As Roo hadn't seen much of the building at all, and certainly not what happened when a slave was bought, she hadn't expected Dallas to come back himself. Maybe a servant or someone who worked here to fetch her and bring her to him. Or maybe he'd already left and she was to be sent to him. So when he came in himself her eyes widened slightly in surprise. Her shock only multiplied when he actually took her collar off. It felt fantastic to be free of it and her hand went to throat to rub it absently, enjoying not feeling the velvet against her skin getting between her hand and neck.
She'd been prepared to carry her own bag and almost protested automatically when he took it, used to caring for herself. It seemed pointless to, though, and she didn't want to anger him or insult him by arguing. Roo spent a moment looking down at his offered hand, not sure what to make of this master at all. He seemed a bit...off. But maybe that was just her judging from past experiences. She hesitantly put her hand in his as she stood up, her grip surprisingly tight, like she was afraid he'd change his mind and leave her here instead.
"That's a nice thing to hear," she said quietly, a faint smile curling the corners of her lips as she looked from him to the floor nervously.
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"My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world"
Crystal_Midnight18
I guess do you want to move us to his place next post?
Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 11:50 pm
Troublesome, it was day time, and the sun was beating down upon his skin even through the coat that he wore, which made it stifling to walk around, and terribly uncomfortable to lounge in. But of course, he would not abandon his coat. It was quite practical and he enjoyed the statement he made with it very much, Same with the gloves, and the spike of his hair. Every element of his appearance was carefully calculated and meticulously handled so that he shone with perfection. His boots were laced evenly, his pants were crisp, without a wrinkle in sight. All buckles and wisps were fastened tightly in their correct notches, his glasses sat perfectly perched on the bridge of his nose. He kept his face carefully neutral as he walked with an even stride, his long legs carrying him gracefully, almost as if he were gliding across the grass and entry towards Pallas Manor. He knew what was inside. He knew what he was looking for, and what he could handle, if it was not exact. He simply hoped that he would find an exact match. He’d turned over tons of calculations just to be certain that his odds were indeed great, and that his matching would b simple if he weight in the materials, colors, and charms. He’d done plenty of equations and scenarios, running each through twice to make sure that all the data he’d collected and placed together would be correct. Otherwise, there would be no point in coming to find a match. If he was incompatible with the person he chose, the experience would be a letdown, and that simply wasn’t going to happen. Even if he had to reconfigure some random elements outside of himself, he would make sure that everything went precisely according to his plan.
Moving to the door, he gingerly handled the knob and strode inside gracefully as he had glided across the lawn. He knew appearance were pretty much everything. He knew what he was looking for. He strode directly into the office of the Pallas woman, greeted her politely, and made sure he handled what he needed, telling her exactly what he was looking for, and not wasting her time with potentials. There seemed to be one optimum candidate for what he was searching for, and he was going to take that chance that no one else was interested in this pretty candidate. After all, he highly doubted that anyone else would match up in as many points as he did to this selected piece of merchandise. With a curt nod, and the proper words of dismissal and thanks, the sandy haired incubus was walking from the office and towards the stairs. The carpeting hushed the clipped sound of his boots, and he continued forward, down the hall, counting the doors to pass the time, and estimating how many rooms the Manor actually held, and it’s capacity to hold merchandise, while still holding those who lived inside the manor, as the Pallas woman had to have her choice of slaves if she ran the establishment, correct? He knew his assumption wasn’t wrong. She did all the filing. It would be easier then breathing to simply take a file and hide it away, or simply draw her own choice form the pool of candidates, based on her preferences. It was just as he had done, only she had screened her merchandise first, and he had chosen his preference and candidate pool based on algorithms and scenarios. He was not going to be incorrect in his choice, and he was certain to a high percent that the candidate he was going to visit was the individual he would be selecting to act as his companion.
It was not long before the correct door appeared, bearing the number matching that of the occupant inside it’s prison. Brayden watched, green and red hues looking directly at the door before he stepped forward, raped his knuckles twice against the wood, and then turned the knob delicately as he had when he had opened the door downstairs. He didn’t wait for an invitation. Instead, he simply walked right in. Booted feet stood inside the threshold of the room, and he took in the sight of the person laying on the bed. Of course, the creature was immodest in the way they were lounging, but then again, Brayden was certain the creature had not intended to actually be visited at the point in time he walked through the door. His eyes were steady upon the body, even as they didn’t move, and Brayden took in the appearance of the creature in front of him. Long silken hair, tanned skin, delightful eyes. Oh yes, he was quite pleased with the way things were panning out. The individual on the bed was one that he felt greatly compatible with, especially as he admired from afar the complexion and build of the body beneath the satin rob. Of course, he would not let this show. He would school his features and remain detached. If he showed too much enthusiasm, it would grant the creature on the bed power. He didn’t want that. No. Brayden was in control. He would remain in control, and that was simply how things would operate. Just like a well oiled machine in a busy factory, there was truly no room for error. Things would just go exactly as he planned.
He cleared his throat, curling his hand gently in front of his face, before slipping both hands behind his back, and clasping them there, moving forward to look over the body on the bed, and seem more intimidating, given the added inch or two he got from standing perfectly straight. His eyes scanned over the creature while his nose took in the scent of the body laying on the bed. A nymph. He could smell the sweet scent in the blood, and his eyes flickered with amusement, even though the rest of his face remained a cool mask. He backed up on step then, allowing the nymph to sit up if they so wished, and still be able to see him as he spoke. ”My name is Brayden. I have selected you as a probably candidate for companionship with myself. And I do believe that you are the right choice, given my computability with the markers you have been assigned by this establishment. I was also instructed that you have had no prior individuals posing an interest towards you. It would be in your best interest to accept my offer and become my companion. Will you do such? Consent to becoming my companion, and escaping this reality, nymph? I can assure you I will provide you with much better lodgings and clothing then what has been offered to you here, even if it is pleasant enough to fit you and the others here.” His eyes locked onto the nymph’s face as he awaited the response he would get. He could not be certain what the reaction of the nymph would be, but he hoped the scenario would play out favorably. It had been an iffy chance in the tests he had run, but her was certain that desperation of the nymph before him would tip the scale and affect the outcome. After all, his computers and assessments could not weight in personal desperation. There was always something that his computer could not weigh into the outcome when it came to dealing with physical, living beings.
