - not at all - but there was no reason to interrupt him as he continued. Then he asked the question she was waiting to hear.
Why does a human need a creature like me?
In all honesty, Eliska wasn't even aware of the magical properties his talons and feathers had. She simply wanted someone large enough, someone with enough magic, to keep things from getting worse. Perhaps even to resolve it. Before she could answer the question, however, he made a very astute guess and a quick nod of her head suggested that he had hit the mark. "Yes, that is why I need a guard," she told him softly. "But I need a magical guard, like you, Griffyn, because the person hurting me is magical as well." She bent down a bit and slowly removed her shoes, the action clearly hurting her. In a minute it was very clear why, as the shoes were dropped onto the soft carpet, making no noise at all.
The black markings covered her feet, going all the way to her toes as if sealing itself onto her body. Her skin was reddened and burnt, blisters on her feet in places and bad burn marks in others. It was clear the extent of her pain that she lived with, and the extent of her stubbornness in walking into his room and not collapsing in pain. A small, wry smile curved her lips and she looked back up at him, wondering if he was disgusted at the sight. "The magic in the Hotel here, the wards, dampen this a bit. Enough I can almost move my feet without feeling fire in my skin. But the person who did this...well, as time as passed, it has grown very strong. He can ignite my flesh at a whim and some days I can do little more than lay in bed, my legs consumed by fire, flames licking up my flesh, while everything else remains untouched and unscorched...but I'm getting ahead of myself." Frowning a bit, she shook her head, not bothering to put her shoes on right at the moment. It was a relief to have them off, in all honesty, though she wore heels because they covered as little of her foot as possible.
Eliska let out a sigh and closed her eyes briefly. It seemed as if she was arraigning the words in her mind before speaking them. "My adopted father loved me and that is the reason for this curse. He made a deal with a fire demon - sold his soul to ensure I would be successful, sold me to him as well. But I was in love with a human and refused, though I would have anyway. He became enraged, took my father's body and soul with him, and cursed me. Once a month he can send me into torment, at least at the beginning. Now he can do so almost as often as he pleases..." She looked a bit pale, recounting the tale, and trailed off as she looked away briefly. "He murdered my fiance and said if I became his, he would take away the pain...but I guess I'm an idiot for not just accepting it." This time it was a bitter expression that veiled her face and she shook her head, looking back over at the male.
"That is why I need someone magical. I need someone who can...can help me with this. Either keep him away from me when he tries to come for me, or help the curse...and..." Eliska's hands clenched in her lap, crumpling up her skirt a bit. It was embarrassing to admit it, but living alone, unable to leave her house most of the time..."...and I would like someone to keep me company." The admission was clearly embarrassing for her to admit and she let out a short breath. Now that that was all over with, it seemed her shoulders slumped a bit, as if there was a weight off of them. "I'm not going to force you to come with me, Griffyn, I don't want a pet. If you decide to stay here, I'll find someone else. I would like it to be your choice."
A willing guard would be better than someone she had to force to protect her. Then there was an even higher chance of betrayal and that was what Eliska feared the most. She would welcome death, in all honesty, and nothing else scared her at this point but the idea of having no choice but to go to the fire demon.
His instinct had been correct. Someone was indeed trying to hurt the woman. Humans were pretty squishy, so protection was easy, but what Griffyn wasn't expecting was her completely honest reason to wanting a magical guard. Interest well and truly piqued, Griffyn relaxed a little and watched as she went to take off her shoes. Frowning, the action confusing to him, the reasoning was soon clear, and the beast felt anger surge through his body. There was black markings upon her feel like some kind of permanent macabre stockings, but it was her flesh that made his blood boil. Burns, blisters, clear painful markings that make the creature clench his jaw so he didn't speak his disgust. Not at her feet, but at the creature who would inflict such pain on a being. Burns were horrible, regardless of your species, and having to live with burns on the most used part of your body? That was nothing short of cruel. He was slightly awed that she'd even walked up to his room in this state, let alone pushed through this long before taking off her shoes, and it made the gryphon think that this human was most likely stronger than he anticipated. There was a fire inside her (no pun intended) that definitely got him curious.
