If one should walk into one of the many rooms in the Pallas Manor Slave Shop, one would see what appeared to be a young girl with long white hair sitting in the middle of the large bed. Though the face made the fox appear to be female, the young fox was anything but. Yes, he was a poor little creature that was given a feminine figure and features. There was the chance of him being tall but after the years of abuse, the poor fox's growth was stunted from malnutrition. Among his abuse, he was treated as an animal, a pet, and so he was treated as such. His past masters gave him what he needed to survive, and was given the best of clothes to wear to be shown off in front of guests. The only time he was needed was when he was called... the other times he was sent to his stay in the basement. The poor fox never complained (he was never allowed to) but he did wish he could have one thing, and it was something incredibly simple... but something incredibly important. All he wanted was a name. Something that everyone called him. Of course he had pet names, such as: Snowflake, Fluffy, and the latest one "Pet".
The name that he decided to go by for the time being anyways... He knew that it would have to be changed when his new master came... How he wished he could have a name though!! Closing his eyes, he shook his head, knowing it was best not to keep his hopes up. It was better off not to wish for anything in the end. That way you couldn't be disappointed or hurt... Right now, he felt incredibly spoiled by such a luxurious room and that he was able to eat three time a day. The fox honestly didn't know what to do with himself. It made him slightly nervous but the Mistress of this place told him that it was fine, and he would be safe here. Though she seemed like she was being honest, he just couldn't be too sure. He had been lied to before so many times in his life, that it was hard just to trust someone. Even if she did nurse him back to health. Closing his eyes, he thought back to the past few weeks, and remembered though he was in incredible pain... her hands were so gentle with him that it made him cry. He wasn't sure why he did such a thing. Maybe it was from shock but he knew that he wished to feel that kind of gentleness again.
Flicking his ears, the boy reached up and ran his fingers lightly over his still tender white ear. Holes littered the fluffy ear along with two piercings that were actually left untouched. It was a miracle that they were even still there after all the years. Running his fingers along the small hoops, the fox tired to remember when he got them but couldn't really recall. They were just a part of his ear now... He was just glad that those hadn't been ripped out like the others. Slowly getting out of the bed, the young adult walked over to the window, and looked outside of it. The view from his room was of the front of the manor, and he could see a bit of a flower garden. That made the fox smile as he wondered what flowers smelled like. The closest he had ever been to a flower were the fake ones and the expensive but overpowering perfumes that his past masters' wives worse. However... he had a feeling that they didn't smell like flowers. Looking around, trying to find others things, he smiled as he watched a bird fly by the window and then disappear in the sky.
Hearing some guards and slaves move down the hall, the teenager moved to back to the bed, and sat in the middle. Tucking his legs under him as his tail curled around him, his ears perked, listening to the sounds outside his door. Red and gold eyes watched the door, wondering when and if someone would come to buy him, and what kind of master that person would be... His body and life was used to the harsh and overbearing masters. The white fox knew that knowing his luck... he'd get a master that was worse than all the past masters. Someone that would be cruel to him and probably make him eat off the floor... without a bowl this time. Shivering from that thought, he hoped that wouldn't be the case this time around. Maybe he get someone that would actually care about his well being and would take care of him when he sick! The little fox decided that even if his master was scary as long as they didn't lock him in a dark basement, and didn't leave him for dead... he'd be happy.
...I wish you find you happiness...
StellaLuna SkyWind
Posted: Thu Dec 26, 2013 1:53 am
Yes... Shea liked the little princess very much. He desperately wished that he would be able to go home with them, and become good friends with the child. She seemed like she would be entirely too precious, and Shea was already thinking about different cakes and others sweets he could make for her. Watching her with her father, she seemed a bit upset that he continued to hold her, and he couldn't help him but smile softly as she started to wiggle and squirm in his arms. Such a willful little princess!! Sliding his eyes back to the sharp, golden ones, the Incubus tried to study him while thinking about his need for a slave. Maybe he was looking for a housekeeper and caretaker. If that was the case, then he was in the right place! After all the years of taking care of his younger half-brothers, his mother, and the house... The Incubus was more than qualified to take care of this man's daughter and their home! Shea would make sure everything was sparkling and that this blonde haired child was happy and well taken care of. Sneaking another glance at the rather quiet man, Shea would try to help him if he needed it, but he had a feeling that his duty would be to take care of the little girl.
