Mina looked up to Sarashay again when she felt a hand on her head, blinking up at her as the words sank in. She looked down at the water again, moving around and looking at it from different angles, wondering how it could possibly do anymore tricks. After a moment she nodded and smiled at Shay, before turning towards the window and beginning to walk toward it. The small child carried the liquid sphere like it was something fragile and precious she was afraid to drop, watching her feet to avoid bumping into anything in her peripheral vision, keeping her eyes mainly on the orb until sunlight touched her shoes. She looked up, then blinked a couple times as sunlight reflected off the surface before shining through it.
Azul's eyes followed his his sister for a moment before finding their bag to the slender figure standing a couple feet from him. He nodded at her words, despite her eyes being focused on the child, and following her suit, his eyes returned there, too. "Yeah, Mina barely turned five a couple months ago, but she has enough energy to keep up with her second oldest brother. Kii has the most energy out of our four siblings."he commented, matching the volume of his voice to hers. Now that he thought about it, he realized she barely had any idea about their other two brothers, even though both he and Mina had mentioned them. "Ah, Kii and Aki are my younger brothers. Kii is ten, Aki is just a year younger than him. I'm Azul, er. Mina likes to call me "Raindrop."There was a story behind that, too. Considering their parents had died when she was only two, Azul had become her--their--only parent figure, though they all knew he was their older brother.
Over by the window, Mina squealed and giggled as the water writhed and changed shape, dancing and swirling in the air. Her fingers pranced with the horse, arms stretching out as she pivoted in the opposite direction of the flying duck, cupping her hands together again as it morphed to a chicken, looking at it closer as it pecked at her palms. Strangely, she could feel the moisture of the water when it sat in her hands, but it left a dry trail, no wetness on her skin as it left and moved around her tiny upturned palms.
OOC: EXACTLY 400 WORDS. THAT'S AWESOME.
THREE STARS, NIGHT AND DAY ☆ ILLUMINATE MY PATH ✪ EVERY STEP OF THE WAY ★
Saphire_L_Fox
Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 5:40 pm
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If she had known he was thinking that there was someone better out there than her, Aine would have tossed him out with a huff. Of course there wasn't anyone better than her, she was her! What more could he want? As his gaze obviously slid up and down her body, going well with the remark - was it a compliment? - she merely smirked. Someone else might have blushed, or feigned confusion or shyness, but Aine wasn't someone else. She was gorgeous and she knew it, and while she rarely had to resort to using that to her advantage, she wasn't above it if necessary. She stood her ground as he came closer and just tossed her head a bit stubbornly as he reached out and touched her hair, his fingers then resting her pearls just above her breast. Aine raised an eyebrow and looked up at him - even in her heels he was much taller than her - and let him skim his fingers up over her throat to her chin, her eyes meeting his calmly. Not coolly, because the phoenix didn't do anything without passion of some sort. She was too fiery for that. His hand was warm against her skin, rather than cooler like a human or another creature's might have been, and she rather enjoyed the sensation. The female relaxed slightly, as it was wasn't as if he could hurt her anyway, and watched as he walked away from her and began to talk about his home.
Oh, so he was taking her, then. Not that she could object too much - he was disgustingly rich, handsome, and he had hot springs. She was sold. He would certainly be able to keep her in the manner she deserved, at least. At the mention of a dog, she cocked an eyebrow again. Since when did dragons have a dog? There was definitely more to the story than that, but before she could ask he was off inspecting the room again. For what, Aine hadn't the faintest idea, considering he was insane, and her attention snapped back to him when he began to talk again. "As if I'm going to complain about being taken out of this place, finally. Another week and I think I'll get a guard to smuggle a match in," the phoenix remarked in amusement. What, did he really think she'd object, or want to go with someone else? No one else had even bothered to come into her room, which stung her pride, but perhaps that had ended up being for the best. A spectral dragon was here now, something she'd never thought to see again. Well, at least for a very long time, 'never' was impossible for an immortal being to say with a straight face. And if he had ever really seriously thought she was going to be some sort of housekeeper...oh, the stupid man. Lucky for him he hadn't had even suggested it, because she obviously wasn't one for cleaning, especially picking up after other people. She'd rather burn him and his chateau completely to the ground.