He listened to this woman explain the curse upon her. The Hotel finally had a use in his mind, allowing her to feel some slight relief from her curse. Maybe it would benefit her to stay at the hotel a night, give her some relief and so she could judge him as a being outside these walls. While the magic that surged through the hotel would prevent him from being his true self, his personality was still unchanged. That would be the deciding factor - Griffyn had no issue admitting he hated people, and hating being around people. The redhead fell silent, and he watched Eliska's body language. She was debating something internally, and the man twitched his nose impatiently. The reason behind her curse was soon made public knowledge and he rolled his eyes. Damn humans, thinking they always knew better than those higher up than them. You never made deals with any kind of demon, heck Griffyn knew better than to make a deal with a Chimera because they were pretty damn tricky. But demons... Gryf didn't like demons for this exact reason. They took things too far; murder, curses and making peoples lives hell (again, no pun intended, he was just a cynical thinker). She was definitely bitter about the whole situation, and he couldn't blame her. While being sold off to some guy for love wasn't the same as being sold as a slave, he could see the minute comparison. Plus, he still felt pretty chuffed that he'd get to protect and fight. It was a bit of an ego boost for the creature.
And then came the embarrassment. Frankly, the man was sick of hearing the woman talk by now and just wanted her to shut up, but he was learning invaluable information. She needed company - not sexual, that was obvious - and she was afraid to be alone. She wanted a magical creature to keep her safe while potentially being able to deal with her curse. She.. Wanted to give him the choice? Dropping his crossed arms the creature ran a hand through his hair, turning his gaze down. This was awkward. He'd never been given a choice before, he was usually just taken for his magical properties. This woman was clearly desperate to take home someone, but still retained enough thought to let the creature retain their dignity. "I'll serve you." His deep voice rumbled the answer from his chest, and his eyes looked up. "I suggest you take advantage of the Hotel's magic wards and stay the night in the bungalows." A practical creature, it was stupid in the creatures eyes to race home when being in this place was clearly helping her. Heading to the wardrobe, he opened the doors to reveal an empty area, save for a brown sack. It had a few clothes in it - some modern, some not so modern - and a couple of other things like alchemy books, herbs and other instruments that would look at home in an alchemists' dungeon. "We stay. You will judge if I need any items or things to be comfortable at your dwelling tomorrow. I'd like to head down while the suns still out, so don't bother with your shoes unless you need to." Another thing was now brutally clear - Griffyn liked to give instructions and orders.
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¤ELISKA¤ I used to think the fire was warm and beautiful.
When he said he would serve her - come with her, was really what she wanted to hear and what his words meant to her - Eliska couldn't keep a small smile from turning the corners of her lips up. Her eyebrow raised a bit when he began to give her orders and there was definite amusement in her eyes as her gaze followed the man as he moved to take out a sack from the wardrobe. It was clearly his possessions and she didn't care what he took, although she felt he would probably need a few more things before they returned to her home. Biting her lip as she thought over his suggestion about staying in the Hotel's guest bungalows, she realized it was a good idea. Honestly, the young woman hadn't even considered that option, but having the wards there to keep the fire demon out for one night, and weaken his grip on her just a tiny bit...well, it was an impossible thing for her to pass up.
"All right, we'll stay here for the night," Eliksa agreed, getting to her feet and only a faint shadow on her face expressing the pain as she had to put weight on them once more. "I'll purchase you and then we'll have someone take us there. We can go get you a few more things once we're at home, we can just go to town there," she decided, closing her eyes for a moment, gripping the arm of the chair so tightly her knuckles were white. Refusing to let it get the best of her, she chuckled a bit at his words about not bothering with shoes. "I have to wear shoes, Griffyn. No one wants to see this," she remarked, gesturing to her feet with a look of disgust. "And it actually hurts more to walk barefoot on carpet like this, so I have to put them on for the time being." Letting out a breath, she slid her feet into the shoes with a muttered curse in her native language.
