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 Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 3:44 pm
♐ ＤＥ ＣＩ ＭＵ Ｓ ♋ Ｋ ＯＫ ＯＢ ＵＮ ＪＩ ♐
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xxxxxx ♋ So to my enemies
xxxxxxxx ♋ Prepare to die ♐ Decimus held onto the coat a bit tighter, shivering. His mask fell off his face since he didn't have the energy to keep it in place, and as it was falling he moved his foot out to soften the impact. He slowly reached down, and by slowly, it was literally at turtle speed. He took his time to reach down and grab it, then placed it on his head as he listened to her answer his question. She said her name, Cythoe Thisa Iocnes, and he pondered it for a second while he heard her speak of being in a clan. 'Exotic. Very... very interesting...' He thought. He moved over to her and rested his head on her back, fell asleep for a second, and woke up before he fully passed out. He heard her further explain herself, and her opinion on honesty. "Well, if honesty is what you want then honesty is what you are gonna get." He spoke, mixing a yawn into his words. He heard her say she was kind, and that was all he needed to hear. And hearing her say she had no way of proving it he couldn't help but laugh, as best he could anyways. ♐ "Oh on the contrary my dear, you have. You have already have, but I guess you didn't notice. What was the first you did when you came into the room? You put the jacket on my shivering body." He grinned, and it immediatly faded away as he teleported infront of her and looked her in the eyes, a pale expression on his face, and he was about to say something, but he fell asleep again. He felt wearily, but he forced his eyes back open one more time as he heard her speak. He teleported back on her back, legs around her waist and arms under her breast, and the jacket between them, he put his head on her shoulder and rested it against her neck. For some reason she made him feel at ease, and he didn't know why. "I will go with you Cythoe Iocnes. Im going to sleep now since I can't fight it anymore." He mumbled and dosed off. He didn't fight it this time. He let himself sleep. Hopefully she took him somewhere to get checked out while he was passed out. While he was asleep he didn't care where they went, he had nothing to pack, and the mask disappeared from the room in thin air. It was a product of his powers, so he forgot why he tried catching it when it fell in the first place. ┏ ┘ ┏ ┘ ┏ ┘┏ ┘ ┏ ┘ ┏ ┘ ┏ ┘ ┏ ┘ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xx xx ┏ ┘ ┏ ┘ ┏ ┘ ┏ ┘ ┏ ┘ ┏ ┘ ┏ ┘ ┏ ┘
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 7:15 pm
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When the door opened, Tommy's looked up in surprise at the long haired man and the female behind him. Startled, he realized that he must look quite strange all wrapped up in his blankets and in his attempt to move, he ended up landing on the ground with a hard thump and a muffled groan.
He cursed and took a moment so squirm out of his little cocoon so he could hop to his feet and dust himself off. Hearing the question, Tommy nodded and fixed his hair. "Yeah. I can cook very well if I do say so myself," Tommy said, trying to make himself look good. Despite that, he swallowed when the silver haired man commented on Tommy's earlier statement.
"Like I have the right to make anybody change," Tommy muttered as he flopped down onto the bed and sat facing the two strangers. Glancing around at the swirling feathers, Tommy cracked a smile though as he blew some away from himself and swatted at others in attempt to grab the feathers. Looking back at the man with a smile now on the face, Tommy walked over to cling to his arm.
"Then will you take me home, mister? I'll cook and I won't make a mess as long as you're not a big old pervert," Tommy said before he paused. "Well... I guess I wouldn't mind if you were... But I can make lots f good foods and deserts that I'm sure you'll like! I'll behave as long as you don't make me come back here," Tommy purred, smiling up at the man. Despite saying that he would behave, Tommy knew he would be causing trouble sooner or later as long as he wasn't tossed back into the slave shop now that he's spotted a master who wasn't old or gross looking.
He was eager to get out of the slave shop. Tommy really did hate it here. He wanted to be out as soon as possible and the feeling f being unable to use his powers in the building was suffocating. "Will you take me home, sir?" Tommy nearly begged. He didn't think the man he was clinging to seemed too bad. He wanted a cook, not a chew toy, so Tommy seemed okay with that. As long as the man wasn't some complete weirdo, payed attention to Tommy, and gave him lots of sweets, Tommy was okay with going with the master.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 8:35 pm
   This was a first for the Demi-Goddess. Athena was used to getting her way and what she wanted, but this little task of hers seemed much harder than she had originally believed it to be. Looking over him and trying to find ways to make him mad and trip up wasn't working like it did with the others, so that meant he was intelligent even if he was a smart a**. Pushing some hair out of her face, Athena stood up and smoothed her dress. This wasn't working. She had to find a different tactic and she would, but she needed time and somewhere quiet to think. Putting a knuckle to her lips as she looked through his file, trying to find something in there, she listened to his words closely with a disinterested look. The mistress was busy trying to think, but after a few moments she closed the file and looked at him. "Such a troubled life that you live. If you require such things then you can find someone in the house, only if they should agree to it, but in the end... I suppose that they cannot resist you." That was incredibly troublesome. Having to rely on someone as a food source? Athena simply could not understand how vampires and creatures that needed others had to live. To have such urges? Athena counted herself blessed. "You must have done something in ordered to be cursed as you are. What did you do? Break some angry woman's heart?"
The Demi-Goddess would be lying if she said she wasn't interested. There was nothing in his file about how he had become like this, and Athena wondered if its effects could be reversed? Or at least gave him some sort of control of it. Thinking about it, she barely caught the but end of his speech. Be of use to him?! Just who did this man think he was? Narrowing her eyes in a heated glare, she smiled cruelly at him as her arms crossed over her full chest. "Why would I need to be of use to you? I believe you need to think of your position. In all honesty, I have no use for you but I still find myself trying to get you out of this room." It wasn't like her to get mad but this Sanos was pushing her buttons. Turning her back to him, getting ready to leave the room to fight this battle another day, he heard his request and turned to face him. "A cure you say? Fine. That shouldn't be as hard as it sounds. Give me a week and I will have something for you." Challenge Accepted. Athena decided to ignore the little comment about the cage part, seeing as she really didn't want to get into an argument. Things needed to remain calm and peaceful. If the others heard shouting then they would react negatively, and that would be bad for business.
