A whole day had passed since then and the same process was repeated. Opening her blue eyes, blocking out the sun with her hand before pushing herself out of bed and into the bathroom where she undressed, undid her braided pink hair and got into the shower. Even to the point where she emerged from the bathroom after having washed, getting dressed in a comfortable button up shirt and a long flowing skirt with a pair of heels before she went in and blow dried her hair and emerged to make her bed. It was the same routine every day, a boring, but secure routine that she enjoyed nevertheless.
Perching upon the corner of the mattress, she looked out the window with longing. The maid would come tomorrow to tidy up the room and open the window so that she could smell the outdoors again, but waiting was always the hardest part. It always was. Like any other day, Roxy knew that no one would claim her and she would be stuck here for weeks, maybe even months, but it didn't bother her very much. What she wanted more than anything was to be outside again, to be among the vegetation and the trees with the sun on her face and arms and the fresh air in her nose. How she wished she could just open the window and get a breath of that fresh air, but alas... No amount of trying to force the window open would work and breaking the glass had turned out equally devastating, is not more so. She'd been moved to a different room and she could only have her window open once a week now, instead of every other day.
Her fingers reached up and ran through her dried locks of pink hair as her oceanic eyes stared through the paned glass and before she knew what she was doing, she was before the window once more, her fingers on the cool glass. With little more than a push of the hand, the glass shattered and the cool air burst inside the window. Roxanna took a breath of the air like she'd been drowning for years, stuck under the surface of water without air. It made her lungs burn like she'd inhaled fire, but she didn't care that much. Before long, a guard would run in and move her to another room, where the 'three strikes, you're down' rule would be laid down and she would be stuck in the same situation, only this time... There would be no windows opening once a week. No windows opening ever...
The thought drove her to the point of insanity, her hands gripping the window where glass dug into her palms and force blood to well to the surface of her skin and drip down the white painted sill and down the walls. With her eyes closed and her breath coming in deep, needy gasps for air, she was only vaguely aware of the sounds of the door opening and feet pounding into the room. The guard handled her with little care as he all but dragged the elemental from the window and from the room. Roxy wasn't aware of it until after she'd been placed in another room and the door shut and locked that tears were falling down her cheeks and the room she was now in had no windows. Taking a look around her newest prison cell, she waited for the guard to return and lay down the law. The room was exactly like the other two she'd been placed in, but there was no window to see outside. No fresh air. No birds singing... Nothing but the dim quiet and the hurried footsteps of maids as they tried to clean up the blood before it stained the white paint.
Aurora jumped, her eyes flashing closed—as if playing dead would make the unusual man go away. There was something oddly familiar about him, but she honestly couldn’t place it. Looking towards Michael with a wide-eyed gaze. He was still asleep, thankfully, and she was determined to not let anything happen to him. Slowly she sat up, watching the three who stood in the entryway to her room with bright brown eyes and an intelligent gaze. The man seemed very annoyed, his stormy gaze making her a little bit uncomfortable as she slipped all the way out from under the covers, her mostly bare legs pale in the natural light of the bedroom. ”I… don’t know what you’re talking about… Sir.” she commented hesitantly, after a moment’s pause, ”I don’t control wind and neither does my brother. As for what we are…” she frowned, her lips curving in an elegant pout, ”We don’t really know what they made us into, just that there’s nobody like us except us.” While she spoke her lips didn’t move, other than occasionally twitching into a worried frown then back to a neutral expression, making it very clear that her words were being directly communicated to the man—and anybody who chose to listen—through her mind.
Aurora’s eyes flashed to the redhead and the girl behind the one who was obviously “Master”, the odd combo making her curious. The girl was plain—almost impossibly so—and the boy was so… out there. Bright red hair and vivid red eyes that made her wonder if it was natural, and what manner of creature he was if so. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to focus her hearing. With her powers subdued it was impossible to block people out, making it difficult to focus on what she actually heard, and what she heard. Vague thoughts flashed by like cars on a highway and it was quickly giving her a small headache. Her eyes flashed worriedly towards Michael, who slept blissfully unaware of the chaos that had just arrived, before flashing towards the silver-haired man with a dangerous spark. What if he was going to hurt Michael like their last master? Obviously he had enough slaves to do whatever jobs he needed done, so why was he here? She could feel energy prickling underneath her skin, just begging to be released, but there was no way to let it out with the blocking spells on the room. As hard as she willed it she couldn’t push them out of the room; as hard as she tried, those doors remained wide open and the invaders, present. ”What do you want?” she asked after a moment, her voice soft and wary, ”Why are you here?” So far he hadn’t come off as a threat… but who knew, that could change easily enough.
Michael’s eyes slowly opened, his sister’s voice—laced with tight anxiety—breaking through his solitude of sleep. Drowsily he sat up, blinking a few times to try to figure out what in the world was going on. There were people in the room, two of them slaves, and the third engaged with his sister. It bothered Michael that she was so on edge. ”Michael!” Aurora called out, turning and moving quickly towards her brother, attaching herself to his side as she turned her worried eyes back towards the group at the door. ”Who are they?” Michael asked, blatantly ignoring them as he focussed on his twin, ”Why are they here?” Aurora simply shrugged, unable to answer her brother’s questions, moving to stand slightly behind him as he rose to his feet. His eyes were sharp, a dangerous glare flashing onto his childish features as he silently growled. Even if he couldn’t light them on fire, he could still bite and claw at them if he had to. He, as with Aurora, was determined to keep his sibling safe. He’d rather die than let anything happen to her, even if he knew that she would much rather be hurt than see him hurt. ”What do you people want, anyways?” he shot, after a moment, very much aware of his sister’s firm grip on the back of his shirt and his sleeve, ”If you want to take my sister, don’t think it’ll be so easy!” Which, ironically, was the case. They were a pair and if he wanted one, he’d have to take both. If he took both, then Michael would be damned sure to keep his sister safe from any sort of harm.
