Having known her history, the guard watched Lux warily, his fingers twitching towards the baton belted to his pants. She had never tried to attack anyone yet, but with her temperament, the man was ready for anything. He stood between her and the man who was interested in a slave and watched with a bored expression. He knew that it would be more than likely that this man would get disinterested as soon as he had seen just how difficult she was so he was already planning on which other slaves to show him that met the criteria he wanted. Lucid watched the girl in front of him, his face set into a grin expression and his eyes narrowed. He had seen the girl; Lux as the guard had called her, make the window freeze, preventing some of the light from entering into the room. It was still well lit though and varying shades of blue and green from the ice danced over the girl's hair, turning the blond color into one with hues from the ocean, a frozen ocean. "To answer your question, I don't have a death wish and I assume I won't be dying any time soon either." Lucid answered to her statement as she turned and glared at him with her crystal eyes that were just as hard as the element she had conjured on the window. He had noticed the temperature dropped considerably and knew it was her doing, but he showed no change of expression, ignoring it for the time being. This one, he knew her type but he had never tried attempting to bring one back with him to his home. They seemed too difficult to handle and usually ended up being so stubborn that neither the slave or master got nowhere, but this one Lucid held an interest towards for some reason. "Who I am is of no significance, and I'm not leaving." Lucid said in a short and sharp tone, not liking the way the girl told him to leave like she was in control of the situation. He placed his arms behind his back and took a few steps into the room then nodded to the guard. "You may wait outside, I wish to speak to her alone." The guard hesitated, but one look from Lucid and he obeyed, closing the door behind him. "Now that he's gone, I want you to know I don't buy slaves to...toy with, i buy them to manage my household." There was one other thing he bought them for but she would find that out for herself later if he brought her home with him, and that was looking more and more likely. He liked her snappy attitude and he needed a slave that wouldn't break the first time he himself broke down. Regarding her with a cool manner, the man walked over and sat on a chair opposite hers in the room, leaning back and folding his arms. "I can tell already you won't agree with anything I say so I might as well not even try. So either I decide if I take you home with me now or I leave and look for someone else....though it seems like you have the characteristics I need in which case you'll be coming with me whether you like it or not so save us both the stress and stop trying to get rid of me." He knew she had no power here and he knew she realized it, so there really wasn't any choice on her part. He knew he had her there but no triumphant look on his face showed. It was all just business to him and he could just as easily lose as win in situations that seemed certain, but with this one he was certain.
((OOC: I'm posting I'm posting e_e lol))
......but get to know me better and I'll show you a whole other side of me ❞
Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 8:31 pm
❝ I love feeling alive— I love walking out in the cold In my bare feet And feeling the ice on my toes. ❞
”To answer your question, I don’t have a death wish and I assume I won’t be dying any time either.” Lux could barely hold back a sharp smile that wanted to rise to her lips—the corner of her mouth twitching a little as her eyes shone with amusement. My, my. Isn’t he a little too sure of himself. And she wasn’t sure if he was simply overestimating himself or underestimating her. Either way, it annoyed her. As he continued to speak she moved her hands to her hips, still standing at this point, holding her glare firm despite his lack of reaction. Lux didn’t intend to stand down—she was better than that.
”If you intend to stay, wouldn’t who you are be of significance?” she responded smoothly, her voice light and almost mocking—in fact, it was clearly mocking. She sounded as if she thought he was a big-headed biggot—which, in some ways, she did feel about him. Him and every other man that strode through this ‘house’ as if women, or anybody for that matter, were only property to be owned. Regardless, she was clearly unmoved by his sharp tone; obviously indifferent to his irritation with her behaviour. And while she was admittedly a lot less comfortable with the situation now that the guard was gone (she knew that the owner of this place liked to keep the ‘product’ in good condition) none of that showed in her disposition. Even if she was now much smaller than him, having since moved to a sitting position, she sat tall and was unperturbed by his stern gaze.
”I have no reason to believe a man like yourself.” Lux shot coldly as she turned away from, ignoring him as he moved to a seated position. Crossing her arms below her chest again, Lux turned her face away and openly scoffed. ”How wise of you to notice, yet you don’t seem inclined to do as any wise one should.” she shot, closing her eyes with a sharp humf before she continued, ”You’re making an assumption. Fools like you are no stress on my shoulders. Any man who plays with something dangerous is wound to wind up dead after all.” her voice was light—indifferent—but it was also clear that she was serious. She openly had no qualms in killing him if he actually moved her to being upset.
”And I would suggest not ordering me around as if you have the right.” she firmly shot, turning her face sharply towards him and opening her eyes into slits in a dangerous glare. The chain around her neck rattled with the sudden movement, the dangling charms chiming softly as the clanged against each other. ”Regardless of what you may think, with no amount of money can one such as yourself, or anybody else for that matter, own me. I will not do as you say unless I myself deem it worth doing.” she paused, hoping to let that information settle in, ”And what you request does not suit my preference, so I will not do it. Again, I suggest you stop wasting your time and leave.”