"Others would come because not many would pass up the easy lifestyle that I am offering, except for you of course. However, I will see you in a week Sanos. I hope you're prepared to leave." Before he could have any smart-alic retort, Athena walked out and shut the door. She had work to do. A lot of work. Going back into her office, the Demi-Goddes met with some more masters and mistresses, and was impressed with the day's sell. More slaves had come in as well which was good, but two rooms had to be repaired. Luckily though she was rid of those two trouble slaves, and Athena was hoping that the rooms would stay intact. She really didn't care to send slaves into the basement, but it was necessary when the slaves were trashing the rooms because they were throwing a temper tantrum. When the shop was closed for the day, the woman closed her eyes as she leaned back into her chair. All the work she had to finish and future plans were circling her thoughts, but the challenge that Sanos had given her stuck out the most. Standing up and letting out a sigh, Athena moved out of her office, locking the doors and went to her side of the manor. First would be some dinner, then a shower, and finally some research. She said she would have a cure by next week, and Athena was determined to do so.
Over the next couple of days, Athena found out some of Sanos' likes and the Demi-Goddess was trying to be nice to him. No matter how much of an a** he could be. Telling the guards to send him his favorite meal along with some cigarettes, the mistress continued on with her work, trying to track down the person responsible for the curse. So far her search was nothing but a failure, so Athena went to the next best thing. Someone who knew how curses worked, and that alone took her two days to track them down. Becoming irritated and short with people, Athena wasn't really impressed with the short weather-torn woman who appeared in her office. This woman was going to help her win her challenge? Leaning forward and placing her chin in her hand, the shop owner told the woman her issue, and the old woman closed her eyes and remained silent. The pair sat there for a good hour, making Athena believed that the woman had died until a soft voice made her jump. The woman dismissed herself and promised that she would return by the end of the night, and the Demi-Goddess watched her walk away. Beginning to believe that she was tricked, the woman was starting to prepare for Sanos' taunting voice telling her that she was simply full of it. Athena really wasn't looking forward to that. Closing down the shop and going back to her part of the manor, Athena was sitting the library, reading a book about curses, and was starting to doze off when a frail hand touched her. Jumping almost out of her seat, the same old woman was smiling at her with a vial of some nasty green colored liquid. Taking it and listening to the woman's instructions, Athena nodded her head and paid the woman handsomely before going to her bedroom. Tomorrow morning she would pay another visit to Sanos. Getting into more comfortable clothes, Athena crawled into bed and soon fell asleep.
When her alarm went off the next morning, Athena got dressed, enjoyed her morning breakfast, and then walked into her office as the guards opened the doors. Looking through her appointment book, Athena found time for her visit with Sanos. It was a little after lunch when Athena left her office and walked down the hall. Before she went to check on Sanos, Athena checked on the other slaves to see how they were doing, and finally went to the troublesome man's room. Knocking gently on the door, she allowed herself in, and shut the door behind her. Walking over to the window and sitting down, she pulled hte vial out of her pocket and showed it to him. "This disgusting thick goo is going to help you live without that mask. It will give you give you the control that you want, and you will only need to "feed" once a month. In order for me to break your curse completely, I need to find the person responsible for doing so. This will be a beginning to being completely free from what you are now." Looking at the vial, Athena was glad that she wasn't the one having to drink from it. It didn't look like it was very good at all. Looking back at him and standing up, she handed the thing to him. "This isn't an exact cure but its the first step. If you want this curse broken then you need to come with me so we can find this person who did this. What do you say? Do we have a deal?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 9:23 pm
 Slave shops were a horrible place.
The petite woman dressed in casual business attire had driven quite a long way to get to this place, and it was all for a - hopefully - good reason. Helena was on a mission to find a live-in assistant for her brother to a- try and cure him of his problem with women and b- to take some stress out of his life so he could relax more. It wasn't often that herself or her brother, Isaiah, were at their club since they had staff to run it for them, but they did go there for meetings and to check up on the place every so often. Most of the business was done from their apartments; bills, seeking out advertising space, the usual business stuff.
Upon entering the large manor, Helena found herself directed to an office where she managed to shyly stammer out why she was here. It took a few moments, but soon she was shown to a hallway, a door pointed out to her. Apparently the slave - gosh Helena hated that word - was gentle and was just what she was looking for. Hesitating more and more as she came closer to the door, taking in a few deep breaths, the guard soon opened the door for Helena to go into the slaves room. A woman around her own height came into sight, with lovely white hair streaked delicately with colour, and a scent of... Oh my, it was lovely.
"You smell like Spring time. A-And flowers." Blurting out this statement without thinking, Helena soon blushed, covering the lower half of her face with a hand. "S-S-Sorry. It's just... Your scent reminds me of the fields back home." Feeling utterly stupid, the woman's gentle Irish accent was quite noticeable, but it wasn't as obvious as her brothers. Clearing her throat and shuffling on the spot for a moment, Helena calmed herself down and managed to smile at the most likely confused woman. "My name's Helena, what's yours?" Even though she was most likely told the name of the Slave she was being sent to see, it was still polite to ask. "Do you mind if I ask what you are? I-It's just... You smell like flowers and plants and I-I'm having a hard time figuring it out." Chuckling shyly, Helena tucked some hair behind her ear.
"I'm a lycanthrope, i-in case you were wondering. Plucking at her clothing, Helana looked up at the nice smelling woman again. "I-I was after an assistant to help my brother out. W-Would you be willing to come home and meet him? You'd be living with him after all..." Rubbing the back of her neck, Helena really hadn't given the Sprite much time to say anything at all, her nervous babbling getting the better of her.
||ooc;; not my best opening post, but I am at work ;D ||
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 10:17 pm
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This place...it was much better than anywhere she had been in her many, many years trapped and enslaved. She had a room all of her own, with a bed and bath, and windows. So many windows, just for her. The sun streamed in every day and she kept the shades open to see the moon at night. Aiyana was starved for the sunlight and if she had been allowed, she would have been outside, simply laying on the grass and soaking up the warmth of the rays. She wasn't, however, much to her intense disappointment. Not allowed outside without a master, she'd been told. Well, if that was the case, then she could make do having the warmth through the window panes. If there was one thing Aiyana had no desire for, it was a master. They were all cruel, horrible people.