In the end,as you fade into the night, Who will tell the story of your life?
Zephyr groaned as he was pushed right back into the room he had been bought out of. Great, he thought. Back to square freaking one. He lit up a cigarette, sitting down on the bed and contemplating the wall's pattern very intently. This was the worst bad luck streak he had had in years...no...decades. And that was saying a lot, considering that he was more than a century old. So now, all he could do now was recap how he got back here, starting with his escape from Eve.
He really did like the extraterrestrial woman, and, for a while, he considered befriending her and hopefully earning his freedom to continue his assignment against the local slave ring. But it became apparent that the more he lingered at her dome, the more and more tense and nervous he became. He REALLY wanted to get back on the case, to get back to what he did best: catching crooks and seeing them to justice. So, he stole away from the glowing dome one night, leaving a note apologizing for his sudden departure, and that she was better off without him, that she needed to find someone who was patient, and calm, not a wild card like he was. She would be safer without him around, and explained that the flaw in his kind was that he could not rest once he had a goal, like how the humans' flaw was that they were a complicated and suspicious lot. After signing his final apology, he left her there, leaving with his note a stack of money that was a little more than what she paid for him (The cash was emergency Agency money that he was supposed to use to purchase his way to freedom, but the slave mansion did not allow that, so he was sorta stuck with it) and he stole away into the night, not looking back.
Once he was out, he made his way back to the mansion to do a recon. The first thing he had to inspect was the barrier around the facility, but how....his first thought was that he could simply find the ward on the ground, but he discovered from a little investigation that the wards originated from inside the structure, making any sort of analysis of the wards from the outside impossible. So, he would have to go inside to find the wards.
However, that proved to be more trouble than he thought, mainly because, well, it was on the inside of the mansion, which would surely be guarded. But it was a challenge, and Satan would be wearing an overcoat and snow hat the day he turned down a challenge. It got weird in the mansion though. He only located two guards and the butler, and nothing else. But he still felt something watching him, and it kept him on edge. He knew his presence was known, so that meant time was limited before someone came for him. He looked for locked rooms, blocked doors, anything that was of interest and/or could point the way to the locations of the magic wards and rooms for spell books, potion sets, and other items that the PLEA would be interested in. But then the little luck he had to start with ran out. The omnipotent presence he was feeling must have tipped off a guard, because a blow from behind ended his recon, and while it did not injure him in any severe way, it dazed him enough to be restrained, and marched back to the room he had previously left, which brought him to the present.
With his reflecting done, he sighed and extinguished his now burned out cigarette, lighting up another and continuing his contemplation of the wall. He sorta liked the pattern, he finally decided. It was simple, but made in such a way that it did not leave the wall bland or uninteresting. After that side note, he stood up, pacing the room. He wondered if the headmistress of this joint had any plans for him, or just intended to let him stay here until someone else fancied him. He wished that he had SOME sort of social contact with someone, but as it was, no one seemed interested. So he was alone...again...
And who will remember your last goodbye?
Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid to die.
Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 6:18 pm
Jinxx smiled and giggled with Eshe and flew closer to Eshe and asked "What would you like to play?" Jinxx was trying to get Eshe to talk even if it was in a super soft whisper. Jinxx caught the look that Eshe sent to her brother and she couldn't help doing a small twirl in happiness. Brother could quit passably be able to help Eshe break out of her shell. Jinxx thought to herself. Jinxx gave a small light laugh at what Bo said. They truly would be taking Bo and Eshe underneath their wings. Jinxx smile soon dropped. To Jinxx and her brother their two servants where more than just friends but family, They had help Ashley raise her. They were like her Grandma and Grandpa and she would surly miss them now that they were go from this plain and had moved on to the next.
Ashley smiled at Eshe small squeal. Jinxx always had a way about her that could get the shyest of people smiling with happiness. Ashley looked at Eshe tail and wondered if it was as soft as it looked. He quickly turn his attention back to Bo however as soon as spoke. He also gave a small chuckle at the small pun. But quickly his laugh died at the next question but he answered honestly "We had two servants a husband and wife. I can honestly say that they were more than just friends buy apart of our family like a Grandfather and Grandmother. They helped me raise Jinxx, who was just born when our parents died in a car accident. If it was not for them I would not know what would have became of my sister. They have recently left us to join their ancestors in the next plain."
Jinxx flew over to her brother and changed herself to her full size and hugged her brother around the waist and rested her head into his shoulder. Letting a few stray tears fall into his hair. Ashley wrapped his arm around Jinxx shoulder being careful of her wings and gave her a side hug giving her what comfort that he could. With a small kiss to Jinxx forehead Ashley turned back to Bo. "We will not force you to come with us that is completely up to you two. But we would like it if you became part of our family." Ashley said. As he was saying this he was looking into Bo's eyes.
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~OCC~ I am sooo sorry I got sick with phomoneah and this is the first day that I have been feeling better. I feel so bad I am really sorry.