Turning her face away again Lux let her hands move down to her lap, pushing herself to her feet and doing as she always did when somebody invaded her space: moved towards the only other door in the room. Generally if they didn't get the point by now locking them out as best she could made it clear: "I am not interested. Go Away." It was wordless, easy, and above all satisfyingly disrespectful to the haughty rich brats who could afford to buy from that place.
❝ Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see only the dangers that we cannot shun. ❞
The scenery passed him by hastily as he drove his Maserati at the road that leads to Pallas Estate, an well know slave shop. This wasn't the first time the demon visited the shop yet not enough to be a frequent face to see there. To be precise, it will be his third time there if you would count this visit he was making. He's first visit was for formality and to survey the merchandises of the shop personally yet not completing this surveying for he needed to leave immediately. The second time was because he couldn't find what he was looking for during his continued surveying yet after having Ms. Pallas's consent about him checking every files. Yuuki found what he had been looking for and made purchase for the slave. However, due to urgent situation arising, he wasn't able to take the said slave home.
A smile curved his visage as he was able to gaze upon the manor from afar with his orbs of lime. He stepped on the gas, accelerating the speed his vehicle was going. Yuuki was excited to take home this slave he had bought beforehand his visit; the motive for hastening his Maserati. A couple of minutes more, he steadily slowed down his car until putting a stop to it completely as he arrived his destination.
Setting his foot out of the door of the machine followed by his body, the demon closed the door of the car and locked it while also activating the alarm. Kinda a habit for him despite it was safe from being nabbed by anyone because of the barrier that was intact and intangible. Yuuki walked towards the front door. The butler stationed there already knew what was his reason to be there and led him to the familiar hall which he had traveled for the third time.
This hall was of course the hall where the doors that leads one to the rooms of slaves. He had informed Ms. Pallas beforehand that he'll go straight to the said slave's room, seeing he had purchased the slave already. A guard took over the butler's job of escorting the demon as he had some other businesses to attend to. With his new escort, Yuuki was guided to the room which he had sought to enter when he made the purchase. He taken a deep breathe before he knocked on the door, informing the slave. His hand held the doorknob, twisting it and opening the door, a smile curved his calm visage as he stepped in.
The femme was like he saw at the photograph that came with her file. Beautiful, lovely and the air of cunning swirled around the belle. That was something he had been looking for. Someone that could go against him in many ways. The black hair she possessed was like weaved from onyx-hued silk that fell in an attractive manner. Her eyes of red were like polished high class gems that could allure men. And for the curves of her body, he couldn't asked for more. Closing the door behind him, Yuuki would pace towards the femme "I presume you're Ms. Rune?" He inquired rhetorically. "I am Yuuki Exeltia Landrekarthe, you're master." The demon informed the belle. His eyes of lime fixated at her figure that laid on the mattress with calmness that he also displayed.
The beautiful people: Yuuki Lantrekarthe. Aka... Master?
xxBehind those eyes: Hmm...
Overly Obdurated Creature:
↷ℛʋɳə x৳ʎɔʮə↶ "I'd rather ask forgiveness than permission."
╞══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╡ So many roads that I've taken but nobody thought I could make it. And even though I had to go it alone, I still survived. When you live in the darkness, there's always confusion. Sometimes your mind will provide the illusion. And your life can change in the blink of an eye.
I look to the sky but there's nobody watching. Left here behind, I'm alone and forgotten. So now... The world belongs to me. To live and to die by the word that is spoken. The legend's a lie and the silence is broken. So now... The world belongs to me.
After a few moments, Rune's eyes grew bored once more with the same scene as it always was. In her mind, she imagined the different ways bodies could be marked without touching each other with that white chalk that the humans used in crime scenes now-a-days. The false god got to the number twenty two when she hear footsteps in the hallway outside, alerting her to the fact that another master was on his way to buy a slave for his own personal desires. And she could tell it was a male by the sound of his footfalls, just like the guards. Heavier than a females without the annoying half click of stilettos or heels.
Closing her ruby orbs, Rune let out a long breath through her teeth and let her hands support her chin on the comforter that was still unmade. The blankets were messily strewn out over the white sheets on the mattress and the pillows were lazily placed and unkempt. She didn't enjoy making her bed in the mornings or at all. It was just going to be messed up later anyway, so why put out the effort, right? Right.
The blue and white kimono that covered her body covered everything it needed to while she laid on her stomach, but as Rune kicked up her legs, it fell to the back of her knees and bundled there. A few moments later, the footsteps stopped and a knock echoed in the bedroom. Turning her eyes to the door, but not moving otherwise, she watched as the door opened and looked at the man standing in the doorway with sheepish curiosity. His eyes seemed to like what they saw as she noticed the way he looked at her body and a small smirk tilted the corner of her lips upwards. He spoke with a calmness that hide something underneath, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was. With slow movements, the Daeva pushed herself from the mattress in a push up style and pulled her knees under her, flashing thigh as she pushed her legs over the side of the bed and stretched her lean body, arms above her head and turned her lazy eyes back to the male standing in front of the closed door.
