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 Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 12:45 pm
 ❝ I'll command your obedience and use your fears to help me gain that power. I am the only Master here. ❞ I am Akan Ashthar
But I demand that you call me Akan, Master, Cwn Anwynn, Gabriel
I'm not that old, I am A few Thousand Years old, but looks 23
Are you blind? I'm obviously Hell Hound
Here's an easy one, I'm Heterosexual, idiots. The bitches are mine.
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born The 18th day of the Jewish month of Cheshvan (October) X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm Six feet, even
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 210 lbs
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Black
Look closer, my eyes are Two-toned Red
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have Jagged scarring around my neck while I'm human. Random scars from fighting. Track marks on my upper arms. X X❝ I ' m Xs e l f i s hXb e c a u s eXIXc a nXb e . ❞
I want a slave with It doesn't matter, as long as it's female.
Painted Again, doesn't matter. I'll mold the female into my ideal mate.
And a few other things, like Halo, Ruby, and Ball of String; would be ideal if i had my options. But Again, i'll make my females my own. X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ People say I tend to be I have been called rash, as I make my decisions quite hastily, but they generally don't have a bad outcome. it's not my fault people are idiots and can't keep up with me. I've also bee called cocky and arrogant, conceited even, but I think it takes those qualities in a person to know them. I might be a bit arrogant, but it's because I know I am the best at what i do. I am rightfully that way. I am quite possessive as well, taking what it mine. I will not share, because I have earned what I have. I will take and not give back. if that makes me selfish, or greedy, then so be it, but what is mine, is mine and I will not share. I am sexist, but only if that means that I know a woman's place. I am superior, as I am the better fighter. There is no question about that, and the women belong beneath me, as they need more protection. Their emotions get in the way of their success. I'm quite violent as well. And volatile. I am quick to anger, and quicker to act. Don't be in my warpath if i'm on a tangent, or you will get hurt.
You're so nosy. Fine, I will tell you that I was born to a worthless woman, impregnated by one of her masters. She wasn't even strong enough to birth another hound's child. She had to go and sleep with the master who had captured her so long ago. It meant that I was locked into his service unless he decided to sell me, which thankfully he did. But it was to a spineless little man, who I had to spend every waking moment of my life protecting. My master was a coward. he had money and position and hid behind them and his hounds like he was a God. I was raised in the presence of women who were fierce, and men who didn't care about the pipsqueak running around. All they cared about was that I was built to be a strong hound, and that I would fight for this man. After all, and infant pup, barely off his mother's teat was good enough for this man. And that's how my childhood was started, by being torn from any nurturing, and tossed into the world of war and killing.
My first shift was chaotic. It was when I was presented with my collar. This master, was a narcissist. Not only did he give me something tight fitting at such a young age, he gave me a collar that was laced with barbs on the inside, so that when I served, and my flesh pressed against the barbs, i would feel it,and be reminded who the master was. Being young, and not being able to do much fighting, this coward stuck me in his lab, and treated me as nothing more than a pet. An insignificant lab rat for all the magics he stole. I was injected with different things to strengthen my body, or tone my muscles. To give me superior strength and speed. When I failed a trial, i was beaten, and forced to eat these addicting little cubes. it drove me mad with need, and he would torment me by hanging them over my head, trying to break me down and submit, but my will was strong, and though I caved as a child, I learned how to avoid their need, which seemed to please this strange, spineless little man. I became stronger than he could have desired, and allowed me to visit the compounds that hounds lived in. He even took me to the central compound to where some of the best hounds lived.Of course, they were unclaimed, having outlived their masters, or simply been too great for a master to domineer.
This was the place I desired to be. I would grow strong so that I could become one of these men. And I did. Surpassing my master's ranks, I freed myself form his control, and was allowed to live as a free hound. However, that does not mean free. It means that I am more freely able to choose the Master's I attend to, and that I am open for different Master's calls when they need me. It also means that I am allowed to impregnate hounds when they come of age, and keep the children for my own. Of course, I don't want any children, so I have no desire to impregnate hounds. Instead, I just like domineering, and claiming the females for my own. I had several at one point, but given their fertility year, they were stolen from me, which enraged me. Now, I will find someone who no master can steal from me. I will find a female that will submit to my whims and cater to my every need.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Women
ღ Sex
ღ Alcohol
ღ Lavish Materials
ღ Fighting
ღ Harems
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Disobedient Women
✘ Disrespect
✘ The Compounds
✘ Masters // Serving Others
✘ Sharing X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can I can shift into a hell hound, of course. I can also shift into any hound breed, depending on the preference of the master at hand. I can hear the call from a master at any given time, and have the power to remove other hounds collar's, given my status. I have advanced senses, and can detect magical barriers and residues. My tracking sense is damn near perfect, and I have superior love making skills.