She was allowing him quite a few liberties with her person, letting him touch her and her hair, but the phoenix found it more amusing than anything else. At least he could appreciate her for what she was and he certainly didn't strike her as the sort to try to experiment on her. No, he wanted her for...a decoration, perhaps, which was fine with her. It meant she'd be pampered and be allowed to do as she would, and all she had to do was look pretty and probably accompany him to parties or the like. Oh, it had been a long time since she'd been able to enjoy herself, or had the means to live in such luxury, and the phoenix was more than looking forward to it. Looking up at him, a faint smirk appeared on her lips and she tipped her chin up to meet his gaze as he looked down at her again. He had a thing for her color, that much was certain. And they did make a handsome pair with their coloring - their eyes were eerily similar, she noted, and wondered if that was merely a coincidence or a sign. Aine believed in both things, liking to think she had some amount of choice in her life and it wasn't all predestined, but she had lived long enough to know some things simply were meant to be, no matter how hard you flapped your wings against it.
"I think that if this place isn't as marvelous as you make it sound, you are going to have a very unhappy phoenix on your hands, Drayce," she purred, smirking up at him. Pulling away from him grip, the female walked over to the head of the bed - she walked like a model, heel to toe and back again, her hips swaying but not in an exaggerated manner. Everything about her oozed class and luxury, rather than ostentatious wealth and gaudy jewels. "As long as your puppy dog knows not to eat Herbert," the phoenix added, bending over to fetch the platypus from where he was resting on her pillows. She straightened and gave Drayce an almost-challenging stare, as if daring him to laugh, as she held the plush against her chest defensively.
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Status: // Intrigued, I like the sound of this...xxxLocation: // This boring hotel xxxCompany: // Drayce, my new master
"Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt..."
Up to her to decide? Hearing that she could play with the cats, her eyes lit up and she nodded eagerly. When he added about finding someone else, someone more 'durable', Aileen figured he meant someone not human who could stand up to more rough-housing than she could. She wasn't fragile, but she wasn't stupid enough to think she could hold her own against these big cats and not get hurt. "I'd love to play with them!" the young woman told him excitedly, warming up a bit to her situation. The promise of being allowed to go home if the opportunity arose had calmed her a bit and who wouldn't want the opportunity to get to spend time with beautiful cats like this? Well, maybe someone who was scared of them, but she never had been. Aileen loved animals, furry ones especially, and it had always been her dream to get to see a tiger this close. Well, maybe not this close - but this was even better than anything she could have thought possible. And she could certainly appreciate that he wasn't calling her a slave or talking about purchasing her, trying to have some sort of respect for her feelings. It made it easier, being treated like a person instead of a thing.
At his next questions, she tipped her head a bit, obviously thinking about it as she scratched Sarah's ear. "Well...if you have three big cats, I'd say a big place...lots of land, maybe? And you just mentioned flowers, so...a garden? I don't really know, I just see lots of space," Aileen said, sounding a bit apologetic that her reply wasn't better. "And I love flowers! I don't really garden, but I don't mind getting dirty if you want me to do something like that. I think they're so pretty...I started out drawing flowers in the garden at home, there was always something different..." Aileen trailed off a bit, thinking to herself, before giving him a sheepish smile. "Oh, um, I can clean up after myself too, I won't make messes and leave them just around for someone else," she added, trying to think of something else she should tell him. They hadn't had a very large garden at home, her mother was allergic and even though she was hardly ever there she didn't want to put up with it when she was, she said. But Aileen had finagled a few plots for herself, one of the cleaning staff serving as a gardener when it was necessary, and she'd spent hours sitting in the dirt practicing on the finer details of petals and leaves and whatever bug might have happened to be on them while she was busy.
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"...and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." Outfit
BurningxLullaby
Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 3:14 pm
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Luka had been laying in this same room for hours, one hand tucked under his head as he settled into a passive rage. He could not call lightning to his aid as he wished, but he used the power from the electricity to create small sparks, fueled on by his anger. With a snap of his fingers, the tiniest crackling sound emerged from his fingertips, a purple circuit running underneath the skin in his hands, but nothing more. His eyes didn't leave the underside of the bed's top pieces, unblinking, unmoving. The only damage done in the room had been down the middle of the bed with his claws, though he had thrown the comforter over it so it remained unseen for now. He hadn't tried doing much else, except toss his coat by the windowsill; not even his shoes had been removed. The buttons on his shirt were all undone, exposing his chest and stomach to the air, his hunger and anger sizzling just beneath the skin, thrumming through his muscles, his frozen blood.
