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 Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 11:53 am
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After opening the cage which Toxia was in, he stood up and tossed the key back to the slaver. He didn't even have to watch to know that the man would struggle to catch the key which was perfectly tossed. Lukas put his hand up to his forehead and slightly started to shake his head from side to side. 'Stupid humans.' Lukas wasn't sure why, but he did know that humans annoyed him.
His other hand was by his side, when he felt the little girl grab hold of it. Lukas kind of snapped out of his initial annoyance and looked down to see what had grabbed him. He looked down to Toxia, then heard the sound of something melting. Lukas looked over his shoulder and saw the bars of the cage starting to melt away. Lukas raised an eyebrow. Maybe he shouldn't have given the key back to the man, from the looks of it, he's gonna have to get a new cage anyway.
Once again, Lukas heard the girls voice, he looked back down to her and realized that she wasn't calling for him, more like affirming that he was now her master. As they held each others hand, he had begun to notice how the girl's tiny fingers made their way between his. He grinned, the girl was sneaky, he'd have to give her at least that much.
Lukas could feel his hand staring to shake ever so slightly, the toxins which emanated from her. Lukas took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Once he did that, his hand ceased to shake and he felt nothing at all. Lukas was used to being tortured in many different ways, and was used to feeling pain. Though holding onto the little girls hand was neither torture nor a burden. He just had his ways of dealing with it. Lukas was able to shut down his nervous systems. Meaning that even if his body was being physically hurt, he wouldn't feel a thing. Though the damage would be probably felt later f he didn't tend to the wound right away.
Lukas lead the two to his car. Yes, he thought that the humans were inferior creatures, but he still needed to get around one way or another. The man drove an all black lamborghini. Hey, if you were to go around, might as well do it in style. Lukas opened the door, which swung up instead of out, and helped the girl get in. After closing the door after her, he walked to the other side and got in himself. Turning the engine, Lukas looked back over to Toxia. "Buckle on your seatbelt, and it's a long ways back home, so I don't mind if you fall asleep." The man said to her as he pulled out of the parking spot he was in earlier.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 12:40 am
 
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xHelp me find who I used to be... Anistasia Whyte ... And save me from what I have become Anistasia looked down as she heard him say good girl. It was odd to heard the familiar words from the stranger. It made her frozen heart throb. How could he be making her feel these emotions? Anistasia still didn't understand why it had to be him. She could only feel hate towards the master. Along with all the other emotions, it should have radiated off of her. Hate would never leave Anistasia alone. She would never allow her to feel anything towards another being but hate. Clenching her jaw she nodded some as he spoke. Thinking such things had turned her soft blue eyes gold again so she stared away from the master to hide the beastly side of her. While the master had looked around for the owner, a guard had noticed. The man made his way towards them, having heard their conversation as he passed earlier. Anistasia could tell from the way he looked at the master that the guard thought him crazy to buy such a creature. "You'd like this one, right?" he asked. Without waiting for an answer, he pulled a pair of hand cuffs that had a chain attached to it from his belt. When he reached inside to put the on Anistasia's wrists, the girl pulled her arms back and growled as she bared her teeth. Her teeth seemed to sharpen at the presence of the human. The scent coming from the human automatically made her want to change into a wolf and attack him. She didn't want her new master to see that though. As soon as she got a hold of herself because of the man, Anistasia would be embarrassed for showing the monstrous side of her. "Behave. Or I'll find an electric collar for you," he said. At the thought of being shocked, Anistasia's eyes widened. Her neck was burned from electric shocks, along with her wrists and ankles. She might hate being shocked even more than humans and the cold. When it came to hating humans and shocks, it was a close call. After a moment, Anistasia held out her wrists, watching as the guard put the cuffs on her writs. They were a little too tight, but she knew it was to make the cuffs bite into her skin in she tried to pull away. A short moment after the cuffs were put on, the guard opened the door of the cage and tugged on the chain. It made the girl whimper as she shifted out of the cage to stand. Handing the chain to Anistasia's master, the guard told him the price. The girl just stood and looked down to hide her eyes as she waited for the man to lead them out of this place.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 11:35 pm
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๑ "Toxic Dragon" ๑ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄  Toxie was indescribably pleased that her new master allowed her to hold his hand. It shook for a moment, something she observed with curious eyes for the moment that it was happening, then the trembling ceased. Though she had seemed concerned about the initial shaking, she smiled at seeing how steady his hand was, how willing he was to be in contact with her, how he was able to stand her even when her cloud of venom was ever present... This was going to work out quite well, the little lethal thing decided. The cheery expression remaining on her face, Toxia followed Lukas as he led her out of the place she had been captive while she was up for sale. As they left, the slaver sighed with relief to see this dangerous piece of property gone from his care.