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OMG no I'm sooo sorry I didnt know, oh i feel soo bad for sending you those messages....My posts will definitely be longer once we are back at their kingdom. Lol just am having writers block when it comes to leaving. So, feel free to just say they followed you to your car and stuff and then I can post first(once you tell me where to post) lol
Bo watched his sister out of the corner of his eye to see if Jinxx would be able to get her to talk. Eshe looked conflicted, part of her wanted to speak. But she just was to afraid to. It had become second nature to her to not speak to anyone but her brother. She looked sadly at Jinxx and then hid behind her tail again. Bo turned his attention back to the male, he nodded. His answer was good enough. "Fair enough answer...I'm sorry to hear of your parents." he said before turning to his sister and looking intent at her, "Alright then, Eshe are you willing to go?" He said, before he found himself smiling softly at Eshe's excited nod. Eshe's eyes lit up at her brother's question, he actually wanted to go to another home? If that was so she would most definitely go. She trusted her brother's judgement and Jinxx seemed nice....and her brother...well something about him made Eshe curious, but it would still take time before she would speak to him...maybe. Bo smiled and turned back to Ash and Jinxx, "Well there you have it, we'll go. Our things are already packed, we always keep them packed. You never know when you are going to have to leave abruptly." he said meaning the times he's gotten them in trouble and they've had to run.
Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 8:04 pm
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The mansion was larger and even more open than she had originally though it would be, much cleaner than the other slave shops that she had visited and... There were no other demons to stare at her because of her wings and horns and her tail. Slowly, the Hallows eve spirit made her way into the grand foyer and looked around before trekking to the office and grabbing a few files from the head mistress. Beatrix wasn't looking for anything in particular, something that she could have a good time with and not in the horizontal kind, but maybe... A companion of sorts? Even if they didn't have a companion tag on their collar, she was open to the possibilities since the star was her only requirement.
After glancing through the files, she returned them to the head mistress and began her accent of the stairs and into the hall of doors that led to the slave rooms. After poking her head in a few rooms, exchanging a few words with some of the other slaves that were a bit less interesting and uneventful, she found herself simply ghosting through the hallways, red eyes fixed on nothing in particular. Until her feet suddenly stopped in front of a door and she looked down at the black leather boots that went up to her calf. Silently, she wondered why her feet had stopped, but her mind wandered from the fleeting thought as if it too, had a mind of it's own. Her eyes shifted to her tight and faded blue jeans and her white wife beater. Her hair was pulled back into a braid of orange-red hair and fell to the back of her knees, but some of the strands strayed to frame her gentle face. Typically, Trixie didn't dress like this. She was usually all about dark and brown colors since she lived to garden, but yeah... The whole first impressions thing kinda stuck with her.
With a deep inhale and exhale, she lifted her eyes from her body and to the door that was on her right. Red orbs caught the handwritten note, describing the slave behind the wood and she understood. The world worked in mysterious ways, did it not? Like her cat? Or her mother? Or maybe even... Her new best friend? Not so sure, but perhaps... With a light knock, Beatrix opened the door, her nerves chewing at her and making her bite her lower lip. There was no answer, no real sounds inside that she could hear, but then... Her hearing wasn't so good after her car ride from her home. Taking a few steps into the room, she briefly worried that she was too late. With a soft sigh at her bad luck, she turned and sat on the bed, running her fingers over the extravagant fabric. In fact, all the rooms seemed to have an over the top look that made her think that the lady of the house must be pampering the slaves so that when they got broken and treated like trash, they wanted to come back here. Made sense, in a sick sort of way, she supposed.
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 9:03 pm
There is nothing to fear...
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The water ran down his back in steady flowing rivers and messed with his soggy hair, parting it in different ways. He let the water run until it got cool even at the highest temperatures. By now he'd already scrubbed his skin til it burned all over. He heard the click of his room's door opening, then closing. He didn't hear anything, so whoever it was must've peeked in with curiosity, only to find an empty room. He flicked off the water flow with a smile.
He grabbed a small towel and draped it over his sopping wet tresses and dried his upper body before wrapping his body towel around his waist. Arcaeo stepped out of the bathroom and jumped with a shocked yell. There...there was a girl in his room! And she hadn't been there before he left for a cleaner future. Why was she here...It was then that he noticed the high quality of her clothing and sighed with relief and apathy, disregarding her curious stare. Just another mistress after his head. Just great.
"Yes, can I help you? Why are you here? And can you leave so I can get dressed?"He hissed with no hints of warmth and welcome in his tone at all. He gripped the sides of his towel and walked to the opposite side of the bed, grabbing his clothing. He glared at her, then turned towards the door from which she'd come, wishing she'd just go back through that door. He didn't mind it here, he'd only been here for about a half hour. The shapeshifter hadn't even had time to enjoy a nice dinner.
Slow streams of water trickled down his neck, bothersome as this strange woman was. She was short, well not too short, considering they were about the same height give or take a centimeter, and seemed way young to own anything other than a chihuahua. There were small horns jutting out from the sides of her head, and he had the urge to feel them and her tail."Are those things real? On such an adorable looking girl? You're too much of a princess to be toting those kind of demonic taints."Arcaeo mumbled to himself. He found himself nearing her, scrutinizing her physique, stature, the amount of body fat and muscles, and how strong she might be. It shouldn't take him too long to get her silent, and if push came to shove he could always tear her throat out. That's an easy way to scare away potential buyers.
