This strange female in front of him baffled him completely. From her small, yet commanding stature that breathed power like a sheet around her, to the interesting ears that donned her head and moved as she spoke, and sometimes when her facial expressions changed. IN truth, he didn’t understand much of what she was feeling, but he could see it when her body changed. He watched carefully, not wanting to miss anything. One beat could be an answer she wanted to keep hidden, or something she felt that she didn’t feel like sharing with him in detail. He had learned from watching humans that their expressions betrayed what they wanted to hide from others more often than not, but even though this Lady wolf was not human, her face and actions seemed to be quite similar. He enjoyed watching her, even though she seemed to have ever changing emotions. Or rather, perhaps that was why he enjoyed her so much. The way her face and expressions changed, accompanied with her ears told him worlds of information that she didn’t say herself. Just as she seemed to not be very forthcoming with details about herself. He would let that go until later. There might have been a reason she was not as open as he. After all, he had nothing to hide. Maybe this Lady wolf did. Maybe she just didn’t trust him yet. Anden would have been a little more secluded had he the option, but his life was laying in the snowy-haired female’s hands. He had no option but to give her all the information she desired. After all, it would probably spring him faster, and that was what he wanted. He needed to go back and check upon his charges. He needed to go back and save them from the preying hands of humans who wished them harm for selfish purposes.
When the Lady Wolf assured him that she was not good, he shook his head. He would not believe that for one moment. She might not think she was good, but he did. He could see goodness on her. The taint of true angst and evil was not upon her. Not where he could see it anyways. He would not believe that she was evil, or bad. Besides, a truly humble person would probably dismiss their own goodness, to bat away arrogance, would they not? That was how Anden though anyways. He wanted to see the goodness in this female. After all, the guarded way she handled herself and spoke made it seem as though she was used to being beaten down upon or spoken to as if she were a lesser. He did not like that. He would not tolerate condescending people, even if he was lower than the rest, now that he bore this strange shackle around his neck. He was still strong and powerful, and perhaps that is what kept him afloat in the sea of despair that seemed to crash around this establishment. He knew what he was and what he was not, so he would not bow down to what people told him he was. They didn’t know him. They didn’t know what he could do, or what he desired to change, and he would not let them take it from him either. When the wolf asked if he was a tree dweller, or if he simply lived among the trees, he smiled, his eyes sparkling with mirth and pride in his position as well as his station. ”No, Lady. I live among the trees. I am not truly one of them. I bleed as do humans and other creatures, but it is my sworn duty to protect my charges and my trees. I am not so base that I do not know many human customs and mannerisms, if that is your true question.”
He smiled at her, and hearing her own response, as she told him of her demon heritage, he listened intently. After all, they seemed to be forming some kind of bond, even if it was just a mutual understanding and acquaintanceship. Being comfortably familiar with another person was what started a good, thriving relationship. He wanted that with the strange female. He wanted to be familiar with her. He was curious to her own mannerisms, and the guarded manner in which she spoke. He wanted to know why she kept so many secrets and spoke so haltingly about the future, as if she wasn’t sure what would happen. And she referred to the place they would end up as a cage, as if she too, were a prisoner. It made his heart hurt. Just as the fact that she referred to herself as a monster. He steped forward, closing the distance between them and tenderly, halting reached out to her. He stopped, looking at his hand in surprise. What if she did not want to be touched? He did not want to upset the she wolf. He didn’t want to make her turn away, or speak to him or of him in disdain. He struggled for a few heartbeats, his hand hovering in the air, unsure whether he would touch the she wolf or not. Eventually, he lost, and his hand fell to the side, even though a frown formed upon his lips, and he looked away from her, slight pain caressing his features as he battled internally of how he should speak from that point on. It would be rude to just say what he was thinking, especially if she didn’t receive it well, but he didn’t understand why she looked at herself in such a negative light.
She seemed to play with disdain, as if she were interested in something one second, and disinterested in the nest heartbeat. He shook his head and sighed gently, looking at her, even as she shrugged her shoulders and turned to leave, ready to be done with the transaction. She had given her name, and then had turned form him, as if continuing this speech and such was an inconvenience. He didn’t want to bother this strange Mistress any longer. He nodded his head, straightening himself and turned to the door, reaching for it and jarring the handle even though it would not open. He frowned, and then knocked gently against the wood. Maybe a guard outside would allow them to pass outside? He looked to the female once more, unable to stop the words from falling from his lips. He felt so right saying them to her, and he hoped he didn’t create and faux pas in the way he handled things. ”Mistress Sieux… you are not a monster. No matter what these strange elders say. Or the rest of your… pack. I do not think they know you, or begin to understand you. I don’t mean to overstep and boundaries, or insult you, but you’re not what they say you are, and you should pay them no attention. I would still like to go and see my charges, if that is still alright. But then, I will accompany you to this strange place of residence that you speak so disdainfully about. Maybe it will be more pleasant with a companion? Or at least, I will try to make it pleasant for you.” He trailed off then, uncertain how he would even do that, given cages gilded or not were never pleasant, but he would try to put a smile on this female’s face. He would try to make her see herself in better light, as he saw her. And if he did, that would be an accomplished goal.
Kathryn Anon
Sorry this took so long D; There's no good excuse or reasoning, so I won't make any. I just hope you'll accept my apologies for it's late arrival. Also, as for his forest, I figure they at least started and culled a big portion of it. I don't think they would have done all of it, but started, definitely. The amount, I leave up to you. ;3 I look forward to this plan.
Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 3:20 pm
There was probably one thing Brayden would never get from Ash, and that was a cut and dry reaction. Like the sisters back home, this nymph was just as tricky, playful and seductive as one would expect. After all, how could one expect Ash to lure some poor fool to their death if the nymph did not possess all of these qualities?
A much louder purr left Ash when Brayden's hands settled on the robe. As the nymph was lifted, the slim body turned to make wrapping those legs around Brayden's hips. There was no protesting, in fact, Ash pressed closer to the man, unafraid of what may, or may not happen as a result.
Ash listened politely to Brayden, a tiny, but obviously very pleased smirk settling into those feminine features. There wasn't any protesting when Brayden reached to touch, in fact, Ash had leaned into the fingers quite willingly. Again, the nymph didn't protest when they were turned this way and then that so that the prospective buyer could get a good look at what they were going to be spending their money on.
" Well, anyone who suits my fancy, sir. It's far more fun to simply lay the ' goods ' out on the table first, hate for anyone to get disappointed. And while I hear that more is in fact, merrier, I suppose I could go along with this whole.. yours and only yours sort of thing. This whole possesive thing is kinda' hot on you. "
A grin set on unpainted lips as Brayden set the nymph down. Now, Ash seemed unsure what to do. Would Brayden bother asking if they had any personal effects? Maybe he would make Ash get dres---
Ah, of course he would.
Ash's nose wrinkled a little in disappointment, and the nymph turned on their heel to do as requested of them, to put some clothing on. How disappointing! Had he no sense of adventure? --Well, there was that, not unless I wish it comment, Ash had to wonder if that was serious, or simply added for effect.
Probably added for effect.
Just as much as Ash liked to flirt, the nymph liked to tease even more. So, Ash decided to take as much time with the dressing as possible. The soft, cream colored satin was slid smoothly from the tanned figure once Ash's back was to Brayden. Soon, the nymph began humming as each drawer was looked through and clothing carefully selected. After all, Ash simply couldn't embarass Brayden on the first day, that'd be a darn shame! With a tiny, mischevious grin, Ash decided to start with the pants. The panties, if they could be called that, that covered the nymph's backside could hardly be considered underwear-- hey, at least Ash had decided to put some underwear on for once. One leg at a time was how Ash decided to slide on the dark silk pants. Although they were dark enough to hide what would be considered the 'important ' bits, they were just shear enough to give a rather nice view of the nymph's legs. Ash took a moment to straighten out the pants, before posture was corrected. Brayden had a very brief opportuintity to admire, or scrutinize the crocodile that sat menacingly on the nymph's back, before a soft, gray silk shirt was slid over Ash's head and settled into place.