Though he should have seen punishment coming, he had not foreseen this! He had sworn an oath to never bring harm to them, to protect them, and he had. For one trivial thing that was not even a mistake, or a taboo--they did this! He'd served almost five hundred years protecting them, and for what? A castle, a residence he hardly ever set foot in, because he was too preoccupied protecting the people who gave it to him? A one-way ticket to freedomless profit? He was at least loyal enough to carry out their last command properly. He was accustomed to serving another anyway, what difference would this make? If he could not grow accustomed to his master or mistress he could simply kill them. He would be returned to this place, and wait for another, simply repeating the process until he could tolerate adjusting one of their presence.
Light tapping made his ears focus as the sound started in the ever growing silence. Slowly the sound drew closer, steady as a buyer walked the halls. Luka had seen what the outside of these rooms; unlike most of the slaves here, he had been conscious and walking on his own two feet as he was escorted to his prison. Regardless of the decor, the fashion in which the room was still designed, this place was still a prison, these rooms cells holding them captive. The large creature did not move as the deadbolt unlatched, the door sliding open almost soundlessly. A scent drifted through the room unmasked. Animal... neko. Only when she started speaking did his silver eyes flitted to her, snapping his fingers one last time from where his arm lay above his stomach (across his torso), hand resting suspended at his side. She didn't look like someone who would come here of her own accord; ebony hair, ivory fur, pale skin, soft features, iridescent crimson eyes. "Browsing," he supplied, seeing as she seemed at a loss for words. "And I suppose someone dragged you here as well."
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A profound silence void of speech was settled upon the room and not a single movement was made with the exception of soft breathing sounds and the gentle rise and fall of a chest. Burrowed deep beneath the plush covers was Pyotr. His head nestled in the comforting crook of his right arm as his left arm absentmindedly rested on his stomach. As if still in the womb, he was curled into a fetus position, perhaps thinking that this would allow him to avoid the vacant stares of buyers that came to relinquish part of their riches to a system devoid of rationale.
He had nearly become a ghoul, floating where he wished inside the confines of his beautiful jail cell. Without his magic he felt no will. Without his magic meant without his music as well. All he wished for was the soft sounds of an instrument. For now he had to be satisfied with the chimes of the small bells attached to the anklets and bracelets he had on. Every move he made sprouted a chiming sound that filled the room, bouncing off the walls back to him. Such a small sound produced such a big erratic heartbeat in his chest. He wanted to feel his lyre between his hands, golden, sonorous, enchanting...
The edge of the bed sank downwards when he sat at it. His hooves felt the ground gently before he dared slide off the bed, a trail of ringing behind his actions. The path he took lead directly to the bath of his room. After shedding all the royal robes he still owned, he climbed into the filled tub. Almost in a dreamlike state, as if on hallucinogens, he washed fluff out of his hair and scrubbed himself clean of any sweat or grime that would unbalance him, make him unclean. The water was so hot it was almost unbearable but he could tolerate it and he did. He got out of the shower when he felt his skin about to scald and burn off into water bubbles.
Being in captivity, not able to feel the fresh breeze on his face or run across meadows... This helplessness was something he detested because he felt vulnerable. He was vulnerable.
Seating himself in one of the lushly cushioned seats in the room, he waited. What for? People came in, looked at him strangely and somtimes asked questions. But they never took him away from this damnable place.
Sure, it was heaven. All the food you could eat, all the books you could read. Even so, this was just sugarcoating a place no better than a dirty slave market. It didn't make him feel any cleaner. He felt soiled.
Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 12:48 pm
Did you hear me scream? I can't hold it in {Not anymore}
あたし の さけび きく ですか「Not anymore」
What am I again? Aprincess?OrPsychopath?
あたし だれ？おうじょ？きょしん？
Physical pain burns dimmer than my emotional agony
It's getting hard for me to breathe
いき を できない わ
My tears choke me to death
あたし の なみだ
Maybe I should have never been brought to this earth at all
あたし が うまれた で ない はず
Dying, dying, dying, dying, dying, dying
しぬ しぬ しぬ しぬ しぬ しぬ
Never brought here at all
た で ない はず
Welcome to my perfect world, according to Angelica
かんげいさ アンジェリカ の せかい
It's my turn to run the show
いま は あたし の じかんだ
Next to Cynthia
シンチア もつ
Drew Barlett
There was a soft knocking on his door, which caused the young elf to awake from his state of enchantment and direct his attention other places. Before he could say a word, two people burst into his room. One of them, the louder, smaller creature, greeted his with much enthusiasm. The other, a mature looking woman with eyes equally as red as his own, looked almost doubtfully at Drew as he sat up.