Eliska clearly didn't want pity and walked over to the door with her back straight. The guard was waiting for her and she informed him she would be purchasing Griffyn - met with a surprised look, she simply stared up at him until he nodded and gestured for her to follow him. At least she didn't need to tug him along on a leash, the young woman thought in relief, as the male she was buying fell into step next to her, looming over her a bit. She wondered if that was intentional or not, finding it very difficult to figure out how the man thought. Well, she'd have plenty of time for that, she told herself with a mental sigh, leaning against the wall of the elevator as they descended to the main floor. She was silent, as were the two men, and she wasn't in the mood for conversation much at all. So once they reached the lobby, she nodded to the guard and led Griffyn out, her heels making soft noises on the tile as she approached the desk.
"I'd like to purchase this one," Eliska began, handing over the papers with Griffyn's on top, "and am I able to spend a night here in the bungalows you have?" The woman nodded, adding the information to Eliska's customer profile as she typed up everything. Silent while the woman ran the transaction through on the black credit card she was handed, the young woman let out a slow breath and wished she would hurry up so it could be done already.
Handing the card back, the woman gave her a smile. "Someone will be here to bring you to your room shortly," she promised, handing her a receipt and paperwork as well. Eliska took it with a strained sort of smile and nodded her thanks before going over to the door. The chairs were tempting, but if she sat down she was afraid she wouldn't have the willpower to get up again. So she stood and waited the few minutes before a man came to escort them to the bungalow they would be staying at. While they walked, she texted her driver and told him to find a place to stay the night, and when to pick them up.
It wasn't long before the small deer made a mess of her room. It was on accident though. Hope's antlers had made the chandelier, that hung neatly from the ceiling, lose a few shards here and there. With wide eyes she backed up from the scene, only to knock down the vase full of flowers that stood innocently on the elegantly designed fire place. A place where humans burned wood. Hope could hear the cries of the small faeries that lived on the flowers. "Ó, tá mé mar sin leithscéal!" A small peep came from the Hind as her irish accent made the words song more like a slur then an actual sentence. Bowing deeply, Hope proceeded to pick up pieces of glass and pottery. The small faeries shouted and squabbled their unhappiness to her as she cleaned up her mess. The carpet was wet and squishy with the water from the vase. I'm such a.. leathcheann! They are going to be very mad at me. As she finished picking up the evidence of accident she placed it on the small table place next to her. Though as she did a thin boy walked in, an employee. He must have heard the small crash of the vase. Though even with that knowledge his presence caused Hope to almost jump out of her skin. His cool gaze looked the room over before landing on her. This caused the Hope to shrink away, trying to imagine herself the size of a pea in hopes to escape the males wrath. Though without a word the boy picked up the piece she had put on the table and left the room, it was the same routine, she accidentally broke something and they came to get her mess. They weren't mad, as they knew it was bound to happen because of her antlers but none the less did Hope have a mini heart attack every time a person came into her room. A small sighed escaped the girl's lips, and with that she crawled up to her bed. Wiggling under the covers, she covered her head and antlers, to shield herself from the cruel reality of life. That she was stuck inside this room, that she was still locked behind doors, that she still couldn't go outside. Hope closed her eyes, her mind took over, creating images of the valley. Of the place she once called home. They were happy memories, full of her old happiness and her old stubbornness. A small smile crossed the deer's lips as she could almost taste the sweet acorns produced in the valley, she could almost smell the lilies that bloomed every spring.
This was a small pleasure Hope was allowed to have while she was held captive in this cold prison of hers. She didn't mind it all that much, but what killed her the most was that she couldn't get fresh air, and that she couldn't just have her normal diet of plants and twigs, a much healthier diet then that they gave her. Meat with some vegetables. She would rather starve to death then eat meat, but could she even die? Could she even be reborn into another life? No, she died once before and she was made this. A Hind. A fairy deer. She had heard stories of the Hind before. Fairy cattle that were milked and kept by other faeries. Nothing more then an object to be used by others. She once felt pity for the Hind. To be used in such a way by faeries even! Now, though, she held a different view on them as being one herself. She didn't pity Hind anymore, she was proud to be a Hind. A reward for her sacrifice for the fawns of the valley. Though her sacrifice didn't get her far from death.