Admittedly, she had been playing it cool, lounging about, and using her feminine wiles to the ebst of her ability. Of course, that meant looking pretty. She was not arrogant, but she would not act like some sultry maiden, revealing herself simply to escape the confines she had found herself in. And she still didn’t know if this man was some distant handler or negotiation among her people. He could free her just to take her back to her captive state and trade her. She would die by the hands of her late betrothed’s clutch. They would kill her easily and toss her body somewhere to get rid of it. They would not give her a proper resting. They would simply do away with her dishonorably just as she had with the man who had taken her away from her home in the first place. She closed her eyes, and had decided to trust this man, hoping he would be an innocent and not keyed up in the war between the clutches. After all, he was no dragon. That much was obvious. He was of a different kind of scaled creation. A snake, by the looks of the way he moved so smoothly against the ground. The coils of his form only went ot further serve her thoughts as he tightened and loosened his body, seemingly nervous or uncertain about something. He didn’t even seem to pay her mind when she produced a few scales of her own, but she was more than grateful for that. It was a disgrace that she couldn’t hold her form in this place it was shameful that she could not even call the protective scales to her skin to protect her from those who sought to do her harm. After all, if someone got past the guards, she was at their mercy.
She had been so distracted with her chaotic paranoia, that she didn’t’ even hear him begin to speak until he mentioned he was taking her from this place. Her eyes shot up to his immediately, raw hope and fierce need plaguing them, showing her vulnerability. This was the moment. She could go into his protection, or stay in this place forever. Oppositely, she could leave this sanctuary, and go into the clutches of someone who worked as an agent of those who wished her harm. She didn’t know which, but she was vulnerable to him at this very moment. When he spoke of anyone fitting his need, her heart stopped for a minute. So I am just someone to fill space/ All along, he just wanted a companion he isn’t working to kill me, or entrap me? A relief… she sprung from her thoughts, and let a small smile grace her lips. Her pale face cost the pallor it had been gathering with the fear of uncertainty, and color seemed to start flooding back into her pale skin. She smiled gently, and nodded her head, understanding that he would take her to his home, wherever that was, to be among him on a daily basis. She would be safe there, where no one would think to look for her. She would be safe with this man. She smiled warmly, standing form the bed, and smoothing down the tattered remains of the gown she wore. The skirt was stained and torn in places, but it mattered not, as she could find something else to clothe herself in once she was out of this place. She turned her eyes to the male’s looking in them, and catching some emotions that caught her off guard. Something close to anger, or frustration. Was she dawdling? Had she missed something he said?
Instead, when he spoke again, she simply nodded, following him to the door. She watched from behind, as she moved slowly, how his body seemed to uncoil and stretch gracefully to help his movements. He stopped at the door, holding It for her, and she smiled gently, giving a small curtsy, and stepped over the threshold of the room, smiling gently and moving slowly, so she would not overstep, or look to be running. She had two legs. She was certain she might have been able to move faster than the male at her side if she chose, but she did not wish to do such. Instead, she gave a smile. And waited for him to cross the threshold as well, doing her best to keep pace with him. She was uncertain if she had offended him, by the emotion she had seen pass through his eyes, and the quiet was not helping her nerves. Unable to keep quiet any longer, she tilter her chin up, walking regally as a queen, and spoke in a light voice, directing her question and words at him directly. ”My name is Aria, sir. Aria Stormborn. How should I address you… Master?” She spoke the word carefully, trying to keep any disdain from it. After all, if the male at her side wished to be called master, that is what she would have to call him. She would not think to argue with him as he offered her sanctuary. She simply smiled tenderly, brushing back a few strands of her moon-colored hair and continued with him to the first floor. She smiled tenderly at him, staying at his side, glancing to the office of the Mistress of the house. One more stop and she would leave the prison and security of this house, and be out with this male with the body of a snake. She smiled gently, still nervous of what would become of her. Maybe she would be lucky, and this master of hers would be kind, and maybe even forgiving of her peculiarities. It was the most she could hope for that was reasonable. She wouldn’t dream to think she was entitled to more.
3-10 to Yuma
To the office to sign her off, and then to Alexander's home?
Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 1:47 am
Curled to the side of the door as he was, Anden really didn’t expect anyone to hear him, or even less, come inside the room to inquire about his words. He’s expected nothing, in truth. He had hoped that someone would come and hear him, but that was a silly hope. He had not actually expected results. He had closed his eyes and rested his face upon his arms, which were wrapped around his knees. He closed his eyes, his green hair spilling around him like water from a fall, or the tender leaves of a weeping willow. He was shaking his head, gripping and re-gripping at the strange fibers that were woven around his legs. He had put them on, as he had been instructed. The human had called them “clothes” and more specifically “pants”. He had simple shaken his head and done what he was told. After all, they had told him that they would spare his trees if he did such. He needed to make sure that his trees and his forest was safe form all intrudes and humans. None of them understood his life’s mission. Even now, his fingers itched for the dirt, and the feel of sun fresh upon his skin. He wanted air that was not filtered through rooms and rooms. He wanted to experience everything fresh and real. He hadn’t been able to feel or relish in such things for days, and it was starting to effect him. He was always tired, and not alert as he had been when his room had been the forest and the stars. The food they brought him was inedible due to the scraps of meat they put in it. He didn’t eat red meats. He ate fish, because it was on abundance, and occasionally a bird if it had been lain to rest by some other hand then his, otherwise, he foraged upon berries and the earth for his meals.