"Ah, um....hello to you too." He put on his best false smile, though a certain part of him deep within knew that there was a hint of true pleasant feelings within it. She seemed like a well mannered woman, like her entire goal wasn't causing him more physical and mental harm than he'd already been through. At the thought, his fingers absentmindedly stroked over his left arms, feeling the gentle, puffy ridges of healed wounds that'd oozed red. He let out an almost nostalgic sigh, tracing infinity symbols on the carpet with his eyes before looking at the small girl, then the older woman.
"I'm assuming you're here because you have some sort of interest in buying me, so it's only polite to introduce myself. My name is Drew." He made a small nod towards both of the women, stopping on the taller one. She had white hair just like him, and her eyes glittered the same shade as his blood red eyes. It was weird. Meanwhile, the shorter had dark hair and seemed to radiate positive, or crazy, energy. Maybe he wouldn't mind having these two as his new masters....no wait, mistresses. He'd never had a mistress, let alone two of them at once. Besides, anyone would be better than what Demitri put him through.
Smiling cheerfully at the elf, Kohii looked around the room curiously, while her mistress was more concerned with inspecting the elf himself. She brought her gaze away after a minute, however, not wanting to cause him distress, and let Kohii do the talking for the moment. "I'm Kohii! It's nice to meet you, Drew!" the tsukumogami said enthusiastically. He seemed nice and not mean at all. She'd sort of expected everyone here to be mean and grumpy and sad. Well, he seemed sad, but that didn't surprise her. Bouncing on her heels, Kohii only paused when Theana rested a hand gently on her head to calm her down.
"You're going to make someone seasick if you keep that up," the homunculus remarked gently, a faint smile on her lips as she looked down at the spirit. Making a bit of a face, the girl nodded and then looked back to Drew, the smile appearing on her lips again. It was obvious she was excited and she bounced over to him once Thea had lifted her hand off of her hair. The older female went back to looking around the room, perhaps for signs of the sort of person who lived here, but it was all so impersonal and cold. Comfortable, but not warm at all and she frowned slightly. She had grown rather attached to her new home she'd prepared for a slave and had to admit Kohii was right - it was a lot more cheerful than the penthouse they'd been living in before.
Her thoughts were drawn back to the slave and her little spirit as the tsukumogami walked over to him, clasping her hands in front of her politely. "What sort of elf are you, Drew? I'm a tsukumogami - a spirit of a coffee pot!" she introduced herself proudly. "That's my mistress, Theana. She's a --" Kohii caught the slight frown even as she remembered that the female didn't like to say what she was. Most people saw her sort as living dolls, or walking corpses, and looked at her with disgust and fear. "-- a very nice lady. We have a new house just to bring someone home to, would you want to come with us?" she asked enthusiastically.
Taking note of his charms, Theana had to find it amusing that she and the elf shared the same shading, though his hair was a bit darker than hers, more silver than white. Still, it was striking and she wondered if it was a sign. "Kohii is always very...bouncy," the older female said with a slight smile. "You'll probably find me dull in comparison, but it would be nice to have someone else to talk to."
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Beatrix gave a smile as the man spoke, even though he demanded the she buy him food. Not that she cared too much about that. "Alright. What would you like? While we're out, we should probably get you enough clothes to last you until our next big shopping trip... The town I live close to is... small, so the people don't get a ton of stock in." She said softly as she once more got lost in her mind, thinking about the small village on the outskirts of what she called home. Her farm was usually the main producer of crops for the village, especially during the fall season when the children carved pumpkins and Halloween was coming up quickly. It was the only time Beatrix made herself known to the people. Other than that, she typically sold through exclusive vendors to the people on the streets.
With a soft sigh, she shook her head before the man's hand touched her shoulder. One could tell that her was anxious to escape the slave trade and she couldn't say that she blamed him. Standing up quickly, she all but danced to the door and opened it slowly before poking her upper half out the door with a smile to the guard. "I'll take this one, thank you very much. I'll be taking him down to the counter to pay for him and then we'll be off." After she talked to the guard, she wasn't too sure why she had, but... Better to let them know what was going on rather than just walking out with a slave without them knowing, right?
Moving through the door, she beckoned Arcaeo forward with a motion of her hand before she headed down the stares and to the front desk, making sure that she wasn't alone every now and then. Her steps were those of someone a little too much energy as she all but bounced down the step, twirling every now and then, a soft hum of the song 'This is Halloween' being carried in the air. When she came up to the desk, she smiled to the owner of the shop and paid for her purchase before turning once more to her new friend. "Alright. We're all set to go and get you some clothes before we head out to my home. What do you think? I personally don't have any man's clothes in my home other than my father's from back in the year 1002 when he died... I don't think you'd want to wear those." She said with a laugh as she waited for his response.