Ⓞut Ⓞf Ⓒontrol ↔ Sorry, tried to give you body, but I'm tired. I'll try harder next time xP
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...but fear its self
Saphire_L_Fox
Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 9:35 pm
⊱⋘•·.·´¯`·.·•·.·´¯`·.·•·.·´¯`·.•·.·´¯`·.·•·.·´¯`·.·•·.·´¯`·.·•⋙⊰ I am going away for a while, I'll be back, don't try and follow me. I'll return as soon possible. You see, I'm trying to find my place. And it might not be here where I feel safe. We all learn to make mistakes. And run from them, from them, with no direction. And run from them, from them, with no conviction. 'Cause I'm just one of those ghosts. Traveling endlessly. I don't no roads, in fact they follow me. And we just go in circles. ⊱⋘•·.·´¯`·.·•·.·´¯`·.·•·.·´¯`·.·•·.·´¯`·.·•·.·´¯`·.·•·.·´¯`·.·•⋙⊰
As the sound of someone's surprised yell echoed in her ears, her sharp red eyes snapped up to the man, wide and shocked that someone was actually in the room. Man, she really needed to turn her music down or put the top up on her car. One or the other... Possibly even both, considering she hadn't even heard the shower running or the male coming from the bathroom until he stood in the doorway. Her heart was skipping due to the shock to her system and she was confused, but curious none the less. He was about the same height as she was with black hair and silver blue eyes, piercings in his lips and nose, but none of it seemed to turn her away, but then she noticed his 'attire' and looked away. Her eyes soaking in anything she possibly could as the wallpaper became the most interesting thing in the room.
Get up and get the hell out of here, Trix. Do you really want a man changing in front of you? She argued with herself. Looking down at her feet again, she wondered what the hell was wrong with her, but as the male spoke to her, she glanced up at him again with those red orbs of hers. "I didn't know anyone was in here. I apologize for the disturbance." She said politely, her voice soft compared to the usual volume of it, even though everything seemed so quiet to her at the moment. Turning her eyes away from him once more, she became transfixed on the carpet next. The modesty wasn't for her, more for him, since as a demon who grew up in hell, nudity didn't bother her too much, but that wasn't the point.
His words, however, stopped her train of thought stopping dead as a train hitting a concrete wall. Beatrix turned her head slowly to look up at him, her tail flicking around behind her. A small smile crept onto her lips, mischievous as her eyes narrowed slightly, the once shy and polite face disappearing slowly into a face more suited for her species. "Yes, they are real and I am a demon, a Hallows eve spirit, to be exact. And I thank you for the compliment, but I am not really the princessy type. I prefer getting down and dirty in the garden." Her voice had transformed as well, from quiet and reserved to playful and coy, but as she stood, her wings gave a flicker of movement and she went for the door to give him the privacy that he wanted as he started to circle her. He was sizing her up like a shark might size up a fish or a disturbance on the surface of the ocean, but she paid it no heed.
Strutting to the door with a sway to her hips and confidence that was backed up by the fact that it was the second night of the full moon, Beatrix sent him a glance over her shoulder before she spoke. The cocky smile on her face and the glint in her eye sent the message for him to try what was going through his mind, but that he would have little success. "I will not stand in this hallway for more than five minutes, so get dressed or risk being walked in on. I'm not known for my patience and modesty is a human trait." Trixie told him before opening the door, going out and shutting it behind her. Looked like her feet had led her right to the spot that it seemed she wanted to be.
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"Why is it that when I tell people I'm a Nogitsune, the first thing they think is Evil?
Serenity almost whimpered when she saw the door closing and just about made a break for it, but seeing the guard's feet posted right outside it made her hesitate. The girl had to cover her mouth to keep from crying out in surprise when she felt the sudden weight on the bed above her, pressing down on her back. Freezing and daring not to move, she squeezed her eyes shut and hid her face behind her hands, not realizing that her tail was still poking out from under the bed. She waited a few seconds, not hearing anything then jumped when the springs in the mattress squeaked as whoever had jumped on it got off. She dared not turn her head, not wanting to make any noise and stayed still, hoping he wouldn't bend down and see her. Jumping a little when she felt something touching then petting her tail, Serenity gritted her teeth to keep from making any noises even though he had discovered her. She didn't want him to know how scared she was. Once he started scratching, she couldn't help but relax a little, enjoying the attention. Serenity felt him stop the scratching and waited nervously, opening her eyes and slowly turning her head to see what he was doing now. She didn't have the time to realize what was happening though when he suddenly yanked on her tail. With a yelp, the girl bolted out of the opposite side of the bed and ran straight into the wall, her ears flat against her head. Wincing and holding her head, she whimpered and slowly opened one eye, watching the bed warily. "Ow....what did you do that for?...." She said quietly, her tone almost pouting. The girl hadn't done anything wrong...so why had this person pulled her tail? She hated that and would have attacked him if she hadn't been so terrified and trying to get used to this new place. Serenity had been thrown into this room and not even twelve hours had gone past before someone was interested in her. She didn't know how the slave trade worked and didn't want to know, having heard so many stories about abused slaves or ones who were used for nothing but pleasure. Just the thought of that made her shudder and she began heading towards the bed to crawl under it again, not wanting to be caught out in the open
I am not evil, I am merely mischievous, there's a big difference you know!"
Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 5:24 pm
As they were walking through the halls, the young red-headed male had introduced himself. At his request of what not to be called, Caelum couldn't help but chuckle. "I have half a mind to call you by those names now that you've told me not to." he informed the boy in a teasing manner, "I have a passion for gems however, and you strike me as a ruby."