Yes, there is some side things, like Akan has a sort of Princely title among the hounds, being a grand officer, which is why he can remove another hound's collar if necessary.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Stellaluna Skywind
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 12:47 pm
 ❝ I've become nothing more than a toy to be sold and played at the whims of men. ❞ I am Layla Wright
But I will let you call me Layla, b***h, Anything you want
I'm not that old, I am Twenty three
Are you blind? I'm obviously Wolf Demon
Here's an easy one, I'm Heterosexual
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born February 9th X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm Five Feet, Seven Inches (5' 7")
I don't look it, I know, but I'm That's something you shouldn't ask a lady. (130 lbs)
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Brown
Look closer, my eyes are Blue/Green
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have Both ears are pierced X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me Velvet
And colored itBrown, Blue Violet, Lime, Gold
And from it they hung Music Note, Ball of String, Paint Pallet, Broom, Pan X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ I come across as Layla is truly a gentle soul. She's the epitome of a good house wife, calm, collected, feminine. Sh'es pleasant and friendly, knows all her manners and customs, and is quite pleasant about it. She's very devoted to those who have gained her trusts, deserving. She's very feminine and light hearted. For the most part she is level headed, especially in tough situations. She's loyal and optimistic, often seeing he good in people even if they themselves do not. She's creative and well-rounded, not turning her mind to the challenges of female tasks alone, but also to those of masculine tasks. She is quite knowledgeable, but humble about it, and is over all a gentle soul.
Quit invading my life, It went Born into a strong clan among the wolf demons, Layla was reared as a sort of princess. Although no such title truly existed among her kind, she was reared in the same mannerisms. Her mother taught her how to be a lady, while her father instilled within her pride in her clan, as well as the knowledge of how to fight and bring honor to her family. Unknown to her, that her rearing was not merely because of her family's high position in the clan, but because she would play a vital piece in the clan's history. She was allowed to have some free time, with which she learned music, rounding her out as a perfect young lady and future bride.
When Layla turned seventeen, it was time for her to play her role in society. The rival clan's leader had become impatient, and insisted that the union between Layla and his son take place. Layla, finally ripened for breeding was taken to meet her future mate. Upon the initial presentation, the rival clan's leader, persuaded in part by his son, found that Layla was not what they expected. They kept her in their clutches for a few weeks, playing at an alliance, but only searching for information about her clan before they deemed her an insult as a bride. This struck Layla desperately, and made her quite self conscious, but that was only the tiniest ripple in the pond. Form there, the rival clan declared war upon Layla's clan, and the outcome was horrific. Layla's entire clan was wiped out, leaving Layla by herself. At the mercy of her captors, she was cast out; given to men for nothing more than base pleasures.
She was condemned to live in this place, used over and over by the same men, tormented and ruined hand over hand until she was no longer enjoyable to the men. At that point, they mutilated and maimed her body and sold her off into slavery where she now sits, awaiting the next stop of torment that she will have to face.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Dresses
ღ Cooking
ღ Books
ღ Water
ღ The Seasons
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Ignorance
✘ Sexism
✘ Eggplant
✘ Cynicism
✘ Bullying X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can Able to shift into a wolf and retain heightened wolf senses while in human form. Also has perfect pitch.
Yes, there is some side things, like Very easily embarrassed and flustered.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Stellaluna Skywind
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 12:48 pm
 ❝ I am your weapon, Master. Use me as you see fit. ❞ I am Illowyn Cobh
But I will let you call me Cobh, Illowyn, Wyn
I'm not that old, I am 16
Are you blind? I'm obviously Faerie
Here's an easy one, I'm It doesn't matter.