Snapped form his thoughts, he felt wood press against him. The door was opening. Someone was coming in, and didn’t realize where he was hiding, behind the door as he was. Well, not hiding per say, just lounging. The being who stepped inside was a surprise to him. A female, with fair skin and hair as white as freshly fallen snow. There were red marking upon her, and tufted ears, pronouncing her as some mix of a wolf. Anden’s eyes drank in her appearance, not sure what to make of it. He was surely not a romantic, nor had he ever been interested in a female. He wasn’t sure that his appreciation for her beauty was attraction. He just knew that this female was pretty, and he liked the way she looked. She was delicate, like one of the flowers he wove into coronets for passerbyes when they were polite and well-mannered. Yet, at the same time, there was something lurking beneath that fair façade that promised that the female could handle herself it if came down to it. Maybe it was the predator that he figured to be within the female? He wasn’t certain, but he saw the way she moved, and the way she held herself. She was concerned. Was she afraid? Or just confused? She seemed to be processing information. Surely, if she was part wolf, as her ears told her to be, she might be able to pick up on his scent. He would not smell human. Not when his veins ran with earth and water, let alone, the magic that made him the elemntalist he was. Perhaps it made her way? Perhaps it frightened her? He made no sudden movements, simply looking back at her, straight at her nose as to give no challenge to her.
When she began speaking to him, he was taken aback. So, she had heard his plea? And she wanted to assist him? Yet, she spoke of tracking, which was confusing to him. His charges couldn’t move. They weren’t going to go anywhere. He just needed to make sure no one had destroyed the,. Most importantly, he needed to get out of this strange prison, where he was surrounded by four walls that never changed. He didn’t like the stifling feeling the room gave him. Her eyes bore into him, as if she meant what she said, but did not believe she was making herself clear. He kept his face blank, studying her, trying to see what she was feeling. It was hard, as they both seemed to be playing the blank. When she continued, she told him that there was something she had to do as well. He nodded once, showing he understood, but when she began talking about cages, his brow furrowed in confusion. She was a prisoner? But she was walking around, and could open the doors. She had come in here. How could she be a prisoner and have a cage if she could open the door and came from the outside? It must have been a different kind of prison, with a different set of rules, and a different operator. He shrugged, looking at her, listening to her words, processing what she was saying. When she crouched down to his level, he was surprised. Why had she done that? Most tried to intimidate him by making themselves seem larger. He didn’t like this female kneeling. He frowned, a side of his mouth puckering and stretching. It was simply too much, accompanied with her question.. He stood form his crouch behind the door, and offered his hand to her. She should not crouch on the floor, even though he had. He was taller than her, by more than a foot, and he looked down at her when he stood, giving her his complete attention. She mentioned him looking as if he’d never seen a tree grow. He laughed gently at that, an easy smile placed across his face. ”They call me Anden…good Lady. I smell of the forest, because it is my home. My place of birth. My life and task and purpose. I am an elemental, good lady. I keep safe the earth as she brings new life into the world. And who are you, Lady wolf? I have not seen you before. Nor someone with a human face and wolf ears. But I have heard of you. Are you one of legend then? Will you really take me to see my forest and make sure my trees are safe?” There was desperation on his face now. He dind’t want to blow this chance. He reached for her hand, hesitating and drawing back, uncertain if the lady Wolf wished to be touched. He frowned, unsure what he should do period. He was a good spirit. He knew emotion, and he wore them freely, but he didn’t know if this Lady Wolf wanted to be touched. He would respect her space, until he knew otherwise. Besides, if he angered her now, she wouldn’t take him to the forest. She wouldn’t help him escape. He needed her, probably more than she needed him. He would be good and obedient if she could get him away from this place. There was no question there. He did not need to fight her if she could give him what he wanted and needed. He would just do as she said, as long as it did not cross his laws, boundaries, or morals. Then they could both be happy, right? Maybe he could even free her form this strange cage she spoke of. ”Wh…what do they call you Lady Wolf?”
Zachary frowned a little when the girl suddenly raised her voice and talked as though he had a hearing problem or something. To be fair, he suppose he had brought it upon himself for being a little incredulous at her question, but it had been a rather strange one. At least she sounded genuinely concerned about his well being though! Perhaps she had a very good reason for asking that sort of question, even if it was a rather strange question to start out with. When the woman repeated her question - phrasing it differently this time, Zach simply shook his head 'no' without actually saying anything. He would let her speak without interrupting her, perhaps he would learn something about her; he certainly didn't want to make her mad with something he said. Although he could be certain of relative safety while in the walls of the shop, he knew that it didn't necessarily mean anything. A Mater or Mistress could create living hell for a slave even without buying them - especially if they had a lot of influence. Zach was lucky that it had never happened to him - he had a way of watching what he said which helped - but he still wanted to be careful. Besides, there was something about the woman that made her seem a lot younger than she probably was judging from appearance - most likely the way she acted - that made Zach not want to hurt her feelings or anything like that.
Her response to his next words cemented it. She was definitely like a child, despite her apparent age. He frowned worriedly at the tone she adopted and took a couple steps in her direction in order to comfort her. From the way she spoke... Had she lost someone in a fire? That would certainly explain her rather bizarre opening question; if she had been scarred from losing someone in a fire, of course she would want a companion who wouldn't die if something happened, right? The fact that she had initially asked the question using a first person pronoun made him wonder about circumstances. Did she blame herself for what happened - was it directly somehow her fault? Frowning, he shook his head, he couldn't get too ahead of himself and start assuming too much - he barely knew her.
