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"Hmmm... Perhaps..." Bastet said slowly, though she knew she was right; the girl was not human, or at least not fully human. A human body was too frail to hold two souls in it, and she had a feeling that "Thomas" wouldn't have survived... Mortal souls just didn't have that strength.

The cat goddess's eyes slid to the taller twin, and then she turned her head with a "hrmph". She still found him incredibly rude... And even though she couldn't hear what he said, she knew it was something rude. "My reasons for coming here are my own," she said a little loftily, "I came here to find somebody to take home with me, and that is all you need to know." She did what she wanted, whenever she wanted; she was a goddess, after all! Sure, she liked to pretend to be human... so she often had to follow human rules, but that didn't change what she was or what she could do.

Standing up once again while leaving the towel she had been wearing behind on the bed, Bastet circled the girl once more, pointedly walking through her brother as though he wasn't even there. She felt a slight jolt from doing so, but continued as if nothing had happened. Instead, she looked over the young woman again, using her sharp eyes to pick up the tiniest details and even discreetly scenting her... She definitely didn't smell fully human. She had a sort of... sweetness to her? Where had she smelled that before? She was going to solve this mystery sooner or later!

Reaching out, the cat goddess lifted up the girl's arm, and then almost immediately dropped it when she felt a tiny bit of her vast energy drain out of her. Lifting an eyebrow slightly while studying the woman once more, she thought to herself, "Sure, she is human... Just as much as I am a dog goddess." This little girl was sure full of surprises... Her eyes drifted over to the twin, and she suspected he knew something but wasn't going to say anything. Oh well, she was stubborn and wouldn't give up until she discovered the truth... Until then...

"You will do, I suppose," Bastet said with a small smile as she returned her full attention to the girl. She noticed then that they stood at eye-level with each other... even with her heels. She wasn't certain if she should be a little bit miffed at that or not, and then decided she didn't really care. She could change her size if she really wanted to, but she liked the way she was.

"Tell me... Linnae, was it?" the cat goddess continued without missing a beat, "Do you like cats?" It was the most important question, after all... She was a cat goddess, and she had quite a few cats living on her property... It made it so much easier to blend in whenever she felt like going into her cat form that way.


ℳood: Inquisitive ℒocation: The Slave Shop with "The Twins" Øutfit: Elegant and Flowy

ØØℭ: Edited it a little bit. >.<

Roland leaned back slowly in his seat, watching as his chauffeur drove him through the small village in his way to their destination. The village seemed quaint and well kept for and he assumed that Mistress Pallas' mansion was the same. He liked the way everything looked ordered and he'd heard so many good things about how the woman ran her household and kept the slaves functioning properly. He had gone to some other slave markets but each one had something wrong. Either they malnourished their merchandise to the point they were undesirable or they would try to scam him out of his money. He had been to the point of just giving up and hiring a maid or something when he overheard two gentlemen speaking in the coffee shop he frequented. His sharp ears picked out the word slave and he'd listened in, acting as if he was just relaxing so the men wouldn't notice. Once he heard about the spacious mansion set off from civilization, he knew he would have to check it out. It took some time and a lot of money but he finally bribed someone into revealing the location of it. So here he was, on his way to check it out himself and see if the slaves were worthy of him.
The young demon smirked, placing his hand under his chin and rested it on his palm, looking out the window of the vehicle. This area was quite beautiful with all the trees and the weather was bright with barely any clouds in the sky, he hoped his mood kept light throughout the visit. He turned back to look down at his phone, setting in the website again on his online browser. A picture of the mansion popped up and he studied it. The grounds looked very well cared for and from a small handful of other pictures, the interior was the same.
A few minutes later, the limousine emerged into a clearing and up ahead he could see the mansion in all its glory. As the vehicle pulled up to the front steps, no one came out to greet them so he assumed he would just have to get out there himself. Waiting for the chauffeur to open his door, he stood up and began taking slow, measured steps towards the entrance, all the while a small, teasing smile on his face, showing his confidence. He knocked then waited until the door opened, revealing a stern faced but crisply dressed butler.
"I'm here to see Mistress Athena Pallas about the..uh" He coughed slightly. "Merchandise she has. May I be seen to her office?"
The butler regarded him with a stern eye then slowly nodded, turning to the side so Roland could enter the building. "If you'll follow me sir." He said then began heading down one of the adjoining hallways with his escort in tow. Turning to the right, the man rapped smartly on the door there then opened it, allowing Roland to step inside. He looked around for a moment before his gaze rested on the woman sitting behind the desk in front of him. Inclining his head politely, Roland began explaining why he was there and that he was a bit sorry the visit was unannounced and if Athena would forgive him. Then, once he was given instructions on how to go about things, the man began looking through the files of available slaves. A few caught his eye, all female of course and he went deeper through their files to read their back stories and what types of skills they had. One, he kept going over, getting more interested by the moment and he held it out to Athena. "Is it possible for me to go and speak to the slaves before I make a final decision?" Once he got the go ahead, the man stood up from his chair and bowed his head again then opened the door to find the butler waiting for him. Handing the man the file, he nodded and began walking, calling over his shoulder. "Follow me sir and I'll take you to her room."