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born July 24th X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 5' 6"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 120
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Silver
Look closer, my eyes are Mainly Blue, but they change with my mood
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have Small band of tiny flames tattooed around her upper let arm. X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me Velvet
And colored it Indigo, Peru
And from it they hung Shield, Sword, Gun, Heart, Crescent Moon X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ I come across as Quite responsible, as she'll never turn her back on her assignment. She is sworn into her duty and very responsible. She might be very quiet and aloof, seeming as though she doesn't care, or doesn't have much to say, but she is fierce and protective when she needs to be. She's very malleable in the way that she will bend and break as her master wishes, except in the way of fighting. She will protect her own way, however best takes care of the situation. She tends to be calm and collected when going into a battle, but if she is pushed greatly, she can become crazed with the fight. If someone strongly threatens her charge, and gets past a defense, this could trigger a more insane type of fight from her. Se is focused on winning battles and protecting her charges. She is also rather naive, given her age, but is self-sacrificing, putting her life and self before that of her master.
Quit invading my life, It went Born to a steady, hard working faerie family, Illowyn was the third child of the current Cobh legacy.The Cobh family is known for it's superior skills in fighting and protection, more often than not for royalty and high born among the faeries. Born into this regime, Illowyn was trained, from birth, to become a warrior. her earliest lessons started as soon as she could stand upright. She was a particularly fast learner with the sword, even though as a child, she was only given wooden swords to play with. If she was not being taught and drilled by one of her parents, she was sparring with one of her two older brothers. By the age of five, she had mastered the sword, was half way to mastery on the staff, and was beginning daggers.
At the age of ten, there was a pool of young warriors drawn together for the honor of protecting the faerie princess for the region. Illowyn belonged in that pool and fought her way to the top. She was the only girl to make it past preliminary rounds, and the youngest to make it to the top four. When it was between Illowyn and a larger, stronger, older boy, her nimble size and quick thinking won her the battle and earned her the place of the princess's protector. She was trained even more rigorously with palace guards, the king and queen's own personal fighters, and even an assassin or two. It was because of this opportunity and privilege that she became lethal. Once she had passed all necessary exams, based on fighting, she was allowed to begin serving her charge. This led to much work. The silver hair fey got her first kill at the age of twelve, and swore herself over to her princess's service from that point forward.
On an outing in the countryside, surrounded of course, by many other guards,a s the royal party never traveled with their singular protectors, the party was overtaken by a group of raiders triple the size of the traveling faerie party. Though the guards, and Illowyn herself fought valiantly, and in a crazed manner, the guards broke up the party, separating some guards form their charges. Illowyn was led of, assured that her princess had gotten away safely. Illowyn was not so luck. overpowered by several men, when she herself was alone, the young guardian was captured and stripped of all weapons. it was the first time she truly knew fear.
her captors had no need for her, given that she would not lie low to them. They beat her repeatedly, trying to break her, but they found that they could not crush the spirit of the fiery silver haired female, so they tried a different approach. By maiming her body and womanhood. By the time they had finished with her, Illowyn was broken, with only submission tumbling form her lips. With no further use for her, or her swords, they sold the silver haired girl off, where she began to heal. She served many once or twice, but always ended up back in a shop where she was left to sit and rot away without her weapons while she awaited her new master or mistress and the chance to be useful once again.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Sword Practice
ღ Protecting Charges
ღ Weapons
ღ Silence
ღ Summer Wine
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Failing a mission/charge
✘ Meat
✘ Drunkards
✘ Cages // Confinement
✘ Extraneous Clothing X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can Able to manipulate steel into weapons. Can change her blades into other blade forms.
Yes, there is some side things, like She tried to be much more mature then she actually is sometimes.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Stellaluna Skywind
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 10:50 pm
 ❝ Memories are more precious than any souvenir. ❞ I am Daniel and Emmaline Saratoki
But I demand that you call me Master & Emma
I'm not that old, I am Three-Hundred and Ninety-Four Seven
Are you blind? I'm obviously Blood Demon Half Blood Demon, Half Weather Witch
Here's an easy one, I'm Bisexual Too young to tell
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born The Darkest Night of the Year (December) The Lightest day of the year! (June 21st) X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 6' 4"4' 8"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 210 lbs70 lbs
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Blonde,Blonde, but sometimes it changes colors. Like to pink!