He could see that he had made her happy by introducing himself, which was nice. He smiled at her as she introduced herself in turn. "It is a great pleasure to meet you Miss. Hastur. Or would you prefer I call you Mistress?" he replied, watching as she held out the timeworn teddy bear she called 'Tibbers.' He certainly understood children having a toy that was really important to them, and one that carried on into adult-hood, but from the way she spoke, it made him wonder. 'Tibbers' couldn't be her only friend, right? That would be a very lonely existence. Or was he just reading too much into this?
He took a step back in surprise when Annie suddenly pounced on him, wrapping her arms around him. He certainly hadn't been expecting that! "If you would like me to Ms. Hastur, I shall." he told her in response to her excited words, wondering if she realized that he really didn't get much of a choice in the matter. He wasn't sure how helpful he'd be in terms of entertaining her - he had never really played as a child, almost his entire life had been work - but if she decided to buy him, then he would just have to try his best, right?
He listened to her talk about the books present on the shelves and shrugged. "They're provided for us to read in case we get bored." he explained, frowning at the strange names she spouted. They were all evidently books, but they certainly weren't book he had ever heard of. Perhaps they were ones that she owned or that she had grown up with? "I was just restacking them because they had been knocked over."
He listened to her talk about speaking to Mistress Pallas, and turned away briefly to begin making the bed again. So she was going to buy him? Well that was her decision, not his. When he heard her sudden exclamation however, he quickly turned around. Seeing that she had stepped on the broken glass, he mentally kicked himself. He knew he should have cleaned that up first!
He tilted his head at her little melodramatic act as he walked to her side. Kneeling down, he shook his head a little. What she was doing was over reacting a little. When she spoke about some sort of shoe, he assumed it was a brand name or something, although he had never heard of it. After all, if she really was talking about a tabi, how could it be that much help, weren't they rather flimsy as well?
He opened her mouth in protest when she moved to stand, but couldn't get any words out before she had pushed herself to her feet and the promptly fallen over as the obviously injured herself more. He was worried about her fall of course, but at least she hadn't landed in the glass, right?
As she went to pull the glass out in a manner that would only injure herself more, he moved without thinking, taking a hold of her wrist in order to stop her. "You shouldn't do that Ms. Hastur, you'll only injure yourself more," he told her, "Besides, the glass is stopping most of the blood. I mean, I could remove it for you if you want, but I don't have anything I could use to bandage it up, and right now I can't heal you either. If you need to go somewhere, then you may use me as a crutch, or I could carry you - if it's alright with the guard of course."
Realizing suddenly that he had placed his hands on her without permission, he promptly removed them, and folded them in his lap. "I'm sorry," he apologized, "I didn't mean to act so hastily." He paused for a moment, frowning in silence, before looking up at her and speaking again. "In response to your question, although third degree burns can be rather annoying, and I don't quite like healing from them, I promise you I won't die from fire, okay?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 12:26 pm
He seemed confused. She wasn’t exactly sure why. She hadn’t thought that anything she said anything that confusing after all. He seemed even more confused when she crouched down—was that really so odd? She supposed for these sorts of people, who were used to being looked down on, it was weird for the person who was buying to crouch down for the one being bought but it was annoying to have to stare down or up at people. Sieux didn’t understand why she couldn’t just sit at eye level—was that really so bad? She watched him stand up, frowning with discontentment. How in the world was he so tall!? But after watching his hand for a moment she finally took it, standing up and crossing her arms as she let out a small huff—he towered over her! How did he get tall like that? She paused, distractedly wondering if maybe it was time to give up on her diet and find whatever in the world he was eating. Maybe she’d grow, some, and wouldn’t keep facing this issue of being so small when she took on her ‘human’ form. As a wolf she was huge—well, she had been huge before the elders sealed up most of her powers and left her as small and strong as she had been when she was a damn pup. Still strong, even in comparison to her people, admittedly but still weak enough to make her feel anxious. In her current state if the pack revolted against the Elders and came to kill her… she’d never be able to defend herself against all of them.
As he spoke the wolf listened, silent, her eyes and ears alert and focused. She listened attentively until he was done speaking, his expression melting away into desperation. It startled her—the only time she ever saw that expression was when somebody begged her not to kill them or somebody else, even if she was only fighting because somebody else had made her. ”Good lady? I think you obviously don’t know what I am if you’re calling me ‘good’. You’re the only person to ever call me that in my life.” she frowned a little, her eyes dropping down and off to the side, ”That sort of thing doesn’t suit me. You shouldn’t call me that… Anden.” the unfamiliar name rolled hesitantly off her tongue, leaving an odd feeling. ”An elemental? Are you one of those tree dwellers? Or do you just live amongst the trees?” she asked, hoping it was the latter—she doubted he would be happy to know she had (accidentally) killed his kind in the past, during fights where she wound up throwing her opponent into the deeper brush. Incidentally, trees just got taken down in the process—it was no intentional blow, after all, so hopefully she wouldn’t be hated for it. She paused, blinking a little. Hated. Everybody hated her—her entire pack was against the Elders’ decisions to give her this chance: they had wanted her dead. So why did the thoughts of this man, somebody she was only even interested in because she had to be, hating her bother her so much?