Roland hadn't even taken a step into the spacious bedroom when it's inhabitant spoke. He gave a small smile. "I assure you that this is the right one." He said, bowing his head before straightening and giving the woman a once-over. The image on her file didn't give her justice and he found himself staring more than a few times. It had also said that she was some kind of Native American deity that took on the form of a serpent. She certainly looked very exotic but he hadn't expected the female to be wearing a velvet collar, let alone the small charms he saw dangling from it. Raising an interested eyebrow, he stepped a bit closer then stopped, turning back to see the butler closing the door.
"My name is Roland Bennet, I assume you know the drill about seeing customers?" He asked, folding his arms as he faced her again. She didn't look dangerous and her file said she wouldn't put up a fight but appearances could be deceiving and he decided to keep a firm air about him until he'd gotten to know her better.
"How many owners have you had before coming here?" He asked, moving to sit down on a nearby chair. He leaned back in it and watched her, adjusting the half cape over his left shoulder absently. "Also may I ask your name?" He knew it already from the file but he wanted to give her a chance to say it herself. As he was waiting for the woman to speak, he looked around the room, surprised at how well they were kept and how big they were. None of the markets he'd gone to had given their merchandise any more space than a large closet, with some even just throwing their slaves into cages. He grimaced, remembering how pitiful they all looked when he'd gone over to study one or two. They'd all stared back at him with dull, blank eyes...but here, the slaves seemed to be treated like normal people other than being unable to leave their rooms and always wearing their collars. The woman in front of him looked well fed and healthy and he found himself getting more and more interested by the moment. "Once you're done answering those two questions. I'd like to get to know a little bit about you as well, if that's alright." Roland was used to being polite, having been around high sophisticated people all his life. Plus. she wasn't his yet and he didn't want to provoke anyone. So, he gave her the choice whether to talk or not.

Why did things have to end up this way? If only he had been thinking clearly instead of being blinded by lust. Most would say that it takes two to tango, but Shea knew exactly what he was doing, and for his willing affair partner... the man could have refused, but Shea would have just ended up seducing him. Blowing out a sigh as he lounged on his extremely comfortable bed, his fingers started to play with the velvet collar. This small piece of fabric branded him as a slave, and this new life that he was thrust upon was actually kind of frightening. Shea didn't know how to take orders or how to listen to other people. It wasn't like many people commanded him, save for his father but that was different. It was normal for children to listen to their parents, but in the end, Shea really didn't listen to his wise father. The Dream Incubus just HAD to go and fool around with that man. Rolling onto his stomach and propping his chin in his hand, Shea looked out the window as his legs crossed at his ankles. The slave didn't like being cooped up in this bedroom, and he wanted to go outside even though it was raining today. It would be nice to feel the cool rain, as long as it didn't storm... The Dream Incubus didn't care for the booming thunder and the vengeful lightening. Just thinking about it made him shiver. It had been raining that day he was sent packing. A young boy of ten was told he wasn't loved after the death of his beloved mother. Shaking his head and rubbing his head, Shea pushed the past out of his thoughts. He could think about it later.