Look closer, my eyes are Golden HazelI have mommy's eyes! They're blue most of the time, but sometimes, they change colors with the weather.
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have Several slash cuts on my arms and torso, a stab scar in my right shoulder, going through to my chest from being impaled with a staff.I had my ears pierced! One time each ear! X X❝ I ' m Xs e l f i s hXb e c a u s eXIXc a nXb e . ❞
I want a slave with Must be blue, because of Emma
Painted Violet, I wouldn't mind Pink either...I want Purple! A Prince or a Princess to play with me!
And a few other things, like Heart and Pacifier are essential. X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ People say I tend to be I'ma personal buzzkill, or say I've been told. I'm rather cynical on the outside, not letting many into my inner emotions. I have to be tough, because my counter balance was so welcoming. My heart is cold as snow, and I take what I need. I don't ask, and I won't apologize.I am stuck in my ways, and will only bend to my little princess, unfortunately, because it's what my wife would have wanted. I am very overprotective and demanding. My decisions are well thought out, and I don't act very rash if I can avoid it.
I'm...excitable? That's what Daddy says anyways! I like to think positive, and I smile a lot, even though mommy is missing, because I know one day we'll find her! I like to play a lot, and Daddy says I'm not a bad girl. I an be calm and sit still for a while if i need to. Daddy says it's because I'm creative, but well-mannered, whatever that means! I like to learn new things, and listen to stories! I just like people!
You're so nosy. Fine, I will tell you that There is not much that is important about my life before my wife, but rather the importance is everything that came after. Before my wife, I was a reckless beast, fighting for a Demon lord as one of his must trusted vassals. If I was ordered to kill, I would ask which body parts my Lord wished in return. I never faltered. i was a killing machine, and quite feared. I only ever faltered when it came to my wife. No, she was not my target, but someone who got in the way. A light in the darkness, though she was quite a formidable witch. She brought storms and impaling winds that kept her charges safe. It was when we faced off that I, for the first time in my life, faltered. Tasting her blood, I had never been repulsed by something so sweet. I had never seen a face that stared back up at me, so unabashed, without anger, just with acceptance. I knew in that moment that there was no possible way for me to kill her. Instead, I killed my target, and announced to the Lord I served that I would no longer be his puppet.
My Lord was not pleased, and I was beaten, damn near to death. She, before she was my wife, returned the kindness I had given to her and saved me. We ran, her spiriting us away in the wake of her storms, telling me that I was an idiot for ever getting involved with her, or my choice of lifestyle. Yet, she stayed by my side, nursing me back to health, which took much longer than normal, and made me think of those I injured, or murdered in my time serving as an assassin. When I healed up, I asked her to marry me, the star in my life. And for some reason, she said yes. Maybe she knew it was the final piece to my healing, but she said yes. And I began to change. I did everything I could to make her happy. I made her a home. I made her food. I held her when she wrought storms she didn't intend to make. I wiped her brow when she was in the throes of her magic use. And we built a life together, giving me something to fill the void that I hadn't known existed in my days of being a bloodthirsty villain.
When she told me that I would be a father, I thought I would burst and die of happiness. I didn't know one man could have so much happiness in his life. It was a miracle, and I wasn't sure how I was blessed with it, but I was. My beautiful wife and I would be starting a family. There was a tender child in her belly, and with her permission, I found that it was indeed a little princess. The brightness to light up the darkness in my life, even more than my star had already done. I kept her close, making sure to take extra care that there was no one who followed us home, or picked up on our trail. We used magic, both hers and my own to protect us and keep us hidden. And we wanted the best life possible for our child. We couldn't let anyone find us. Not hunters who sought out rare magics, nor those who may have been new or old vassals of the Lord I had served.
The day my precious princess was born was the best day of my life. And i think my wife understands why it trumped out wedding day. A quiet birth with only one doctor, one that we had grown to trust, only because he had helped us hide was the only one that could be trusted to deliver my princess into the world. We were happy. Our princess was a well-behaved baby, quiet most of the day. She looked beautiful like her mother, but had my strength. It was perfect. My wife was happy. We were all happy and healthy. That was when the unexpected began to happen. The birth of our child had triggered something, which was most likely because of the magic we had not known was running through our daughter's veins. It countered our barriers and acted rather as a beacon, drawing people in.