A few had come to look at her during her stay here and she'd been terrified they would take her. If so, there was nothing she could have done about it, but they proclaimed her 'too broken' and moved on, much to her intense relief. The flower spirit had been a plaything for years and years...she just wanted some peace. No pain, no fear. It seemed this place, this limbo for slaves, was the best she was ever going to get. She could live with that, she supposed, not that she had much of a choice. It was quiet here and no one much bothered her at all, save for the occasional master. Those moments brought fear into her heart - or rather, they brought the fear lingering to the surface until it felt like it would smother her. But other than that, it really wasn't so bad, and --
Aiyana was torn from her thoughts, from her attempts at trying to convince herself she liked this place, when someone came into the room. She whirled around, her robes twisting around her legs and bare feet for a moment before they settled one more in smooth drapes. Watching the woman carefully - females could be even worse than men, she'd found out - her eyes widened in surprise at the first thing the woman said. No one ever mentioned how she smelled, of all things, and she didn't know what to think. Blinking, she listened to the strange woman babble and took a step back when she said not only was she a lycanthrope - but that she wasn't taking Aiyana. A man was. A male lycanthrope, in his home. An 'assistant'. And she truly hated when they asked if she 'wanted' to or 'would be willing' to. Like she had a choice. It felt like they were mocking her.
"My name is Aiyana," she said, her voice quiet, almost to the point of being inaudible. "I'm a flower spirit...like a dryad is a tree spirit," she added helpfully, as most people confused her with an elf for some reason. Her ears weren't even pointed. The woman seemed nervous and Aiyana wondered why. She wasn't violent. Dangerous, yes, but it had been so many years since she'd had the strength to do much more than paltry tricks that she doubted anyone knew what she was capable of at full strength. Not that it mattered, she only fought to protect those she loved and they were all dead and gone now. It was just her.
And she clearly wasn't happy about the notion of going to live with a male. "What sort of person is he?" Aiyana asked. Though her tone was soft, there was a hint of nervousness, of pure fear in her eyes as she looked at the strange woman. "I'm not good as an assistant, I don't know business and I don't know technology," she added, partly as a desperate way to get out of this thing. Perhaps if she was deemed useless she could stay and be left in peace to slowly wither here, locked away from flowers and trees, the rain and sun, grass and fresh air and water. But she would prefer a slow, peaceful death than more torture.
“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.”
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 11:25 pm
Well, didn't Helena feel terrible now? The woman had a pretty name to match her pretty smell and features, and cocking her head like a curious puppy would as she explained what a flower spirit was, Helena could hear the nervousness in the woman's voice as she continued to speak. Many people asked what her brother was like, and it was easy for the woman to answer. Nodding gently as Aiyana explained she didn't know what to do, Helena quickly looked around and spying the low stool nearby, she seated herself on it's soft, cushioned surface, ankles crossed and to the side like ladies long ago would. Sighing gently, the woman rubbed her forearm lightly, pondering on a thought. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad to be almost completely honest with her?
"I-I'll be honest... I'm not very good at speaking to strangers, so I'll explain the best I can." Drawing in a relaxing breath, Helena tried her best to find the right words to try and put the flower sprite at ease. "My brother is fantastic. He's the kindest, gentlest soul ever. I'm not just saying it because I'm his sister; there's times where he irritates me beyond all belief." Chuckling shyly, Helena turned her kind eyes to Aiyana and continued. "He's thoughtful, hard-working and knows when to respect people's space, but..." And here was where things turned from happy, to somewhat saddening.
"His view on women has been changed dramatically. He won't do anything to you, I swear on my life." Holding her hands up in defence, her wide eyes showed that she was being totally honest. "He won't try anything, unless you give him very clear signals that you want something to happen, but he has let his troubles with women change him somewhat. He's sleeping in, missing meetings and is slacking with some paperwork. That's where I'd like you to help. I-I'd like it if you could keep him on track; make sure he gets to meetings, wakes up on time and does what he's meant to." Brushing her hands on her grey dress pants, the girl flashed another kindly smile. "I would like it if you came to help my brother get back on track. If he has someone else - aside from myself - that he has to look after and teach, it might snap him out of his funk."
Chuckling nervously, Helena rubbed the back of her neck. "I guess I kind of want him to realise that not all women want him for his money too. I-It's selfish of me to ask you to do all this, but it would help me - us - greatly if you'd come with me today." Standing up slowly, she held out her hand for Aiyana as a peace offering. "Let me take you out of here. We've got a huge rooftop area with a pool and heaps of open, sunlit space, and even space for a garden up there if you wish to make one. I'll take you shopping, get you anything you'd like and then we can go meet my brother." It was clear that the more Helena spoke with Aiyana, the more confident she became.
"S-So how about it? Will you come with me and leave this place? I can guarantee your safety one-hundred percent. My brother would only harm someone who was trying to harm someone he cared about." Hand still outstretched, hoping that Aiyana would take it to show she'd be willing, Helena really wished she would. This woman was perfect; gentle but there was most likely a strong side under her rather charming exterior. And she wasn't some demon, vampire or other type of creature that had a tendency to be quite devious and manipulating. Isaiah needed more gentleness in his life, and this sprite was absolutely perfect.
||ooc;; Aiyana is just too cute OuO Helena can't match her! ;D ||
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 12:01 am
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While the woman moved to sit down, Aiyana noted how she was sitting as she moved out of her way. The flower spirit moved over to the windows to get as much of the sun as she could, though she kept her eye on the stranger all the while. She had gotten excellent over the years at reading body language, those subtle signs people weren't even aware they gave, even if she was terrible at modern sorts of things. It was a defense mechanism, trying to read her masters and figure out when the hurt was going to happen. Now she allowed herself to relax just a tiny bit. The woman wasn't going to hurt her, she was sure of it. So instead of tuning her out, trying to get away, she simply stood there, still as a statue and watched her, listening. It was a lot to take in and she listened very carefully, wanting to make sure she understood what the woman said.
