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 Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 11:07 am
Morrigan
"And make sure to let the dumbass out of there if he doesn't figure out how to open the door in two hours," Morrigan said. "It'll open from the outside with no problem." She started to walk away, using the leash to pull the slave along. She headed to Esabel's room, hoping that Esabel would be satisfied with the slave she got.
(Exit)
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2016 6:08 pm
Esabel lead Wolfe to the prison and giggled when she saw the two Bone Sentinels, “Looks like Ilea left her own presents for everyone,” she commented, revealing that her sister was more powerful than rumor had led anyone to believe of her. And hinting that Ilea had already had one brush with an attempt on her life. The Sentinels did nothing to Esabel and Wolfe as they passed them into the prison, Esabel leading the way to the prison infirmary where their attacker was the only guest at the moment. The healer on duty saw them coming and gave a shrug of one shoulder, knowing that his newest patient wasn’t likely to be among the living for much longer. “He’s healed enough for whatever you two plan on doing to him. I’ve got prisoners on cleanup duty today, so any mess you make will be taken care of when you’re finished,” he said before he left them alone with the man currently restrained on the metallic examination table that doubled as a surgical table. Esabel simply waved at the doctor on his way out and pulled a tray-table closer to the prisoner then unrolled the specially made pouch she’d brought with her. Neatly held in individual slots were transportable versions of some of her favorite ‘toys’, once a gift from Gin. All the surgically precise torture implements had non-slip handles and grips and were all as sharp as they could be, very well taken care of since they showed very little signs of wear. She reached over and pulled the sheet from the prisoner and revealed that he had, indeed, been fully healed and was securely strapped to the table. But she was looking at the man with a critical eye then turned to her toys before looking back and forth again. She finally chose a strange serrated scalpel and moved to let the edge of the item hover over the man’s belly as she focused her dark eyes on the man’s face, “Now lookie here, you. Esabel’s Puppy has some questions for you’s. You be good and answer him and Esabel will be nice too. But if you’s is a bad boy…” she left that one hanging as she gave the man’s belly a deep slice with the strange scalpel, leaving a jagged wound for Wolfe’s powder as well as making the man give a sharp gasp of pain. She might be nuts on an epic scale most of the time, but she was very good at her ‘playtime’….
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2016 6:34 pm
Into the fires of battle! Wuflric Von Shadowfang xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Wulfric opened up the pouch, and just looked at the prisoner, and then at the wound esabel made, blood was coming out well enough and started to sprinkle some powder on his wound causing him to seize up from the pain, gasping in pain before the powder finished doing it's job. Wulfric then looked the captive in the face "well it's obvious you were here to kill the two of us so i won't bother with asking you who your target was we both know that you would have to kill us both regardless, so WHO was responsible for setting up this contract?" the Prisoner glared at Wulfric and just spit at him, making it obvious that this was going to be a long session. not giving esabel a chance to try anything a dagger appeared in his hand and shoved the blade into the man's right shoulder causing the man to scream out in pain "listen i'll be reasonable give me what i want and we'll stop the pain" Wulfric pulled the blade out and once more sprinkled some powder on the wound causing even more pain as the wound cauterized causing the prisoner whimpered in pain before yelling "i'm not telling you anything you WILD DOG!!!" Wulfric didn't like that at all and just looked at esabel nodding slightly giving her the go ahead to have some more fun with their victim. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Unto the anvil of war!