Unlike with the pants, there wasn't any extra time taken to put on the sleeveless top.
Ash paused, for only a moment after dressing was finished. There was only one thing that the Nymph held dear to him in the room-- now where in the hell had it gone? The last time Ash had used it had bee--- AH! Without a word, the Nymph pounced back onto the bed, only to shove a hand underneith one of the pillows to produce a long, delicate looking pipe.
Clutched tightly in the Nymph's fist, Ash finally slid of the bed before quietly approaching Brayden.
“ Oh, I suppose I should say my name now. Ash is my name, Sir, but you can call me whatever you want. Suppose you would if you wanted, huh?”
Contrary to what many believed of angels, Mateo preferred the dark. Maybe it was the taint on his soul, or maybe, it was just that he felt that he was safer within the dark confines of rooms where others couldn’t see him as well. So it only made sense that all the lights in his room were turned off and unplugged. Anything that he could do to make the room darker was done. The blinds were drawn and he had tugged the drapes over them so that only the faintest filter of light wore its way through the curtains there. His own body was curled on the far side of the bed, so that none would be able to see him easily as he entered. Of course, he was tall, so it was not as if he could hide completely. Some shock of white hair, or the curve of a horn would always reach for that light and want to shine and sparkle in it’s illumination. He couldn’t help that. It was the pure part of his soul that wished he would turn on the lights and try to return to what he once was, but it was the full rationality of the ram that knew it would be futile to attempt anyways. He was cursed. Marked. Tainted. Destroyed. It was a sickening thing for an angelic being to be tainted, and he didn’t want to share it like the disease it was, with anyone who might have come in. His golden orbs were closed, not revealing themselves to anyone that may have wanted to look. He didn’t care what he was now, or that the establishment he was in was trying to sell his flesh and bones away to the highest bidder. He didn’t want that comfort. He didn’t want out. Yet, at the same time, he couldn’t stand the confinement.
He raged at the very thought, tearing the sheets from the bed and tossing around a chair, upending a table. Nothing broken. Everything just clunking around and pulled into disarray by his anger. He didn’t care. He wanted the disarray. He welcomed it. Because he knew if he breathed chaos, he would find serenity at the end of it. He had been doing this for weeks. Ever since he had arrived, and he was certain those who guarded him knew he was aggressive, but left to his own devices would mellow himself out. They had learned of his dislike for lights as well, so they had some that turned on automatically. If a guard didn’t like him, they would leave it on all day. Otherwise, it was only supposed to be turned on if someone was coming in. Or so, that was what he had assumed by the pattern that had been happening so far. Today was no different. He had raged. The lights were still off. The sun was fading from the drapery line. He was safe in the darkness. He would remain safe in the darkness. He didn’t want anyone near him. He didn’t want anyone to take interest in him. The feeble shirt that covered his torso was thrown aside as he strained with the sweat from his rage, his eyes fluttering closed once more as his chest took steady breaths in and out to try and calm down the raging beast within. He curled his arms tightly around his knees, and brought the knees to his chin, trying to hide his face, as if getting curled up small enough would erase him from existence. He felt that horrid peace of flesh and the small growth of bone that was his tail twitch in dismay and he thought of reaching to it, around it’s base and trying to sever the growth form his body, but there was nothing sharp in these rooms with which to do it. Instead, he pulled himself tighter together.
That was when the light came on. He knew, because the change in him was almost tangible. His chest tightened, and the raging seemed to grip at him, wanting to cut off his air, until it was pushed away. Golden hues blinked gently, as he tried to adjust them to the bright light that had suddenly appeared in the room. He heard the click and swish of the door being opened and remained still. If it was a guard, they would see the disarray in the room and hopefully leave quickly. He would stay rooted to the spot. He wouldn’t’ so much as move or turnaround for them. He didn’t want to speak to them. Unconsciously, his ears flicked back, listening to the sound of entry into the room. Two pairs of feet. Two people. Was it a new guard, being brought in by an old to see how things were done? That could have been why they turned on the lights. To show this newcomer that Mateo would not harm them if they just left him alone and kept their distance. He sincerely hoped that would be the case. He didn’t want anyone to visit or touch. He wanted everyone out and away from him, even if he were to stay in this room forever, at least he wouldn’t be tainting others with the sin that gripped to his soul. He wasn’t allowed in the meadows of heaven any longer, so this place was the safest refuge, and probably the best he could find.
When the strange word was spoken to him, followed by a string of words he was more familiar with, the ram tensed, his body becoming apprehensive, waiting for a strike of a touch. He heard the male speak, the tone was rich. He made introductions. He even noted another in the room, which accounted for the second pair of footsteps, noting that the second being, this Nikki, was a male. Mateo still did not turn his gaze to the two that were in the room. He remained crouched and curled up, eyes closed, simply listening. He would not take in the appearance of the man, nor his companion who was also male according to his speech. Mateo did not care. The only thing that piqued any sort of interest to him, was the way his good half seemed to shy away, even in the light, and the way his tainted bits started to fester and swarm. These beings were of dark nature. Or so he felt within him. That didn’t mean that they were safe from this taint. He bore a disease. A sickly diseased taint and he didn’t want to share that with anyone. Not even those who seemed like they understood it. He bit his lip, keeping his eyes tightly closed, but his body urged him to move. He was becoming restless, the taint and darkness in him becoming too restless to allow him to sit still. His body still tense, he stood and moved to the upended chair, his body visible for the two in the room, his gaze flicked to them for only a moment before he turned away once more. He could clearly see why the bigger male had made the distinction about the one called Nikki. This strange blue being looked very much feminine. Mateo simply turned away, letting them have his back as his hand gripped the chair leg, nails biting into the wood, making it creak slightly as he tried to stay calm and in control.
The man was a vampire. That was what he said. And he wanted Mateo to keep this strange Nikki out of trouble? But Nikki was a slave too. The collar around his neck had said as much. IN the brief seconds Mateo had looked at them, that had been obvious. But the ram would not go. He would not leave with these two when his moods, so volatile already, made him want to scream for blood and chaos just by being in proximity. He looked to the man, his golden eyes tortured as mouth and face school into disgust, trying to push them away for their own good. Could they not see that it was taking him so much control already, just to be standing still and not reeking havoc upon them as his taint pushed him to do? His body shuddered and he clenched the chair leg tighter. ”Go. Away. I will not. Go. Away.” He turned form them both then. He had heard the little blue haired boy speak, and Mateo decided he would not respond to them. With a groan, he moved towards the shadows, not wanting to revel or be in the light anymore. He couldn’t go with these two. Not when it was driving him nearly mad just to stand in their presence. Not when he was supposed to be protecting this strange feminine male. He couldn’t have a life on his hands when this disease was so rampant in his body. He sighed gently, his tail giving a twitch as it once more laid against his skin, and he traveled further away from the two males. ”Go. Away. I’m trouble…Just. Go.” He spoke through clenched teeth, but prayed they would listen and simply go away. Then he could go back to darkness and be unbothered.
taesty chicken
Sorry to both of you for the delay D; I hope this is okay.
N o i r Wafflesaurus
Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2013 2:43 pm
The wolf woman’s ever moving ears twitched and whirled around, listening to movement in the hallway and outside the window. This place was curious in it’s own sense, and just being there added to Sieux’s anxiety. The silence was loudly deafening, even the quiet nature of the forest having a much higher volume level than this place. Out in the forest you could hear nature—animals moving around, the wind through the whispering leaves, the gentle trickle of a stream… It gave one a sense of belonging; you were never alone, even in isolation. This building was different. Aside from the almost mechanical sound of footsteps from guards on the other side of the thick wooden doors, a sound that most of the slaves wouldn’t even be able to hear, there was nothing. Nothing but your own breath and your own pulse, ringing loudly in your own ears.