"Hmm... Yes, I am Rune. I would say that it's a pleasure to meet you, but under the circumstances, I would be lying." She said softly, her voice calm and sounded as if she were watching clouds float across the sky on a lazy summer Sunday. "However, I am curious about you and why you chose me. Why exactly do you want a slave that is as lazy as I?" Rune asked him softly, tilting her head to the side, her hands folding in her lap after closing the lapel of her kimono to keep her chest and thighs covered, more out of self-preservation than anything else. She didn't want to kill the man who approached her bedroom before they got into his house. It would be too messy and the cleaning staff hated trying to get blood out of the carpets.
I opened a box full of secrets when the strongest of locks could keep them. And even though I was the last to know, they were living inside. When you see through the darkness and find the solution. How quickly your eyes will remove the illusion. And now your life has gone and change in the blink of an eye.
Someone's gotta show you the right way. There's is nothing standing in my way. I look to the sky, but there's nobody watching. A hero is born from the soul that's forgotten. So now... The world belongs to me. To live and to die by the words that are spoken. The legend's a lie and the silence is broken. So now... The world belongs to me.
Descending was always one of the most interesting parts about flying. You could do it gently and glide down to the ground, or, you could do it recklessly and abruptly tuck your wings in, until the very last second before you hit ground, much like a bomb being dropped from the sky. That was how this large dragon preferred his landings. Exhilarating and sudden. And so, dropping from the sky, the heavy dragon began his descent, plummeting towards the green patch of grass in front of the well known house. If anyone had been close enough to see him fall, they probably would have been alarmed for their safety, and that of the house. After all, it was not every day that one got to see a large maroon form plunge down from the heavens to land very smoothly among the ground. With a smile, as the grass grew nearer and nearer, Renier went as far as to tuck his body tighter to increase his speed and continue his dangerous descent towards the ground. To others, it would look like he was crash as the time passed. Fifty feet, then forty, then twenty-five, ten, eight, and that was when he unfurled his wings and shifted, still midair. True, the drop would probably seriously maim a human, but he was no human. He was a dragon, so as he fell, he didn’t even do as much as stumble. His feet hit the ground, and he took a few running steps forward before taking a normal walking pace once more. He was fully clothed, his jacket catching the gentle breeze behind him, even as he looked up at the house, full of windows and rooms that held beings that could potentially be his companion. After all, the house was known for its merchandise so he knew that he would definitely find what he was looking for once he was inside.
Reaching the porch of the house, he dusted himself off, before knocking, then entering the house. After all, he had an appointment, and he would not be late to begin the selection process. The woman of the house was a ravishing beauty. She didn’t even look harried with the slew of other customers he knew must have been inside the house, not to mention all the little slaves that hid behind the walls and doors in rooms, awaiting their Masters and Mistresses to come and save them. After all, only a Master or Mistress could save them from this sort of confinement. Not that the rooms were bad. This house, in particular, took excellent care of it’s merchandise, even when they were being rotten and nasty. Ren smirked, looking to the dark-haired Mistress of the house. He even went as far as to do an informal bow to show his gratitude for his appointment and being let inside. After all, being kind and polite to the lady of the house was the only way he was going to get what he wanted, was it not? He smiled, making pleasantries with her, and inquiring about unbroken slaves, learning the system of the house, and seeing a few faces in files that he would adore having as his companions. A few struck his interest immediately, and he promised himself he would look, and potentially walk away with one. He would not walk out empty handed. No And when he wanted something, he usually got it, even if it meant putting up a good fight for it. He knew that there would be no besmirching this house, so if there was another Master in his way, he would have to find a creative way to point them in another direction. After all, fighting would be the quickest way to be denied business transactions for now, and in the future. He had no plans of burning bridges like that anytime soon.
Once he had spoken to the Beautiful Mistress Pallas and gotten her permission to look through the house, keeping the room numbers holding certain slaves in mind, he began his walk through the house. He heard sounds from behind doors. Some whisperings, and mutterings, to others that were louder. There were even some bangs, which he assumed were more rebellious slaves having some sort of tantrum. He smiled gleefully, wondering if his choice of slave would throw things around as well. That would not be accepted in his household. He would not allow anyone to destroy his treasures. He would simply have to put in line the pet that he took home. After all, he knew it would be a female. And he knew he would be getting someone willful with good humor. So why would he expect that they would want to go so willingly? He wasn’t sure, but he knew rules would be immediately set down. He wouldn’t allow his things to get broken. Clearly upon the second floor of the house, the dragon prowled through the hallways. He was getting closer, as he watched the numbers click off through the doors, his anticipation turned to bliss. He picked up speed, walking briskly down the hallway. There was a woman here he wanted to see, and he would surely take her if she pleased him enough. He had not limited his choices, of course, but if he was pleased upon the first meeting, he might just walk out of the place with the woman. A smile on his face, she saw the number and reached for the door, about to turn the knob, when he heard voices. Not one voice, but two, from behind the door.