Now in the room, Caelum raised an eyebrow as the girl tried to feign sleep. it was a useless endeavor, as Caelum could simply have waited for her to awaken, or woke her up - had she actually been asleep. "If you seek to play a waiting game, now would not be the time to do so - I am not much in the mood for out waiting a lie." he informed the girl. Soon enough, the girl shot a look at her brother before sitting up and regarding their party. His eyes met hers, holding elements of idle curiosity, but also curiosity of a more dangerous type, one that said her answer could prove dangerous to her should it not be to his liking. As her voice filled his mind, he frowned, his eye narrowing slightly. Before he could make a comment however, the girl continued. A smirk broke out onto his face. They were the only one of their kind. That meant something, especially to a djinn who - like many djinn - collected rare treasures. These two were unique; and not unique in the manner that an individual or a sentient species was unique, but truly unique. The only one of themselves and the only ones of their kind - whatever that might be.
Her insistence that she did not control the winds worried him, as he had definitely sensed someone at least attempting to do so. Had he gotten the wrong room? He knew that she had at least telepathic abilities, as that was how she was communicating with him.
As the girl turned her eyes to the two he had already bought, he took a moment to observe her. Both her and her brother were rather plain-looking, much like the female he already had: Brown hair and brown eyes, but there was also something almost "otherworldly" to them. They looked like they belonged from a time long past. They certainly weren't ordinary humans, if they were human at all. There was something almost vaguely familiar about them as well, but the djinn ignored that. It was quite possible that he had run into others that looked like them in the past. He had lived a long life.
"If you do not know what you were made into, how could you know for sure what it is you control?" he asked the girl.
Behind them, the guard realized that there was a high chance of the silver haired male purchasing these two as well, and if he chose to, the guard would not have enough leashes on hand. Walking up to Caelum, he tapped him on the shoulder and muttered in a low voice that he was going to fetch some things and he would wait outside the room, instructing Caelum to knock on the door when he was finished. Caelum smirked and nodded his understanding and the man left the room, closing the door behind him.
Turning his attention back to the girl, he tilted his head at her question. "I told you why I came." he informed her, "I wished to know what you were and how you control the winds. You have answered one of those questions, although the other remains open with reasonable doubt."
He paused slightly, knowing what question was sure to follow given his answer. "As to why I have remained, well that is simply a matter of the fact that you have intrigued me. I am considering whether or not to purchase you."
The girl was immediately distracted by her brother's awakening, and Caelum remained silent, allowing them to interact as he considered the boy. Whereas the girl had been cautious and nervous about Caelum's actions and intentions, Caelum could tell that the boy was protective - potentially dangerous if he wanted to be. This fact didn't bother the Djinn, he had no qualms with danger. In fact, the djinn found the boy's protective glare nothing more than amusing. He smirked at the boy while resisting the urge to laugh. Did he think he was intimidating?
He let the boy speak, before shaking his head with mild disappointment. "You are aware of where you are, yes?" he asked, What do you think I want?."
He stopped, as though seriously considering the boy's thinly veiled threat. "And what if it is you that I wish to take?" he asked, "Would you have an issue with that? Or do you not care about yourself?" he shrugged and stared the boy down, his eyes challenging. "It seems." he started slowly, "That I have been issued a challenge. If you wished for me to leave you alone, it would have been better for you to keep silent and let your sister speak. There might have been a possibility that the novelty of having two unique beings in my household might not have been enough to sway me from the clash our abilities seem to have. Now, I think that is no longer an issue." The light that had begun to sparkle in his eyes clearly stated that this was suddenly some kind of game to him; one that he was determined to win, although the rules or goal of this game were not clear at all.
Arcaeo had sat down on the side of the bed farthest from her. He gave an amused smile, listening to the princess type babble about what kind of awesome sauce demon she was. She still looked like a little sissy that he could pin to the floor in a few seconds."Down and dirty? That could be taken the wrong way. Lucky for you I don't have that kind of perverted mind."He let a smug smile cover his lips. Such an innocent looking girl, no matter how powerful, could easily attract the attention of some strange people. She needed to watch her mouth, and maybe carry a weapon or two.
He watched the Hallow's Eve demon walk back towards the door she'd come from. Finally he'd be alone again. But when she spoke, he found this serenity would only be temporary. He sighed, but began stripping his towel off his air-dried body, yelling at the already shut door.Thanks. I'd have changed even if you didn't leave, but privacy is nice.He considered locking the door behind her, making sure that she couldn't become interested and steal him away from here. But he discovered, to his dismay, that there was no lock on the door leading out into the market. He let out an agitated sigh and looked grudgingly at the door's brass handle. So much for that simple, almost fool proof plan. He'd been so close to escaping her curious looks and the possibility of her purchasing him for her personal use. Who knows what a 'cute little demon' could want with him.
If he had to face her again, he might as well make himself look somewhat presentable. He took the clothing he was wearing before and replaced them on his body, starting with his boxers and working his way up. When he pulled the blue tank top on, he walked over to the door and knocked a couple times, signaling his finishing of dressing, before stepping into the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and fixed his still dripping black hair and replaced his facial jewelry. He looked himself over and gave a self-approving huff, smiling softly. He walked back out into the bedroom area, flopping back on the all too fluffy bed, stretching out languidly and waiting for the demon to return.