We started to run again, leaving out home behind, but it seemed that no matter where we went, there were people behind us, ready to make moves. We thought we had found a place that was safe, but hunters found us. They were upon us faster than we could react. We had no more time to run and no place to run. They took my wife, thinking that she was the one that had the surplus of magic. I had no choice but to take Emmaline and run. it was no my wish, but it was the path my wife paved, sending me away on a flood that I could not fight. She sacrificed herself, Emma was only three. My wife was stolen from me, and not much later, I woke with a feeling in my chest. An emptiness that had finally returned. Something that would not be possible unless my wife was dead. It didn't matter how far away she would have been, I would have felt her. This absence only confirmed that my wife had passed on. I went on a rage, destroying many things, and trying to find the hunters that had stolen my wife. I hit rock bottom, hunting out late, until Emma came to me asking for her mother. I lied. Telling her that her mother was away, and that she would come back eventually. I was unable to tell her the truth. But I knew that I was all Emma had left, that I had to be there to care for her.
We moved on, once more, and found ourselves a little home. I sealed Emma's powers away to the best of my abilities, but I know eventually the seal will break and we'll be on the run again. Until then, I will do my best to care for her, and protect her. Even if that includes finding another to help me care for Emma.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Emmaline
ღ Quiet
ღ Violin Music
ღ Books
ღ Coffee
ღ Stories
ღ Animals
ღ Painting
ღ Tea Parties
ღ Princess Dresses
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Sweets
✘ Unhappy Emma
✘ Tons of Noise
✘ Other Demons
✘ Rats
✘ Nightmares
✘ Blood
✘ Earthquakes
✘ The Scary Hunters
✘ Spiders X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can I can control the flow of blood in my enemies, or anyone who's blood I've tasted or spilled. I can track that blood and use it against an individual if necessary.
Daddy says that I'll have powers like him and mommy! That I might be more powerful than both of them, but I'm not really sure what that means. Daddy says my powers are still uncertain 'cause they're developing still.
Yes, there is some side things, like I've become...a sort of shut in since my wife was killed.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Stellaluna Skywind
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 4:49 pm
 ❝ A Sultan will make his own laws ❞ I am His Royal Majesty, Amir Idris Fawzan
But I demand that you call me Prince Amir, Lord Amir, Master
I'm not that old, I am If age not to disclose such things! (Appears in Mid Twenties, is a few centuries)
Are you blind? I'm obviously A Prince Formemost! (Cursed Djinn)
Here's an easy one, I'm The way I am. I am not ashamed of loving the company of men.
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born June 21st. A very good Day for my country. X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 6' 1"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 160 lbs
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is A fine, glossy brown.
Look closer, my eyes are The beautiful color of the Mediterranean Sea! (Blue-Green)
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have Scars under my cuffs that no one can see. A knife wound on my left hip. X X❝ I ' m Xs e l f i s hXb e c a u s eXIXc a nXb e . ❞
I want a slave with (Leather or Chain. Neither are too troublesome. Both offer fine spice.
Painted Perhaps Pink, Magenta would be good as well.
And a few other things, like Must have a halo! I will not accept anything less. However, a Heart and Star would be good as well. X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ People say I tend to be I have been told I am quite haughty and demanding. I am precise and calculating as well. I am strict in the way I handle my business, and I am careful with the way I word things. I can find several meanings out of one word, which is how I was able to turn wished around. I am self-serving and seek only means to my own ends. I am quite caustic and keep everyone far away from me. In fact, the only one I let in close with my emotions is Hanif, as it would be foolish to try and hide something from one's familiar. I am flashy and prideful, rash and a bit arrogant. I am stubborn and willful as well, and will not bow down, now that I am free.
You're so nosy. Fine, I will tell you that I was born in June to the Sultan of the Kingdom. Of course, my mother was his first wife, and I was the rightful heir to the throne. I was given everything I desired. Toys, candy, clothing, money, animals. Anything I asked for, I was given. Truly a "silver-spoon" raising. My mother was a beautiful gem, far better than any of the other woman gifted to my father. But of course, my father told me the importance of having a harem was that it allowed A king to choose who he took to bed without recourse. A king, while in charge and able to take any individual to bed, had to have a code of morals too. And the woman must always be clean. Those were lessons my father tried to teach me of harems. And I believed them for quite a while. After all,t here was such a strong difference between the beautifully clothed women in my father's harem, and the lowly slaves that walked the halls.