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2016 7:00 pm
Esabel waited as Wolfe asked his first questions but didn’t get anything in return for it. Then he gave her that nod that made her grin at him and pull him in for a deep kiss before letting him go to get to her own work. She really wanted that kiss in first, though, knowing that if she got lost in what she was about to do, he would have to do something like the kiss to pull her out of it. She reached over for a smaller scalpel and used that to make several tiny cuts over his arms and legs, all of them at special nerve nexus points that guaranteed him the most pain possible. Especially when Wolfe added his powder to the ones she pointed out to him. After that, she really got into it. She began to peel off layers of skin in a few places on the man’s torso, showing a level of expertise with torture that would likely shock Wolfe. But it was when she carefully peeled off the skin over the man’s belly to expose his internal organs that the man finally gave in through his screams, horrified at the prospect of Esabel torturing him even further. “I’ll tell you what you want! I’ll tell you! Make her stop! Please! Gods! Make her stop! Please!” he screamed out, giving another scream as her fingers traced over the internal organs she’d exposed as if trying to decide what to go with first.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2016 8:51 pm
Into the fires of battle! Wuflric Von Shadowfang xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Wulfric allowed esabel to have her fun for a moment longer making sure the prisoners lips were very loose and open to talking about anything. the prisoner continued to plead for them to stop in between his screams of pain and whimpering. Wulfric finally decided it was time to get him to open up and stepped over to esabel and gave her a kiss on the lips stopping her dead in her tracks. the Prisoner was still whimpering even as Wulfric held the kiss a bit longer making sure she enjoyed every bit of it. breaking away from esabel who he was sure would be protesting from it looked at the prisoner "well let's start with the first question i asked" the prisoner struggled to talk through all the pain "i don't know who contracted the hit it was given to me by someone who was hiding in the shadows, i never got a good look at the person but they were insistent about the job being completed in short order" Wulfric looked at esabel and couldn't help but wonder just what was to be gained by killing her, looking back at the prisoner he inquired "where did you meet this person?" the prisoner looked at Wulfric and replied " you'll never find them they are ghosts and ghosts don't like to be found when they don't want to be found, you Stupid wild Dog!" He spit at Wulfric again and then started Laughing Hysterically. Wulfric was getting pissed at this point and punched him in the face knocking him out cold "this is getting nowhere fast, and not so much as a lead from this corpse" Wulfric was getting ready to strangle him but decided against it the prisoner would eventually wake up again and would be ready when he did considering nalyne didn't take over by then. But he at least had some information about the one's pulling the strings "ghosts, not very descriptive of who is trying to kill us, but it at least gives us an idea as to who might be involved, though i suspect this will be something that your uncle might be able to shed some light on" Wulfric sat down in a stool that was closeby and just thought about it for a moment. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Unto the anvil of war!
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2016 9:09 pm
It took a few moments for Esabel to pull out of ‘play’ mode but the kiss certainly switched her gears enough that she simply protested the ending of the kiss more than her playtime. Hell, she almost climbed up him and tried to find a way to ride him that way. But after he’d asked his questions, she was able to pay enough attention to actually listen to the information they did get and frowned over it as Wolfe sat and thought about it. While she didn’t know about the ones that had contracted the hit, she did have a guess about who had ordered it to begin with and started to shake in pure terror just at the thought of it. She was scared enough that she didn’t bother to stitch the prisoner’s belly up and just moved to a corner to sit in with one arm around her legs to hold them to her chest and a bloody scalpel in the other hand like a comfort object. She went from bloody content to horny as hell to absolutely terrified in the short moment it took to form the thought and it was nearly all-consuming for her. Her dark eyes were wide and she was shaking hard enough that she clenched her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering. She was also panting for air, her chest heaving with it as her terror filled her mind to the point that there was only a small window of opportunity to pull her out of it. Only one being terrified her like this. Only one being could reduce Esabel to a small child praying that the monsters didn’t eat her in the dark. She shook her head slightly and whispered just one word over and over and over under her breath, “No, no, no, no…” trying to deny even the possibility even though it was the only thing she could think of, the only being she could think of that would want her and Ilea dead along with anyone else attached to them. But she didn’t even want to think of the name, much less say it. He was supposed to be dead… She and Ilea and Lily had killed him… Lily had obliterated his soul… He was supposed to be dead…
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2016 9:41 pm
Into the fires of battle! Wuflric Von Shadowfang xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Wulfric lost his train of thought when he saw how esabel was acting, getting up he went over to her and sat down by her, taking the scalpel out of her hand he dropped it on the floor and grabbed Esabel and held her in his arms "everything will be alright, put your trust in me to keep you safe from whoever is trying to kill us" Wulfric paused for a moment and kissed her on the forehead before he continued "besides we're alive and i intend to make sure we stay that way" not much of a pep talk but then again he wasn't fully sure what was going on inside her head, and would hold onto her until she was back back to her normal self.
While he held Esabel he started thinking again about what the prisoner said about them being ghosts, not to many people would be so secretive that even those who were contracted had no idea who they were, though truthfully it was smart on the off chance that one did get caught like their prisoner they would have no information to give, which made it very difficult for anyone to track their movements, though with some luck there might be a way to find out. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Unto the anvil of war!