Toxia had been brought to her new homes in numerous different manners of transportation, ranging from a horse-drawn cage of sorts to a carriage upholstered by those of great wealth, though the one Lukas led her to had to be the most interesting. At the sight of the sleek black machine, her ears twitched and her head tilted with interest. What made it run, she wondered? There was no beast to pull it, no massive locomotives to tug or push it along. This wheeled vehicle made the juvenile creature terribly curious, and when the door opened upwards she faltered back a step in alarm. Master Lukas encouraged her towards the opened door, and upon peeking in she saw it looked something like a carriage, which made her feel more familiar. Smiling, Toxie accepted the help into the vehicle, sitting in the plus leather seat and looking around the interior in wonder.
As she was surveying the glowing time display and array of buttons she felt inclined to push, her ears twitched at the sound of her master speaking and so she looked up at him. What was a seatbelt? Looking around, she noticed the shiny metal buckle and the strap it was connected to, pulling at it and watching in wonder as it came towards her. What was she supposed to do with this? The red buttoned buckle receiver caught her attention, and by putting one and one together Toxie buckled herself in, looking to Lukas for confirmation that she was doing what he indicated. When they began to move, she watched out of the front windshield, then looked to the seat below her, fingers drumming over its surface. A thought occurred to her, and she gave a little unthreatening growl to catch his attention. "Do you want my poison off, Master?" she asked, referring to her fog of toxic gas. If left the way it was, the interior of the car would probably retain some unpleasant damage.▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄  o b e d i e n t ▷ v i o l e n t ▷ l o v i n g
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 11:43 am
 Hear my growl, watch me dance,
chasing my prey in a deadly prance.
Call to the moon, settle in the lands,
then captured and taken to a place where no man can
Run free with the taste of victory.x x x x x x x x x Michael Anderan x x x x x x x x x Michael sighed and closed his eyes at the sight of a smirk on the neon neko's features. He was not going to be staring at that face the entire time. The male's ears twitched and flicked every couple of seconds. Endless footsteps skidded across the floor behind the neko in front of his cage as he spoke. He looked confused and irritated at the same time.
The demon looked up at the other male outside of his cage at the sound of his statement. "Neko? I'm not a neko. I'm a demon. A bobcat demon. Not a neko." Michael noticed the boa was in a slightly different position on the neko's shoulders, probably adjusted by said person. His tail swished, curling upward and resting by him, the end of the sandy brown tail on his stomach.
Little flames sparked behind the guards, on the cage bars, making the two jump and whirl around. Michael could sense their terrible urge to yell at him, to the cage and give him a headache. But when they turned around, the male was still, eyes closed as he waited for the neko outside of the cage to say something.  Watch me struggle, hear me scream,
see me fight until I bleed.
Life is just a deadly game,
But I dare not flee the dangerous lane.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 7:13 pm
 ⇛ xX Ȓyu Ҫhessiry Xx ⇚ ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ I’m a gummy bear,
Yes I’m a gummy bear. A yummy gummy funny lookin’ gummy bear~ ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎  ╔══════════════════════════════════════════╗ ❂ He watched the strange person in the cage silently waiting for an answer. His answer was interesting. So this guy wasn't a neko? He was a demon, like Ryu's boss.. But more pointedly, a bobcat demon.. wait. Wasn't that still a type of neko? Because neko meant cat and this guy was part bob'cat' so... Confusing..