While she took her opinion of her brother with heaping mounds of salt, the rest rang true. It was in her tone, her expression, her words. The woman wanted someone to help her brother, that much was clear, and for some reason she thought Aiyana would be a good person for it. Why she thought someone so far removed from society, so withdrawn and frightened and secluded, would be the sort of slave to be able to "snap him out" of whatever he was in....well, that was a mystery that puzzled the flower spirit. It simply didn't make any sense whatsoever and she did her best to try to puzzle it out, but with no results save a headache.
He needed to be healed. It finally clicked in her mind and the female slowly nodded to herself. It made sense. He was hurt and lost and this woman thought the flower spirit could...fix him. Bring him back to himself. While that seemed a bit far-fetched, considering how she was, the idea of being able to help something heal and grow appealed to her. It had been decades since she'd had any sort of interaction like that and the rest of her offer was lost on her. Offer. Why they pretended she had a choice...that still annoyed her and she glanced out the window for a moment, thinking about it. The bribery was quite effective, maybe more than Helena knew. 'Heaps of open, sunlit space', space for a garden if she wanted it...and she guaranteed her safety. That was no lie either, nothing she said was.
Hesitantly, Aiyana put her hand in the woman's, though didn't quite grip it. She had no idea what a handshake was and was merely copying the gesture Helena had done. "I like sunlight and open spaces," she said, almost shyly, as she thought about it. "I think...I'll try...to help your brother. Because you promise he won't hurt me." It was clear that if something did happen, the flower spirit was going to hold Helena responsible. And while she might not exact revenge, the look in her eyes at the idea of being betrayed was enough to break anyone who had a heart. A caretaker. She took care of nature, perhaps she could take care of a lycanthrope as well.
Pulling her hand from the woman's, Aiyana looked around the room, appearing lost. "I don't have anything here..." she murmured, trailing off. "And I don't need much...some clothing?" she guessed. Her confused expression that began to border on panic made it painfully obvious how out of touch and caged the spirit had been all this time. She didn't even know what a hairbrush was, in all honesty, her fingers and the wind enough for her anyway. No master had taken her to get anything, wanting her to be grateful for every morsel and scrap they decided to toss her way. Now she was a bit overwhelmed and clasped her hands in front of her patiently, knowing she was going to go with her now.
“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.”
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 3:51 am
 
Nikki, was adorable. Almost too adorable in Azazel's eyes. He was a little bit of a sucker for a cute face and personality, and the cheeky responses he'd already received from the Incubus had piqued his curiosity nicely. Hearing the 'tap tap' of the turquoise haired beauty following him out the room, he raised an eyebrow at this little act of bribery. Sweets and nice clothing? That was it; that's all it took? Sweets were easy - Azazel had a huge soft spot for lollipops, but nice clothes would be trickier. He hated to dip into his surprisingly large bank account, but if he picked up some "business" here and there, he could indulge Nikki easily. Placing an arm gently around Nikki, the single arm became two that gently wrapped themselves around his new acquisition, bending over to accommodate for the height difference. Stopping in the middle of the empty hall, Azazel pressed his lips to his little bluebells neck, inhaling his bloodscent. "Little bluebell, I will get you what you desire." His Russian accent was thick with subtle attraction towards the Incubus, and lifting a hand, he curled a finger under the daintier male's chin.
"You get one freebie before we meet the other. Do not assume I will be so... Generous all the time." And with an almost too cheeky and sly wink, Azazel lifted the pretty little thing's chin and kissed his new "pet". It was simply to allow the being to feed, as he knew the pain of not being allowed to feed himself. He knew what it was like to almost lust after the one thing that kept you alive. He didn't want the Incubus to take too much of his energy, so after only a few moments of holding the cute little being in his arms, kissing the sweet thing to give him some energy and to "feed" him, he pulled away and let his pet go. "We must keep moving, I do not like the idea of showing this much affection publicly." Yet, even though he said that, he kept one hand on the back of the turquoise male's neck, playing with the long strands of bright blue.
Paying for Nikki first - he didn't want his little pet taken away from him by accident, he was shown the way to his second purchase; a more masculine slave compared to his dainty one. A hand still played with Nikki's hair all the way to the other slave room, and he only let go once the door to the slave room was opened by a guard. Tipping his hat down slightly to cover his eyes in shadow, he used his hand on Nikki's elbow to guide him into the other slaves room, and boy, was there a difference in the two.
This... Sheep, ram... Whatever, was almost the same height as himself, which made him a foot taller than his petite little prize. Nikki was feminine in stature, and this Sheep... Ram, thing, was more toned and muscular. Of course, he was still obviously the more build than the other two, but this new slave was pretty close. The further he stepped into the room, the more he could smell the second slave's bloodscent; he was a Ram. But there was something odd about him as well. There were notes of bitterness in his blood, almost like something had made it dirty. He was sure there was some subtle hints of purity in there, for he had smelt fully tainted blood before. This blood wasn't completely tainted - but it was close. Taking in the Ram's features, mainly his horns and soft-looking ears, Azazel spoke up after a few quiet minutes.
"Привет, what is your name, young Ram?" He asked, trying his best to be polite even though it was clear that the Vampire was not only quite tired, but pretty damn sick of being in the slave manor. "I, am Azazel. This little bluebell is Nikki Joon, and he is very much a male." Sweeping his hat off during his own introduction, a hand rested lightly atop his first slave's head as he introduced Nikki to the Ram, the Russian's voice lacking some lustre thanks to the small feed he gave his little bluebell just before. Inspecting his nails out of slight boredom, he lifted his gaze to the Ram with a curious grin. "I am looking for company for my home, preferably company that can pull their own weight." Taking a sly moment to completely look this Ram up and down, Azazel let a mischievous grin grace his lips. "So what say you, hmm? Will you satisfy a lonely vampire's needs, and keep sweet little Nikki here out of trouble while I sleep?"