”One… of legend?” she asked hesitantly, looking down at her hands. ”I… suppose? I mean… most humans call us myths—demons. And there aren’t many demon packs like mine left, and even amongst the others I am…” she paused, her ears folding down and giving her an absolutely miserable impression—like she had been a loyal dog that had been kicked then left out in the rain—her eyes also remaining trained on the floor. ”A monster.” She clenched her jaw, the sharp teeth biting into the inside of her lip and allowing a slight taste of blood to wash across her tongue. No. She didn’t want to talk about this. So instead she forced her focus onto his other question, glancing up towards him as her ears whirled around, standing at attention again. ”I can take you once.” she agreed, nodding her head a little, ”But after we go back to that place we won’t be able to leave. It’s not possible unless the Elders giver explicit permission.” she explained, her eyes dropping slightly, ”And they won’t give me permission until I’ve passed their test—whatever that is. The only reason I’m even out now is because I needed to get you—or at least, somebody like you.” she explained, nodding towards him as if to say ‘any slave would do, really’. And, in a way, it was true: she didn’t even know why the Elders wanted her to have a slave; she was only getting one because she had to.
Well, her instincts were telling her that this person… this was the person she should choose. And she had decided to trust her instincts. Telling him her name wouldn’t be too bad, then—since he’d need to know it anyways. ”What do they call me?” she asked, almost scoffing with distaste ”They call me cursed, a monster, but I call myself Sieux. Sieux Losen.” she introduced, frowning quietly. ”But I believe you could call me whatever you like—it’s not like it makes much a difference what I’m called. The others call me quite a few things and it makes me no more or less who I am than if they called me by my birth name.” she explained, shrugging her shoulders before letting out a slow sigh. ”Shall we go, then?” she asked, ”The faster we leave here the more time we can spend in that place that you call your home.”
Speaking and thinking colour is #66817c
StellaLuna SkyWind
OOC↘↘ QUESTION!!! His forest.... has it already been cut down? Or have they started the process? Because I had a bit of an idea....
Caelum could not help but chuckle when the girl let out a protest to Sam Loyd's answer. "Interesting," he mused, "I think this is the first time someone had argued against Mr. Loyd when I give them his answer. And while the answer you give is quite right, I think one should also see where the man is coming from - he was quite known for being intelligent after all. In this case, I believe it to be a matter of opinions. You say that one could note musical notes on a writing desk should they wish, which is simply truth, but you forget the exact terminology he used. Mr. Loyd said that which they are noted for. When one thinks of a writing desk, their thoughts would sooner turn to simple words rather than music simply due to the fact that it is a writing desk and not, per say, a music desk. As for the notes produced by ravens, that is simply a personal matter of opinion. Compared to many other species of birds, one might not describe their calls as 'musical.' Of course, we must also considered the times in which he lived. Bounties were paid for the death of ravens up until the 1800s when Mr. Loyd was born and they did not have anything close to a good reputation until quite recently." as he moved to speak about Ravens, his tone grew darker and angrier and he frowned deeply, especially as he spoke about people being paid to kill them. As though the death of the Ravens had been a personal insult to him. "And they used to be so well respected until around the Middle Ages too." he mused quietly as an afterthought.
Still frowning, he looked back at Ivy and spoke again, although his tone was softer, not so filled with anger. "Poe certainly was odd wasn't he? Well known for his Macabre stories and poems. Interestingly enough, some of the preconceptions people hold about him are false. The reason people think these things about him are because the only biography published of him was published by Rufus Griswold, who bore a grudge against Poe. Just... the things he wrote! He even had the audacity to forge letters from Poe to support the lies he wrote!" The way he spoke about it almost gave the impression that he had known Poe personally.
He nodded at her continuation of his last question. "Ah, so you do get what I mean. Good. I have found that humans can have a way of expecting people to conform to their ideals. It is not something I much approve of, as I view the world much differently than others do and I do not appreciate being expected to conform to things I do not agree with, even should I want to, my nature is not as dynamic as other's."
When the girl decided that she wanted to come with him, he nodded and turned to the guard who stood at the door. In response, the guard handed Caelum a collar. Caelum frowned at it briefly before turning to the girl. "It is my understanding that this is the practice in this place. You will have to wear this while we are here. I will try not to walk too fast, seeing as you have injured yourself." he stated, bending over to hook the leash onto her collar. As soon as it was on and Caelum had a grip on it, the guard nodded and led them outside on the room.
Caelum was sure to set the pace as they walked to their next destination instead of letting the guard do it. This human was going to be his property and he didn't quite trust the guard with taking care of her - how had they allowed her to get injured in the first place? Wasn't this place supposed to be one of the best? One where they took care of their merchandise? Of course, although he was being cautious so as not to injure her further or push her - she would lose value if crippled - there was no way he was going to outright baby her - and forbid carrying her or any of the like. He was a proud and mighty Djinn! Sure maybe he wasn't as powerful as some of the other Djinn, and maybe in the past he had been weaker than he was now, but even then he had been above these humans! Besides, he considered the fact that he remained one of the Djinn to be free instead of caged in something as proof that one did not need to be the most powerful to be the most superior.
Slowly, they made their way to the basement, the small frown the Djinn wore on his face deepening the farther underground they got. Finally though, the guard showed them to one of the rooms and opened the door for them. Stepping inside with a nod, Caelum took a quick look around at the state the room was in, something that manage to make him crack a smile. Anything that could have been knocked over was, and it looked like the occupant had been engaged in an extreme pillow-fight with themself. His eyes sparkling with amusement, he fixed his gaze of the red-headed occupant who was sitting on the bed, wrapped in a blanket. Excluding the damage to it, the room was actually rather nice. Other than the fact that it was underground, the Djinn found it's decor rather pleasing, and indeed almost preferable to the rooms upstairs. He certainly would not be able to live in one of these rooms however, he could feel the earth pushing down upon them.