Blowing out a low sigh, the young man looked around his room. It was quite a luxurious room and it confused the Incubus. He was sure that a slave shop would be a dirty and rather crude place. However this place seemed to be just the opposite!! This room was large and comfortable complete with its own bathroom. The woman who ran the place seemed to care for the slaves locked inside of the rooms, and she had actually asked him if there was anything that would make him comfortable! Blowing out a sigh, Shea had kindly told her no. The thing he needed to be comfortable was the peaceful sounds of home. The smell of the salt in the air and to feel the warm breeze of the ocean... To hear his father's deep but kind voice... The man was probably wrought with grief and worry. To come home to an empty home and have no clue to where his only child could be... Rubbing his eyes, Shea had to find a way to contact his father. He would do it with dreams but this place seemed to have so many barriers and seals that Shea couldn't even force his way into another slave's dreams! He had tried many of times now but he was always forced back into his own empty thoughts. Which wasn't a good thing... If Shea wasn't able to have any sexual contact, then his only choice was to eat dreams... which he couldn't do. Standing up, Shea started to walk around the room. If he wasn't able to feed anytime soon then he was going to get cranky and starve. Luckily he had just ate before he was kidnapped, and it had only been a day. He had to the end of the week to find a way to eat... The teen only hoped that someone would come and buy him fairly soon.

Coming to a stop and nibbling on his thumb nail, the Incubus couldn't believe what he just thought... Was he actually wanting someone to buy him? He was a slave now... not a free man to do as he pleased! He would have to listen and take orders, which was going to be hard... Shaking his head and walking over to his window, Shea sat down and placed a hand on the cool glass. He wanted to go home and wake up from this horrible dream, but he knew that this was all a reality and he had no choice but to live with his choices. Shea made his bed and now it was time to lie in it. Growling softly at the idea, the Incubus wasn't sure if he was ready to face his mistakes... He was only acting on natural instincts! BUT!! His father did tell him to stay away from couples... Shea had to just admit that he was an idiot... a big one. Looking out his window, the young man started to think about the potential masters he would have coming to visit him fairly soon. What would they be like? Would they be tall or short? Handsome or... not so handsome? If Shea had a choice, he would prefer someone with a sense of humor and... a child... Someone that he could care for and love. The Dream Incubus missed playing and talking to the town's children. They all made him smile and laugh. He hoped that they were getting along just fine without him, which he was sure that they were. Shea was just another playmate... he would soon be replaced by someone else. It would be for the best.

Shea just hoped that it would be someone that would be kind and patience. Someone that would play with them and their sometimes ridiculous tea parties the girls would think of. The thought of the tea parties made him actually laugh out loud. Those small girls would pull the teenager along, dressing him in fake pink pearls and hats with feathers or tiaras. He had to be the princess most of the time, but other times he was able to play the prince or knight. Those times were rare though. The boys and even the girls wanted to play the knights so they could rescue Shea from the evil king or dragon. Smiling and letting out a soft sigh, at least he had them in his memories and would think back on them fondly. He was sure that those memories would help him get through his days in the near future. Looking outside once more, the Dream Incubus got up and climbed back into bed. Snuggling into the fluffy, soft pillows as he pulled the feather comforter around him, Shea decided he take a nap and pray that he would be able to leave this place with a decent master with a child. That wasn't too much to ask for... right?

It was surprising to her, that he was actually speaking to her and seemed to be listening. She kept quite while he talked, not out of obedience, but a desire to learn. Nahi had quickly found out that she could discover much more about people by listening to them rather than interrupting. And they were all so interesting, even the boring ones had something she wanted to learn more about. So she watched him, and already had a few questions for the man when he said she could ask him things. He might not want to answer, but it never hurt to try. A faint smile appeared on her lips when he said she could speak her mind, and widened slightly when he added that she was a beautiful woman. Well, if she could change her shape, why should she want to be an ugly one? That made no sense in her mind. And then she snorted when he asked what her thoughts were on being owned. Hah. She supposed some liked it, or needed it, and understand velvet slaves usually did. Well, she was marked velvet because she wasn't dangerous, not because of her personality, that was for sure.