There was no need to point out the fact that Nikki was a slave too - the vampire was rude but not that rude. Bright blue eyes were stuck fast on the Ram as lazy fingers played with Nikki's hair. He was going to take this Ram home whether he liked it or not; as much as Azazel was a sucker for something cute, he couldn't deny that the thought of having this lean Ram share his bed was rather appealing. Especially with those horns too, and those soft looking ears. Yes, this outing had been very successful indeed.
ooc;; LOOKY, WE'RE BACK IN BUSINESS~ Taesty, go ahead and put Nikki in Azazel's thread too ;D
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 9:41 pm
►►►►►►►►►►►►► Ivy Clarrisa Black XXXX▌ϛlave ƒor Life▐ ”If you don't stand for something you'll fall for anything.” ...The man who wished to take her seemed rather open minded, and liked to see all sides of the argument. This was something she would no doubt need to remember, as evidence and facts, or at least reasoning, would be needed when dealing with such a person. Without such things he would probably slough it all off as meaningless jabber, and grow angry. At the same time he seemed to not grow annoyed with how she went about speaking, so it would take time to find out what it was that came to annoy him. This though was a challenge that she was willing to accept and take on. It was always interesting to know how far she could push people, but it was also nice to know that she would not need to know how to cook. Cooking was never something she was interested in, it was in fact something she rather did not like. Slaving over a hot stove to see the food you presented analyzed and thrown to the floor because it was not perfect, no thanks. Cleaning was much easier, as things were often either clean or they were not. Though it would be best if the man had no big windows he expected to be squeaky clean seeing as she was not exactly as tall as he was. While she stood on the taller end for a human woman, she still was only five foot eight inches, often nothing when set next to men, especially those of other races.
Her humanity was a blessing in some cases, but it often meant that she seemed weak. Which this man had already accounted for. If the world were made up of humans though, her life would be less of a struggle to prove that she was not so weak, without anything special to have to her name though people usually just pushed her aside. Perhaps this was yet another reason why she longed to prove herself to others, often to her own demise. It was such things that also got her into trouble. There were times when she knew when to hold her tongue, when to step down, and accept defeat, but others where such things were not at the forefront of her mind.
“There are such things as music desks?” She asked, a tad confused at what such a thing would look like. It was a new concept, and it was not that she questioned his words for validity, but rather that she was quite confused as to what such a thing would look like. Though is seemed that ravens were not a topic that he found fond to speak of so she did little to bring up the topic any further. He also spoke of the middle ages as though he had actually lived through it and not just read about it in a book. That might be a question for later though, to see what exactly he was, and how long he had lived. It would make sense that he might have emotional ties to things of more recent days, things that happened in the time before she was born. Still, so much of that for her was considered history that it would be strange to have a person admit to it being part of their story.
He knew a lot though, but it could also be that he was just very good at lying. Ivy was not quite certain and she really knew little of Poe other than what she had read in recent years. It was not exactly the kind of a book a child picked up, so her limited knowledge on much of the world or things there of would probably be blatantly obvious when compared to someone who had much more time to acquire their wisdom. It was better now not to question it at all and just nod her head in response. 'Well, I guess so long as you aren't super messy there really isn't much of a reason for me to want you to change.'
Ivy too frowned, stopping in her steps as she saw, for lack of a better word, the leash. Attempting to lean away as he came down to attach it to her Ivy was more than displeased as it locked into place. Her hand rose to try and fight the clasp as best it could while still trying to be secretive about it and follow along with the guard and the new man. She was not sure if it really was a requirement to this place or if it was solely the fact that the guard was not quite pleased with her from earlier. It depended on the shop, though it also depended on what one was ranked in within the shop. As troublesome or passive often played a key role in whether such steps were deemed necessary.
The pace was easy enough to follow even in her half step kind of way. Ivy looked around as she got her real first look of the place she was in and the rest of the building. They were headed down, that was the only thing she could be sure of, the fact of how big the place was, was still a question she tried to answer. Stepping into the room as well Ivy felt a small smile pull at the edge of her lips. Perhaps the inhabitant here also believed there to be a hidden camera, and had done more than she had to go looking for it. He though was wrapped up quite tightly, maybe hiding from such devices, and the flash of red fell to the floor along with him and the sheets. Feeling her dress ruffle Ivy lowered her hands to hold it down while her hair came up and whipped around her. The breeze lightened so that it was only suspending the feathers about the space. If he could do such things with no trouble at all there seemed little reason to force someone like her to clean. Letting go of the fabric in favor of one of the floating feathers she missed the first one she reached for another, capturing the soft object between her fingers.
Pulling it back to her face, she was much more concerned about what lay in her fist then the conversation that was taking place in the room. Opening her hand slowly, pealing each finger back she watched the feather struggle in her palm before it was released. Upon being free is sat only for a moment before it was lifted back up and away toward the others to find its rightful place. Joining back into the two's conversation as the topic of 'hating everyone' became important again Ivy looked past the man to the red haired male while he took to answering, or more so moving to her master.
Her master, it was funny how quickly that thought came to mind, but a pout filled out her lips as the boy came to cling to the man who had decided to take her as well. Who did the boy think he was, doing such a thing with no care, it was disrespectful to say the least. Crossing her arms she took a step forward and tapped the boy on the shoulder, “You should let go.” Ivy told him, holding a little bit of a glare as she waited for him to do so. Clinging was not exactly something that should be done right when meeting someone. They had yet to even exchange names! It was utterly ridiculous and annoyed Ivy that this other slave had taken so closely to a man who had yet to actually say he would take the boy.
”Yet each man kills the thing he loves, by each let
this be heard, some do it with a bitter lock, some with
a flattering word. The coward does it with a kiss, the
brave man with a sword.”