My mother did most of the raising for daily purposes. Of course, she taught my to be a Prince, but she was the one in charge of my keeping through my toddler and adolescence. My father was quite busy running his empire and keeping his people happy. I was often with the harem, as they were confined to a certain segment of the palace where only few servants and the Sultan was allowed. It was well guarded and the women within treated as priceless gems that could only be touched and gazed upon when the Sultan deemed it necessary. I had much fun when I was young, playing with the silks of saris, and the discarded fabric of harem pants. I knew not what it meant to have my father in control of everything. I knew not what these women had to go through to become members of my father's harem. He was a king, gentle man, but there were some practices even he could not remove from his kingdom if he wished to please those officials that came wandering in and out of palace grounds.
Even then, I still had favorites among the women when my mother became cross with me, or had business to attend to. WE would play dress up and the women would dress me up in sari's, or adorn me with jewelry and line my eyes with kohl. One day, my father came to visit unexpectedly, and found me wearing a sari and scarves from one of my favorite wives, Naamah. When my father found me in this state, he was outraged, saying a prince should never wear the clothes of a woman. He struck me and stripped me of the beautiful cloths, destroying them. Naamah pleaded with my father, apologizing over and over, and paying her respects to him, even kissing his slippers. My father was inconsolable and cast out Naamah. She would be removed from his harem and the palace. It was the grandest mistake my father could eve have made. I still remember the cold look she gave my father as she was removed from the harem, stripped bare before the guards, and tossed out onto the streets. She looked back only once, as if to catch my eyes alone, nodded, and left, looking for cover, to hide her shame.
Of course, I was limited to my interactions with the harem women form that point on. The young girls that continued to be placed into my father's ever growing harem struggled to keep their gazes from me as I grew into myself as a Prince. When I reached adulthood, my father was quite old. He would smile at me, quite happily. He rarely sought my mother's company any longer, and she was becoming quite frail herself. Most of my time was spent with my father, at his side during meetings of his advisers and trade partners. I was being groomed exquisitely to be the next sultan, and those studies were my only focus. It was on a night such as this that i was studying quite late into the night. many in the palace had gone to sleep,but a slight breeze blew in through the sheets of gauze fabric that covered my window and balcony. I heard a voice. A weeping woman. one sad and sweet, lilting for help. My guards, while attentive, cautioned me against this noise. Instead, I sent them back to their posts and went to explore myself. What I found surprised even me.
Naamah, a gem of dark beauty, looking as if the years had not touched her. She stood clothed, with not a single tear streaming down her face. She was regally adorned, as if she had never left the harem. I could not believe my eyes, and instead, found myself retreating. My father had cast out this woman. i could not take her back into the palace. I would not speak with her. She had been cast out! Instead, she told me that she had a gift for my father, that she would like me to take it to him for her. When i refused, she became angry. When I refused again, sending her away in the same fashion my father had banished her with once before, she seemed to lost it. I angered her to the point of breaking. She spoke an incantation. shadows moved across the sands beneath my feet and I looked upon Naamah, who had been so beautiful, and was now a twisted thing. Sorcery was not allowed in our kingdom. I backed further, but the shadows held me fast. Instead, Naamah took out a bottle, rubbing it gently, and spoke more words, her eyes locked on myself. is tumbled backwards, just as something large and dark seemed to grip at me. It tugged upon my wrists, making them bleed. The pan was intense and I felt my life flowing from the veins in my wrists, that was, until cold links encircled them instead. I looked down on the cuffs with no link that seemed to bind me to something. And then I was tugged towards the bottle, disappearing inside the bleak space.
I did not understand what had happened until i was called forth form my bottle by none other but Naamah herself. She laughed wickedly, telling of how the country was in ruin, mourning the loss of it's prince, looking for me to no avail. How she had forced me to be a Djinn. How I would be cursed for the rest of my days, serving a master or mistress and living in squalor as Naamah had been forced to walk into. It was a frightening prospect, but it taught me much, Firstly, it taught me to hate woman. Always being summoned to be a companion, I was forced not only to be servant, but handmaiden, pet, and lesser positions. One woman treated me as nothing more than a footstool for the majority of her days.