The dragon entered the room, and looked at the two parties involved. There was a man in this room already, one that spoke of being this female’s Master. But that couldn’t be! He had not paid, otherwise the Pallas Mistress would have removed the file of the girl! He looked over at the beauty. Raven hair fell around a fine skinned face. Garnets set in the place of eyes, alluring and beautiful, the curvature of her body was delightful just to look at. Reiner smirked, and then frowned looking at the male in the room. Blonde hair, green eye, and horns. The male must have been some sort of demon. He smelled like one. It was a certain burnt magic smell that came with all demons. Instead, he looked to the woman on the bed once more, hearing her question why the demon male would want her as a slave, because she was lazy. The dragon smirked. She would not be lazy in his household. There was no way one could be lay with the amount of walking that was necessary to get form place to place. Not to mention all the fixtures and things he had in his place. He looked at the demon male, assessing him with mere eyes. He was certain if it had come to a physical fight, Reiner would have won hands down. However, a physical fighting with the Pallas house was forbidden. He’d simply have to get crafty with things. This woman, he had not even spoke with yet And he wanted to speak with her, without this male’s interference. He gave a gentle snort, crossing his arms over his chest. He could be diplomatic, but being stubborn was so much more fun.
”This woman is not your slave yet, demon. Her file is still in the hands of the Mistress of this house. You have not paid for her. Therefore, she is still free game to all those who wish to see her, as well as those who wish to take her for their own. And I wish to speak to her as well, Demon. For she may be my companion in the future. So do not tell her lies about owning her already, when it is clear, that you do not.” He looked to the female on the bed and smiled. She was dresses exquisitely as well. He had heard her say her name was Rune, and it suited her. Something so exotic and delicate as a rune should have been coveted. She would do well among his treasures, existing as one of them, and she seemed as though she would make a good companion as well. He smiled. ”Pretty Rune…” he hadn’t been the best talking with women, not even around Aria, who he had grown up with, but this was different. He would take what he wanted. ”A demon might use you for things you wish not to be used for… and besides he is soft. You can tell from his features. Why would someone like you wish to go with someone as soft as he? Do you wish to break him in a day’s time? They will only cart you back here. You can not break him and gain freedom. You should find someone worth fighting with, not to mention someone who can fight for you if necessary.” He looked down his nose at this strange demon. He did not look as if he would treasure this fine beauty. Not like Reiner himself would. And he would not let the female go so easily without a fight. He wasn’t sure why he was so captivated, but he didn’t want to be the losing party in this battle.
OOC: Hope you guys don't mind if i cut in D:
Saphire_L_Fox
Craft_Knight
Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 5:28 pm
►►►►►►►►►►►►► Ivy Clarrisa Black
XXXX▌ϛlave ƒor Life▐
”If you don't stand for something you'll fall for anything.”
...The room was after all just a room, and as time went on and there became less of it to explore Ivy grew bored. Moving back to the bathroom she examined her growing bruises by lifting her dress. Nothing moved her to want to sit and watch them any more so she gave up on that and played with her hair a little bit. Adding a few braids she gave up on that after some time as well. Moving to the barred window she gave them a tug, just to see how firmly in place they were and found she could only move herself while holding onto them. Shaking the bars it probably rather looked as though she were convulsing, which made her wonder if there were cameras in the room to monitor her.
A new search began as Ivy circled the space looking for anything that might be a hidden camera. There was nothing by the window, and pulling a painting from the wall she found nothing on the wall nor on the back of the art piece. Attempting to hand it once more she found it only to be a struggle and set it down on the floor instead. Next was the small dresser which she had actually yet to open. Inside were outfits of all kinds, which looked much nicer then that of the one she was wearing now. Pulling a dark blue dress she placed it on the bed then found a scarlet one that was even prettier and placed it on the bed as well. There seemed to be no pant options though, just the dresses, which Ivy suspected was because they were a little easier to make fit for the different shapes of people who came in and out. Surely there had been someone in this room before her and there would be someone after.
With the options narrowed down to three dresses and a stack of rejects off to the side Ivy was easily getting side tracked at the moment. Deciding upon the scarlet one with a sweet heart neckline and a charcoal sash. Ivy pulled her own dress off her head and discarded it onto the floor in favor of the new one. Moving back to the bathroom she admired the new dress with a small smile, though she still wore her same stockings, they could not be seen in the mirror so she paid them no subsequent notice. “Right. Camera.” She reminded herself, climbing around the bathroom now, unscrewing light bulbs and looking carefully at the faucets.