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...but fear its self
Saphire_L_Fox
Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 2:16 am
♤ ♠ ♤There was a young man standing before him. Something told him the words that would best describe his features were boyish. There was anger lining his face. Pity was not a part of that picture. Just rage. His eyes were without color. Just dark shadows. The whole room was in shadows, but he knew that his heart was beating and his nerves were gripping him, steeling against him, making him want to bolt from the room, but somehow he knew that would be even worse than sitting and watching the male’s anger. At least the anger would be uncertain. It could be rash and violent and over in an instant, or it could turn into a torment. If he ran, there would be only torment. There would be no hope of a quick escape. And so he sat, his legs folded beneath him as he watched the male gesture, his throat working as if he were making a harsh call, and he flinched back, even though in the shadows, he heard nothing. How odd, that this face and this male seemed so familiar, but he was certain he had never seen him before. Not in real life. Dreams, of course, this shadowy male haunted. The shadows ate up his features, making him indistinguishable against the backdrop of the room, which also looked familiar, but just as unfamiliar as the shadowy male. There was another coming in now. A shaky feminine figure. She passed a glance towards the angry male, and then at the face that could not be seen. The one who was experiencing all this. She let her gaze linger on the angry male, his mouth working angrily, as if making a sharp command. The female cringed and only nodded. That was when everything started to pick up pace.
♤ ♠ ♤ From nowhere, there were two people, holding his arms back as the female tentatively approached, kneeling before his face. He didn’t want to look into that feminine face. He didn’t want to see those shadowy pits starting back into them. He didn’t want to see mist or vapor reaching out to touch him, so he fought against the hold, only to be clung to tighter. This fighting seemed to amuse the strange male in the back, and he tilted his head back, his mouth open and chest heaving, as if he was giving a laugh of great mirth. The held figure trembled, his lips forming begging words. ‘Don’t do this. You don’t want to do this. Please. It’s a mistake. It can be fixed. Don’t break this. ‘ That was all he had time to say before the female took his face in her palms, focusing his face on her own. Soulless pits claimed his glance, captured him; invited him in. He struggled to pull away, but her hold was firm. She mouthed something and then her lips touched his, and he was lost in a sea of darkness and pain, falling deeper, until he couldn’t remember the pain, until it was nothing but darkness and despair and cold. His lips opened but no sound came out. He clawed at the air, threads and thoughts unraveling as he tried to hold onto them. It seemed as though the harder he tried, the more they escaped his grasp. He tried desperately to get back to where he was, trying to rise instead of fall but it was no use. The darkness had him and he was falling, and falling, and falling….
♤ ♠ ♤ The silver haired male awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright in the small bed that had been allotted to him. His heart beat in his chest, rapid and fluttering, as if it were a live creature that needed to be set free before he could ever hope to breathe normally again. He clutched his hands in the sheets of the bed and pushed his feet off the side of the mattress, forcing himself to stand, even though his muscles protested. Something from within him growled and shifted, clawing at him as if to take over but he shook his head firmly and closed his eyes, willing the beast within him to calm down and go back to slumber. Unwillingly, it obeyed and pulled back from the surface it had so claimed within him. The truce was only temporary, and the silver haired male knew that better than anyone. Eventually, he would give into it’s embrace and turn himself over to the beast’s control, not today was not the day for it. He heaved out a sigh and scrubbed at his eyes. This was not the first time he’d had the dream. He didn’t know why it returned, but it never changed. And it brought just as much dread and fear to his stomach as did the idea of being sold off to another being that would use and abuse him until they grew tired of him. He knew that was why he was once more in a house with a door that locked from the outside. He was meant to be complacent while he was here. He would wait and be bored until someone decided that they would rule over him and take him to a new place. He would have no choice, of course, and would have to follow where they lead. It was the same every time. And the novelty he brought would wear off, and he would end up back in one of these rooms, locked in until another came along.
♤ ♠ ♤ He shook his head, unwillingly to let himself wash and wade in misery. At least he was safe form the male in his dream. And the female as well. She had done something to him, but he didn’t know what. She had done it because the male had told her to do it. Neither one of them were safe, and so he would bide his time and wait. Because if he were free, he could very well end up right back in their clutches. He didn’t want that. He was afraid of them. He was afraid of pain. That was the first experience he remembered. The absolute pain that his body bore when they had pulled him from the ground. His skin had been a riot of colors, yellow, green, brown, purple, blue, black, red. There had been so much that he had lost consciousness all over again. He wasn’t even sure what was awake, and what was dreaming. At least, he hadn’t known until the woman had come for him. A strange female with dark hair who had touched him tenderly, as if he were a piece of art. And that was what he had been to her. Just a piece of art in her gallery. There were others at her home. Strange creatures, pinned up, or caged. Hound to posts, holding terrible poses. He had been her favorite for a time, because she had desired to lay with him while he had to wear fur. While the beast resided over him. And he had had no choice but to let her, even though her touch felt wrong, and he felt dirty. When she had asked if he enjoyed it, and he had answered her truthfully, he had been pinned in a wing of her house, imasculated and humiliated, left for others to come and look over him. The woman had even made a demonstration out of him, torturing his flesh with tools as well as her bare hands. And when she had pitied him enough to return him to her side, she had crooned to him ’My beloved Rowan. My darling Ro. Don’t you dare disappoint me again.’
♤ ♠ ♤ And that was the story of the discovery of his name. The woman, of course, had found another beast to become enamored with, and had tired of him, but instead of pinning him up in her gallery once more, she had done away with him completely, shipping him off elsewhere. And she had only been the beginning of the cycle. Every time it was the same. Hands and touches that were not pleasing, voices and words that could not possibly have belonged to his life, though he knew no reason why any of them would sound off. He couldn’t even remember what was right. The only thing that seemed to make sense was the name he was called. Ro. Or some form of it. More often than not, it was lengthened to suit his Master’s desire. Roland. Rowan. Rocco. Roald. Roark.Rolf. Roul. But none of them were right, so he simply adopted Ro as his name. He had closed his eyes to those who had thought to make it any different, but had gone along with where his life led him. There was no point in fighting it if he was safe form the shadowy male and female. At least these people who sought to keep him locked away for their own devices would be stingy enough not to turn him over to the strange male and female. Or at least he hoped. His thoughts tangling too much, he stood and shook his head, going for the bathroom, he showered quickly, scrubbing himself clean as if he could rid himself of the memory of the dream as well as the fear and the uncertainty of his life. He had no memories. How could he even call this life? He knew only small bits and parts. It was maddening to be so confused at all times, but he was struggling to keep forward.