Death.
It had been peaceful. Soothing. It was almost as if she was floating in a river so calm, so clear that she could see her herd underneath her. It had been a soothing thought. To stay dead, but before she could the Goddess, Mother Nature, gave her life again. Making her a Hind, though human this time. It was hard for her at first. Memories of her first breathe, her first breathe as a human, as a Hind. Ran through her body like a wild fire. She tingled from head-to-toe as she remembered her first time walking on two legs. It wasn't hard to relive that moment, for it was stuck in her mind forever. She was stuck with it, that and the scars of her death. Her hands were drawn to her scars. One hand placed itself onto her collar bone, a small scars a few inches in diameters laid underneath, while her other hand placed itself on her right hip bone where the second scar lay. The two scars burned as if they were being branded onto her. She wanted to scratch at them but knew better, it was only her mind playing games on her. What a sad thing. To be a victim of her own mind as it replayed that night. Over and over again she could hear the bangs, the same bangs that consumed her life. The very bangs that caused death to cover the valley with a smooth black blanket. These thoughts lulled the deer into a light sleep.
First post is up, and so Hope is officially available! Translations- "Ó, tá mé mar sin leithscéal!" - "Oh, I'm so sorry!" "leathcheann" - "Idiot"
Elijah Shea Weylyn normally didn't pout (unless it got him something) but at this current moment... pouting suited him just fine. Just how did he wind up in this mess?! Well... the Dream Incubus knew how he got here, but what happened to all his luck?! He never, EVER, had been treated so roughly before, but he supposed he did deserve the beating he got. After all, he was fooling around with some psycho b***h's boyfriend, but it wasn't his fault! He was just doing what only came natural to him. He was a creature that lived for sex. He HAD to have it to live and right now.. he wasn't able to even feed off anyone's lust. This damn room kept everything outside the door blocked from him. Why he couldn't even enter the other slaves' around his room dreams. Shea was starting to get bored and it was times like this, that it felt like he would never get out of this god forsaken room. Getting up and stretching his arms above his head, Shea walked around his room, admiring the room's decour once more. It wasn't like he had a lot else to do. When walking around his room became to boring, Shea blew out a sigh and fell back on his extremely comfortable bed.
Grabbing one of his pillow, the young man slipped it underneath his head, and started to stare up at the ceiling. Resting his hands on his chest, ruby colored eyes started to make pictures out of the paint textures. That amused him for a couple of minutes before the Incubus became bored once more, and rolled onto his stomach, placing his chin in his hand, as his feet crossed at the ankles. If he was out of this room... what would be the first thing he would do? Well that was an easy one. He'd find someone incredibly good-looking, seduce them, have his fill, and be on the first plane back home. Unless the man was willing to keep him around and offer to take care of him. After all, Shea couldn't live with his father forever. He did have to one day get out into the world and live on his own. Which in a bizarre kind of way... this is exactly what he was doing. Just not on the terms he wanted. If Shea had it his way, he'd go to school first and do something involving children, and then become a headstart/preschool teacher. After that, well, if he was lucky enough to find him a handsome sugar daddy, then he would have the perfect life!
Shea did have to look on the bright side though.. At least he was in this place instead of some dark, mildewy slave shop trapped inside of a cage. The young man had heard rumors of those types of shops, where the owners didn't care if one should live or die as long as they made money. At least in this place he was fed and the living conditions were quiet impeccable. No one really had any reason to complain about the treatment they were receiving, save for the fact that they were slaves after all, and they would eventually have to leave as someone's property. That thought really bummed him out making him roll back onto his back, closing his eyes as he thought about home and eventually his mother. Ah... his beautiful, kind, and caring mother. She had been a wonderful woman.. one who did not deserve to die so soon. Her death had shown him that life was truly not fair and that fate could be incredibly cruel... Sighing deeply before sitting up, The Incubus grabbed a hair tie and pulled his long, beautiful pink locks back. Going to a mirror, Shea ruffled his bangs a little bit. Deciding that he couldn't do very much with his hair, the man was about to go back to his bed to force himself to nap, when another figure appeared in his mirror.