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 9:46 pm
   ▐ Russel came back after giving his payment-how much he wasn't going to classify just that he would be working a lot of hours at a bunch of different locations for the next few months. He nodded at Angelia's request and turned back to the guards. "Please take us to her oak and then we will leave peacefully." The guards looked at themselves having a silent conversation before agreeing and releasing his newly purchased Nanny from her confinement and leading them through the sullen place to basement where the warped tree was growing.
▐ ❀ ✿ Both girls jumped and clapped excitedly as their new Angelia agreed to do all the things they mentioned and more! Puppets, jewelry, and constellations? Their new Nanny was already amazing! When she was finally let out the cage they both attacked the nearest leg only coming up barely to her waist with fierce hugs. "You have a tree Miss Angelia?" "How can you carry your tree?" they asked simultaneously.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 6:43 pm
Ⓝ Ⓘ Ⓚ Ⓚ ⒾxxxⒿ Ⓞ Ⓞ ⓃxxxⓀ Ⓘ Ⓜ ❝ I'M TELLING YOU; I'M A REAL BOY!
LOOK! WHEN I SAY THIS, DOES MY NOSE GROW!?
NO! THEREFORE, I MUST BE TELLING THE TRUTH! ❞ 
Nikki glanced up when he suddenly found himself wrapped in his master's arms. His eyes held a question but before he could ask it, Azazel bent closer to Nikki, making his breath catch in his throat. He sighed at the soft kiss to his neck, feeling a small spark of energy. His eyes drifted half shut as he tasted his master's energy. Despite being an incubus, he blushed at the wink and he leaned up into the kiss. He drank in the energy that flowed from the kiss. When he tried to lean up for more, Azazel pulled away, leaving nothing but a pout on Nikki's lips. He was about to whine that he was still hungry but guessed he shouldn't push his luck. So the turquoise haired boy just followed beside the blond man, enjoying the feeling of the man playing with his hair. He looked around curiously as he was paid for and eventually they came to another door.
When it was opened, Nikki glanced into the room and cocked his head at the sight of the male inside the room... Was he part animal? Curious, Nikki sniffed at the air, trying to find out if this slave would taste good. He didn't know what felt off but he guessed if this slave went home with him, Nikki might try and get a few snacks or meals from him. For now, he stayed beside the vampire and looked at the slave with curiosity. Hearing his master introduce him and let the other know that he was, in fact, a boy, Nikki grinned at the ram.
He looked between the two, frowning slightly when he heard Azazel say that he needed to be kept out of trouble. Nikki huffed. He didn't think he was any trouble at all. And if the lonely vampire needed satisfying, Nikki should be enough to do so. "How rude!" Nikki thought to himself, pouting again as he looked back to the stranger as they awaited a reply from the ram. "I won't be causing trouble!" Nikki, looking up at the two taller men. "I can be perfectly well behaved without anyone else having to keep me out of trouble," the boy added as his master toyed with his hair. To tell the truth, Nikki was just saying that. If he didn't get what he wanted he would most likely go around causing trouble.
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 1:48 am
  It was beautiful outside, and the sun was shining down upon his skin, warming him like a tender embrace. He felt god about his trip, even though many had insidious purpose, and many of his advisors had tried to talk him away from the slave market, Shaynea’lann O’Hara had paid them no heed. The blue haired elf had made his own decision. After all he was a prince, so why should he be able to re-write the rules in his favor? Of course, that was not how he wanted his people to look at his ruling decisions, but he was not going to marry some stuffy political female that only wanted him for fortune and power. No. He wanted someone who would truly wish to be with him, and also help him in running his kingdom. He knew his people needed a strong ruling couple. He was only half of that, and his advisors wanted to secure the position with a queen, or rather, a princess, as he wasn’t ready to call himself King just yet. He didn’t like the title. Besides, he didn’t feel old enough to be dubbed a King. Not yet anyways. He was sure that one day he would find the confidence and certainty he needed to be able to feel worth the title of King but today was not the day. Not as he strode through the Estate gates, or up the paved path along the lawns. Not even when he dared to enter the noisy establishment as people moved in and out of it with people and beings on leashes, while others simply walked out, nearly dragging what he knew to be their “purchases”. He didn’t want to think of his coming here that he was making a purchase of forcing someone’s hand. He wanted to think he was bettering a life by finding someone who might otherwise live and long, painful existence in the clutches of someone else who believed only in abuse.
Taking a breath, the blue-haired elf walked inside and braced himself, walking into the office where the Mistress of the house sat, filling out paperwork. He greeted her, letting her know he had an appointment and took care of introductions. He smiled gently and shook hands with the woman, smiling and warmly receiving her suggestions. He flipped through a few files and nodded his head, taking in note the room numbers that he would visit and began on his way. Obviously, he knew what qualities he was looking for. Someone special. He knew what charms to look for, and was surprised there were actually a few potentials that bore former royalty, or were used to pampering. He knew the two were completely different things, but all the same, he smiled at them. With the right combination, he could turn even what his advisors called an “uneducated peasant” into a princess. He shook his head and brushed away the thought. He would not allow his advisors to taint his judgment. Instead, he smiled and began his walk through the house, closing his eyes, remembering the numbers written on the paper, and heading in the direction he thought to look first. Obviously, he wanted a female, so he had ruled out all males that had bore the charms he desired. Mistress Pallas had been very helpful in showing him exactly what he wanted, and he was grateful for his assistance. The sooner he found the woman he would take home, the sooner her would be able to help her adjust to life among the elves, and the politics that came with being a royal. That was, if she had not dealt with politics previously.