The men were no better, seeking me to have their beds, forcing me to obey them by wasting their precious wishes. never making the third unless the were desperate or someone threatened them. For centuries, I was nothing better than a slave to the magic I wielded and the people who found my bottle. It was not until my last master, a young boy found me and kept me. He kept me for years, keeping me ad my bottle safe. I never aged, but I watched this boy grow, as if he were a son. he was kind, and taught me of what had happened in my home country. That my father had taken new wives and forgotten he had a sun. Eventually the regime broke down and the country was no longer run by sultans. He taught me newer ways of the world and reserved his wished for important things. When it came time for him to part the worlds, he wished for my freedom, giving the last breaths he had to free me from my prison.
Once I was free, I was quite disoriented. The magic was still there, as was much of the curse, except I did not have to report to anyone I did not wish to speak with. I could choose my own path. I went back to my home country and dmeandd retributions, explaining my noble bloodline. many of them laughed, but few who had been told of the old regime believed me. I have a manor in my home country, it is where my bottle is hidden, as I see the bottle as nothing more than a prison cell. It is buried deep, hidden away from prying eyes and hands. i will not return to it and no one will force me back inside. For now, my lavish lifestyle will continue, as I seek out my companions and build a harem of my own. After all, a Sultan must have one, yes? But no one said it had to be filled with women....
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Curry
ღ Hanif
ღ Harems
ღ Touching
ღ Supple Bodies
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Weak bodies
✘ Enslavement
✘ His Bottle
✘ Pointless Chattering
✘ Females X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can He has all the powers of a Djinn, however he is no longer limited to granting wishes at the beck and call of another. He can make his own magic, effecting situations and the world around him simply. He also sustains a familiar, who comes in the shape of a cat.
Yes, there is some side things, like Though he has the ability to use magic at will, he sees it as a weakness, and tries to handle his problems as a normal individual. He is also very, very touchy-feely and likes to have his hands on everything. And this is Hanif, Amir's cat familair!
The person that works my mind is not me, but Stellaluna Skywind
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 8:20 pm
❝ I will protect you from teh sins and the abominations of the world. ❞ I am Layla Wright
But I will let you call me Layla, b***h, Anything you want
I'm not that old, I am Twenty three
Are you blind? I'm obviously Wolf Demon
Here's an easy one, I'm Heterosexual
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born February 9th X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm Five Feet, Seven Inches (5' 7")
I don't look it, I know, but I'm That's something you shouldn't ask a lady. (130 lbs)
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Brown
Look closer, my eyes are Blue/Green
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have Both ears are pierced X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
I want a slave with Leather, or velvet, but nothing more wild than that.
Painted It doesn't matter.
And a few other things, like Shield X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ I come across as Layla is truly a gentle soul. She's the epitome of a good house wife, calm, collected, feminine. Sh'es pleasant and friendly, knows all her manners and customs, and is quite pleasant about it. She's very devoted to those who have gained her trusts, deserving. She's very feminine and light hearted. For the most part she is level headed, especially in tough situations. She's loyal and optimistic, often seeing he good in people even if they themselves do not. She's creative and well-rounded, not turning her mind to the challenges of female tasks alone, but also to those of masculine tasks. She is quite knowledgeable, but humble about it, and is over all a gentle soul.
Quit invading my life, It went Born into a strong clan among the wolf demons, Layla was reared as a sort of princess. Although no such title truly existed among her kind, she was reared in the same mannerisms. Her mother taught her how to be a lady, while her father instilled within her pride in her clan, as well as the knowledge of how to fight and bring honor to her family. Unknown to her, that her rearing was not merely because of her family's high position in the clan, but because she would play a vital piece in the clan's history. She was allowed to have some free time, with which she learned music, rounding her out as a perfect young lady and future bride.
When Layla turned seventeen, it was time for her to play her role in society. The rival clan's leader had become impatient, and insisted that the union between Layla and his son take place. Layla, finally ripened for breeding was taken to meet her future mate. Upon the initial presentation, the rival clan's leader, persuaded in part by his son, found that Layla was not what they expected. They kept her in their clutches for a few weeks, playing at an alliance, but only searching for information about her clan before they deemed her an insult as a bride. This struck Layla desperately, and made her quite self conscious, but that was only the tiniest ripple in the pond. Form there, the rival clan declared war upon Layla's clan, and the outcome was horrific. Layla's entire clan was wiped out, leaving Layla by herself. At the mercy of her captors, she was cast out; given to men for nothing more than base pleasures.