The bathroom also yielded nothing so she went back to the closet pressed the few outfits left inside to the right to examine the back. Maybe there were even secret passages in and out of the rooms. The door could just be all for show, that way if she pounded on it nothing would come of it and she wouldn't be disturbing anyone either. Still, she was on a camera search right now, and the closet seemed to be holding nothing of importance. Turning around she wondered where to go next. The bed took up most of the room and the canopy style meant that there was a possibility of something being there. Standing on the mattress though, gave her little aid, as besides the craftsman ship on the wood nothing was special about it. On each side of the bed were bookcases though, and there was plenty of opportunity there.
Inside of pots and behind some of the figurines that lined the shelves she moved books from their place to the floor in her search. The top shelves just out of her reach she struggled to lift one hand all the way up and instead succeeded in bringing one of the glass objects down to the floor in a crash. Flattening herself against the bookcase Ivy was not struck by the falling object but shoeless she wondered how far she could move without stepping on glass and getting blood all over the floor. Apparently not far.
Her first step was successful, her second not so much. A shard of glass dug into the soft pad of her left foot between her third and forth toe. “Ow!” She called out, more from the surprise of it then from the pain. Stumbling over to the bed where the sheets had already been left untidy she sat against it to examine the bottom of her foot. The glass still there protruding from her foot, Ivy gingerly grabbed at the shard and pulled it out. Blood began to pool from the wound as there was no longer anything to hold it back and dropping the shard she tried to find something to use so that she might not get blood everywhere. The crimson liquid had already formed a path down her foot and fell in drops onto the floor when she reached for her old dress to hold it against the wound.
Slipping her good foot into the flat she hoped to not step on any more glass before hobbling to the door. There had to be someone out there, or at least passing by and now she was injured so they needed to help. Bringing a fist down against the door she called out, “Help. I'm bleeding.” If that didn't get her the attention she needed then she was not quite sure what would.
Continuing to pound on the door it finally opened as he looked up at a broad shouldered man who after a glance at her looked into the room behind her. “What the hell did you do?!” He yelled, as though demanding an explanation.
Believing he meant the reason why she was bleeding she was about to tell him the story when she realized he was still looking at the room and not at her. With a turn of the head she saw what he was talking about. The room was a disaster. It looked like someone had been living there for months and not just a few hours. Books and fabric littered the floor. The shelves that had once been tidy were now a mess of cluttered figurines. The bed was far from just being called un-made, and a small trail of red spots followed her from the bed to the door. Turning back around Ivy tried to smile, “Um...I can explain.” He seemed to not like that answer and grabbed at her arm to pull her from the room. “No wait! I can fix that. Let go! Where are you taking me?!”
Struggling against the man Ivy pulled at her arm and against his tight grip to no avail. She must have been quite the sight, a few braids littering her hair, one shoe on, a slightly bloodied piece of fabric in her hand and a run in her stockings. Having no idea where they were headed or what the place even was she tried to get answers from the man before her but he gave her nothing. Up ahead there was a door slightly opened and voices coming from inside.
”Yet each man kills the thing he loves, by each let this be heard, some do it with a bitter lock, some with a flattering word. The coward does it with a kiss, the brave man with a sword.”
The elf that the guards brought in seemed to keep mostly to himself. His eyes were cast down, not in defeat, but in concentration, as if contemplating, or perhaps even planning. Exactly what he was planning was unknown, but judging by the weary demeanor in which the guards escorting him watched his every move, it could be safely assumed that he was planning his way out of here. Unfortunately, he saw no such chances. While being escorted to his room, he noted that there were few guards, but the ones that he did see kept very close eyes on things, presenting no chance for escape. He could tell that any blatant attempt to flee would be short lived, so all he could do was be led to his room.
Once there, he was led in, then the door was locked shut behind him. He looked around, raising an unimpressed eyebrow at the poshness of the quarters. He knew what kind of operation this woman was running. Even behind the plush exterior, he could feel the aura of a prison. She wanted to make the slaves feel as if they were not slaves, but guests, but he knew better. He knew that she intended to have the occupants of these rooms, including himself, bought and sold like cattle. There was not justification for slavery. One should not be allowed to own another person's body. It was just not right. He fought for years to bring down a massive slave trading ring, and, once he was out of here, he was going to bring this one down as well. But first, the problem of escaping was the biggest concern.
He felt the presence of a power-nullifying spell in the room, likely put in place to keep him from using his powers to escape. Damn, he thought. That was one less advantage for him. But there still had to be some way out. Looking at the door, he was dismayed to see that it had no knob, and that the space between the door and the wall was too small to jimmy the latch loose. The windows were sturdy as well, and without his powers, he could not break them. He supposed he would have to wait a while, he thought. An opportunity would present itself eventually, and he would use that to get out of this hell hole, or his name wasn't Zephyr R. Rohds.