Her head cocked to the side in canine fashion when he denied her accusation with a simple shake of his own head, her coal black eyes distracted by the moving tendrils of green hair. It vaguely reminded her of a weeping willow—the tree with curtain like vines that surrounded you and took you to an entirely new, shaded world. A comfortable place, Sieux had always believed, where you could take sanctuary and hide away for a little while. A smile smile flashed across her eyes for a moment, the fond memories lighting her gaze for a second before disappearing, returning the coal gaze to it’s instinctively cautious nature. His words make her sigh, shaking her own head—honestly, it felt weird to have him call her that! ”Honestly, just call me Sieux…” she insisted quietly, her tone an odd mixture of something akin to regret and embarrassment. ”I’m no lady. I don’t have good status and I don’t have good name—I’m just… myself. And I like it that way. I don’t need any silly titles.” she explained with a deepened frown. Honestly, she wished she didn’t have to explain that sort of thing.
His smile didn’t reflect on her own passive features.
She listened silently as he explained his own nature, giving him the same respect he had offered her while she explained what she was to him. She nodded her head slowly, apparently pleased by the information, but forced a half laugh through her lips at his presumption about human habits. ”Really, I couldn’t care even if you didn’t know about the humans or their tendencies. I am no human and I have different mannerisms just like you probably do. People who just copy other people are annoying; it’s a lot of people leading each other to nowhere.” And with that opinion out of the way she sighed, shaking her head again and crossing her arms. She barely noticed he had stepped forwards until his hand was suddenly in her sites and she froze, her gaze becoming sharp and animalistic in nature as she watched the limb, totally tense. But her anxiety was, surprisingly, not a predatory one. So looked more like she was preparing to take a hit than inflict one. Maybe in time, if she came to trust this person, she would move towards the gesture—in fact, she was surprisingly domestic in nature when it came to physical displays of affection, and had always loved the feeling of snuggling close to another warm body or nuzzling somebody else… or her all time weakness, scratches behind the ears.
Sieux jumped a little when his voice rang out again, firm and sincere. She silently listened as he spoke, her ears flipping forward attentively before pressing flat against her head—looking as though he were scolding her rather than trying to build up her self-esteem. Honestly, she was just tired of people trying to tell her who she was or wasn’t. Nobody really seemed to care about what she thought—it was always outside opinions being thrust upon her. This person, in his own way, really was just like the others, wasn’t he..? ”You’ll think what you want, I guess.” she responded coolly, appearing slightly more indifferent than before, ”That can be your own opinion.” Otherwise she fell silent, glaring at the guard who finally opened the door as if to say ‘what took so long?!’ before she strode forwards, her hands hidden within her long sleeves as she strode up the hallway at a brisk pace—expecting Anden to follow along behind her. After all, she had said that he was going to be coming with her earlier and he didn’t exactly seem to be against the idea, so there was no reason at all for her to assume that he wouldn’t come… right? Although she wouldn’t be surprised if he, like the others, decided that she wasn’t worth his time—that he’d rather a ‘better’ mistress than a cursed pup from a demon clan.
The white haired woman made her way back towards the office she had been led to earlier on in the day, entering quietly and simply handing over the pouch that had been given to her—Sieux didn’t exactly understand mortal currency, but she had been told to give that to whoever she was buying the slave from and that there would be more than enough. One her purchase was made the shewolf made her way out of the building, leading silently, walking up the pathway with a certain gait that became progressively more excited as they neared the edge of the property. She felt, immediately, soothed by the freedom from that magical barrier and as soon as she was totally free of it’s grip—with no warning—she began to grow. Fur quickly spread over her pale flesh as her entire form changed. Soon she was the size of a human’s short-school bus, her form very much unlike what it had been before. Despite her size, though, the white wolf’s proportions made it evident that she wasn’t anywhere near full grown—in fact, she looked like a baby. Which, in this form, she was, no thanks to a certain curse… ”Get on my back.” she noted simply, her voice echoing throughout the minds of those nearby as well as audibly, bowing her head down a little to stare at him at eye level, ”And I will take you to your forest.”
Speaking and thinking colour is #66817c
StellaLuna SkyWind
OOC↘↘ Then you will see ;D I say we head back to the house thread, after your post, and we can just go through that whole thing there XD
In a large and beautifully built mansion, hidden deep in the mountains, a man could be found in a large office filled with dark mahogany furniture, beautiful wooden floors, with black carpets, and silken crimson curtains. Bookshelves lined the wall to the right with a large fireplace, and behind the large desk was a wide bay window. Valentine Renatus, pushed his golden locks back as molten eyes scanned the papers in front of him. More budgets and numbers and of course the occasional threats, but none of this bothered the man. No... not the "Angel of Death". Leaning back in his seat and kicking his feet up on his desk, Valentine closed his eyes. He had forgotten all the work involved when one was a Mob Boss, but all of his work helped take his mind off of past failures. How long had it been now? Angry golden eyes opened at the question, as the wheels in the part of his memories he forced himself not to remember started to turn. Crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes once more, the man started to reminisce. His memories stretched far and wide, seeing as family lineage was so rich with history. Being a Blood Incubus, Valentine had access to so many memories, even his departed father's, and even his precious Ichirou... A growl rumbled in his chest and he removed his feet and leaned forward, and hiding his face in his folded arms. It was his fault. He should have been there sooner! He could have saved him!
Slamming a fist against the desk, the Incubus growled and closed his eyes tightly shut. He had searched for the man for years and years! His Ichirou was nowhere to be found... He had failed his beloved. His heart started to beat hard as his anger started to boil up once more. He had to stop thinking about it. Ichirou was gone and Valentine had to face it... There was no chance of him ever being with his tiger. Pushing himself away from his desk with pure disgust, the Incubus smoothed his obsidian waistcoat, and pulled on his jacket. He had an appointment with the Mistress of this impressive slave shop, and the Mob Boss was going to make sure he didn't miss it. Calling downstairs for the car to be brought around, Valentine ran a hand through his silken locks of gold before slipping his glasses onto his face. Walking down the stairs, ignoring the others, the man started to think about his simple past life. He was happy running his bar and living in the apartment above. He had Ichirou to feed him and keep him happy, and then young Seraph was with them. They were a happy family and when Ichirou was gone... It just wasn't the same. Of course he was still a good father to his son... but young Seraph had to force him to feed from other people. If it had not been for his son, then Valentine would have wasted away. Seraph helped keep him alive and in order to control his foul temper and other mood swings, Valentine started the Renatus Crime Syndicate once more. As a mob boss, he couldn't afford to show emotion and it helped him forget his failures as he started to slowly take control of the city.
Blowing out a sigh as he walked outside, and into the awaiting car, Valentine leaned back into his seat. Crossing his arms across his chest, the man closed his eyes trying to block out the pain and anger that seemed to build over the many failed years. If only he had stopped Ichirou from going just like he wanted to. Growling softly and deciding to look out his window, the Incubus started to think about his son. Ever since Seraph had turned sixteen his appetite for sex was rather impressive, but all young Incubuses had to have their fun. He was glad that his son was able to go out and get his fill, and it did wonders on helping him learn how to use to his powers more. Chuckling and pushing the bangs out of his face, Valentine let out a soft sigh. Like father, like son. Seraph did remind him a lot of himself at that age, save for the whole mother ordeal. Val made sure that Seraph's mother would never come around him, paying her a handsome sum when she had come to try to take him when he was five. Ah the past... How bittersweet it could be. It just wasn't fair... Shaking his head and blocking out the memories for the moment, the mob boss started to think about the trip to the shop. He had to get someone to keep him company... well... actually it was more like feed him whenever he didn't feel like getting someone. Feeding from others just made the Incubus shiver with disgust. For years and years he had fed from Ichirou, and had come to only want the man. Whenever Valentine had to feed, it was just sickening. He wanted to reject it, but being a creature that lived off of blood and sex... His body wasn't picky like his heart and soul.