"Isn't a bobcat a type of cat? And a neko is a cat... Soo you're part neko?" he asked curiously. Partly to be annoying, and part just plain and simple curiosity. Ryu wasn't one to actually think too much about such details that were not that important. But a mischievous look crossed his face when he noticed the little flames and how irritated the guards had become. Yet they weren't going to in front of a potential buyer, would they? "So. What's your name?" he asked, gears turning in his mind because he was considering this guy now. Annoyances were fun, even if he was the one being annoyed at times. ❂ ╚══════════════════════════════════════════╝ ☆═━┈┈━═☆☆═━┈┈━═☆☆═━┈┈━═☆☆═━┈┈━═☆ … Now face my gun, And be ready to run hun. Love ya~ ~Good bye, fair well, khush, zai hui, bai bai, sayonara, adio, adios, ciao, au revoir! …Baka ~Laa la la ☆═━┈┈━═☆☆═━┈┈━═☆☆═━┈┈━═☆☆═━┈┈━═☆
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 8:16 pm
Hear my growl, watch me dance,
chasing my prey in a deadly prance.
Call to the moon, settle in the lands,
then captured and taken to a place where no man can
Run free with the taste of victory.x x x x x x x x x Michael Anderan x x x x x x x x x Michael sighed again at the neko's way of putting things together. The chains around his torso strained as it expanded with air, dropping back down soon enough. "Not neko. Yes, I am someone with ears and a tail of a cat. But the people in my previous generation are demon and bobcat, separate and purebred. Makes some think similar to shape shifters." That was as simple as Michael could get it.
Golden eyes stayed hidden underneath lids and long lashes. One of those simple three word questions traveled to the male's ears, making them flicker and twist forward. "Michael." The male was really starting to hate this. The chains that were precautionary were starting to hurt, and he couldn't maneuver himself at all into a comfortable position. This cage really was too small. Maybe he was slightly claustrophobic? Watch me struggle, hear me scream,
see me fight until I bleed.
Life is just a deadly game,
But I dare not flee the dangerous lane.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 6:55 pm
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Westley smiled reassuringly at the woman as she stepped inside of the car and got herself accustomed to her new surroundings. He wasn't completely surprised at her questions about the vehicle because of how old fashioned she had sounded to him while they were talking. He just hoped that she wouldn't feel to overwhelmed with everything on top of being responsible for two rowdy children. Sighing just slightly he stepped into the driver side of the car and pulled the key from his pocket and turned it in the ignition. Immediately the car came to live with a roar and then leveled down to a nice hum of contentment. Satisfactory at his amount of gas left he pulled out of the parking lot of the shopping center and drove both of them towards their newly combined home.
((OOC: after this post, we will now be posting in the "at home" thread" smile ))
If you ask me if about war
I will tell you about sacrifice
If you ask about violence
I will tell you about love
If you ask why I left
I will ask you why stay.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 5:19 pm
________▌█ ☢ נ є z z є я ☢ xxxxxxxxxxxx☆ → " ѕ т ι т ¢ н є ѕ " ☆ xxxxxxxxxxx ✗ к ι η ✗  Worthless glass marbles spilled out from our palms
We gathered them up like diamonds and laughed, never ending days.
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They called us fake but nobody had the guts to look us in the eye
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▓ Blood, blood, blood thats all he could see, smell, taste and feel. It was beautiful, the whole room painted in red, the taste of copper in ones mouth and the smell of rotting life was just breath taking. A crimson eye stared at the mess, a few men lieing on the floor face down in their own life's essence, a look of pure bliss appeared in the crimson eye. You would have seen a smile on the males face if it wasn't for the half mask over the males right eye and the rest of his face, his left eye the only thing visible, "Seems I completed my list early this week~ Hehehe, maybe I'll get a bonus." he said through the mask his voice slightly muffled. He turned swinging the machete in his hand before tossing it backwards, the machete stuck into one of the dead body, "Now to blow this place up~" he said with a smile. He walked into the kitchen grabbing some random chemicals and starting to spread them around the place, "Fire, fire, fire~" he chanted happily.