His frown quickly returning, he cast a glance at the ceiling, wondering how much the wards that surrounded this place were. He could tell that they dampened his powers, but unlike the occupants of the place, they were not fully blocked. Closing his eyes, he summoned the breezes that moved through the house and called them to him and into the room. As they rushed in, the feathers that lie all over were thrown into the air. Stepping fully into the room and allowing the girl he had already taken to follow him. As soon as they were both inside, the midly surprised guard closed the door behind them and stood in front of it, just as he had done in the girl's room.
The feathers swirling through the air brought a smile back to Caelum's face and he looked at the young man again, noticing the bright red eyes that matched his hair. "You certainly seem to be spirited." he observed, "Judging by the state of this room of course. Evidently I cannot trust you to clean, but that is not an issue any more, as I am now searching for someone who can cook for me. I have been told that the collar you wear bears a pan charm, is this so?"
He paused momentarily, allowing enough time for an answer this time before he continued, his tone rather jovial. "And I certainly hope that what you said earlier was not true. I have heard others say such things before, but it is surprising how quickly they change their minds when in the face of death itself." He tilted his head to the side, observing the boy, "You evidently wish to leave this place, yet I am not sure I wish to bring someone who "hates everybody" home. Those who hate are usually the least understanding and most likely to try and force others to fit their ideals, and as I have already told the little human gem here, I do not deal well with those who would try to impose change on those who are either unwilling or incapable of change." Although he words were almost lecture-like, the sparkle in his eyes gave the impression that he was joking - at least partially.
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taesty chicken
Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 10:49 pm
♐ ＤＥＣＩＭＵＳ ♋ ＫＯＫＯＢＵＮＪＩ ♐
xx♋I will serve you xxxx♋Until my dying breath xxxxxx♋So to my enemies xxxxxxxx♋Prepare to die
♐Decimus looked around his room, and started rearranging it. Placing the desk against the door, and lifting up the bed to have it rest up the wall. He looked around it, and took off his jacket and pressed against a few symbols, and shuriken appeared in his hands. Ten of them, and he looked at the desk, staring at it, and for no reason he glared at it. In a flash the shuriken left his hand and swamped the table, digging deep and one went right through it and stuck in the door. He gasped, jumped back, and fell over laughing. He was truly mental, and when he got up he looked to where the shuriken were, they weren't there, they vanished and the symbols returned to their homes on his body as he broke a leg off the desk, and rubbed a symbol, making a combat knife appear in his hand and he started shaving bits off the wood, making a picture, the girl who was supposed to be his wife to be exact.
♐Her figure was burned into his head, and he make the piece of wood to look exactly like her. When he was done he ripped off another leg and made himself, then put it beside her. He grabbed another leg and with a tug it tore right off and he did the girl again but in a wedding dress with her hand out, and laid it away from the others, and the final leg he made himself in a tuxedo with his hand out, and placed it by hers, making the two hands connect. He turned the top of the dest into an alter with a marriage conducter with no face. He placed the two figures next to the conducter and stared at it. The whole process took a few hours, and he stared at it for a good two, then grabbed the combat knife and cut his left hands fingers, and rubbed the blood over the teal part of his collar, knowing exactly what it meant. He was mentally lost at points, and this was one. The blood didnt stain it well, but he didnt know. Decimus looked around and stared at the bed and let it down, and hopped onto it, the little wooden figures in the corner. He put his shirt back on and laid his head on the pillow, looking blankily at the ceiling and shivering, pulling his covers over him.
❁Ҫɤȶɧσе❁ x "Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.”
x
This was her third trip here. Was the third time the charm, or the fourth? Bah, cultures all had different lucky numbers and bad numbers and all sorts of superstitions. It was impossible to keep it all straight anymore. But still, whatever it was, Cythoe was positive today had to be her lucky day. If only because she was determined not to go home alone this time, not after traveling all this way. She hated to waste her time. And frankly, she was bored. Having one's passport confiscated - while hardly hindering her - was still a poor way to go about traveling. Besides, she had bought the place and never settled down into it, so she just saw it as an opportunity to get to know the place, perhaps get a pet or two. Or slave? Pet, slave...did it make a difference? Hardly as if she wanted something to pet, like an animal.
Why she desired anything - anyone? - at all was beyond her guess. Boredom, after centuries of wandering around on her own, the elf supposed she was simply bored with routine. Having someone new around would liven things up, make it interesting. So that's what she was looking for. Unique, interesting, lively. Out of the ordinary.
Cythoe had already talked to the Mistress and wandered the halls aimlessly. One or two caught her interest, but never quite sparked her imagination. Hands clasped behind her back as she wandered, the elf hummed an ancient tune long forgotten under her breath before pausing at a door. She knocked, remembering it was the polite, human thing to do rather than just barge in, before doing exactly that. Seeing someone shivering on the bed, she frowned in displeasure and immediately strode over. The sight of blood alarmed her and her orange eyes widened as she took off her coat and tucked it around the male. "Oh, this is a disgrace," she chided no one in particular, feeling his forehead as if checking for a fever and clucking her tongue. Cythoe had many faults, but heartless was not one of them. If anything, she had too few things to give any sort of affection to.
ii White Noise
Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 7:17 pm
Yukina101
Δngelia Ɉay Ͼonners
┏━━━━━━━━━┓ "I think that I shall never see A poem as lovely as a tree." ┗━━━━━━━━━┛
┏━━━━━━━━━┓ "A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast." ┗━━━━━━━━━┛
Never shall they ever return to this forsaken place. Had she heard him right? For a moment Angelia had to pause. Never return. It was the most beautiful sentence she had even heard in her entire life! "I have an oak. My only request is to have it with me when I leave. It is my life source." She looked away wishing she didn't reveal this vulnerability. Though what was done, was done. Maybe this man was as kind as he seemed, and though he had already walked away, she smiled at him anyway. Looking down once more, she grinned at the little girls. Their excitement was bubbling from their very pores and she feared they would burst at the seams. "We can do whatever you want, as long as it is legal and Captain Russel doesn't have a problem with it." With that said, Angelia crouched down in front of them and joined in their blabber, "We can curl up on millions of cushions and watch movies all day, and we can have pillow fights! We can also attend carnivals, that is if your father allows it, and eat cotton candy, but you will brush your teeth after, of course. I'll teach you how to make jewelry from nature, and bake anything you'd like. At night, we'll stay up making shadow puppets and pointing out all of the constellations." Still grinning, her elegant hands gripped the bars, eager to get settled in.