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2016 9:56 pm
Esabel finally calmed down enough to speak a little coherently, though it wasn’t an easy thing to do right then. She cuddled into him, crawling into his lap and burying her face in his neck for a long moment as she took comfort in his strength and confidence. When she was finally able to speak, her shivers had relaxed but hadn’t gone away entirely yet. “There’s only one person that would want Esabel and Ilea dead… Anyone could want one or the other gone, but only one would want both and be willing to eliminate everyone else in the way… But he’s supposed to be dead… Esabel and Ilea and Lily killed him the last time… He’s supposed to be dead, Puppy… But he keeps coming back,” she was almost to the point of tears by now, she was so terrified. But she was turning to him for comfort, wrapping herself in his strong arms and his protection of her. The fact that she was turning to him at all with as frightened as she was would have been considered a minor miracle. Usually, she just wound up with her dark energy taking her to a place she felt safe. She didn’t disappear this time, though. No, she turned to him instead… “Master is back… Somehow, he’s back… Or coming back… Either way, it’s not good and Esabel is really, really, really scared, Puppy... Master almost killed Esabel once already... And it hurt more than getting shot..." she added, her voice choked with her terror. ‘Master’ could only be one person to a created being as she was: her creator, the one that made her… Goh… How he was coming back, there was no telling right now. But Esabel often made the strangest leaps of logic that few could have seen. And she always wound up being right… So… How did one protect her and her sister against an ex-god?
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2016 10:41 pm
Into the fires of battle! Wuflric Von Shadowfang xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Wulfric held onto her very tightly now understanding her fears, but if this master was indeed out to get her it was his job to make sure that didn't happen. Wulfric started to say something when the doctor appeared and just looked at the body on the table "is he dead?' shaking his head Wulfric replied "no he's still alive just knocked out, patch him up and keep him alive for the time being i may have more question for him later on" the doctor nodded and with a bit of help gathered the prisoner and carefully moved him to a different table so that Wulfric and Esabel could have some privacy. With that taken care of Wulfric squeezed Esabel a bit to brighten her mood "well you aren't dead yet and if this guy is wanting you dead then it is my job to make sure he doesn't succeed, plus it's hard to say for sure that what is happening now is related to this guy wanting you dead, but regardless i will do everything i can to keep you alive so cheer up" he paused and caressed her cheek with one of his hand "i expect to have to watch your back for many centuries to come as i doubt this contract is going to be ending anytime in the near future." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Unto the anvil of war!
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2016 11:26 pm
Esabel listened to what he had to say, ignoring the interruption as the doctor came in and moved the prisoner. She concentrated on Wolfric holding her and calmed down enough that she wasn’t a mess of fear, the caress of her cheek and his expectation of their future giving her a ray of hope that she didn’t expect to find. She finally pulled back to look into his eyes for a long moment, finally caressing his cheek, “Esabel doesn’t like to be afraid… But I won’t be afraid anymore with you near me… You’re Esabel’s Puppy now… Not a beast, not a wild dog, not a freak or any of those other names… You’re mine… And Esabel is yours… Together, we’ll save each other…” she whispered to him softly, hoping he understood what she meant even through her crazy way of speaking. She looked into his eyes another moment then leaned in and gave him a deep kiss, nipping sharply at his lower lip with a soft moan. She knew the n** at his lower lip would be a deep instinct for him to understand since it was a begging action among all wolves, now meaning that she was begging for his complete attention. She needed to feel him closer, needed to feel more of what was pulling at her deep inside, needed to feel the fire inside of her raging again enough to banish the rest of her fear. But she eventually pulled back panting for air as her thumb traced his lower lip and leaned in to rub her cheek against his until her lips neared his ear, “Make Esabel stop thinking, Puppy… Make Esabel feel only you… Your strength… Your power… You, Wulfric, taking me over until I can’t feel fear anymore… Until all I can feel is you…” she whispered with her soft voice filled with the need she could barely explain but knew that only he could give her. In her mind right now was the image of the chains bolted to her wall and the silk-lined cuffs attached to her bed that he hadn’t noticed yet; the wall with the flogger and other whips that would give her enough pain to blend in with pleasure and make her stop thinking of her creator and her fear of him. She wanted him, her protector, her guardian against the monsters in her past, the beast that was powerful enough to take her on and leave her a shuddering mess that would curl up in his arms for the comfort she knew only he could give her…
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2016 11:56 pm
Into the fires of battle! Wuflric Von Shadowfang xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Wulfric grinned as he stood up with Esabel in his arms still, his eyes didn't leave hers for sometime and knew he was going to need to speak with Nalyne about this but for now Esabel required his attention and he was more than willing to give the attention she desired, as he recalled she desired to be chained up so with a smirk on his face he kissed her on the lips once more and then started to walk for to the door with her curled up in his arms "i believe there was something you desired before we came here so i think you've waited long enough" with that he picked his pace up a bit more pausing only briefly to see the mess that the prisoner was in as the doctor did his best to patch him up, walking on he left the infirmary and made his way back to the room to give Esabel some much needed attention. His walk back through would not go unnoticed as everyone he passed couldn't help but watch as he carried Esabel so easily and envied Wulfric for having been given such a opportunity and could guess where they were heading based on his pace as he walked by. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Unto the anvil of war!