He snapped his fingers a couple of times and finally a spark lighted between them, and he smirked opening his hand palm up the spark moving to the middle before igniting into fire. The fire moved as he passed the fireball between his hands before he threw it on to the bodies. Flames ignited everywhere and he walked out of the home pulling his hoodie up over his head and starting towards the sidewalk, black hair was plastered against alabaster skin, he once again looked happy as he moved down the sidewalk looking entirely casual. He looked up when he heard sirens and he sighed reaching up his entire hand going over the mask as he squeezed it, with a hiss it detached from his face the once shining red orb that was on the mask turned blue as he removed it, the mask shifted into a watch and he snapped it on easily. He breathed in slowly trying to keep himself from getting to relaxed, he moved lightly down the road his right eye still covered by his hair, "Oh Alice, my dear, do not cry~ For soon you will die~" he sang happily a smile crossing his features revealing long fanged teeth.
"Jezzer! Stitches! Whatever we call you." a voice sounded from his watch. Jezzer looked down, "Tch, what do you want assholes?" he hissed. The watch beeped, "Go home already. We sent you a letter." the watch choked out. Jezzer blinked and sighed before looking to the sky, he looked down the street and shrugged, "Guess I got no choice, I better disappear befo-" he was shut up when a flashlight passed over him. He crouched down and jumped up as the flashlight went back to where he was, he was up in the air for twenty seconds and flipped once before landing around ten meters away. He ran off after that. He made it home easily and well the second he walked in he was grabbed and gagged, "Fragh! Fht ah ru doin?!" the muffled voice groaned before he was dragged to a table and strapped down. He struggled defiantly but he knew it was futile, then all he saw was a knife going for his stomach, when the scientist lifted up his shirt all you could see are scars.
Jezzer woke up his sight hazy, he couldn't see out of his right eye once again and his breathing felt fine, he blinked the haze clearing up as he stared at his cieling, "Damn it.....I must have passed out again." he mumbled. He stood up slowly pain searing through his stomach, he lifted up his shirt to see new cuts and stitches in his stomach and up to his chest. He breathed out and sighed touching the mask on his face, he noticed that there was a note to the side of him and he picked it up staring at the letter incrudeously, "Be here again in two days? Your bonus is you can have a house mate, just don't eat it." he recited. He raised an eyebrow, "I'm not a cannibal." he stated. He stood up fully touching the stitching on his stomach before he looked at the note again, "House mate huh? What about a house pet?" he snickered. He remebered killing a few people and one of them came from a slave shop well that was what she said before dieing.
He snickered deciding that maybe he should just go there, he smirked his red eye glinting with interest as he moved out to go to the slave shop, he would probably have to guess where it is but he would probably find it eventually. After maybe six hours of looking and four hours of questioning from various officials due to him wearing a mask he found the place. Rows and rows of people were in cages some crying out and others looking defiant. He smiled though no one could see it.▓
We trusted the strength we couldn’t see and set out
It doesn’t matter where we end up
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Spreading our tiny wings, we look up at this sky that’s way too high
But we’ll never walk with our heads down or make excuses for not flying O O C ;
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 11:04 pm
 The slaver’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he looked at the presented bars. He didn’t say a word to if it was acceptable or not. Quickly snatching up the bars and putting them into his robes, he turned to the cage. Giving a quick snap of his fingers that cage lock gave a quick click noise. Oh yes, this slaver knew not to get close to certain slaves. Some were pretty dangerous. The magic user also knew that some masters didn’t like having their slaves touched either. So to be safe the slaver just used magical locks and chains on his slaves. Passing the cage of the angel the slave disappeared behind his desk to find a suitable place for his gold bars. It was still a while before closing and the man didn’t want them out in the open to long. Oh yes, this slaver was a cautious one. He was also very glad to be rid of the angel again.