"I don't have an original human form. A serpent is my true form and the appearances I've taken over the years are like...skins I can shed at will," Nahi explained. "They're all similar, I suppose. I only changed my form because humans grow suspicious when you don't age, so it seemed prudent. Besides, it's quite difficult to get around as a giant snake." The female shrugged, flicking some hair away from her eyes as she examined him. It was obvious she was sizing him up, trying to get a measure of the man. Figure out what sort of person he was. He seemed a bit slippery and she couldn't be sure if the first impression she had of him was from an honest projection of himself or a facade. It was hard to tell and she didn't like that. It made her wonder if she could trust him or not.

She shifted again, stretching her legs out and crossing them at the ankles instead. "I don't particularly care for being owned, I think it's demeaning," Nahi answered honestly, with a slight shrug. "I'm an Uncegila - well, actually, I'm the Uncegila. Wearing a collar and being treated like a pet is humiliating and offensive. I'm hardly a dog or a cat, after all." She fell silent for a moment, getting the rest of her thoughts in order. "Would I lash out and attack you? No, I'm not a fan of violence. But I'm hardly going to sit around and let myself be called a 'pet' and treated like I'm on display. If you wanted a slave for that purpose, then I suggest you go find someone else," Nahi advised him. She gave him a smile, showing she didn't bear him any ill well, and leaned forward a bit to look at him. "So, what are you? You clearly aren't human either," she said bluntly.

Grabbing one of the extra pillows, Shea nuzzled the feathery down softness that the pillow offered, and let out a happy sigh. At least he could enjoy the comfort that his incredibly nice lodgings gave him. It didn't take Shea very long to get comfortable, and it took him an even shorter amount of time to fall asleep. It wasn't that the Incubus was sleepy. No... he was just incredibly bored. It wasn't like he was able to do much, seeing as he was locked in this room, and wasn't in the mood to take a bubble bath. Sleeping was the next best thing. As he slipped off into dreamland, the young man let out a sigh as he sat in his own boring dream. He really missed being able to slip into others' minds, and eating the sweetest dreams that were offered to him. However, being stuck in this estate, Shea didn't get much of an option. Blowing out a sigh, he closed his eyes and turned his dreams into a more peaceful place. During the time that he was laying in a field of flowers, a small knock could be heard, making the man slowly wake up. Hearing the door open and then close, Shea thought it might be someone bringing him lunch, but that thought was soon ended when he felt someone climbing into bed with him.

Stirring himself awake and sitting up as the body was pulled out of his bed, Shea couldn't help but noticed the masculine voice, that chided his... child? Opening his eyes and pushing his bangs from his face, the Incubus looked up at the blonde man and the small blonde girl that wiggled in his arms. Oh what luck!! He had missed the company of a child, and if this man was going to be his master... well Shea had no arguments about that. Pink eyes looked over the tall blonde, with a total look of appreciation before turning to his daughter. She was beautiful and seemed to be a delightful person to be with. If this small family took him home with them, then Shea would make sure to count his blessings. Stretching his arms over his head, the young adult let out a soft yawn. "If I had known I was receiving guests, I would have stayed awake." Giving them both a friendly smile, Shea looked them both over, genuinely interested with their presence, and was incredibly glad that someone had come to talk to him. He was dying of boredom in this room! Hearing the man's question, he opened his mouth to answer, but stopped when his daughter squirmed and seemed incredibly keen on taking him along with them. Oh... he might get lucky indeed.