Which wouldn't be a problem. He was good with children and housework.. Pushing some of his hair back, Shea wondered if he could get anymore like a woman. Pushing that thought to the very back of his mind, the Incubus focused on the situation right now. Bright pink eyes continued to search the blonde's face, trying to figure the man out. From what Shea could tell, he was a cold and very quiet man that more than likely showed his smiles and warmth to his daughter. That brought more unanswered questions to mind and the young adult knew that he had to forget about them. He highly doubted that he would get any answers out of him, and it was best not to let it get the better of his curiosity. The atmosphere in the room was heavy and the tension that came off this man was so thick, one would be able to cut it with a knife. Did he honestly not want to be here, or did he not trust him around his daughter? Shea could understand that though... There were many weird people out in the world now and days, and no one could be trusted. Especially some man that one just met in a slave shop. Even if the Incubus swore that he would not harm the little girl, he had a feeling that the man wouldn't believe him. It seemed like actions spoke more than words with this stoic man.
Hearing a clear, gentle, and determined voice, Shea looked down with an amused smile as he listened to the girl's question. Would he like to come home with them? Very much so. He could read her books before nap time or just to read, but what she said next made him glance back up at him. So it was just them after all... Something had happened to this man's wife. Whether she left them or had passed on, Shea would make sure not to bring it up. It never did anyone any good to bring up a sad memory... Feeling small hands grip his knees, Shea looked down into her bright and hopeful face. It made Shea reach and hold her hands gently before letting her move away."I do like books and I bet that you many nice toys. Yes, I'd be allowed to come but it is up to your father if I am allowed to leave with you."Looking up at the man, Shea waited quietly for him to speak. He was sure that he wouldn't let his daughter make up his mind for him, even though he secretly wished for that very thing. Watching her walk to the door, already set on what she wanted, the Incubus looked back at the man, hanging on to every word that passed his lips.
Ah, so he was correct. He would be caring for this little angel known as Emma. Hearing something about a file made him entirely curious, wondering how detailed this file was. Did it explain everything about him or just the highlights... The things that made masters curious and intrigued. Looking up into those cold eyes, Shea knew that the man meant every word. If he was displeased with him he really would dump him back in some slave shop, and depending on the severity, the worse the shop it would be. Watching him walk away and feeling a hand tug on his own, Shea stood up and gently held her hand, before looking up at the man."Yes, I'll come home with you both and I will take very good care of Miss Emma. I can promise that you will not be disappointed in your decision."Giving him a determined look of his own, Shea would just tell him about his diet later. When they were alone but that would be later! Right now he just wanted to get out of this place, and see his new home.
Roland watched as Nahi walked over to him, her movement ten times as graceful as anyone else he'd met. He was impressed she was able to keep such a regal bearing even in the situation she was in. His eyes again roamed over her form and he found himself drawn more to the woman in front of him. But..that could wait for later. He had expected her to say no to his statement and was pleased she didn't seem like the shy type. Sometimes he was in the mood to tease those kinds of girls but what he had really been looking for was someone confident and comfortable with their body.
Standing up so he wouldn't have to lift his head to meet her eyes, Roland began walking slowly around the girl, taking in her appearance at every angle. His own movement was fluid and as always, seductive. He really couldn't help it to be honest, Roland was made an incubus and he'd forever be one so his entire demeanor was one of a creature looking for pleasures of the flesh. He never got tired of it, though every once in a while he would take a break and pursue other points of interest. But, once he saw a pretty woman, he couldn't resist approaching her; and Nahi was strikingly beautiful. He figured she had a lot of pride to go wearing a skin like that, especially since she could have picked any appearance she wanted. Tilting his head, he wondered if she'd willingly change her form with him, but he waved it away. It would probably be a bit unsettling to see a different face with the exact same personality.
