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 Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 7:40 pm
Aanian bit into Ramiel smoothly, quickly. He sucked the blood out quietly, shutting his eyes in delight. Much better than some of the other blood he had had. Silently, he wondered if it had anything to do with the fact that it was coming from an angel. It was possible. He drank for several minutes until he got his fill. He then pulled away, wiping his mouth.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 7:53 pm
Ramiel grunted as his master pulled away. The bites on his neck seemed to heal really quickly. The marks were still there, but there was no bleeding or anything. "Is that all you require, my Lord?" Ramiel asked, pulling his shirt back up.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 7:55 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 7:56 pm
Aanian nodded. "Yes. You are excused." He told his slave coldly, standing up. "I will likely not need your services until I go out tonight. It would be wise to rest until the night comes." He informed him, waiting for Ramiel to exit so that he may leave his own room.
[|-|+Hey, lolli, you do know that both Seth and I have posted for our slave characters, right?+|-|]
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 8:06 pm
((why can I hear RP fanfiction being scribbled?))
Ramiel stood up and buttoned both shirts back up. He then placed a white gloved hand on his chest and bowed to Aanian. "Yes, master" he said, then walked out of the room. He went and sat down on his bed.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 8:13 pm
Once Ramiel was out of his room, Aanian left his room, locking the door after him. He walked down the eastern wing of the building to his sister's room, pausing for a moment before knocking on the door. "Aniana, have you fed?" He asked, leaned against the door in anticipation of an answer. He knew it wouldn't be healthy for his sister to go much longer without feeding.
Aniana looked up with surprise at the door when she heard Aanian. "Yes, I just did, Aanian." She answered, her voice strong. There was an obvious strength now that she had fed, and outside the door, Aanian grinned. He knew now that his sister had properly fed; he walked away and down to his own hall, informing the chefs of the two new slaves on his way back down to his section of the estate.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 8:14 pm
((Eternal: Oh hush!... lolz heart
Mouse: Oh. No I didn't... *goes back to look*))
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 8:17 pm
Ramiel lay down on his bed and folded his wings over him. It felt weird, being bitten on the neck. He didn't have a charm marking that he was a feeding slave. However, he expected that this would be frequent. He closed his eyes for a little bit. He didn't sleep often as angels don't need to sleep much. Some didn't sleep at all. However, if he would be fed upon, Ramiel knew he would need to sleep at least a little bit.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 8:22 pm
((I could have sworn I replied to that. Oh well... ))
Lianne led them to a large, well furnished room that was so clean that it looked like it had never been used before. "This is my room." Lianne started. She then turned to Chrissy. "You're not really a slave are you?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 8:28 pm
Chrissy looked at Lianne before shaking her head. "No. I...I was out doing errands for my father, and I got caught. However...father hadn't managed to get any of the fae - not even us - citizenship." She said quietly, hinting at the fact that her father hadn't been just anyone among the fae.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 8:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 8:39 pm
((Miki? You ok))
"I see. Well now your under my, or rather my father's roof. Since you don't have citizenship, you're stuck and there's nothing I can do about it." Lianne said with blunt honesty. "What can you do?" Lianne asked.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 8:43 pm
Chrissy looked at Lianne, thinking for a minute. "Well, as for skill around the house...I can cook pretty darn good. Otherwise, I can't do much as for cleaning and things...but I can fly, create glamours, and control winds." That was when she'd realized that she'd left her father, a horrible chef, behind. Hopefully Lucian was going to cook - her father would just poison her family.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 8:50 pm
"Alright then. You will be my cooking slave." Lianne replied. She then turned and looked at Seth. "And as I told you, you'll be working as my personal guard."
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 8:58 pm
Chrissy nodded reluctantly, still not liking her situation one bit. However, perhaps she would give it a chance before running. After all, there was the chance that she'd just end up back in a slave shop if she ran, and at least she knew here that her 'mistress' was nice.
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