With all of this excitement it was easy to ignore the pit in her stomach that had been trying to swallow her ever since she was taken. The pit that had been growing each day she had been contained here. Prison was no pace for a dryad to live in. It was no place for anyone to live in! No matter how lavish its furnishings or gourmet its meals. She had wanted for so long to be free of this place that she found it hard to believe it was happening although the proof was in the two shining faces of the girls before her. Oh, and her oak! Angelia would get to see her lovely giant once again! How long had it been? She couldn't remember. Sagging with relief against the bars, she peered at the girls, "Oh, we are going to have fun." She announced as the long ago doused fire spark and rekindled in her eyes.
┏━━━━━━━━━┓ "A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of ribbons in her hair." ┗━━━━━━━━━┛
┏━━━━━━━━━┓ Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. ┗━━━━━━━━━┛
xx♋I will serve you xxxx♋Until my dying breath xxxxxx♋So to my enemies xxxxxxxx♋Prepare to die
♐Decimus zoned out and eyed the ceiling, stars appearing in his head and coated the ceiling in a space design, even though nobody else could see it he could. Because it was all in his own mind. He could feel the blood in his fingers seep out, and it kept doing so, until a girl appeared in his room. He averted his eyes to her as she put her jacket on him, and felt his forehead. He felt fine, even though his head was burning up. He heard her speak of a disgrace, and raised his eyebrow.'Who are you calling a disgrace? I know you must not be thinking straight or talking about me, so i forgive you.' He thought and teleported onto her back and wraped his legs around her waist, and his arms under her breast. He teleported with her to the door, then onto the bed. And for something interesting, he teleported the girl and himself upside down on the ceiling, but for some reason, they didn't fall.
♐They just stood suspended. A bit of blood seeped out his fingers and hit the floor, and he flexed the arm, and the wound closed. He didn't have his full power, but he could teleport around the room freely and divert the girls and his gravity so that they couldn't fall. He teleported back onto the floor, and fixed the gravity back to normal. He nuzzled his head onto her shoulder and closed his eyes. He was feeling sleepy, but he forced his eyes open and yawned. He wasn't in the mood for talking, unless she spoke to him. But, unless she wanted him to, he also wasn't moving. He looked to the little carvings he made, and stared at them. He didn't know why, but it worried him. He could feel the girl's presence, not the one in the room with him, but the girl herself. She was close, or was she far? He had been sick since the day they brought him here, but he didn't know. He meshed it with his insanity, even though it came and went. He let out another yawn, this one a bit smaller, but he didn't notice it as he looked at the face of the girl, looking into her eyes then back at the carvings. He stuck his tongue out them, and looked at the ceiling. Decimus nuzzled his head into the girls neck and closed his eyes again, but not yet falling asleep.
❁Ҫɤȶɧσе❁ x "Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.”
x
The disgrace had not been anyone, save the fact that a slave was here sick and no one was apparently caring for him. It caught her off guard when he latched onto her and even moreso when he actually teleported. She'd met a few beings that had that power and she hadn't expected it from this male here. Cyothe's eyes widened and anyone else would have struggled or asked what was going on - or even wondered. As it was, a grin came to her lips as he began to teleport them around the room, simply along for the ride and the fun that came with it. Her hair hung down in a curtain as they stood on the ceiling and she looked around with interest. "Haven't been on a ceiling since the sixties!" she chirped with a laugh, not at all taken aback by all the oddness surrounding the slave. This was an interesting one and it was while she stood on the ceiling that she decided he would be going home with her. It was exactly what she was looking for. Some fun, some liveliness. Some excitement.
Once they were back on the floor, the elf steadied herself with ease, the male still clinging to her back like a child. She smiled a bit and pulled her hair over her free shoulder. For a few minutes she simply let the silence hang in the air, enjoying the peace. Odd, that such a rambunctious woman actually was the one keeping the room quiet, but for some reason it felt nice for the moment. Oddly peaceful and it was something she'd been looking for - for a very long time. "How would you like to come home with me?" she asked, not about to force him, but obviously eager that he would say 'yes' and agree to it. Cythoe sat down at the edge of the bed to give her legs a break and leaned forward, her elbows on her knees. "I hope you want to, I have a lovely estate," she told him cheerfully. "Plenty to see and do just there. And you can go and do as you like." He seemed the sort to want freedom, even if he didn't use it. She had a good sense for those sorts of things.
xx♋I will serve you xxxx♋Until my dying breath xxxxxx♋So to my enemies xxxxxxxx♋Prepare to die
♐Decimus looked at the girl as she spoke of the sixties. He made a small laugh with her, and almost passed out on her back. He forced his eyes open, his head in pain and felt sick to his stomach. He listened to her and when she asked if he wanted to come home with her, he decided to have a little fun."Hohoho, you make me sound like I'm a hooker."When she sat down he fell off her, but teleported onto his bed and got under the covers once again, moving the jacket over his head to block out any light. He laughed, and nodded his head slightly."That would be nice miss. I would love to come home with you. But it depends."He spoke and struggled to get up. He managed to get off his bed and went over to the wood wedding, picked up himself and the wooden bride, and snapped them in his hands. He grabbed the other two figures and snapped them, and moved the shards under his bed. He looked to the large carving and snapped that as well, and pushed the pieces under the bed. He heard the girl talk again, and looked tiredly at her.