Closing his eyes once more and leaning back into his seat, Valentine drifted off to sleep. Well, it was more like passing out briefly from exhaustion, but the Incubus would never admit that. Going to sleep meant that he would be invaded by dreams that would torture him, so Valentine did his best to keep himself awake for as long as possible. He was just lucky that all the sex and blood helped hide the normal human signs of exhaustion and fatigue. For the rest of the ride, the man slept silently and free of dreams. Feeling the car come to a stop and jerking himself awake, Valentine waited for his door to be opened before getting out. Brushing the sleeve of his coat as he climbed out, golden eyes looked over the manor with an impressed smile. He had called and spoken to the Mistress on many occasions, and she had promised that she had some interesting characters inside for him. Valentine only hoped that this woman was true to her word and had found someone worthy enough. Walking up the steps and inside, Valentine stated his business to the butler inside, and was soon led into the office of the awaiting business woman. Taking his seat as the door was shut behind him, Valentine smiled pleasantly and the two talked briefly before really getting down to business. After all, the man was here for one reason, and Val wished for this business to be over quickly. Taking a stack of files, the mob boss started to look through them slowly, making sure he read every last detail. When he had reached the last file, the male was starting to believe that it was a wasted trip, but seeing the simple name on the folder slightly intrigued him. Sliding the files back and opening the last file, Val looked at the picture inside and felt as though a bus had hit him.
His heart started to beat hard against his chest as his features slightly paled. Golden eyes continued to look over the picture, making sure he wasn't just picturing things. Looking back at the woman and writing her a check for the listed price and a generous tip, Valentine quickly stood up and requested to be taken to the slave's room. Walking down the long hall of different rooms, Valentine clasped his hands behind his back, trying his best to calm himself down. What if it was his mind playing tricks on him again? It had happened many different times before, so why wouldn't it this time? Inhaling a deep breath and looking at the door, Valentine ordered the guards to stay outside and the Incubus let himself in. Quietly closing the doors behind him, Valentine adjusted his suit and looked up. Golden eyes widened as well as softened, and the Incubus removed his glasses before walking over to the slave."Ichirou... I've finally found you..."Cupping the man's cheek gently, Valentine wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him close and shivering with delight. Smiling gently at him he pressed his lips against the man's in a soft, needy, and longing kiss. A growl rumbled in his chest as his body remembered the way Ichirou felt and tasted, memories flooding back into his mind. Pulling away from him and smiling gently, Valentine ran his fingers through the other's hair. Why wasn't he say anything to him?! Was he angry or displeased with him?"Ichirou... are you not happy to see me? I know that you must be angry with my lateness, but I did try to find you. I promise.."
Stepping away from him, giving him his distance, the man started to feel this nagging sensation as he looked over Ichirou. The man looked like as though... Val's face paled. No... surely not? They wouldn't have been that cruel? Getting a little nervous, Valentine reached out and took Ichirou's hand."Do you know me?"Worried eyes looked into those lovely crystal blue ones, as his heart beat hard and fast. The Incubus prayed that those precious memories weren't gone, but deep down... Valentine had a feeling they were.
StellaLuna Skywind
Posted: Fri Apr 19, 2013 4:36 am
It turned out, that the slaves that he'd decided to visit, were polar opposites. Nikki was warm, bright and clearly full of life. Whereas this.. Ram, was cast into darkness, wreckless (the destruction of the room screamed out at him), and clearly wanted to hide from everything. Looking down at Nikki when he defended his honour, Azazel lifted a finger to his own lips in an action that asked the cute little thing to be silent for now. With a sweet pat on the head, he guided Nikki to stand behind him as he took a slow step forward, pulling off his hat to plop onto Nikki's hair. The ram seemed to be struggling with something, something deep inside him that was trying so hard to escape. To be released. Even though this ram had turned his back to Azazel, the vampire could still see it in his body language, the minute twitches of his muscles, the scent of sweat from trying to keep his body under wraps, trying to keep himself in control. There was much going on with this ram, more than Nikki could possibly know.
Turning around to Nikki again as the ram tried his best to delve into the shadows of the room, he signalled to the younger, shorter male to retreat closer to the door, a stern look on his face. He'd been polite to Nikki because he wanted the Incubus to introduce himself, but thanks to the nature of this place, he'd been shown information on both slaves he was to be viewing. He had knowledge of what Mateo was, and he hoped that this might come in handy. "You are Mateo, da? Ram of the Angels who became tainted?" His tone, while still velvety smooth, held a calming note, a side of Azazel that was rarely shown unless he had to - usually only to benefit himself. And in this situation, taking home this ram was definitely going to benefit him.
"You live in darkness. But you merely adopted the dark; I was born in it, moulded by it. I didn't see the light until I was already a man, by then it was nothing to me but pain." Keeping his distance from Mateo, he had taken a few steps closer to the ram, trying to show the being that he was not afraid, that he didn't want to leave here without him. Beings like Mateo excited Azazel; they were not like the others, they were different in ways that made them fun. That made them delightful to play with. Nikki could easily be used for a little fun here and there, a little bit of self indulgence, but Mateo? This ram had strength. Strength he could put to good use. It had been so many moons since he'd had a good challenge, since he'd put his strength to good use. Why, the last time had been back in Mother Russia, but that was so long ago now... And it wasn't time to dwell on that, he needed the ram to see that he wasn't going to leave without him, that the ram would be getting a brand new home today. Growing ever tired by the second - it had to be late afternoon by now, well past sleep time - he wasn't going to waste time any longer.
"You desire darkness, my life is based around it. You wish to stay here, confined to a room where you cannot hide? I can offer what you cannot have here. I can offer you darkness, a place to hide with someone that can match you blow for blow, match your thirst for the blood... Match your desire for darkness." Risking it all, Azazel had quickly rushed forward, taking advantage of his inhuman speed to ensnare the ram in his arms, pinning the ram to his body as he breathed the last five words into the ram's ear, taking in the tainted blood scent of this delightfully dark soul, allowing his arms to revel in the feel of the ram's bare torso on his flesh. Oh Azazel wanted this ram for his own, he wanted this tainted male all for his own selfish desires. If things in his house got wrecked, oh well. If rooms were destroyed - too bad. He had the money to fix it all up. Besides, the vampire had his own ways of making money again; pretty dark ways, pretty messed up ways, but he would never be less than rich ever. Taking in one more deep breath of the ram's scent, he breathed out slowly, the air brushing the ram's cheek gently. "Come home with me, da? Come hide from the light with me. I can give you what you need."
His words were breathy, the Russian's accent trying to tempt the ram into leaving with him. If he had to forcibly take the ram out? So be it. He wasn't going to leave this precious morsel alone here, Azazel needed this tainted Angelic Ram. He didn't know why, he didn't quite understand it, but he knew he needed this ram. He was a selfish man, he was willing to admit that, and he might have been happy with just Nikki had he been the type of man to be content with the basics. Azazel wasn't that kind of man. Azazel had waited many, many years back in Russia to have the life he was currently living, and he was going to spare no expense. And if that meant buying a slave that would break his furniture, wreck his rooms and maybe cause him grief, then so be it. He had only said he needed the ram to watch Nikki while he slept, but this was no longer the case. Not after seeing the ram's eyes, the aversion to light, the aversion to being around other living beings.