A small smile lighten the calm features of the demon, mostly because of the words the femme had uttered. As much as Yuuki would like to lie about the answer to the question of Rune, it was for the best that he should tell her his reason early on and that was that ran at his thoughts that time. "That would be because despite the laziness you display before me, I might still able to enjoy myself with you as my playmate. The demon replied, pacing around the room yet his eyes were still fixated at the femme. "And not a playmate in the bedroom thought it might go to that direction. At any rate, a playmate that I could have a battle of wits."
Yuuki could only feel alive when facing someone that could be equal or maybe someone that could overpower him in terms of wits and slyness. This was a fact he had found out during the time he was in middle of executing his revenge to his former mistress. He had to be cunning, wicked and twisted during those times, more that one could imagine just to attain the right cards to form the hand that could topple and exterminate his mistress. It was an addictive sensation for Yuu, much more addictive that drugs.
He strode again to stand before Rune once more, gazing at her eyes of red with his orbs of lime. Seeking her thoughts through with his glance. That was profoundly interrupted by the entrance of man with an eyepatch; a dragon. Yuuki could tell this just giving a glance from the shadow the man possessed that he had another form, the form of a dragon. At much, he didn't hate the race of dragons but rather left his personal thoughts and assessment of the race at neutral. Simply because they were great business partners and he knew this because he had worked with one once. Thought, the demon couldn't exactly remember which century it was.
However, this all might change right then and there due to the dragon before him. Yuuki's orbs of lime observed the dragon intensely yet with an calm visage. First thing he assessed and compared was their strengths. Yuuki wasn't arrogant enough to say he'll won hands down against this dragon before him but rather, but they're strength on equal terms. Albeit, physically bouts were prohibited in the estate they were in, no one said about being crafty. And also, without the dragon knowing it and was proven by his words, the war was already won.
Yuuki simply chuckled at the dragons words which amused him. He can safely say that the dragon doesn't have that much knowledge about his kind's personality, how they project themselves to others and some other trivial manners. "My, my~ You sure you're assumption is right lizard?" The demon stated with a calm, smiling visage. Not letting his twisted nature come out at the open yet. "And here I regarded your race as one of the highly intellectuals. At any rate, Ms. Rune, I assure that I will treat you well thought, as you already know the twist it comes with. Surely, a lizard as this man can't entertain you. Much more that he lacks knowledge." Yuuki made a small pace towards the wall, leaning his back at it with his hands shoved at his pockets. The demon would love to let this little already won war hang more yet it was better if he wrap this up. Which he would after hearing Rune's and the dragons words.
The beautiful people: Yuuki Lantrekarthe and Reiner LaFey.
xxBehind those eyes: Aren't I Miss Popular today?
Overly Obdurated Creature:
↷ℛʋɳə x৳ʎɔʮə↶ "I'd rather ask forgiveness than permission."
╞══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╡ So many roads that I've taken but nobody thought I could make it. And even though I had to go it alone, I still survived. When you live in the darkness, there's always confusion. Sometimes your mind will provide the illusion. And your life can change in the blink of an eye.
I look to the sky but there's nobody watching. Left here behind, I'm alone and forgotten. So now... The world belongs to me. To live and to die by the word that is spoken. The legend's a lie and the silence is broken. So now... The world belongs to me.
Rune couldn't help it, she frowned slightly as the demon explained to her what he wished of her. While she enjoyed using her brain over her body, she didn't much like the fact of only being used for it. As the demon stepped closer, she turned her red eyes around the room once more, thinking about how to respond to him. More footfalls in the hallway distracted her before she could come up with something and they landed...Right in front of her door? Two masters in one day? Well, well. Wasn't she just Miss Popular today?
As the door opened to reveal a man with brown hair and icy blue eyes set into a rather attractive face, she sat back on her arms, an almost coy smile marking her lips. This was probably more activity than she saw in a week. For them all to be in her bedroom at once... It had been centuries since then. A small laugh left her lungs as the two men bickered over her and she simply tilted her head to once side and watched with amusement that showed brightly on her pale face and made her red orbs glow slightly as she listened to them.
However, when the other man addressed her, he added a 'pretty' there, which won some points in his favor. He seemed to look at her more as an object than a person however, which almost disturbed her. She didn't want to go from one prison to another, even if in the other she had company. straightening her posture, she looked at the two men and sighed, they seemed to be waiting on her response. "And how would you know what I want, dragon? Besides, I am here out of my own will. The last master that I killed, I walked back here on my own. They didn't even need to come and get me. However, someone fighting for me would be a change..." She replied, her eyes trailing from one man to the other. "Also, demon, my mind is sometimes as lazy as the rest of me. Normally, I just lay around and sunbathe. Or rain bathe. Whichever the weather is like."
Rune seemed to get a little lost in thought before she shook her head and smiled politely at the two of them. "But I digress. When has it been the slave's choice in who picks her? She asked them both, turning her red eyes from the demon to the dragon, taking them in. "Besides. You're both attractive in your own way. Mister tall, dark and hansom dragon and the quick witted knight in shining armor. It always comes to this, doesn't it?" The Daeva said with a small laugh, her eyes sparkling with humor. She snatched a small strand of hair and ran her fingers through it as she waited for the masters to decide amongst the two of them who would take her home.