♤ ♠ ♤ Sitting on his bed once more, he turned his gaze towards the ceiling and then out the window. Outside was a nice place, even if there were frightening people out there. He wouldn’t mind seeing the outside world again. He was thinking about going to the door to see if it was always locked when he heard it click open. He sat still, trying to calm his beating heart so it would not run away without him. He couldn’t look. What if it was the male or the female who had hurt him? What if they had finally found him? This panic set in every time one of those doors opened. He tentatively turned his gaze to the being who had walked in through the door. There was a waft of expensive something from the newcomer, but Ro’s thoughts were immediately drowned out with the words the man spoke. Ichirou. He played the name over and over a few times in his mind. Was that his true name? And what did this male mean that he had finally found him? Ro stiffened, his eyes frantically scanning the new comer’s face and stature. It didn’t match the male from his dream, but why was this male looking for him? Ro didn’t have much time to think over it before the male was pressing his lips to Ro’s own, capturing his breath and face. Ro was stiff behind the advance, his eyes opened in shock. His heart fluttered, fear racing about him as he looked over the man when he broke off the kiss. The male had been shivering! He’d been feeling something beyond what Ro had ever felt. The silver haired male pulled back a little, his eyes guarded as he looked to the strange newcomer. And yet, the golden eye’d male ran his fingers through Ro’s hair while the tiger bristled within him.
♤ ♠ ♤ When the man spoke again, he used that name again. Ichirou. It tickled something in Ro’s mind, feeling strange to him. But the questions confused Ro even more and he frowned deeply, his brow pressing down towards his eyes as he studied this strange golden eyed man. Something changed in his face, and the golden eyed man looked harder somehow. He took Ro’s hand and asked a simple question. ’Do you know me?’ Ro looked at him a few more moments before pulling his hand back and pulling himself back further from the golden eyed man. ”I don’t know you.” He was sure when he said it and frowned, his eyes clearly confused and trying to work out the puzzle of the man before him, but unable to do so. He shook his head and closed his eyes, putting his head in his hand and sighing softly before looking up at the male once more, uncertain how he was supposed to react to this golden eyed man who breathed power like a fragrance. Was he dangerous, or was he to be trusted? Ro truly didn’t know. He just knew confusion, which wasn’t exactly knew. Maybe if he was patient, something would reveal itself. That was all he could hope for.
♤ ♠ ♤ OoC: I'm too lazy to make another layout. lol. So i hope this one is okay ;3
Even in the deepest darkness one will always find light
Willow was suprised to see what came out from under the bed. To think the fluffy orange thing was really a tail! The fact that Willow was suprised is no shock due to his lack of intelegence. Willow studied the girl she seemed to be a fox girl. Willow had never seen such a person before. That way saying something. This boy was half angel, and half demon. He has seen much this world had to offer in the realm of people. This woman was new to him how ever, he was fastinated by her.
Seeing this girl in pain made Willow frown. He did not mean to cause any harm to the girl. Infact he did not even know the fluffy thing was attached to her. While he thought the fact she ran in to the wall like a ball launced from a coil was funny. He still felt really bad about it. Just because she was a slave did not mean she was not a person. It means she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Willow desided if he "adopted" her he would not treat this girl like a slave. Willow was not rather fond of the idea of a slave. He would prefer the term companion since that is what he came here to find. Someone to keep him company in this lonely world so that he would no longer feel the cold sting of being alone. "I am sorry if I hurt you. I was just curious as to what that thing was sticking out of the bed." Willow said slowly walking closer to the girl. He could clearly see she was scared and in a defencive position right now. He wanted to show he could be her friend. That was untill she began bolting for under the bed again. Willow knew if she made it back under the bed it would be hell to get her out again. "Please forgive me." Willow said as he grabbed her by the back of her shirt when she passed him. "I am sorry if we got off to the wrong start. Please do not hide again." Willow said holding the back of her shirt still. "I am sure if you give me a chance we could become friends. Not only that if we do become friends I can take you out of here to a much better place." Willow said hoping to try and calm her down..
SurcoFenice
Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 4:47 pm
It was quite shocking how beautiful the Lady was. All pinks and creams, beautiful as a rose that hadn’t been picked. Something tenderly budding it’s head, searching for the spring that would come and bring it into it’s true nature and grace. Shay watched her carefully, taking in her reactions. She didn’t seem hostile in the least, which seemed to correspond to the disgusting collar that hung around her neck. Her features were delicate and she moved with an unerring grace that made him happy. His people would very much love her. She was not that different from his mother, who had been beautiful, kind, and compassionate. She had led her people peacefully, bringing them out of their shells forged with fear and distrust. She had been kind to her people and showed them that a monarchy was very different than tyrants sitting upon a throne. She hadn’t been afraid to get her gowns or hands dirty. She had gone out and tended fields, children, and even those who could not afford the finely spun gowns of wormsilk. She had given children finely spun gowns so that they too, could feel like princesses, even though they had been born to lower levels and would most likely never be royalty. But above all, she had given the people hope and happiness. This is what this female would give to his people once more. A light in the dark that would bring them out of the despair they had fallen into. She would not replace his mother, but she would be someone new, very similar, that would lead them to a new era of happiness and harmony. Shay had plans already, and his heart was desperate for her acceptance. If she turned him down, he wasn’t sure what he would do, or what would become of his people. IN the simple moment of looking at the beautiful woman, his heart was ensnared.