Azazel saw himself. Back when he was still part of his coven. Back when he was drinking blood from plague-bearing rats to survive. How could you leave something behind that bore so much resemblance to what you used to be? Slowly, arms released their hold on the ram, and with a few rushed steps, left space between himself and the male in case something happened, in case the ram decided to lash out. A part of Azazel wanted it to happen, to prove straight up that he could defend himself against all the pent up rage he held, but a part of him hoped that the ram would come to him on his own free will, to take his outstretched hand and start a new life where he could hide in safety. "Позвольте мне взять вас домой. Позволь мне быть твоим темноте. Come, let me take you. Let us share the darkness." Intense blue eyes stared at the ram, trying to will him to take his hand, hoping that he wouldn't have to resort to drastic motives to get the ram home. He'd call a guard and walk the ram out on a chain if it came to it, but until then, Azazel would allow the ram to keep as much dignity as possible, even if he was having a delightful little perv on the topless, angry male.
ooc;; Azazel, stop being cute. You're not cute, you're an a-hole. Stop it XD Blimey, 1200 words and it doesn't even look like it o.o #7E2217 - speaking #736F6E - thinking Currently wearing Translation - Let me take you home. Let me be your darkness..
Did you hear me scream? I can't hold it in {Not anymore}
あたし の さけび きく ですか「Not anymore」
What am I again? Aprincess?OrPsychopath?
あたし だれ？おうじょ？きょしん？
Physical pain burns dimmer than my emotional agony
It's getting hard for me to breathe
いき を できない わ
My tears choke me to death
あたし の なみだ
Maybe I should have never been brought to this earth at all
あたし が うまれた で ない はず
Dying, dying, dying, dying, dying, dying
しぬ しぬ しぬ しぬ しぬ しぬ
Never brought here at all
た で ない はず
Welcome to my perfect world, according to Angelica
かんげいさ アンジェリカ の せかい
It's my turn to run the show
いま は あたし の じかんだ
Next to Cynthia
シンチア もつ
Drew Barlett
The ride to the market probably wasn't what most people would call pleasant. He bumped and shook side to side, watching trees pass through the small window in the cargo part of the truck, the rushing greenery stopping at traffic lights. The truck finally pulls to a stop in the place that Drew assumes to be his new residence until some intrigued buyer wanted to add him to their collection.
The back door was opened, letting bright sunlight into the back of the truck. Drew squinted and looked out at the warden who was letting him out into the day again. The you man stepped out and followed behind the serious looking woman into the building. It didn't look like a slave shop, looked like a nice building from the outside. Inside, the woman told her name and her reason of being her, then passed the slave onto the security and stepped around to the other side of the podium. They immediately checked his stuffed bunny for any stashed weapons or other dangerous paraphernalia, though that was a ridiculous concept to Drew. Why would he bring a weapon? Fighting only brought pain anyway...
He was taken into a large room with doors, through which you could see their occupants through the barred windows on the door. Judging by how lavish each room was, these bars were for the viewing purposes of mistresses and masters. The warden with him stopped at one door and unlocked it with a key on the chain around her neck and opened it, guiding the boy inside. She nodded wordlessly to Drew, then closed the door behind herself, leaving the slave alone.
Drew sighed and flopped onto the large bed. It smelled sterile, but was pleasantly fluffy. In his arms he clutched Patches, stroking one of her battered, partly defurred ears against his cheek for comfort. He might be here a while, or he might be here for only a day. It just depended on the whims of the buyers, some of which were already taking curious peeks into his room. He tried not to pay them any mind, instead staring at the ceiling fan that made endless languid circles and the drone of voices around him. Most of would probably be looking for ones who were companions...or virgins. Neither of those criteria applied to him. However, he was classified as an exotic. That might snag the eyes of the curious who'd like something special in their possession. It only reminded Drew of how he was an item to everyone else. His fingered the star that adorned his velvety collar and sighed, returning his attention to the ceiling fan.
But there's no point in talking at all, if no-one hears me
けど だれも あたし を きくでない
(︶︹︺) Don't worry about me, I'm absolutely fine
Welcome to my Paradise, that's slowly crumbling away
かんげいさ こわれた の らくえん
Now I've chosen to open my eyes
いま め を とじています
Will you go away?
どこ か いけ
Out of Confidence:: 「Well guess what took me like two hours to complete :O I'm pleased with how it came out though」 My Lullaby
Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 7:01 pm
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Bo paced back and forth and back and forth, impatiently in front of the door to his sister and his own's room. "How long are we to stay here like pets!" he said slamming his fist into the wall. "For all I know they could be arranging to separate us! Or an attack on you...If they remove you from this room without me, I can't do anything because of these stupid collars!" he said gripping at his collar.
Eshe looked at her brother as she sat on the bed, jumping at each outburst or hit him made, "Be calm brother, please be calm." she said trying to calm him, "If you keep this up, they may do just that. Please. I'm sure it will not be much longer."
"I will NOT be calm! We are Not pets! And you deserve better my dear sister..." he said turning to look at her, "And I will not sit by and allow you to receive any less."
Eshe looked at her brother with sad eyes, "Brother I am fine, no one has tried anything with me as of current. And I'm sure they locked us in for our safety. Please be still..." she said worried her brother might cause a bigger scene and get them in trouble. She did not want to draw any more negative attention to them. She sighed and leaned against the wall with her back and began to hum her song, lacing it with calming energy so as to calm her brother but not put him to sleep, "No one needs to know how we feel No one needs to understand Cause they can't have a hold on us It's not just any kind of love I know when something is too sacred to touch
They don't see... You're right where I want you and I think You could be... Something that's more than expected Why let this go all the way down from here I'm here.
We both tend to run when we're hurting We both tend not to forgive and forget The past can't have a hold on us For you my heart will give its trust I don't need as much of you I just need your love
They don't see... You're right where I want you and I think You could be... Something that's more than expected Why let this go all the way down from here I'm...
Here you go again Doubting yourself For no good reason You're listening to someone else
They don't see... You're right where I want you and I think You could be... Something that's more than expected Why let this go all the way down from here I'm here."
Bo sat down and rested his chin on his fist and listened to his sister. Her voice being just about the only thing able to ever calm him. He couldn't help but smile, he loved when she sang. Her voice wasn't just beautiful, she was. She always seemed to glow when she sang. ((Song: "I'm here" by Aly and AJ
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xx ▌❤ THERE ARE MOMENTS WHEN, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxEVEN TO THE SOBER EYE OF REASON, xxxxxxx_ ↺ The world of our sad Humanity xxxxx(░░░░ May assume the semblance of a Hell)❤❤❤ xxxxx▬ ❛But the imagination of man && is no ⊹ Carathis xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTo explore with impunity its every cavern.✷ xxxxxxxxxxxxBUT I DO NOT IMAGINE THIS HELLxxxTIS JUST A WORLD YOU CANNOT SEE xxxxxxxxxxxxBUT I DO NOT IMAGINE THIS HELLxxxTIS JUST A WORLD YOU CANNOT SEE xxxxxxxxxxxxBUT I DO NOT IMAGINE THIS HELLxxxTIS JUST A WORLD YOU CANNOT SEE
Desdemona struggled int the arms of one of the workers. They didn't use a large burly man to carry her in but an average one. You see, she was weak, sadly. She was pushed into a small room and left in an unstable mental state. She tried to wipe the dirt from her face but she decided not to bother with it anymore. Wasn't like she had been clean in a while after her first master. She sat, inspecting her feet and legs which were dirty and cut when she tried to outrun the slave drivers. She had ripped off the bottom of her gown so she could run easier but running through the forest while your mind was unstable was not the best decision. Her makeup had run slightly and she had dirt on her cheeks and the rest of her visible skin.
To get it straight, she never tried to escape from her masters, oh no. She would rather be there than in a room isolated from other living people. Besides, she knew she was no good at trying to run away from her masters and the consequences after being caught were too great that she never wanted to risk it. She had only run from the men her master had called to take her away. She ran in hopes of escape from slavery, and yet she failed miserably. She sighed, plopping down on the bed and staring at the ceiling as she listened to her grumbling stomach, hoping to be fed soon. She tried her hardest to focus on calming herself down rather than worrying about other proble,s. She wished she could say she was used to the abuse of all her masters, but she wasn't. Who could be? Maybe this time she'd get lucky, but she had her doubts.