The male in question opened the door of his cage with a bit of a push, causing a small clang of iron against iron. Swiftly leaving the cramped space, Jordan let his wings spread wide. He was a tall being standing at six feet eight inches. He wasn’t overly muscular but still it was clear he was in very good shape. He was only smirked a little bit as the ‘goddess‘ started to move away. Now she is in a rush isn‘t she. he thought as he gave a final roll of his neck before setting after her. The angel was at her side in a moment. “Well, there is a couple of clothing stands. I am sure we can find a satchel or a backpack to keep everything.” Not thinking anything of it, a gloved hand went out to her arm as he firmly but surprisingly gently steered her in a new direction of the marketplace. Over to the less ’seedy’ side were people sold goods that weren’t flesh and bone. And if they were it was food or an animal that wasn’t humanoid.
“So what first? I assume a backpack would be the best choice.” he asked looking about for a place where they could pick him up some sort of pack. It would save time just to start stuffing things in there as they went along. “And you might as well start telling me who I am looking out for, though I am rather good at figuring out who is looking in my general direction for too long but its always good to know what I am up against.” Yeah, the angel had grown a bit cocky over the years. As long is he wasn’t fighting a demon or someone with demonic powers, his chances of dying were very slim. Though if he wanted to at least maybe get his full powers back he would have to keep the goddess alive. Jordan was still not a hundred percent sure that Azure could even keep her promise. Though he couldn’t really judge her yet, for now he was just doing his ‘job’ protecting this lady while she ran from some one that took everything from her. This should be cake, he thought as he brought them too a table with large leather bags on it. ((Reposting for ease of finding it <3 ))
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 11:04 pm
  "Yes," Dakota responded to the guard as he came over, blue eyes studying the approaching man. There was something a bit off about him, but the lycan kept his words to himself for the time being. However, when Anistasia seemed to back away and bare her teeth, Dakota's eyebrows raised just a tad in amusement. She felt threatened by the guard, but seemed to be fine with Dakota, hmm? Good. He would break her down and make her dependent on him and only him. It would be an effective way, would it not? To make her think - no, know - that he was the only one who would take care of her. That nobody else would be able to do what he could do for her.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't damage the girl, man." Dakota spoke up as the guard threatened Anistasia with a shock collar. A low growl came from his throat, and he reached out to take the chain as soon as it was offered to him. "Before I give you anything, I want you to take the cuffs off of her." What? Was he crazy? No... well, maybe, but not because of this. It was a way to gain her trust - and to have her know he trusted her not to run. Of course, he would easily be able to catch her if she did flee, but she didn't know that just yet. This would just be a test to see if she would actually run, really... and there was no warning given to her or anything. He didn't need to tell her not to - it should be understood. He hadn't hurt her so far, had he? Hadn't given her a reason to run, and he was surely showing kindness by telling the guard to take the cuffs off.  [] I'm so sorry for taking forever, and that it's so short. I had complications with tons of s**t, plus school and work. I'm back now, and I promise the next post will be longer. >.< []
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 4:57 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 3:19 am
 Dakota handed over the money, of course, shoving his wallet back into his pocket. The guard left even after giving one last strange look, and Dakota just cocked one eyebrow up in return. Once the other man was gone, the lycan turned on his heels to face Anistasia - but she was gone. Blue eyes blinked a few times, looking at the back of her head as she raced out of the exit. A deep, irritated sigh escaped the master, one hand going up to rub thumb and forefinger against his eyelids. Why was she running? He had not hit her, he had not done anything to hurt her. As far as she knew, he was helping her. He might have even set her free! Well... no, he wasn't going to do that. But he had acted kindly to her, and been gentle with her. This was how she was repaying him? No, no, no... this would not do.
Dakota seemed to take his time as he stripped his jacket off, as well as his shirt. A few of the people around looked at him strangely as he just slowly walked after her while stripping the jacket and top. And soon enough, his bare chest was seen. Strong muscle rolled underneath tanned skin while he moved, but something more seemed to be happening. The clothing was set aside as the master seemed to be just in a pair of pants. And within seconds, he stopped walking as the change began to happen.
Snap! Crack! Sickening noises were heard as his bones broke and readjusted into new positions. Thick, white fur emerged from his pores; spilling out as if he were one of those play-dough toys that children constantly messed up. His face changed quickly - a muzzle protruding from his mouth and nose - teeth elongating into sharp canines. It all seemed to happen so fast, and end so quickly. Within moments, the human-looking man that had stood there before was now a wolf-like creature, but with human characteristics. The beast stood on hind legs, and his front paws were like human hands - only furry and with sharp claws and thick pads on the palms. His body was much larger than before - seeing as he stood around seven feet - but he was also bulkier. Even with fur, it was obvious how thick his muscles were beneath the skin. Much thicker than before, but perhaps that had to do with size.