Hearing her voice, a musical sound like bells, or the summer breeze, Shay smiled softly. He was already kneeling, but her concern for him made his heart smile. He hadn’t thought he would be able to feel this way about a Lady. Any lady, for that matter. But here he was, looking for a diamond in the rough, and he had found something so much more precious. As he spoke, she seemed to become a tad nervous. He couldn’t blame her. He was making huge offers that would become commitments. He was not being deceptive however. He meant every word he was saying. He would take her from this place, however nice it was. It was still a cage, and princesses did not belong in cages. Once he had finished, he watched her, his eyes full of raw hope and vulnerability that he normally schooled and did not display. He wasn’t sure why he was being so open with her, he just knew that it was right. Of course, he had forgotten one major thing. TO tell her that he was a prince, but that was even better. She didn’t need to know. She didn’t need to worry about the duties that would come with knowing him and being with him. A second thought spurned him. He was offering her safe keeping and a home away from this place. That did not mean that she would be happy to actually end up with him romantically, or that she even wanted to. It just meant that if she accepted that she would be leaving this place with him. That realization curled inside him and made him look at her without so much vulnerability. Would she even want to be within him? Or did she only see him as her passage to freedom? He wasn’t certain, and didn’t think he could be, but he would do his best to make the situation beneficial and good for this pretty princess.
When she responded, telling him that she was no longer a princess, sadness danced in his features. He studied her gently, listening to her speak, and tell of losing her rank because of the collar around her neck. It saddened him deeply to know that she thought of herself as something less than what she was truly supposed to be just because of a disgusting shackle. She even touched it tentatively and let her fingers fall away as if there was no hope. Shay frowned deeper, watching her. How had they broken her spirit? Did they not see how beautiful and graceful she was? Why would anyone do such a thing? But he knew the answer before anyone had to say it. Because that’s what people liked to do. They took down those who were innocent and pure for dirtier deeds, because they were already dirty and could not stand to be the only ones sullied. When she continued, stating that she only wished to go outside, her brought a soft smile back to his face, nodding his understanding. To be outside these walls was something that was peaceful. And if she only longer to be outside, then she might very much enjoy where she was going to live, given it’s compound like nature that surrounded all everything and everyone in green. He smiled softly to himself and looked up at her when she gave him her name. Elouera. Or Ellie, for short if he preferred such. A fierce protectiveness washed over him and made him certain that he would not allow any other to call her Ellie. Only he would have such luxury. Instead of saying that out loud, he smiled and then tenderly took her hand in his own, breaching conduct, thought he knew it was wrong.
”Elouera….Ellie… Ladies are always princesses. No matter what. It does not matter that they shackled you. I will remove it. You will be a princess once more. I will take you away from this place, to the outside. I will give you everything and anything you ask for. I will correspond with your father if you wish. I will take you to him if you so wished, as long as you promised to stay with me. I…” He blushed once more, uncertain of the words which he should be speaking. It sounded like a sentence. He didn’t want to make Ellie think he was taking her form one cage to another. ”I would just like to see your happiness, my Lady. Even if it is not with me, and you wish to return home, I would hope that you would see my home as a home for you as well. If you wish to come with me, I will take you now form this place. The sooner we leave, the sooner I will remove the shackle from your body, and return you to the glory that has been hidden from you.” He smiled, standing and offering his hand to her once more. If she took it, he would leader her away from this room and this house. He would pay her price and then tear the contracts, giving her freedom if she so wished it, even though selfishly, he hoped desperately that she would remain with him in his home. After all, it was a forest, wide as could be seen. And he would make her happy, as she would heal his people. He saw so much brightness in the future, and hoped desperately that she would simply allow him to take her away from this place and to his home where she would flourish. If only she would take his hand, they would be on their way.
"Why is it that when I tell people I'm a Nogitsune, the first thing they think is Evil?
Cowering a little against the wall she had run into, Serenity watched him warily, her eyes wide and breathing fast, trying to figure out a way to get past him. When he spoke to her she clamped her mouth shut, refusing to speak. Then the girl turned her head and headed for the bed but Serenity didn't realize the male had a hold of her shirt until she tried running once he had gotten closer, making her choke. Gasping in surprise, the girl struggled, grabbing his hand and digging her nails into it, trying to make him let go. Once that didn't work she snapped her head around and bit down, too scared to think that he might instinctively hurt her to get away. She didn't care, she herself wanted to get away from him as soon as he had grabbed her shirt. The girl could taste blood in her mouth and knew she'd broken his skin. Quickly letting go once she realized what she was doing, Serenity whimpered, her ears flat against her head and crouched down low, her body tense and shaking. She didn't know where to go, his grip on the back of her shirt had prevented her from going under the bed again and she pulled back against it again, wondering if her bite had weakened the hold. There was no other place to go for even a remote feeling of safety. She had figured out the bathroom door wasn't able to lock, probably preventing other slaves from closing and locking the door if a potential Master or Mistress came or if the guards needed to do something and the walls were bare except for some bookshelves. There wasn't even a closet to hide in and under the bed was the best place she could think of to go for safety. "L-Let me go." She finally said, her eyes starting to water a little and her voice quivering in fear.
((it's a little shorter than 400 words but I couldn't think of anything else to write >.<))
I am not evil, I am merely mischievous, there's a big difference you know!"
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