Coming to the first door, he took a deep breath, steeling himself against the nerves that threatened to overtake him. He wasn’t going to chicken out now. He couldn’t. That would definitely prove he was not ready to lead his people, when they so clearly needed guidance and leadership. He could not let his people suffer because he himself was unprepared. That was not what a good leader did. That was what a coward did, and Shaynea’lann was no coward. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and braced himself. On the other side of this door could be his future queen. He would not let the first impression be bad. He lifted his hand, wrapping his knuckled gently against the door, pausing for a moment before he entered. After all, he was a gentleman, and he knew not to enter without permission, but he had been given permission by the Mistress of the house. He just wanted to alert the female on the other wised of the door. After all,s he could be indecent, and that would be improper for him to walk in on. He wanted to alert the female before he made any moves to enter. He turned the knob slowly, opening the door a crack, and pausing again. ”I’m entering. I.. am hoping you are decent.” He gently pushed the door open further and stepped over the threshold, keeping his eyes lowered, on the off chance he had actually caught the female inside indecent. After stepping inside, he swiftly closed the door behind him, keeping the room and it’s occupant in privacy. After all, maybe those who stayed within the room didn’t want to be on display. Maybe they simply wanted to be left alone?
When Shay lifted his eyes, he was greatly surprised. Sitting before him, in hues of pink and cream, was a gorgeous woman. Well, she was definitely female, but not a human. Shay’s eyes took in the lovely rabbit sitting before him. Her ears were the softest hues of pink, as was her hair. Her face was delicate and serene. Her eyes sparkled like garnets, and he couldn’t help but blush. He brought a hand up to cover his mouth, trying to hide the completely astonishment form her He knew she could probably see right through him, but he was very much taken aback by her beauty. And there, nestled against her neck, like a disgusting brand, was the collar, with the tiny tarnished crown charm that he had wanted. He stepped closer, tentatively, not wanting to touch her without her permission. After all, he was a Prince, and he knew protocol. He would not breach it. He couldn’t. It would be forbidden. He looked her over, in all her splendor. She looked like a princess. Her skin was not hard, and she was not dirty. She was delicate, and that was good. It did not mean she had not worked, or would not work hard and learn, but she looked soft an approachable, which is something he was grateful for. He smiled tender, kneeling in front of her, offering his hand for her own. ”My Lady, my name is Shaynea’lann O’Hara. I have been searching for you. Surely, you must be a princess, am I correct? I wish to take you away from this place, and treat you as a princess should be treated. I wish to free you form this bondage, and the crude shackle that you wear around your neck. I beg of you you, beautiful Princess, please let me take you from this place, and back to luxuries that you deserve. I will treat you as a Princess, I swear it on my life. Please accept my offer.” He looked at her, his hand still extended for her hand, ready to kiss her gentle fingers once she had placed her hand in his own. He simply hoped that she would accept his offer.
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StellaLuna SkyWind Vice Captain
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StellaLuna SkyWind Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 2:22 am
  Truthfully, the incubus thought it would be a cut and dry type of reaction. After all, he had addressed the entire situation with what he had said. He had been straightforward, not leaving any real questions, or so he had thought. He had addressed the nymph who sprawled upon the bed, and he had been careful with how he worded the offer, trying not to use words that would be too big, in case the nymph didn’t understand what he was saying, and yet, there was still a question spun form the nymph. It appeared Brayden had not been as clear as he assumed he had been. He couldn’t understand how what he had said left open questions, but when the nymph asked his own, Brayden did understand what could be brought form the simple matter of companionship if he did not explain it fully. But did he want to? No. It didn’t sound nearly as pleasant when he explained exactly what he would need the nymph for. That would only lead the silver haired being to protest, or argue, because they did not like the outcome. The incubus clenched his gloved hands into fists, trying not to get irritated with the nymph. After all, weren’t they naturally playful and tricky to deal with? He should have factored in personality into his scenarios and tests. It might have produced a different outcome, but now that he was in front of the nymph, thre was no way he would be letting the little darling out of his sight. Even if it was a little difficult to deal with the mysterious attitude the silver-haired nymph exuded. He looked over the nymph with scrutiny, trying to determine just what the nymph was planning when the nymph actually got up and rubbed against him, showing off another definition to companionship.
Brayden was actually rather shocked, and a slight tint colored his pale cheeks for an instant, and both gloved hands reached out for the nymph, moving to trap the silver-haired being to his body. The incubus pulled the little nymph higher, moving so that the nymph’s legs straddled his sides, and Brayden held gingerly to the torso of the lithe creature, a smirk of good humor coloring his cheeks, doing away with the stiff talk of compatibility and pairing and scenarios. His eyes found those belonging to the nymph and locked on them, over his lenses, turning his strawberry-kiwi hues to the sage colored orbs belonging to the nymph. Capturing the fine chin in his gloved hand, supporting the lithe body with his other, Brayden smirked deeper. ”You are so vulgar, delightful little nymph. Is that how you approach every visitor? You prostrate yourself for them, giving all of yourself away? I will not allow it. Not to any who come through my door, thinking they will have you. If I take you away, you will be my companion, in all ways and forms imaginable. But you will be mine. Do you understand? None of this sharing nonsense. I am a greedy man. I will not share you.” Brayden smirked once more at the little nymph in his arms, turning the silver-haired being’s chin both ways, admiring the face unscathed face offered to him. He stroked gloved fingers gently over the exposed cheeks and smiled, before tenderly setting the nymph down once more to walk and be free as he had been.
Looking round the room, there seemed to be no person effects belonging to the nymph, so he looked to the brown and sage of his new toy. Yes. He would be taking this creature home whether he wanted it or not. There would be mo option otherwise. Brayden smirked, and then frowned. He would not allow the nymph to walk out of the room without any clothing on. No. other’s would let their eyes pry and devour his adorable little nymph. He could not let that come to pass. ”Put on some clothing, little nymph. And tell me your name. I will not have my toys walking around so everyone can gawk at them. Not unless I wish it. I do not wish it now. So you will dress in clothing that hides your skin. Now. So we may go. Do you understand?” Brays gaze was unflinching, and he waited for the nymph to do as he was told. If he didn’t, well, that was why punishment existed, right?