Turning around to face the cute little girl. Shea smiled brightly as he took a step closer. Could his day get any better?!"Why hello there cutie! Are you lost?Chuckling as she began to call him princess, rather cutely, Shea smiled affectionately and was about to call a guard to fetch the little girl so her parents wouldn't worry to death. However, there was no need for that. Just as he was about to pick the little darling up, a rather gorgeous man came into the room. Well... his day did just get better. Soon ruby eyes turned into a hot pink color as they began to look the man up and down, admiring everything that they took in. This man was too beautiful for words... and it made Shea hungry for a little nibble. Bringing his eyes back up to his face, the male only smiled as his voice trailed off. So he was interested?"Oh it is quite alright.. The little darling was making my day better. Its not often that I get guests as cute as she is."Nor as mouthwatering as him but the teen decided to leave that off."My name is Shea and I do thank you for coming into my room... I was getting quite lonely and bored in here. Is there anything that I can do to help you or your daughter?"
Oh Shea hoped that there was something that he could do for this man and his daughter! If he could go home with this God-like man and his little angel, then the pink-haired male would make sure to count his lucky stars as well as make sure that their lives were happy and comfortable!
N o i r Wafflesaurus
I hope that this post is okay!! I was dying to get it out and I am so sorry that it has taken me so long!
I'm good butI'm no『ANGEL』◀ ◀ xxxxxxxxxxxxI do sin, but I'm not the devil.☆²I do sin, but I'm not the devil.☆²I do sin, but I'm not the devil. xxxxxxx╰I'm just a small boy in a big world｝TRYING TO FIND SOMEONE TO LOVE.
There was something in the air of the room that had washed over Artemis when he'd walked into the young male's room in search of his wayward daughter. He couldn't quite pin it down, but he liked it. It wasn't innocence, nor was it the man's youth. It was sweet, like honey. Staring at the pink bangs that hung in styled mess around his face, he turned his attention to the hot pink eyes that were staring right back at him. The male was speaking, he could see his lips moving, but he wasn't paying attention to the words, except for the occasional cry of "pwincess!" that punctuated the ignored words. He did eventually catch a name - Shea - and a question; something he could help them with? Realising he'd been holding his breath, Artemis let it out in a steady stream through his nose, accompanied with a silvery stream of whisper-thin mist instead of the typical smoke associated with fire-breathing dragons. It was enough to get Calliope's attention back on her father and she wobbled over with a giggle, wiggling her hands up at her father so he'd lift her up. He obliged, and sat the girl on her hip, who still seemed intent on trying to touch Shea's cotton candy coloured hair. Looking around the room, Artemis found a chair and looking at Shea, he walked over and sat down, shifting his little girl to his knees. He'd been looking for a specific kind of person, a nanny, but he'd found this beautiful creature instead. How was he going to be able to word what he was looking for now?
"I.. Well, we, were looking for... Well..." And rubbing the tip of his left horn, one of his many quirks, he shifted about in the chair before going on. "Honestly, I was hoping to find a.. A nanny." Turning his attention to his daughter, he ran his fingers through her hair, getting a soft coo of delight from the girl. "I need someone who can look after this little bundle of energy while I go to work. I.. I'm a tutor; I teach college students Greek. Or, well, I plan to." And again, he rubbed the tip of his left horn. "If I had a baby sitter to look after Calliope for a few hours in the late morning and evening... I could earn some extra money for when she gets old enough for school." Sighing, his eyes behind the veil shut for a moment; they were just visible through the veil, but not enough to see the eye colour. "I have enough to live comfortably, to pay bills and everything.. I just.. Want to give her a choice I didn't have growing up." Another deep sigh, this time accompanied with another puff of borderline invisible mist, and the dragon finally realised he'd pretty much spilled a big secret of his. A blush crept to his cheeks, partially obscured by his veil over his eyes, and he cleared his throat.