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2016 7:29 pm
Once at the prison, Esabel and Wolfe were shown to one particular cell where several of those that had applied for the position of Esabel’s new babysitter were sitting and waiting to be strapped to her table. At least, those were the instructions waiting on them, the instructions that were passed over to Wolfe while Esabel considered the males of various races staring back at her. These were the ones that Lily really hadn’t liked and had suspected were up to no good, though she hadn’t had anything concrete to lay her finger on that would make her suspect them. So she’d simply imprisoned them and left orders that they were to be made available to Esabel whenever she showed up for someone to ‘play’ with… She finally turned to Wolfe, “Which one, Puppy? Esabel can’t decide…” she said softly as she looked up at him, her dark eyes trusting him to help her make the decision. At the mention of her name, though, only one of the three looked shocked while the other two just glared at him then turned to glare at her, both of the latter looking very fit for guys that had been sitting in the prison cell the longest…
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2016 9:34 pm
Into the fires of battle! Wuflric Von Shadowfang xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Wulfric looked at each one of them with interest, she was usually very good at picking them, for her to be undecided meant that all of them were fine subjects to suit her needs. the one who was squirming at the mention of Esabel's name suggests that he was not entirely sure what he was getting into, even a skilled assassin wouldn't be that careless about their emotions and the evidence that pooled around him doubly confirmed that he was a idiot with nothing to tell for now, his interest would ignore him for the time being the two who would look at him was who he was the most interested in. their eyes said they'd kill if they were given half a chance to do so which meant they were prime candidate for interrogation. to decide would require more than his power of observation to determine who he would take "well since i have the pleasure of picking the toy to entertain my dear Esabel i guess i shall use my instincts as a wolf to pick" the two possible candidates broke eye contact with Wulfric to look at each other in confusion, what was he planning to do? with a smirk on his face he beckoned the wolf within to come forth. Wulfric changed without pause and soon was looking down at the two prisoners with dark intent. the fear was in their eyes he could see it as he stepped forward and grabbed one of them by the throat Wulfric growling as he did so. the man screamed in terror and clawed at Wulfric in attempt to escape from his grasp but to no avail he would not be swayed so easily. Wulfric examined the prisoner much more closely watching but checking as he went by how the prisoner reacted, taking note of every scent and movement he made, before long he grew tired of this and determined he'd be less entertaining for Esabel.
Wulfric tossed him aside as a candidate and looked at the other one, who was glaring at him again good that was the kind of fire he was looking for someone with a strong spirit would be most entertaining and one who would take time to break. Looking at Esabel for a moment his mind had been made up as a blade appeared into his paw to which he threw in the direction of the other prisoner, the blade landing right in front of him, the prisoner didn't even flinch when he threw the blade, which was a good indication he had nothing to lose and was very strong willed. looking into Esabel's eyes it was hard to mistake who he had chosen. The prisoner foolishly grabbed the blade suddenly and went at Wulfric with intent to try and kill him, Wulfric had already anticipated this action and dodged the attack without any problem, growling he grabbed the man's wrist and forced him to drop the blade, not stopping there he slammed his fist into his stomach to take the wind out of him but not so much as to spoil the fun for Esabel leaving him on the ground grasping for air, Wuflric looked at Esabel again to see if she approved of his choice. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Unto the anvil of war!