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xmaiden-monochromex
OOC: I'll get her home set up soon. They should probably do some shopping for him though, so is should drag it out a bit. xD
Saphire_L_Fox
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 7:49 pm
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I'm drowning in the bottom of a bottle, running from a man I swore I'd never be. No one ever has to face tomorrow, but I'm the one that has to face me. It's the demons I've created for myself, the tragic truth. It's hard for me to understand myself, so it has to be hard as hell for you!
Are we born to be broken? Sinners? Thieves? Someone tell the Heaven's I'm ready to escape. This is not what I wanted, not what I needed. So take it all, tear it all, rip it all away.
I can't say the Devil made me do it. I chose to be the one I am, the way I am today. I wish there was, but there's no way around it. In the end I made the choice and will not die ashamed. It's the voices screaming in my head, the tragic truth. It's hard for me to understand myself, so it has to be hard as hell for you!
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So, maybe relaxing in the bath was a good way to pass the time after all? Things just seemed so dull lately, so utterly boring that he didn't even know what to do with himself anymore. He never actually thought that he'd be this... miserable by himself, but as his yellow eyes stared up at the ceiling with his head back against the cool porcelain, he just wasn't so sure anymore. With a loud sigh, the man looked over to the counter where his clothes were piled up. "Well Belial, got yourself into a pretty bad situation now, didn't you?" He asked himself, his voice lightly echoing off the bare walls around him. "But, it could be worse. I could be castrated and dismembered before being thrown into a meadow of naked frolicking nymphs." He said with a short burst of laughter, even if he didn't find it that funny.
As the silence once more surrounded him, he heard knocks on the door out of his room, though they were muffled and not very loud. Quieting down, he heard the door open and then a woman's huff of breath before the footsteps intruded into his space. Words that he couldn't quite make out sounded next and though he couldn't understand them, he'd be sure to face whoever the hell was in his room. Irritation grew as he pushed himself out of the cooling bathwater and pulled the plug before grabbing a towel to dry off. Throwing on a simple pair of pants, for he knew no reason for undergarments, he opened the bathroom door. A pissed off look was on his face as his narrowed yellow eyes instantly went to the one thing out of place in the room that he had grown accustomed to in the past month.
Putting his towel over his shoulders to keep the water still in his dripping hair from running down his back, the being crossed his arms, crossed his legs and leaned against the door frame before he spoke. "You know, the last woman that came into this room died about a month ago. A horrible death where she was dismembered while air was still leaving those powerful lungs of hers. I can still faintly hear her screams in my head." The smile that formed on his lips didn't reach his eyes, the wickedness in that expression something that might have scared his former parents up in heaven. "So tell me, kitty, just what are you doing in my domain? And if you say that you're looking to purchase me, I only have one thing to say... And that is 'Get Out'. I'm not looking to be manhandled again." He said coldly, as his golden red gaze becoming darker the longer he stood there in her presence.
aleki chan
Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 8:13 pm
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❈ Sarashay smiled as she watched the child, Mina, enjoying the magic that the Pooka had known all of her life. It was difficult to imagine there being no magic in her life whatsoever, but she glanced over at the man as few feet away before turning her blue eyes back to Mina. But Shay was surprised when she heard that there were actually three younger children and that this man was not the young girl's parent, as she had assumed, but her older brother. "Well then, it's nice to meet you, Azul. I would turn to shake your hand and what not, but it's still difficult for me to keep the water moving while not looking at it. Especially with this collar." She said softly, her voice not loud enough for Mina to hear over her own laughter. ❈
❈ After a few moments of just taking in the sound, she switched the water's shape into the of a giraffe and her smile widened as the water pranced around, throwing it's head around for the small girl. Sara hid the fact that the collar was beginning to drain her, but if one looked closely, they could easily tell by the way her breath quickened slightly and her smile became almost strained. "So... Azul, may I ask what you are looking for in a place like this? Mina said a 'pet', but I have a feeling that it's something in particular that you are searching for? I've been a nanny for many people for twenty some odd years. And if you're wondering... I am what they call a Pooka. I can shift into any animal that I know of and have control of water, however, I cannot harm another living soul." She said, her words getting more and more strained as they went on. ❈