"S-So.. Umm.. I'm not entirely sure how well you'd be able to handle..." Before the man could even finish his statement, Calliope began to wiggle in his lap, holding her arms out to Shea. "P-Pwetty! Ah-ah! Up?" Big ruby-red eyes stared expectantly at the pink-haired male, fingers trying their best to wiggle wildly. It wasn't taking long for the little bundle to get overly excited while the father tried to calm her, gently shushes while he tried his best to finish his sentence to see if Shea would be right to live with them. Frankly, Shea's actions right now towards the overly excitable toddler who was starting to get a little worked up over her daddy not letting her climb down off his lap to run to the 'pwetty pwincess' would make or break the deal. If the gorgeous male in front of him could handle his darling child in all her kicking, screaming and energetic glory, then there was no point in leaving him in this room. Why leave something so lovely locked up? Of course, Artemis knew having someone who was practically eye candy in his house would be awkward - he hadn't lived with someone he found physically attractive since Mikhail - but in between tutoring and compiling study guides for his students, he was confident he wouldn't get too distracted by Shea. "I'm really sorry... Calliope, she's... Very energetic. By her next birthday she'll be ready to.. To learn to shift forms... My species toddlers are much more energetic than humans..." Trailing off into a hum of soothing sounds, Calliope was beginning to grizzle because she was still stuck on her father's lap and not as close to Shea as she would have liked, and it was only beginning to make Artemis more flustered, his odd ears beginning to flush along with the rest of his visible cheeks and neck.
Shea considered himself to be an incredibly lucky individual at this current moment. He had honestly expected to be stuck inside of this room for months, however, it had only been a couple of days and he had the opportunity to leave with this drop dead gorgeous father and his adorable daughter. Smiling at them both as he introduced himself and then offered his help, the Dream Incubus couldn’t help but chuckle as the small child called out “pwincess” quite cutely. This little one seemed like she was a bundle of energy, but that was okay to him. Hearing the handsome man let out a deep breath, the teen’s eyes darkened in curiosity. Was he making him nervous? Normally he was able to feel or at least get a hint at other’s feelings, but with all the wards and barriers this hotel held, Shea was reduced to trying to read people. Watching the man look around and then sit in a chair with his daughter in his lap, Shea moved to sit on the edge of the bed, keeping his smile warm and inviting as his eyes drank in the sight.
Listening to what his much welcomed visitor had to say, the Incubus took in his reactions, and what appeared to be a nervous habit of rubbing the tip of his horn. Was coming to this place a decision he hadn’t fully decided on, or was it something he thought wasn’t going to work out? There were so many possibilities but those thoughts were soon ended when Shea caught the small sight of a blush. How cute! Smiling as he stood up, he took a step closer and took one of Calliope’s outstretched hands.”May I hold her?”Once he got the okay, Shea happily took the child and held her close to him.”Such a pretty girl you are!”Chuckling happily, Shea bounced her a few times before looking back at Artemis. He wanted to give his daughter a better life and that was completely understandable. After all, isn’t that what any good parent wanted to do for their child?
”If you’re looking for a nanny, then look no further! I was a babysitter back in my town, and I absolutely love children. They always find a way to make me smile and make every day an adventure.”Placing a kiss to the toddler’s hair, Shea handed her back to her father and sat back down in front of him. Teaching Greek did sound like a hard job, especially while trying to raise a small child, but Shea would try to make their life easier.”While you are at work, you wouldn’t have to worry about your daughter. She would be incredibly safe with me, so you can work without worrying.”Giving them both a bright smile, Shea let out a happy sigh. He deeply hoped that he would be able to leave this room with this family. Something deep down told him that if he did get to live with them, his life would much more exciting as well as fulfilling.
N o i r Wafflesaurus
Crappy post is crap D; I'm sorry this sucks so bad! I just wanted to get it posted for you!
Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2016 7:46 pm
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Multiple hands had already busied themselves with the plants that lined the window of the lanai, attentive hands were pruning one of the rose bushes-- what poor attention those room service Maids had for this plant, might he add. Remulous' fourth night in this Hotel was a positive experience however, he didn't mind at all the room he was given; but the sheets caught easily on the scales of his tail. The Naga was rather disinterested with anything else in the room, and he wished they would remove that monstrosity of a television. How was that supposed to be entertainment? That had to be the one thing he hated most about this beautiful paradise. Other than that, Remulous was quite content with his living arrangements.
Vibrant blues took in the details of the shards of plant he clipped; slithering back into the wider portion of his room to dispose of the remnants into the trash bin beneath the sink counter. How much longer would he be held up within this space? Why not a slither alongside the pool or even a lounge on the grass? Remulous doubted those men who walked the halls would allow such a thing, having been moving residents around like a flock of sheep. Some returned, some had not. The Naga had to ask himself when it would be his turn? The promise of a man or woman coming to inspect and adopt from the lot of the slaves kept here.
Such an ugly word for the creatures and people kept here. But of course, Remulous had seen and heard alot worse than this place. In comparison, this was utterly heaven. A short sigh escaped pale lips, and elected to recline on the one soft chair in the corner of the room, spanning the retractable fangs concealed against the pallet of his maw for a moment's time of readjustment. In all honesty, being locked in a room with nothing but modern technology was a bit boring for a snake of his intelligence. Ah well, atleast he had a notebook stashed away within the sable-toned pouch Remulous often strapped around his waist to carry various items. With notepad in hand, the Naga began to write; what seemed like scrawl to others, was his kin's method of symbology.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI've begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt has a quality and a dimension all its own. x x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxlocation:the Hotel and its' rooms // xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwith:I don't...know... // xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwearing:Going Out //
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It would be obvious to anyone who watched the woman stride into the Hotel's lobby that she was on a mission. Her purse, while still stylish, was strangely plain and functional compared to the rest of her. Hair done up in a chignon, dressed as if she were going to a ball or high-society party - still, they had seen much stranger and the people paid her little to no attention. The staff did, of course, polite and attentive, but nothing beyond that. No strange looks, no curiosity of her eyes, the gold in her hair. It suited Heema, her tone polite and gentle while she filled out her paperwork, asking questions to reassure herself she was doing it properly. She was indeed here on a mission and botching something at the very start was hardly her style. It had taken her some decades, but the yaksha had cultivated her own, very particular, sense of style and adhered strictly to it, especially in public. She had learned the value of appearance in cultures and how she could do much more working with such perceptions, rather than against them. It behooved her to dress the part she was, at least for the moment - the wealthy woman here to purchase someone.
Making small talk with the girl in the lobby - she would have given her some luck, if the wards on the Hotel hadn't prevented her from using her magic - Heema waited patiently for her papers to be given to her. There were a surprising amount of people who fit her requirements, she saw, and had thought she'd been specific enough. Sighing, the yaksha took a seat nearby and began to go through them. Although they all fit the collar and color requirements, she could see how most weren't what she wanted, whether species, or personality quirks, or something else. Perhaps she wouldn't find someone today? That was a new thought, she'd been sure of it, and how often did new people even arrive here? Momentarily lost in 'what-ifs', Heema shrugged and returned to going through the files. She was patient, but had been looking forward to returning home with someone.
Her toe tapped lightly on the marble floor until it paused, one of the papers catching her eye. It was certainly exotic enough, at least in her opinion, and as she read through the listing, it seemed more and more like she had found someone who was right. Smiling, Heema got to her feet and deposited the other papers at the desk, having no need of them. She was directed to a guard, who took the location from the paper and then lead her to an elevator. The small space didn't much bother her, but the ride did, even though it was hardly long. It was just her impatience and if she had known where she was going, the woman would have arrived much sooner. Still, it was better not to go running around looking like a fool, so she kept in stride with the man, folding the paper in half and giving it to him once they reached the room. If she decided against taking him home, she wouldn't need it, after all.
"Good afternoon, Remulous," was the cheerful greeting she gave him once she was let into the room, after a perfunctory knock from the guard. Heema had a small smile on her face as the door was shut quietly behind her, her hands folded in front of her.