I opened a box full of secrets when the strongest of locks could keep them. And even though I was the last to know, they were living inside. When you see through the darkness and find the solution. How quickly your eyes will remove the illusion. And now your life has gone and change in the blink of an eye.
Someone's gotta show you the right way. There's is nothing standing in my way. I look to the sky, but there's nobody watching. A hero is born from the soul that's forgotten. So now... The world belongs to me. To live and to die by the words that are spoken. The legend's a lie and the silence is broken. So now... The world belongs to me.
Sieux’s massive paws pounded against the ground as she ran, making her way over the earth at a high speed. In her current form she was around the size of a small school bus—tiny in comparison to a grown demon wolf. Her fur, sharp white in contrast to the red circles that adorned her form, shone under the sun and she only slowed as she came towards the place she had in mind. Shifting back into her humanoid shape, Sieux never stopped moving—shrinking as she walked forwards through the barrier that surrounded the estate.
She was admittedly small, barely standing at 5’4”, but her gaze was sharp—filled with emotions that only one who had lived through quite a bit could express. As she moved towards the front doors of the manor, pushing them open with no regard. It was a business, after all. And she was a customer. She was led by a butler to an office where she was met by a dark haired woman. After going over some files, Sieux staying mainly quiet to avoid doing something that might get her into more trouble than she already was in with the elders, the wolf girl was led towards the door of the ‘product’ she had decided on.
As the door was unlocked the silver haired girl stepped forwards, entering the room with the guard who quickly closed the door behind them. An expression of abject confusion flashed across Sieux’s face as she glanced over the decor. Could you get any more tacky? Well, it definitely wasn’t her style… Finally turning her attention towards the male, Sieux raised an eyebrow. ”I’m assuming you’re the slave?” she asked, looking him over. Well, he certainly resembled the picture in his file… ”You’re shorter than I’d thought.” she said pointedly after a moment, seeming almost disappointed as she placed her hands on her hips and stood up to her full height—an inch or so shorter than him. Admittedly, it annoyed her that he was taller. It would annoy her even more if he was much taller than her after all, but the fact that he was short... it made it a little bit hard to take him seriously. Was this seriously going to be worth her time?
xxxx▶▷▸▹ A giant wolf, a demonic wolf slept and rolled at the floor in a sound way. Sure the room was spacious, comfortable and livable. Heck, it felt like the room was like in those five-star hotels. But nonetheless, it was the wolf's cage in the slave shop he was being merchandised at. True, when one thoughts about slave shop, one would imagine a cold, dark, malodorous and a place without even a spark of hope and freedom. Yet where the wolf stayed was the complete opposite of this.
Well, despite the treatment the demonic wolf was getting, he was more used sleeping in his wolf form than in his human form, especially at the floor. The wolf's eyelids slowly opened up as he was awake, revealing the deep blue gems they were. Sluggishly walking in all fours for a moment yet at the next moment, the wolf became an youth with the longs of an nineteen year old, blonde hair and sets of deep blue eyes. The wolf stretched his aching muscles and made a yawn as slowly headed to the bathroom.
He shed off his wear like a snake shedding it's skin, revealing the scarred body of the wolf. Each scar possessed some kind of history behind him like the diagonal mark at his front torso that was because of being subdued by hunters that turned him into a slave. And whip scars on the other hand was when his other self awaken and angers his owner.
Turning the knob, lukewarm droplets of water rained upon him, drenching himself. The wolf didn't take long on washing himself and was out after a couple of minutes. Fetching a towel, he would dry himself before wearing his clothes again. He looked at the mirror and carefully inspected the collar around his neck, kind of a habit for him. Seeing he was an wolf, a demonic wolf in fact and as a wolf, he didn't felt comfortable with a collar around his neck. It made him felt like a dog. A sigh escaped him as he returned to his wolf form and roamed around the room. Albeit it was spacious, for the demonic wolf, it was crap as hell. He circled on the carpeted ground and lied there, his tails around him as he stared at the window outside. I hope someone would bought me already so I can go outside.
Zephyr turned, looking at the person who spoke. When he saw her, his emerald green eyes zeroed in on hers, and he regarded the woman closely for a second. Like her, he was somewhat miffed that she was almost as tall a he was, only an inch below his height. True, elves like him were inherently creatures of.....short stature, but he didn't like being reminded of it. In fact, he believed himself to be somewhat tall for an elf. Still, he went back to studying the woman, the tips of his ears twitching thoughtfully. After an awakward silence, he spoke. "I....assume you are here to attempt to buy me, correct?" He knew how slavery worked. He knew that this was inevitable, but damn that was fast. He was at least hoping for enough time to send a distress signal to the Agency or something. Already the damned buyers were lining up. Sighing, he shook his head, and looked her in the eyes defiantly. "I hope you realize that I am going to attempt an escape, right? Are you sure you do not want a more...obedient slave that won't run at the first oppertunity?"