❈ The water's form began to slowly shift back into a ball, even though Sara was doing her best to keep it active. Sadly, her energy levels weren't what they usually were without the collar on. With the last reserve of magic, she made the ball turn into a butterfly which flew over to the flowers that were in the vase where it drizzled over the flowers until the water was all back into it's vase. Disappointed that she couldn't keep going with the magic, she turned her gaze from the child to the floor and let out a breath. Lucky for her, her magic wasn't directly connected with her energy levels, so she didn't feel faint, but only felt... empty in a way. ❈
✖ Out Of Communication: ✖
✖ I'm wearing: A blue sundress. ✖
✖Find me: In my slave room. ✖
BURNINGXCITY
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Saphire_L_Fox
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 9:36 pm
Kazuo Kinshen ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ Where Am I:SLAVE MARKET Who Am I with:SARAH // AILEEN What Is My Mood:CONTEMPLATIVE ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ White Weretiger
Kazuo's ears stood at attention at her excited statement. He chuckled at her enthusiasm; good. Sarah was a test to make sure she was not afraid of them, and she was Alex-comfy, considering he would be doing what Sarah was now, only he was much larger than her, and heavier. The sleeping arrangements, however, were questionable. He debated setting her up in the room with the landscape view, something to fuel her imagination. The view wasn't over anything outlandish, it was simply an overview of the vast garden outback. Since they were both females, he supposed Sarah would probably bunk with Aileen. The cats--himself included--were big on cuddling. Though he would let her choose between that one and the other three guest rooms. Of course, she would be allowed into their massive cuddle sessions. All four of them being felines, they had no problem letting anyone else in unless it was a canine breed; sometimes even then.
The weretiger leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes, listening to her observation, nodding at all the things she got right. He smiled when she mentioned she started out drawing flowers. Opening his eyes again, "That sounds about right. Well, I do have two guest bedrooms with windows overlooking the entire garden. Of course, mine is the only one with a balcony leading out into it."Shaking his head at the comment she added last minute, Kazuo smiled. "Don't worry about that. Riley and Sarah leave messes all the time. Alex is an old fellow, so he doesn't really do that. Don't worry about that."Though he thought about it. A test run, perhaps, to see how far her imagination could take her. If he were to describe the garden to her, he wondered how accurate she would be. Perhaps not the garden, though; maybe just a garden, or a forest. 'This will be interesting. Though I wonder if she'll actually be obliged to do it.'Making up his mind, Kazuo focused his eyes on Aileen again, flipping to a clean page and holding out the sketchpad to the her. "Would you draw me something? I'm curious. How good are you with descriptions?"
Sarah grumbled from where she lay sprawled on top of the human, snuffling and resettling herself, eyes closed. She knew she probably wouldn't be able to do this when they got back to the estate, as Alex would be doing it, or Aileen would be up and walking around. Or Riley would be playing with her. Of course, she would be interacting with Koko, but it was clearly proven she could do that with someone on top of her. She just hoped it wouldn't be Koko himself, because that just wouldn't be fair. Though Riley was constantly pouting that Sarah was favored because she and Kazuo were both tigers, that's why she always got to go everywhere. Though both of those things weren't true, she always argued. It was just because Alex was too lazy and Riley didn't know how to control himself.
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Color Me Fubar
Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 10:08 pm
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"Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt..."
Aileen wasn't even thinking about where she would sleep or anything like that. She was too concerned over what he wanted her to do, glad to hear the sorts of things he expected from her, and what sort of place she was going to be living in. Where she would sleep was just incidental to her. As long as she had a kitty, she knew she'd be comfortable. Her eyes lit up at the mention of bedrooms overlooking the garden, already imagining what it would be like when the sun rose and wondering what direction the rooms and garden faced. It was obvious she was already daydreaming about it a bit, excited at the idea of such a large garden, and returned his smile with one of hers that was a bit more relaxed when he told her not to worry. She was already getting a good idea of what Riley and Alex were like, though she didn't know what sort of big cats they were. "Are they tigers too? Alex and Riley?" Aileen asked him curiously, taking the sketchpad automatically when it was handed to her.
"Descriptions? You mean, like drawing something someone tells me about?" the young woman asked in surprise, looking at him curiously. Thinking for a minute, she finally shook her head with a slight shrug. "I don't know, no one's really..." Saying no one had really shown an interest sounded like she was trying to make him feel sorry for her. "I've never had anyone do that before, but I'd like to try," she told him, her enthusiasm picking up again as she wondered what he had in mind. Aileen was really up for anything new, as long as it wasn't something that could potentially kill her. When it came to art, really anything he'd suggest she would do, if only for the sake of trying it at least once to see. She wasn't big on judging something before she tried it. Except eating seafood. She couldn't stand it.