♐"I don't much care for the small stuff. It all depends on whether you are another high and mighty p***k, or you are the kind person you seem to be."He spoke and sat down on the bed, moving his mask over his face and breathing heavily, stared at the floor."You could be dirt poor, or filthy rich wiping your butt with gold bars for all I care. Whether or not I go with you rides on your character and who you are. I will take your word on what you say you are if you say you are a 'kind' person, or a b*****d. You sound like a kind person, but it might just be my mind fooling me once again from the various torturings that ruined my sane mentality at times."He spoke, now realizing he made trying to dye the teal color of his collar useless. His sanity was reaching out to him, and he took hold of it as his body was getting hotter and hotter."I am perfectly fine with dying in this room as long as I know I'm not going to another hell hole of a home."He mumbled loud enough for her to hear, and looked to her."Well? Tell me then. Who are you?"
❁Ҫɤȶɧσе❁ x "Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.”
x
Watching the slave, Cythoe wanted to grab him up and cuddle him and fix him, but didn't want to do that until she actually owned him. Then, she reasoned, she could do as she liked. Within reason. But here they would get quite angry if she antagonized a slave she hadn't even purchased, regardless of her intentions to do so. She was curious as to the meaning behind the carvings and why he destroyed them. Almost asking, she fell silent, not wanting to pry. It seemed best that way. She was a bit taken aback by the crude language, but sat on the edge of the bed and listened. One leg was folded over the other, her hands resting on the raised knee. It was clear he'd been severely abused before and that thought made her frown in even greater displeasure. Why someone would abuse and hurt that which was theirs...the idea both confused and disgusted her. The notion that she would hurt one of her own was repellant and the last person to suggest such a thing had been a fish in her fishtank at home for a week, just to teach them a lesson.
Well, it was encouraging that he seemed to like the idea of coming home with her. That she seemed like a nice person to him. She was, she really was - Cythoe had plenty of spiteful bones in her body, but a cruel one? None. She never abused someone weaker than her, or someone who didn't deserve it by hurting her. It hurt her to hear him speak of being tortured so casually, even as he sat there, clearly sick. At least he had kept her coat, she saw with a small smile. She had to wonder if it was merely convenience, or if it meant there might be some attachment to her already. Cythoe being herself, she hoped it was the latter.
"Who am I?" she repeated thoughtfully, not mocking him in the slightest. It was a question rarely posed to her and one she was eager to answer. "On the surface, I am Cythoe Thisa Iocnes. I belong to the Light clan of the Fae. But that's what I am. You asked who." Her expression shifted as she looked back to him, giving him a smile. "I was born in the spring and live alone. I like to travel and I much prefer your blunt honesty than any flattering words a lackey could give me. I could tell you I'm a kind person, but I have no way to prove it." She spread her hands then and looked at him. "I would love for you to come live with me. I'm lonely and would love company." Honest seemed the best policy and she fell silent, her hands resting in her lap once more as she watched him, waiting for some sort of answer. She wouldn't take him by force, if he decided he'd rather stay here.
To be perfectly honest, Ash had hoped someone would wander through that door. A single, sage eyebrow raised when the knob turned and the nymph even sat up a little as the door swung open. Yet, there was no effort to cover those tanned thighs. Ash offered no greeting when Brayden intially entered, instead, simply watched him.
He was handsome, maybe he was part of the staff? He certainly didn't look the ' type '. Cool, calm, and certainly collected. Ash wasn't sure what to think of the newcomer, so the nymph remained silent.
Ash's eyes followed Brayden as he moved closer, head tilting ever so slightly in curiosity. Still, silent as ever, Ash allowed him to get a good look. After all, if he actually was here to purchase, why not give him a good look at what he was about to pick up? Ash certainly wasn't exactly everyone's cup of tea. People seemed to shy away from nymphs, too many silly stories about people getting drown in lakes.
Ash listened with carefully as Byraden introduced himself, and then drifted into his little speech. It was almost like something you would hear from someone attempting to become Governor, or class president. Not a prospecting buyer.Ash's eyebrow raised a bit higher at the companion remark, and the nymph snickered just a little.
Finally, as his speech came to an end, the tanned figure slid off the bed so that Ash could approach Byraden. Handsome, tall, smart, and the tiny bit mysterious-- with a combination like that, he'd make any lady cream her pants.
How interesting that he didn't have one hanging off of his arm.
" Hmm, companionship for you, you say..?"
The nymph drew closer upon answering the question, eyes sliding to the man's face to examine it closely. It seemed that Ash had little personal space, for by the time the approach completed, provided the creature wasn't interrupted sooner, Brayden would most likely be able to feel the warmth of the nymph's body.
Not quite touching, but might as well be.
" Now, are we talking... off to travel the world, let's be best friends, type of companionship? Oh! Maybe the sort of, eye candy, manservant type of companionship? There to wait on you hand and foot and make sure your life is nice and easy. Or... "
The nymph turned, and a full, satin covered bottom pressed into what Ash thought to be his thigh-- maybe it was his leg. Either way, Ash's hips gyrated just a little, and a loud, pleased purr left the tanned nymph's throat.
" the kind of companionship that's gonna leave you nice and happy, and me all the good kinds of sore."
Finally, Ash's head turned to look back at Brayden, although those sinful hips stopped moving after the first gyration, but that didn't mean that they left his leg. In fact, Ash would stay pressed against Brayden as long as he allowed. He was nice and warm, and the robe that Ash was wearing certainly was as warm as it looked.