"I'm afraid that you are the only princess in the room, my dear, but yes, I'd be very good." Giving her a warm smile, Shea was starting to like the little girl very much, and was thinking of different games they could play. Of course this was if he was allowed to leave with them. Snapping out of his thoughts, Shea got out of bed, and remembered the man's question. "My name is Elijah Weylyn but I much prefer Shea. It fits me much better." Even his mother and father had thought so. Not many had called him by his first name, and if they did it was because they were too nervous about using his much preferred middle name. Pushing a long strand of pink hair from his face, Shea walked over to his dresser and grabbed a ribbon, pulling half of it up. Even though he loved and took great care of his hair, it often annoyed him when it continued to get in his face, and felt like it was hiding his eyes. It made other people uncomfortable in his hometown, so whenever he was around others, he made sure to pull it back. Feeling satisfied with it, he looked back at them, and wished that he was able to get them tea or offer them something. Damned shop... Getting in the way of his habits. "You may sit down on the bed if you'd like, I'd offer you something to eat, but its quite obvious that I am not allowed that luxury. However, is there something that I may be able to help you with?"

Bright and curious pink eyes looked up into the beautiful stormy blue ones, before looking up into the sharp golden ones. The look in his eyes spoke of many past experiences, and it made the Incubus want to explore his dreams. It would be interesting to see what this man thought of while sleeping. He highly doubted that they would be very sweet, but possibly soured with pain and... anger? This man would be very interesting, but seeing as he had a daughter, it meant that he had a girlfriend or wife. Which meant that Shea had to keep his hands off of this man. Eating his dreams would have to be enough, but... the lack of this man's significant other... Where could she be? Chatting with the mistress about the possibility of his purchase, or outside waiting for her man and child to return? Or... was it possible that the mother was no longer with them? His eyes darkened in color at the thought, but quickly shook this thought from his mind. Whatever the case may be, Shea was still determined to leave this place with them... If the woman was still around and even if she wasn't, Shea had to make sure that he fully explained his food source... If this blonde man wasn't willing then, well... Shea guessed he had no other choice but to tell him to look for another slave. One that didn't require having sex with to live. Then again... there was the possibility that the man might take him home, and just tell Shea where he could to find a willing partner.

As he spoke, Roland was surprised that she remained silent. It felt almost like a normal conversation but the collar around her throat kept reminding him of why he was here in the first place. He kept studying her in interest. Nahi seemed calm and collected but the way she answered his question about being owned spoke another story. He'd expected her to say that due to what he'd already seen of her personality but he was still thrown off a bit by the velvet collar she wore. Looking at her and realizing that it was basically just a skin she chose herself made him curious to see her true form. Maybe once he trusted her enough to allow her to do that of course. Roland had decided that she would be coming home with him but he wanted to know if she'd cooperate with him.

"I'm not going to put you on display Nahi, though you are easy on the eyes I admit.." He smirked slightly. "No, I'd like someone to keep me company and possibly learn how to help manage my mansion. Are you willing to learn to clean a bit?" He asked, avoiding her question for a moment. Once he told her what he was she probably wouldn't believe what he'd just told her. "I'm very laid back compared to other people and I won't punish unless there's a valid reason or you break one of my rules. Also, I won't do anything involving you until I speak to you about it and you agree..that is if you're interested in coming home with me." He said, watching her carefully to see her reaction.

Leaning forward a bit slightly, he kept quiet, giving her time to think. Roland wondered why no one else had bought her, she seemed agreeable and willing to listen to him. "Also...not to um..alarm you or anything but..." He scratched the back of his head, giving her a sheepish look. "I'm an incubus, but I'm not like others of my kind, though I admit, I have to get my "fix" every once in a while." He always hated telling women what he was because they always seemed to expect him to jump them suddenly. "Would you still come with me knowing that?" Roland asked, lifting his head to meet her eyes. "I can promise you I won't force anything and if you don't want to get involved I can always go to a bar and pick someone up there." He had already planned on doing that for the first while anyways since he hadn't wanted to rush Nahi into anything. He always went slow with people who had just met him and it seemed to give him the best results compared to other methods he'd used when he first began. Like all demons, he had a sadistic side but he had practiced enough he could keep it dormant unless he needed it. He just hoped that Nahi realized that he meant her no harm.

(OOC: yeah! sorry, lol I need to remember to hit enter twice to make it more spaced out and sorry for the delay! I"ve been doing Christmas stuff with family ^^)