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2016 11:14 pm
Esabel let Wolfe work and gave one of her clapping-happy jumps when the candidate was chosen, “Yays! Time to play! Oh, you’s is gonna be a good one too,” she said as she moved around the male now gasping for air on his knees, finally patting him on the back of one shoulder briefly before turning away to motion to one of the guards still in place here. The human guard moved forward and cuffed the prisoner to a faretheewell while he was still trying to relearn how to breathe then backed off again. It was a good thing she’d had him cuffed when she did, though… The moment he saw that she had her back to him, turning to look over the others briefly, the prisoner tried to make a grab for her, clearly intending to try choking her with his chains. But she ignored him for the moment after a negligent wave in his direction, her dark energy moving to bind the idiot even tighter. She turned to Wolfe with a curious expression, “Esabel knows that this one might have information for you, but what about the others? You sure they won’t scream well for Esabel?” she asked him softly, making the semi-smart one move even further back in the cell and as far from Esabel as he could get while the one that Wolfe had grabbed turned a look on her that spoke volumes: he was really hoping that he hadn’t heard her right… Of course, his expression also said that he had things that he didn’t want to reveal… Meanwhile, her dark energy was moving around the chosen prisoner, altering the cuffs into something much more painful for him. Now the cuffs had spikes along the inside, the points piercing his skin and making him bleed. But not too much, of course. No sense in letting him bleed out before she even got started on him. Her dark energy even gagged him for the moment, making sure that all they heard were his muffled protests and pain sounds behind them. Truthfully, though, the cuffs were a replica of the ones that Esabel loved to have used on her from time to time, her favorite cuffs of all time. Though hers were more like bracers with a spacer-bar between them that could be attached to the bedframe or any of the chains she had in her room. She’d made Wolfe go nuts on her the first time she’d worn them with him… The chain between the cuffs altered as well, turning into silver-colored barbed wire that wrapped around the male’s legs to keep him from going anywhere while she talked to Wolfe, ignoring his whimpers for the moment. “Guards say we can have all three… But Esabel doesn’t like the one in the corner… He’ll die too fast and scream too much… The other one, though… He looks like he knows somethin’…” she pointed out, clearly seeing something in the prisoners that he wasn’t, “Esabel’s sure this one knows somethin’, but that one looks like he does too. Not sure how much, but he knows somethin’…” she said softly as she tilted her head to look at the prisoner in question. The one bound behind her was a shifter of some kind. She thought he was a cat but couldn’t be sure since her sense of smell wasn’t as good as Wolfe’s. The other one looked like a hybrid of some kind. She was sure of the vampire because of the fangs and pale skin, but the pointed ears could have been elf or some kind of demon. The last one, the one putting himself in the corner as far from Esabel as he could get, that one was just a plain human and he was truly frightened of both of them by now. She tilted her head the other way as she looked the second one over again before shaking her head and turning back to the one Wolfe had picked, “Well, this one’ll do for now. Esabel knows he probably stinks somethin’ awful, but would you carry him for me?” she finally asked, fairly sure that the prisoner’s fear-scent was coloring the air almost as much as the human idiot’s was… She frowned as she looked closer at what her dark energy had done, “That’s weird… Esabel didn’t mean to make anything like my favorite cuffs for him… Don’t think that’s fair…” she looked a bit annoyed over that one but would put up with it until she could get him strapped down to her table. In the meantime, the scent of his blood was starting to blend in with his fear scent. It might have been making it harder for Wolfe to stay in control, but it was what they had to deal with until they got back to her rooms and she could strap the idiot down to her table. After that, she could take care of his bloodlust, but they had to get the idiot under lockdown first…
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2016 12:53 am
Into the fires of battle! Wuflric Von Shadowfang xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Wulfric glanced at the one who was hiding in a corner and took note of his presence for a later time. He turned his attention back to Esabel and just nodded the smell of blood was starting to get to him as he growled slightly to make a point to the rest of the prisoners that he was in no mood for their stupidity some of them shying away while the one at his feet now was starting to grovel at his feet, not amused he picked the fool up but not before giving him a good punch in the stomach again which did what the first time didn't do and that was knock him out cold, less likely of him to try anything that might cause Wulfric to tear him apart. the smell was very strong and his eyes showed how much he struggled to not go berserk on the prisoners, he truly was going to have to reign in the bloodlust but then again with Esabel the scent of blood was commonplace so he would just have to deal with it until he could calm down. before Wulfric left he collected his discarded blade so as to prevent anyone important enough to question from cutting their own throats not that it mattered eventually they'd die but not before telling everything they knew. Wulfric waited for Esabel she was very fond of her games so he would hold onto the prisoner until she was ready to leave. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Unto the anvil of war!
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