So, evidently, she wasn’t the only one who was annoyed by the circumstances. Good. This would be a lot more annoying if she was the only one who wanted to kill the elders for making her babysit some weak creature for only they knew how long—hell, if he did enjoy it she might just have to step on him, or something. This was a punishment, after all—and if she had to put up with it, then so would he.
”I hope you realize that all attempts will be quickly regretted, right?” she mocked in an almost sarcastic tone, ”Are you sure you’d want a more… soft mistress who will snuggle you and keep you warm at night?” she rolled her eyes, ”Too bad you don’t get any more a choice in this mess than I do. I’ll establish this now: You run, I punish you. You disobey, I punish you. You piss me off, I punish you. You die, I bury you in the back yard like a bone and some other sucker gets to take your place. Understood?” she raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms as she lifted her chin, looking down on him.
Okay, so maybe she didn’t want to see him dead. Maybe she’d rather not see any of these people dead, or hurt, or in the situation that they were in. And while she wished them all the best, it frankly wasn’t any of her business. Her business was in keeping this t**t under control until the elders deemed her punishment complete. Hell, she didn’t even know what she was supposed to do—they sent her to the human world with instructions to live in a place they chose, get a slave, try not to kill the slave, and… and the paper was ripped from the bottom off. Evidently the rest of the instructions weren’t important—that, or they were important and that was why she hadn’t been permitted to see them.
”And,” she started after a moment, focusing her eyes back on his face as her canine ears pressed back against her head and she bared her teeth slightly before continuing, ”If you think you can get away from me, you’re sadly mistaken. I can follow a trail that’s week’s old. Hunting is my specialty.” She figured at least warning him was fair… right? At least this way he knew he was doomed before he started, so maybe he’d be a little more cooperative. She paused for a moment, frowning. Speaking of cooperation, she hoped he wouldn’t struggle too much on the ‘ride’ home… if he wound up getting cut then she might taste blood and get hungry and decide to have a snack along the way. Which would be bad, probably.
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 4:08 pm
Kathryn Anon
Her threats were admiral, but rang hollow. Seriously, she acted like he was new to pain. He had grown up in the cesspools of the world. He'd been stabbed, shot, hit, beaten, and much, much worse. She probably didn't know the first thing about punishment, and even if she did, she probably didn't know much. She almost seemed...reluctant to buy him, not from his threats, but as if she really didn't want a slave in the first place. It piqued his interest, but he brushed it off, and walked up to her, deciding to use what little height advantage he had over her. At her teeth-baring, he lifted his lips and bared his own set of razor-sharp teeth. They were a result of the Death Elf blood that ran in his veins, from his mother who either died or abandoned him at birth, who was at least partly Death Elf. The blood was a blessing and a curse, giving him access to the Death Elves' amazing shapeshifting powers but limiting his diet to mostly meat and some secondary plant products. Any fruits or vegetables gave him a serious allergic reaction, so he had to be careful what he ate. Still, at the moment, he was using the blood to show that she was not the only creature here that could bite. "I lived in cities all my life, and made a career out of escaping. You wouldn't last five seconds on my trail, lady." He backed away, shrugging nonchalantly. "But hey. If you think you can keep up with me, go ahead and buy me. I may even follow you home before running."
A low growl erupted from her chest as she glared him down, daring him to try anything with her eyes. She had no qualms in biting his overgrown head off if he attacked her—if she had to pay for him then buy another so be it. It was going on another person’s tab, anyways. She let him have his moment to speak, scoffing at his comment about the city. She’d tracked game through a city before. It was annoying, smelly, crowded, and more than a few people wound up dead but she never lost her trail—he wasn’t sounding all that impressive.
She kept her glare on him as he stood down, gritting her teeth slightly as she struggled to control her temper. Oh how she’d just love to give him something to be afraid of… she was just worried she wouldn’t fit in the damn room. But all in due time… and when he spoke again her thoughts were forced to a quick halt, her glare turned into a shocked expression, and a sharp, bark-like laugh flew through her lips. ”Keep up? Ha! You wish.” she laughed, her lips peeling back in a grin that showed her sharp teeth, ”Not only would I never trust you—or anybody else for that matter—but you wouldn’t hold a hope in heaven of keeping up with me.” she shook her head, her eyes flashing dangerously for a moment.
”No, no. I’m carrying you home. And if you’ll be intelligent and sit still, you might just come out of it with all your limbs still attached.” she spoke, her voice taking on an almost growling tone as she dropped her arms to her side before placing them on her hips, subconsciously trying to appear bigger. And while she could appear bigger—much bigger—the size of the room was a constant worry for that. ”You talk as if you could get out of that house. Hell, I’d be lucky to get out of there. The place is a damn fortress.” she grumbled, scowling at him as if it were his fault that she were in this situation.
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