Sitting up, she decided to inspect the room. Her bed seemed decent and it was much better than the bed she had earlier. Looking around, she noticed another door and went to open it, gladly finding a bathroom. She quickly prepared a bath and soaked in the warm water and again, stared at the ceiling. Being clean would certainly give her a better chance at leaving. She absolutely hated being alone and just wished to have a friend for once. Preferably living. She dried herself off and slipped back into her sullied gown and continued to try to get the grime off of her cheeks and from under her eyes, yet a little still remained and she was just too tired to deal with it at the moment. For now, it would have to do. She returned to the main room where she sat upon her bed and silently looked out the window to watch for people coming into the building.
A smirk flew to Caelum's face as the male made an obvious attempt to move, only to end up as a bundle of sheets and person on the floor, although the smirk disappeared from his face as quickly as it had appeared, replaced with the small, inquisitive smile he had initially sported. He nodded with pleasure as the young man in front of him confirmed that he could indeed cook. Caelum wished to make more inquires to the young man about the exact limits and stretches of his cooking skills, but he also wanted to be out of this underground place as quickly as possible. It was quite a predicament actually. Should he take the man's word for it and get out of here, or should he stay until he was certain that the youngling's ability was to the djinn's standards.
He approved of the man's response to his statement - essentially the question he had posed to the young woman who now stood next to him, although certainly worded quite differently - although the words still managed to make him chuckle. "Whether you have the right or not has certainly never seemed to stop humans from trying." he observed, "In fact, such occurrences seem to be behind some rather tragic events of human-kind's history."
The boy's antics were interesting to Caelum, because they told him that there was a good chance this youngling would disobey what Caelum asked of him - present a challenge, something which Caelum searched for, although not as openly. If he wanted things to remain peaceful and quiet in the place he claimed as his home, he would not have come here. Any desires to order around what the djinn considered lesser beings to himself could be achieved through those who chose to work in the realm of service - it was often amusing to see how restaurants would bend over backwards to serve patrons - especially those who numbered among the wealthy. This business provided him with something different - those who had, in all likely-hood, not chosen to be here, and as a result, were less likely to be perfectly obedient.
Caelum frowned as the boy clung to his arm - it was not particularly an action he appreciated. He cocked an eyebrow at the boy's words however and peered down at him. He let him speak his mind before saying anything, although, as he waited, the female he already had turned to chastise the boy for his actions. It seemed the young female and the young male would not be getting along then? It was not something that overly concerned the djinn - it was not his duty to make sure the additions to his treasury would like each other; in fact, the dislike that appeared to be building would only serve to make things more interesting. "It seems you cannot make up your mind on what you would be willing to take from me." he chuckled with a shake of his head as he extracted his arm from boy's grip and turned to the guard, nodding his approval of the boy. "I have no interest in the mating rituals of your kind however." he informed the boy. Although many djinn could imitate the romance humans partook in - and those that were captive were often forced to by their masters - for a djinn to actually feel romantic love for another being was a rare thing indeed. It was not generally the way of their race. After taking another leash from the guard, he turned back to the boy - a ruby, he had decided in his head; it fit with both the interesting color of his hair and eyes as well as how he acted. "I can make no promises not to return you here should you happen to displease me, but once I have accepted something among my treasures, I do not normally return it back to its former place." he informed the boy, "And the little human gem is right my curious Ruby. You should be careful of what actions you choose to take around me, I am not always as lenient as I am right now." although the words and tone were somewhat strict, Caelum was warning both of them. The Djinn's mood could flip-flop, changing as swiftly as the weather, or as slowly, and he did not foresee pleasant circumstances were one of his new treasures to act rashly on a bad day. "I will take you though. You will have to wear this until we have returned to my place however." he stated, speaking of the leash as he bent down to clip it onto the boy's collar. They would not be able to leave until it was on after all.
As soon as the leash had been attached, Caelum happily led the two out of the room at the same easy pace he had set before, pleased to be returning to the parts of the building that lay above ground. He accompanied the guard through the building as the man led them back towards the office of the woman who ran the place, expecting nothing else to happen. However, they were less than half-way there when something brushed on the edge of his consciousness, not only the tinges of a voice, but the feeling of someone attempting to manipulate the winds that belongs to him - and although the fact that it was not the feeling of a creature who should naturally have such an ability, the awareness of this presence managed to be strongly comforting as well as enraging. Part of him wished to ignore the being, continue on before they dredged up memories of things in the past, things the Djinn had laid to rest as well as he could ages ago, but it was not something he could ignore. He made some quick inquired to the guard, who seemed confused at first - as though he was not able to hear the voice - although the man soon became aware of what Caelum was asking about and informed him about the strange pair of twin who lay in one of the nearby room.
Caelum asked to meet them.
Obligingly, the man led the way and unlocked a room that looked exactly the same as the others that lay above ground, although this people had two people in it - a boy and a girl - one of whom was evidently sleeping, the other who was not. "Seeing as your brother is asleep, I take it you are the one who holds the ability to order the winds." he addressed the girl from the door, a twinge of annoyance in his voice, "Tell me, what manner of creature do the two of you claim to be?" As he waited for her answer, one question sat solidly in his mind: should he take them or not? He had no doubts that he had brought enough to pay for all of them, and it was evident that the girl and her brother were something special, but were they special enough to equate with the strange feeling he got from the girl?
Tommy looked at the girl behind the silver haired man and pouted, sticking out his tongue. She was just a slave! What right did she have to tell him what to do! Glancing up at the man again, he grinned at his comment. He let go of the master's arm and watched curiously as the man spoke to a guard. Hearing him say something about mating rituals though, Tommy raised and eyebrow. Had he said something about mating...? Maybe something about perverts but at the same time that was a bit disappointed. Was Tommy honestly expected to be nothing but a cook? That didn't sound fun at all. But at least he seemed to be going home with someone rather than being stuck in this dirty old room.
He glanced up when the man mentioned that there was still a change of Tommy being returned and the slave instantly frowned. He didn't want to come back to this place ever again. He hated it so much! So that gave Tommy no choice but to behave himself. He already knew that his cooking was good enough. It had pleased all of his previous masters so he hoped that the silver haired man would be satisfied with Tommy's cooking too.
His frown turned into a small pout when the man mentioned that his "curious Ruby" would need to be careful of his actions. He made a face at the brown haired girl and his new master. Tommy didn't like being bossed around and hearing that he should behave only made him want yo misbehave even more. For the sake of avoiding the salve shop though, Tommy would behave himself for a little while. If the bossy girl and his new master got too up in has face though, Tommy could always poof away from them once they were out of the shop. The shop didn't allow him to poof around.
With a pout still on his face, Tommy nodded when his master clipped the leash to his collar. Glancing down at the thing, he tugged at it softly. Tommy didn't like the thing. It was suffocating but he ignored it for now and followed his new master and the bossy girl down the halls. Maybe he eventually he would get to know her and be her friend but so far he hadn't gotten a first impression that he liked from her. His new master and the girl would learn soon enough that Tommy hated to be told what to do.
"Oh... My name is Tommy by the way... But if you're going to call me your Ruby of whatever that doesn't matter. But don't call me Thomas or Tom!" the red haired boy said as they walked. He hated to be called Thomas or Tom. It was like something that an old man was called and Tommy was not some old geezer!
The boy glanced at the girl who was also on a leash and tried to talk to her. "What's your name?" he asked as they arrived at another room. It seemed their master was on quite the shopping spree.
Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2013 8:40 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 stuck out his tongue and then pouted when he was told to keep quiet and watched as the male inside the room acted strangely. Nikki didn't quite get it but he stayed beside his master anyways, smiling at the little pat on his head. He shifted behind the man, wondering why he had to stay behind. Was the ram dangerous or something? Nikki didn't bother asking. He could tell from the Ram's words and the strange feeling in the air that he probably was. Nikki just peeked out form behind his master, glancing up and grinning at the hat that was placed on his head. He adjusted it and watched the two curiously. He had been following behind his master and trying to sneak a better peak at the white haired male until he was told to go back to the door. Frowning, he did as told and hung out by the door as he had been motioned to. He stayed behind the wall just in case things got out of control but peeked into the room as Azazel approached the ram. Just what in the world was going on? Nikki was completely puzzled.
He stopped trying to figure it out for now and just listened to their conversation... Well, more like Azazel trying to make conversation.
"Ram of angels...? Tainted?" he repeated mentally. What in the world was a ram of angels and how was he tainted? What? Did he need a bath or something? Nikki made a face but stopped when he realized how nice Azazel was being... Why hadn't he talked so nicely to Nikki? "How rude!" he thought, scrunching up his nose for a moment.
Nikki could hardly understand the rest of what the two were talking about though. All the talk about darkness was weirding Nikki out but he eavesdropped anyways. Seeing his master wrap his arms around Mateo, Nikki huffed jealously. He guessed it wasn't that bad but Nikki didn't like to just stand there and watch the tow either. It was getting boring! Didn't the ram want to get the heck out of this place?! Nikki knew he did! That ram was definitely the boing type if he wanted nothing but to stick around in this old dump and hide in the darkness for the rest of his life while he rotted away in here. It wasn't like he had a choice on whether or not he wanted to go with them anyways. Why didn't Azazel just drag the man's sorry butt out of here so that Nikki could go home and have fun with the two of them?
Neither of the two in his room understood his word, of what their proximity alone was doing to him. They couldn’t begin to understand the torture that he was going through just to keep calm and stay away from them. He could feel the darkness in his blood catch, as if it were its own living being under his skin, sustained by something besides his beating heart. It itched under his skin, wanting to ooze from him and touch the other two in the room. It wanted to go to the strong make most of all, but it would not spare the little turquoise boy either. All it wanted to do was infect. Just like a disease. Just like what it was, and Mateo, being of angelic descent, knew without a doubt that he could not let it touch or infect the other two in the room. Not even if they already had their own darkness to them. He shuddered, his eyes rolling, showing a bit more of the whites in fear as he pulled further away from the two. He was eternally grateful for the blonde male who sent the boy Nikki, further away from him and towards the door. It made him concentrate on the larger male, rather than what would happened to the smaller. That was good. He could do better with one target, rather than worrying about defending two. His body shuddered, and he curled fingers tighter around his arms, bruising the skin where he gripped himself to keep his limbs to him. He would not let them reach out casually and even by chance touch one of the others. Not if he could help it. And currently, he was fully capacitated and in control of himself, so it would not be happening any time soon.
When the larger male spoke his name, Mateo’s eyes shot towards him. He knew his name? And what he was? And even of his taint? If he knew all of these things than why was he still ehre exposing another innocent to this curse? It was terribly irresponsible. If someone had that much information on him, why weren’t they keeping everyone away? How foolish. He couldn’t be sold as property if he would kill and ruin the person who took him. That was just absurd. He’d end up right back where he had started. In this room. Alone. And wishing he was cured and back to where he had began life. Yet the man continued, speaking of darkness, and how Mateo had only adopted it, while the other man had been born into it. Perhaps that was why the darkness within himself wanted so desperately to go to this man and caress him. It wanted to return to a being that held more of it than Mateo did, but the ram was not foolish enough to think that the darkness would actually leave him. No. It wanted to go and regroup, gather more forces, and come back, trying to shut him down for good, until there was not more angelic blood running through his veins. Mateo couldn’t’ let that happen. He shook his head, trying to block out the words the built male was speaking to him. Mateo even let go of his arms to take hold of his ears instead, tugging on them, trying to keep the sound from entering them. He didn’t want to process the words. He didn’t want to cave in and think that this individual might understand him. He didn’t want to get close to anyone, because that meant trusting, and as soon as he trusted someone, something terrible would go wrong. He just knew it. He couldn’t have that. He had to keep himself safe. He had to keep everyone safe from him. He couldn’t simply become irresponsible and let someone take his taint. This was his burden to bear. Even if the male promised darkness, and that he had grown in it, Mateo felt responsible. What if this darkness was a different kind? It would ruin this man, and that could hurt the little turquoise boy. He didn’t want that. He didn’t want to hurt anyone else. He had made a mistake. He wouldn’t let others pay for it anymore.
The man continued speaking, nailing Mateo with his words, as if to a cross or the wall. They were just sounds coming from Azazel’s mouth. Promises. Words that made sense. But they pinned them because they were far too close to home to be comfortable. They were condemning. Damning. Mateo did want to stay confined in this room. Without people. But could this man offer him something he couldn’t find here? No. He wanted to give him more darkness. That’s not what the ram wanted. Just as he was about to protest, Azazel hugged him tightly, and Mateo’s whole body tensed and froze. His eyes were throw wide, very much animalistic in style, his body tense and taught, as if one tug would snap something inside of him. He hadn’t been touched like this since… he couldn’t remember. He just knew it was wrong. His muscles quivered beneath the hold of the male and he stopped moving. He breathed shallowly, panting quickly. The vein in his neck pulsed with effort. Azazel was too close to him. His breath upon Mateo’s neck was too much. The ram’s fingers curled into claws. He made a conscious effort to stay calm. His body was raging within. He looked desperately to the turquoise boy by the door, his eyes narrowing in despair as he looked over the smaller male. At least the smaller male was far away. His body was about to go. The rage was too much, even as Mateo fought. He was going to lash out at this man for restraining him. For not listening to his warning. He wouldn’t be able to help it. It was just going to happen. He’d tried to warn the man. He truly had. He couldn’t help it that the male hadn’t listened.
More words were whispered to him, into his ear, far too close, and Mateo bit his lip, hard, tasting the salty iron of blood, and then the arms were coming off slowly. Mateo took a large inhale of breath, trying to calm himself down. His eyes were closed, and he was envisioning the light within him beating back the darkness. He would stay calm. He had to. He didn’t want to hurt these people. He wanted them to leave him alone. He wanted this strange male to leave him be, and stop insisting that Mateo wanted the darkness. He wanted the light! He wanted to go home to the light! He wanted freedom from this burden of darkness. His body shuddered, and he took another gulp of air, keeping still, inhaling deeply. He had it just about under control when he heard Russian, and then the offer to share darkness. He shook his head and lost it. His eyes snapping open he lunged for the male, ready to beat him bloody. His rage was blind. His head tucked down, as if to butt he male against the wall. He rushed forward and collided with something. He wasn’t sure what it was, but his head hurt. The pain cleared his head and he pulled back, the feeling gone, and only despair left. He pulled back, away from both forms, his version dancing. He looked towards the door, pointing at it. ”Open.. open it.. and just go…. I’m sorry. Just… just go…” He clutched his head and pulled his body into himself. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t endanger anymore people. ”I only…hurt people… just go. I don’t want darkness. I want light. Just go away! Before I hurt you again!” He trembled, completely defeated, his eyes clearing enough to find the turquoise boy by the door. What would he think? Would he hate him for the violence he had shown? Would he go as the ram asked? Mateo wasn’t sure. He just knew that he needed to be left to himself. He couldn’t go home with these people. He wouldn’t. They might drag him out of here, but he’d go back to hating himself for what he was. Couldn’t they see that they were breaking him down? They were just making him suffer more. Why did they want someone that was going to be as useless as he would be?
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Sorry to both of you for the delay D; Again.