Although she was human and not sure if Koko was as well, Aileen noticed how his ears kept twitching, like a cat's would. Wait...he didn't even have human ears, she realized, having been too caught up in everything else to even notice. He had kitty-cat ears, white fuzzy ones with black tips. Maybe he was a cat too? A shifter or something? Well...sometimes people liked getting their ears or head rubbed or something. She liked having her hair brushed, though no one did it anymore, or getting her head rubbed. Something soothing like that. Maybe it was having a massive tiger love on her, or just how nonthreatening the man was being. Either way, Aileen had an impulsive burst of courage to hold her sketchpad in one hand and reach over with her free hand to curiously rub Koko's ears like she had been doing to Sarah.
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"...and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." Outfit
Kazuo Kinshen ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ Where Am I:SLAVE MARKET Who Am I with:SARAH // AILEEN What Is My Mood:SURPRISED ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ White Weretiger
The weretiger smiled to himself as Aileen clearing started daydreaming. Probably the garden, as it was clear to him that she liked flowers."Perhaps I could teach you how to tend to a garden. You could help me,"he offered, to give her something to do. What would she do? So far her options were draw, explore, play with the cats and laze about. She would run out of new territory eventually, and one could only enjoy being lazy for so long before growing restless. Maybe she would even run out of ideas for drawing. Flowers always needed to be tended to, though, and with the size of his there were always new things to learn, always more things to do. Not realizing that his attention had drifted away into his thoughts,"Hm? Oh, no. Alex is a snow leopard, Riley is a white cheetah."
Listening to her response, Kazuo nodded, pleased at her answer, as well as her enthusiasm. Hopefully she would be able to put the stress of her situation in the back of her mind. Obviously it would be impossible to forget her new title, as that to the mind could be as scarring as being physically branded. He noticed the human's eyes begin to wander as he handed her the paper. But before he had a chance to comment on it or see where she was looking, he felt her fingers caress the fur of his ears. It surprised him; at least Aileen had already been holding the sketchpad, otherwise he would have dropped it. He might not have been so responsive if he hadn't been so caught of guard, but things being as they were, the weretiger dropped his head onto her shoulder, eyes instantly closing as he rubbed his head against her, pushing against her hand encouragingly. Almost instantly a purr started up, rumbling contently from deep in his chest. He would most likely be embarrassed about this later; he and Sarah both knew it as the other tiger cracked an eye open to see what the ruckus was about. Huffing, she wiggled away, so she was simply curled over the human's legs. The human's attempt at sitting up definitely wasn't going to last long now, under the unrestrained weight of Kazuo; they were already beginning to tip. Thankfully the floors were carpeted, so she wouldn't hit her head too hard, though that would be more guaranteed if they were actually on the bet. Sarah guessed that was kind of her fault for practically trampling the poor human into the floor.
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Color Me Fubar
Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 12:32 am
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"Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt..."
It was partially a front the girl was putting up. Acting like everything was fine, pretending to be so caught up in what was going on now...she wasn't sure what she was more afraid of, going home with him or being left here. Perhaps both, but being left here certainly had little appeal, especially when he said she could have her freedom. Sure, there was a condition, but still. There was a better chance going out than there was staying in, she realized. It wasn't that she wasn't enjoying herself. What girl wouldn't want a massively-fuzzy tiger loving on her and a handsome man talking to her? Because yes, she thought he was, even if she wouldn't really even admit that to herself. But there was still a part of her trying to adjust to the fact that she was a slave now, a piece of property to purchase, and it was hard to wrap her head around it.
Although, when he suddenly just sort of collapsed on her, that certainly stopped her train of thought.
Well, that hadn't been expected at all. At best, the young woman had thought he might tell her to stop it, or ask what she was doing. Something of that sort. Aileen certainly hadn't expected her prospective master to just drop his head on her shoulder and - was he purring? He was actually purring, like a great big cat! She could feel the rumble in his chest vibrate against her arm as he leaned down on her, going completely boneless. As Sarah moved down the young woman lost any sense of balance and squeaked as she fell backwards, smacking her head a bit on the floor. It was carpet, so at least she didn't crack her head open. But with Kazuo's full weight pushing her down she'd hit it a bit hard and saw stars for a second as she blinked up on the ceiling. Her fingers were still on his fuzzy ear, rubbing gently, sort of an automatic gesture at this point, as she looked at him in surprise. Between Koko on her torso purring away and Sarah on her legs, she was more than warm and a bit heavy, her legs starting to fall asleep. But Aileen didn't complain - it was sort of nice and she'd missed...well, she'd never really had it. But she'd always wanted things like this, just...cuddling with someone and feeling safe. That was the feeling she kept having she couldn't place - they made her feel safe.