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 9:16 pm
 
Running her fingers through her almost dry hair, Ellie smiled softly as she continued to watch the birds fly and sing happily outside her window. Pulling some of the long silken strands of pink over her shoulder, the rabbit demon started to braid some of her long, luxurious hair. Her hair and the anklet bracelet she had on were the only things she had left to prove that she was indeed a royal princess. Well in her country it showed sign of royalty. Of course she had the tiny crown charm dangling prettily on her velvet collar, but there was always a possibility that businesses such as this could lie, right? Blowing out a sigh, Ellie pulled the same amount of hair on the other side and started to braid it as well. Now that she was a slave her royal title had no meaning now, right? She used to be a princess but now she was a slave, who didn't know how to do many things. Cooking and cleaning were things she was never allowed to do, and that was what potential masters wanted... didn't they? Frowning as she pulled the two braids behind and tied them together, the rabbit stretched her arms above her head, exhaling slowly as she lowered them back down to her sides. What could she do now? She was normally one to never feel anxious or restless, but being locked inside of this room was making her so. Closing her eyes and humming a song that was always played for her birthday, her feet started to move to the dance steps that has went along with the song. Smiling as she thought back to her past, Ellie remembered dancing on top of her father's toes while holding his strong, capable hands. Ruby eyes slowly opened as a sad smile appeared on her face, finishing the dance, and then sitting back at her place in the window.
What was she going to do with her time? Ellie was used to having a busy schedule. Well... not as busy as she wished it to be. It was more like she could roam freely inside the palace grounds, as long as she had a guard with her. The rabbit demon felt a tad pathetic that she even had to be protected in her own home. Her father had said that she was delicate and soft, but what he really meant was that she was weak. The princess frowned and leaned against the cool glass, cooling her slight flushed skin from her small dance routine. Had she been a burden on her family her entire life? She wasn't strong like the royal family should be, well not in strength, but her mind was something she was proud of. Her father had always said that brains always overpowered brawn, but the way she that Ellie saw it... Having both didn't hurt either. Her father was a highly intelligent and very strong man, and he was doing terrific. Her brains had put her in a collar and this room. IF she had only had the strength to get away from those men! A delicate hand went to her hip, rubbing the still tender scar from the knife. If had not been for this place she would be dead, so the woman was slightly grateful for that. The mistress of the shop wasn't as terrible as most believed her to be. Yes, she was still involved with selling living beings, but she was concerned about comfort. She had gave Ellie back her anklet and even some books to keep her occupied. Ellie had begged the woman to let her outside, but it was of no use. She was told that she would be able to go outside once someone had come to take her away, which the Mistress believed would be sooner than later. Ellie didn't question the woman and decided to be grateful for the things she had received.
The books that she had received were all nice and very interesting. The woman had been trying to pace herself, but the stories were so interesting! The rabbit demon found herself reading through them much faster than she had wanted to. Looking over at the stacks of books, Ellie started to think about the vast library at the palace. Her father had made sure there was plenty of books for her to read, seeing as she couldn't be alone, and really couldn't go to other kingdoms with him. She was a liability after all. Letting out a sigh and putting a hand against the glass, Ellie wondered what her family was doing. Would they believe that she made it to the other palace to get married? The rabbit hoped that they were okay and weren't too terribly worried about her. They would die if they learned of her current situation, and Ellie honestly didn't want them to know or to come get her. Things would be better this way. Without her at the palace, she couldn't be used as a means to make her father surrender. Smiling and putting her hand in her lap, the princess closed her eyes, and started to listen to the world around her. Other slaves were leaving with their masters, starting a new chapter of their lives. The rabbit demon hoped that their new lives were full of happiness, because they deserved it. Ellie hoped that whoever she was going to leave with, that they would allow her outside for at least a small period of time. Just enough to enjoy the sunshine and warm breezes, and of course allow her to speak to her father. She was going to tell him a small white lie, saying she was getting married to a different prince who as kind, caring, and very loving. Someone was happy with and that she would be too far away for them to come and see her. It was a small lie but one that would work. Well she hoped that it would work.
Jumping at the soft knock, ruby red eyes blinked her thoughts and plans from her mind, and she looked towards the door. Soft pink ears twitched at the gentle voice, and Ellie did look over herself to make sure that she was indeed decent. Smoothing out the front of her dress, the rabbit remained in the window, simply because she was so nervous she didn't think that she would be able to stand without shaking. Looking up as the door swiftly opened and just as quickly closed, the young woman looked at the man who had walked into her room. Her eyes closed and she inhaled a deep breath, smiling at his scent. He smelled of sun and nature. Maybe even a hint of some sweets? Slowly opening crimson clear eyes, a soft smile appeared on her face. He was indeed handsome so Ellie couldn't help but wonder why he would need a slave. He appeared to be from a higher class and his good looks could easily find him company of any female, so why was he here? Tilting her head a little, Ellie watched as his face turned red. Was he okay? Was he ill? Curious eyes tried to judge and figure him out, her nose moving cutely as she continued to breath in his scent. "Are you alright sir? Your face is red. If you are feeling warm or flushed, I can get you a cool rag?" Offering him another gentle and warm smile, Ellie soon found him kneeling in her front of her, causing her to blush brightly. What was he doing?! What should she do?!
Listening to his words closely, Ellie's eyes quickly widened as her tail started to wiggle nervously. He was... searching for her? Her eyes lowered and she looked down at his hand. He wanted to take her away and treat her as the princess she was, but she wasn't a princess anymore. Didn't that bother him? "But.. I am no longer a princess, kind sir. I lost that title and rank as soon as this collar was placed around my neck." Her eyes closed as her fingers touched the collar tentatively, reminding herself of who she was now. Opening her eyes and smiling down at him, she took his hand and gently wrapped her fingers around his hand. "I do not need such luxuries again. Only a moment or two outside and possibly a way to tell my father that I am alive and well. You taking me away from this place is more than I could ever want." Ellie did want nothing but to be out in the warm weather. To be able to feel the grass beneath her feet. Just being outside would be a wonderful gift. "My name is Elouera Tamarind, but you can call me Ellie if you wish." Smiling brightly, Ellie had a good feeling about leaving with this man. Maybe this was the start of a new and happy life for her?
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