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Posted: Wed May 01, 2013 11:27 pm
Truly, Anden didn’t understand this woman one bit. She seemed to think the worst of herself, and insisted it was because that is what she had been taught. That she was supposed to be this huge monster that everyone hated and no one liked. He tried to understand why she felt that way, but she was anything but forthcoming with information regarding herself. It was rather frustrating, as he was trying to be good to her. As well as pleasant. He supposed he could just be silent, and she might enjoy that much better, but he didn’t want to let this pretty wolf lady sit there and think terribly of herself. That wasn’t at all appropriate or worthwhile. She didn’t want to be called Mistress. She simply wanted to be called Sieux. He could handle that, but her thinking that everything that everyone else said to her was true? No. He didn’t understand why someone would condemn her to such a fate that she would be sad or upset at all times. It just wasn’t fair. He looked her over, the urge to touché her begging him to bring his hand up once more, and actually follow through with the commanded plan, but he refused. He didn’t know if she would want to be touched, but he was betting more than not, that she would want to be left alone. After all, he was still a stranger. Just someone she needed. Anyone would have done, but she was taking him to his forest and way from this confinement, so really, he shouldn’t complain. She was doing him the favors, and he should be more thankful for her generosity. He needed her much more than she needed him, so he needed to keep in line and make sure she was happy.
It seemed she also didn’t care about his human mannerisms, and found those who were all similar to be boring. He flinched back internally at this, wondering if he had angered her, or upset her by his comments. He seemed to be continually saying and doing the wrong things. This was his one chance to be free. He cared about getting fee and going to see his forest. His family was out there. He needed to get back to it. He wanted to make this strange woman happy, more than just retuning a favor or a debt. He wanted to see her actually smile, rather than flinch away at the words he spoke. He was trying so desperately hard to say and do the right things that maybe he was simply overdoing it? He wasn’t certain, he just knew he needed to find the right balance. What he was doing now was not working out well for him. Her eyes had caught his movement and she looked at him, as if in disbelief that he would actually make an attempt to touch her. He watched her body for some other sort of signals. He needed to know something of what she was feeling. He needed to know if he was causing her great irritation or if he was doing something right. Reading this female was proving harder than anything he had done before. And of course, it was so important for him to know these things now, rather than when he hadn’t, that he was probably missing them. It was as if the world was against him, ready to flip flop to whatever alignment it chose, jst to see if his failure would amuse the universe. He lowered his eyes, thinking for a moment on how he could actually make a breakthrough. After all, he had said she wasn’t a monster. He saw kindness in her, and couldn’t see how other’s did not.
Yet, it seemed his words on how good she appeared, was not what she wanted to hear. Her ears flattened, and the manner in which she spoke to him became brisk and cool. Nonchalant almost, with a side of disinterest. He had made an error. Again. He wasn’t sure how he had done it, but he was certain he had. She turned away form him then, and he parted his lips, as if to speak to her, but seeing her cross the threshold out of his room, he remained silent. Even the way she walked was brisk, as if she couldn’t wait to escape from him. He paused only a moment before following her, managing to keep up easily with his long legs, but his mind was elsewhere. He wasn’t ready to speak, so he was hoping she wouldn’t. He was certain that if he had to respond to a question or statement that he would blunder it all up once more. He couldn’t keep doing that. It was rather disgraceful, and he simply had wanted to make this female happy. They needed up stopping in an office, and Anden clung to the wall, keeping to himself so that the two women could take care of their business. There was something of payment and paperwork, and even some idle chit chat. Most of it seemed to be about him, and he frowned a bit, keeping to himself before both women seemed to finish. Anden smiled politely to the woman, bowing his head a bit on the way out and followed his snowy haired mistress out the door. The sooner they left, the sooner they would get to his forest right?
Once they cleared an invisible wall that rippled with power, Anden noted that his mistress turned into a white wolf. He had known she would be a wolf, but the sheer size of her was what was fascinating to him. He looked her over, admiring her and smiled gently. How could she not see more worth in herself when it was so clear that she was beautiful and regal and graceful and so many other positive attributes. Instead, he kept his thoughts to himself, hearing her voice and her command, he nodded and looked at her, and then gently found his way onto her back. He settled himself upon her ad stroked tenderly over her head, enjoying the soft feel of her fur. ”Ready when you are Miss… I mean, Sieux. And please tell me if I hurt you.”
Nikki watched the ram, confused. Why did he seem so stressed out...? Nikki couldn't understand at all until the ram turned and their eyes met, making the boy gasp. Nikki hasn't seen such desperate eyes before but for a moment it seemed like Nikki had glanced into the male's spirit... There was so much energy. It was the strange energy he had felt in the room earlier. And there was so much if it... Almost too much. It looked as if there was too much of that strange energy for the ram to handle. Was that what he meant when he spoke about being tainted?
Nikki hesitated and watched as the ram struggled. Nikki didn't like to see this. It was more like the ram was struggling with himself than with Azazel and slowly Nikki began to understand. Being an incubus, he was able to tell how much energy was in an individual and there was just too much in Mateo. The strange energy wasn't supposed to be there and it was taking over the ram... Or at least, it was trying to take Mateo over; trying to make him full of rage.
Nikki's chest ached. He had been told to stay by the door and he didn't want to get into trouble for going into the room but he had no other choice. He was hardly able to stay still when his master had been attacked but when the ram looked at him again, Nikki could almost feel Mateo's pain himself as he looked into those desperate eyes of his.
Master Azazel had been wrong. Mateo didn't want darkness. He was being flooded by darkness and only wanted to get a few breaths of light so he didn't drown in the strange energy; that taint.
"Maybe... I can take some of that strange energy away," Nikki thought. He was an incubus, after all. Energy, whether it was good or bad, was food to Nikki. Sure it might taste different but maybe Nikki could help take away the taint from Mateo while grabbing a few meals?
Without a second thought, Nikki but his lip and walked into the room. He approached Mateo slowly, his eyes still caught onto the ram's desperate eyes. Nikki hoped he wasn't punished for going ini the room after being told to stay away but for now he ignored his master and tried to approach Mateo a little differently.
Nikki went to the man, approaching from the front instead of the back. Instead of pulling him into a restricting hug, Nikki took the ram's hands and looked up at him with light turquoise eyes. "Why are you so scared...?" he asked suddenly, concern flooding his eyes. "That taint master spoke about; the darkness you're so scared of; I can take it away. Only a little at a time but I'm sure I can help you get rid if it completely eventually," Nikki said with a bright smile. He hasn't been so serious in a long time but Nikki didn't seem to notice.
"If you don't believe me, I'll prove it," Nikki added, full of confidence.
Suddenly he leaned up towards the ram, glad Mateo wasn't as tall as Azazel. Otherwise this plan would have been doomed to fail from the beginning. Nikki was almost too small but he managed to lean up and tip toe just enough to press his lips to Mateo's. Maybe it would seem a bit violating but it was he best that Nikki could do to take some of the taint away from Mateo.
As soon as their lips touched he felt that strange energy flow right into him. It did taste different; a little strange of course but at the same time it tasted delicious to Nikki. He could tell that he was eating up the right thing because the energy that flowed into Nikki and warmed him from the inside out had a thick, savory, heavy taste. it was definitely some form of darker energy and Nikki could tell why Mateo must hate his taint. Having so much of this dark energy inside of one individual would be enough of a burden to drive one insane.
By the time Nikki pulled away from the kiss, his cheeks were flushed and he was licking his lips happily. He'd taken enough energy to satisfy Nikki's huge appetite (unlike Azazel's "snack" in the hallway) and, although it wasn't a lot compared to the overall taint in Mateo, Nikki was sure that the darkness Mateo had been drowning in before had decreased noticeably.
"Better?" he asked, smiling. He still had Mateo's hands in his.
"I took a lot of that "taint" out. Maybe not a lot compared to the overall amount you have but you should notice that your burden has lessened. If you come with us I promise I'll take away that "taint" until nothing but light is left in you," Nikki explained. "Don't worry about me getting infected with that "taint" or whatever it is. Stuff like that is just food to me!"