"Um, should I apologize?" she asked sheepishly after a few more minutes of rubbing his ear. They were really soft, just as much as Sarah's were, she realized, abandoning the sketchpad for the moment to reach down and scratch the tiger's forehead with a smile.
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"...and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." Outfit
Something that he was doing was rubbing the phoenix the wrong way, but he just didn't know what it was! She seemed pretty okay with him getting all up in her business and touching her hair and skin, and she had amusing little comments to match his little spoken thoughts. Was she a perfect package or what! Drayce knew he could never be bored with her around, and this just confirmed it. Especially the way she looked back into his eyes, her confidence as clear as those blue orbs. It was odd to the man, to find someone with eyes similar to his in colour, and it wasn't often he could admire that, but here she was with eyes that nearly matched his own. They were both colours as close as possible to each other in the spectrum, so was this all just some fantastic coincidence, or had the universe intended for the man to find such a beautiful creature straight up. Raising an eyebrow as she purred a cheeky little comment up to him, a pleased chuckle came from his chest and lazy eyes followed the red head as she walked away from him. She had a nice wiggle in her walk, nothing forced, and it gave her that luxurious appeal he'd been looking for. The less he had to mould someone to be classy, the better. Classy women were more fun, and tended to appreciate money and luxury in the way they should be appreciated. Less classy girls tended just to see the expensive attributes and fawn over the items. You simply don't fawn over luxury; you embrace it, you make it your own. You respect it. Just like the redhead that stood before him, picking up some oddity from her bed - you respect class no matter what, and it will generally respect you back.
Speaking of the odd thing on the bed Aine was cuddling close, Drayce's look shifted from pleased to curious. What in holy hell was she holding? It all made sense upon hearing her defensive little speech about Herbert - who was clearly a stuffed toy - Drayce relaxed a little. Darcy was a dimwit, but he wasn't that stupid. "I'd never allow my baby to destroy something you hold near and dear to your heart, miss Aine. It would not only be heartbreaking, but it would create tension I really wouldn't like to have." Although he sounded a little bit sleazy, there was nothing but truth behind each well-formed word. If Darcy ate Herbert, Aine would hate him and would never entertain him. This would be boring. Boring was what he was trying to banish, so why would he put himself in a position to lose this lovely source of entertainment? Holding out a hand towards Aine after stepping around the bed to get close to her again, he gave her his very best smile to try and put her at ease. "Let's get you out of here, pretty bird. Let's take you shopping and make your classy side shine." Purring the last sentence carefully to entice the woman, he knew it wouldn't be too hard to get her to come along - hell she was happy enough to be leaving the room - but he just wanted to make sure. Waiting for Aine to take his hand, he pulled her gently closer to him, linked his arm with her's and guided her out the luxury room in order to make the payment final. He needed Aine to be his so she could come home with him, and oddly enough as he paid for the phoenix, there was a slight twinge of pleasure at the thought of the phoenix being his. Not in that way mind you, but being able to say he had a phoenix wasn't something you could hope to ever say.
Stepping outside the manor, Drayce smiled and took in a deep breath of air. It was much nicer than being in the stuffy manor, and he allowed Aine to do the same while he checked to make sure his ride was still in the manor parking lot. Spying his sleek ride, he grinned in a most cheeky fashion. "The shops for this manor aren't far away, but because I don't trust people, we'll be moving my ride so something doesn't happen to it. I hope you don't mind straddling something big." Intentionally making it sound just that little bit dirty it was laughable, the dragon draped his arm over Aine's shoulders and guided her to his beautiful black Kawasaki Ninja motorbike. "Just hold tight now. Since it's just a short move of the bike, we won't worry with helmets. Put Herbert somewhere safe now, and feel the wind in your hair." Straddling the bike himself and starting it up, he waited patiently for Aine to get herself comfortable before kicking it off and showing off just a little. The shops were so close it was almost pointless, but Drayce knew how good it was to feel the wind whip past you, and he wanted to give her a moment to really feel how good it was to be outside again. It was probably over too quickly for her, but at least she'd get a good long treat when it came time to go home. Sure it would be harder with the shopping they'd pick - unless delivery was an option - but the quicker they got her clothing and whatnot out the way, the quicker he could get her home and allow her to explore and get used to Darcy before he needed to do some work. Oh boy was he excited to see her reaction to his home!