Remaining still for a long moment as he got used to the change - seeing as it was always painful in one way or another - he let out a low growling grunt. However, not long after, the large wolven creature took off after his slave. She would not get far, considering he was quicker in this form and his muscles allowed him to push off the ground harder in a faster run. And of course, within minutes, he was behind her. The large body sprinted around her, shifting to where he could leap in front of her and move into her way of where she was running. Lips curled back and bared white fangs as a deep snarl came from his chest; warning her. If she continued to run, he would give chase and make sure he took her down. Not to death, but he would likely tackle her and make her submit to him. So really, she'd be better off submitting right here and now. [] Rofl. Play-dough reference FTW []
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 2:59 pm
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'Looking around the market' was what anyone else would be doing. But no, Arry sighed cocking his head to one side. Horrath squawked a warning and Arry stepped out of the way of a running... something. He wondered what it was and shook his head, listening to the world. He could hear different people talking, could smell the scent of poorly washed slaves as well as oddly scented humans. He sighed and crossed his arms, his sword hanging at his side and his spear in his hand, tracing it back and forth in front of him. He wasn't sure where start. Horrath landed on his shoulder and led him to the side of the road. He followed the tilting of the raven's body and knocked against a cage, any cage... Horrath looked down at the cage and gave a squawk that he used to indicate fairies. Arry smiled and tapped the bars, turning his head to cage. “Speak.” He directed the slave in the cage. His nose twitched gently. “Fairy, what is your name and what is your breed.” He shifted a bit so that he could hear the breaths of the slaver better, pinpointing where the man was by his breathing and scent. He had heard slavers were tricky and he didn't want to have to kill anyone.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 8:57 pm
 MakaniMakani was terrified of his surroundings. His mother wasn't there to help with his fear by brushing his hair like she usually did so it was up to him to do it himself. But even as he sat in his small cage and watched human and non-human come and go he still couldn't find the comfort that he once had. And just thinking of his mother brought an ache of sadness into his heart which broke more as he thought of his other mother. He new that the Queen didn't really like him, but this surely was overboard wasn't it? Surely this was just some elaborate prank like all the other she and her spa-children! He couldn't speak ill of the woman, he couldn't of anyone. It was part of his fae upbringing. Speaking of which, his fae magic was weaning being stuck in a cage so close yet so far from nature. He just wanted to be free! Was it so hard? Once again he was close to tears by his morbid thoughts when he saw another non-human walk unsteadily toward him. His eyes were bandaged and he seemed to be conversing with the bird in his arms. Forgetting his past thoughts, now his mind was filled with want for the birds call or at least feel of its feathers. So when the man (he was sure it was, it didn't have the..um...chest) tapped on his bars he leaned expectantly toward him and did as he was commanded.
"M-my name is Makani and I am a Forest Fae." he said softly in his musical voice.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 9:18 pm
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Arry tipped his head to the side, listening to the fairy speak. It was male, good, he had no time for his soldiers to be distracted by a chest. He moved forward slightly, pressing a hand to the bars and running his fingers along them. "Bring my hand to your face so that I may see you." He demanded. Horrath flitted back and forth along the man's arm and moved into the cage. He flitted over to the wood fairy's shoulder and sat there, pecking at his hair and deciding his approval. Finally he gave a chuckle and fluffed his feathers up before preening. "What is your vision? Do you have training in combat? Is the stench of human on you from being here or do you have some tainted blood? If so, how do you age, I will not spend good money on something that will die in less than a hundred years." His voice was harsh, darker than the raven's chuckle, still it was not specifically unkind, rather he sounded indifferent. He turned his head towards the slaver. "Name is price. I have no interest in being here for long." His long ears gave a twitch and signaled to Horrath who gave another chuckle and hopped back to Arry's shoulder.
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