She was condemned to live in this place, used over and over by the same men, tormented and ruined hand over hand until she was no longer enjoyable to the men. At that point, they mutilated and maimed her body and sold her off into slavery. She served harshly, fighting through man torments until she finally escaped managing to find freedom and seclusion in the woods. She's vowed to help others escape the terror she faced.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Dresses
ღ Cooking
ღ Books
ღ Water
ღ The Seasons
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Ignorance
✘ Sexism
✘ Eggplant
✘ Cynicism
✘ Bullying X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can Able to shift into a wolf and retain heightened wolf senses while in human form. Also has perfect pitch.
Yes, there is some side things, like Very easily embarrassed and flustered.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Stellaluna Skywind
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StellaLuna SkyWind Captain
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StellaLuna SkyWind Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 10:57 pm
 ❝ Sit and Look Pretty. ❞ I am Jean-Claude Bellanger
But I demand that you call me Master, My Lord
I'm not that old, I am A few thousand years, Appearing 20
Are you blind? I'm obviously Vampire
Here's an easy one, I'm Straight
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born May 10th X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 6' 3"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 220 lbs
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Black
Look closer, my eyes are Gold, or Red depending on mood and hunger
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have (scars/tattoos/markings and where they're at) X X❝ I ' m Xs e l f i s hXb e c a u s eXIXc a nXb e . ❞
I want a slave with Chain
Painted Black, Red, Olive
And a few other things, like Sword, Ball of String, Halo X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ People say I tend to be Rash, Arrogant, Narcissistic.
You're so nosy. Fine, I will tell you that Growing up in dark times, Jean-Claude was taught how to fight at an early age. His mother was lost to sickness early on in his life, and Jean-Claude only blamed himself because he couldn't fight off what made her suffer as she died. It stimulated him to become stronger in his fighting capabilities. He never gave up the fight while he trained, even though he wasn't exactly certain what his opponent was.
Learning from his father's iron hand was standard for boys of his age. There was no one else to teach; no schooling to pass through, and no need for books. Only the need to fight, so that's what he did. Everything was a glorious and victorious fight, until he was cut down in battle when he was about twenty. He'd spent all his life training for fighting,and he'd been cut down by a man bigger then him in an instant. Angry, he'd tried to fight back, as he lay on the ground dying, but he only found blackness as he lost.
When he awoke, he was in a grand room. There, he met the vampire who turned him into the living dead. This vampire was different however. He flocked with females, and Jean-claude was the only male in the elder vampire's flock. The male that had switched him, taught Jean-Claude to be strong,and to use his enhanced senses and new abilities. When Jean-Claude's ability finally surfaced, the elder vampire was so impressed with the gift, that he refused to let Jean-Claude leave his side.
A few centuries passed, adn the elder vampire had come too close to lines with females and grand parties during his time. Jean-Claude was dutifully protecting the elder vampire with his gift as he had been instructed. However, the elder vampire crossed the line too far one night, and was unable to be saved by the still semi-fledgling Jean-Claude. With this last stand, Jean-Claude was torn apart from the harem of females his master had taken such care of. The harem destroyed, Jean-claude found himself living on his own in a changing world. He moved swiftly, gaining a proper education, and living life as much as he could from the shadows.
He never stayed long in any given place, and has migrated for many long, harsh years, and upon hearing about the mansion, he hunted it down so that he could find it. Old enough, and feeling as though he was educated well enough, Jean-claude aims to settle into rest at this mansion.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Playing with women
ღ Blooded Wine
ღ Night
ღ Obedience
ღ Showing off his toys
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Clocks and time pieces
✘ Daylight
✘ Steel furnishings
✘ Women sobbing pointlessly
✘ Gay Men X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can Can control blood. Such as, in battle if a signifcant slash is given to his opponent, he can blood from the body to increase the bleeding out of a person if he concentrates on it. Such power is only used in dire need as he is too prideful to rely on his ability, and prefers swordplay.
Yes, there is some side things, like Women are property
The person that works my mind is not me, but Stellaluna Skywind
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