Circling her once, Roland stopped in front of Nahi and nodded. "Honestly, cleaning skills don't really concern me, I can always hire a maid to go over things, and to answer your question, my company I own sells erotic materials to other slave owners but I had never participated in that profession myself. Naturally, after a time of just skirting along the edge of becoming fully involved in it, I became curious and wondered what it would be like to own someone, so..here I am." He said before folding his arms, moving into a relaxed stance. "I'd like for you to come with me and I respect the Mistress here enough I'm not going to force you to go. I'll treat you well, give you three meals a day in which you'll eat them with me and your own room as well as any other materials you'll need. You may be a slave but I'm not a monster like some other owners. In return, I need you to keep your collar on at all times, stay within the vicinity of my property for the first couple of months and after that I want you to ask permission always if you want to go off and explore away from me, though you'll always have an escort. I'll also make up a schedule for you with an hour or so of free time at least three times a day between the activities I'll require of you. Instead of cleaning I'll probably have you help me manage my company, file papers and maybe answer a few calls here and there among other things. Does that sound good?" His eyebrow raised slightly as he took on a stern expression, telling her that he was serious about what he had said.
Placing his arms behind his back, he began moving around her again, taking slow, measured steps. Leaning in, he let his breath tickle the back of her neck and wondered if an Uncegila was subject to his charms as well. He'd never found any race immune to him and was always able to use that to his advantage. "Though..." He continued, "If you ever do defy me, I'll have to give out a punishment and trust me...you don't want that..are we clear?" His lips brushed her right shoulder as he kept circling until he stopped once again in front of Nahi, a small smirk on his face as he waited for her to respond.
Color Me Fubar
Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 4:53 pm
Color Me Fubar
☥☥☥☥
"Good, good," Bastet said, nodding her head and smiling, pleased with the answer. If the goddess could have heard what Thomas had said, she probably would have (reluctantly) agreed with him; she really didn't care about any of the other animals. Why should she? She was a cat goddess, and anything else was considered inferior in her eyes. Still, knowing the girl had experience in volunteer work was very valuable information to have, so she wasn't going to say anything about it.
Bastet blinked slightly when Linnae asked what it is the girl would be doing for her, having not really thought much of it. She had just come out of impulse, to tell the truth, and perhaps with the hope of finding a potential worshiper; one couldn't have too many followers, after all! She gave it some thought now, though, carefully thinking it over for a few moments before saying, "Well, I was primarily looking for a companion to go with me to charity events, though now that you mention it... I could use a new assistant. I am a rather busy woman, after all, and my last assistant proved to be very... untrustworthy. I had to get rid of him."
That was putting it very mildly... The man had actually embezzled thousands of dollars from her, if she were to tell the truth. Needless to say, he didn't get a lot of time to enjoy that money before she caught up to him and enacted her revenge. Oh, she hadn't killed him; that would have been too quick of a punishment for her satisfaction. She had made his life hell, though. It didn't hurt that he was highly superstitious for a thief; all she had to do was show up as a black cat in front of him, and he would flip out. Ah, superstitious people were so much fun to mess with! The last time she had seen him, he was being admitted into a mental hospital. Good times...
Pulling her mind back into the present, Bastet realized that the girl had asked her a question. "What was that?" she asked a little aloofly, and added so as not to appear as though she hadn't been paying attention, "Speak up, girl! I can't hear you if you are mumbling!" So what if that wasn't the truth, and she could have heard the girl if she had been whispering from across the room; they didn't need to know that! Thankfully, the girl didn't call her out on it, and repeated her question, "What is it that you do for a living?"
"Ah, well," the cat goddess said a little proudly, "I own a chain of hospitals. Perhaps you've heard of them; Massri Hospitals?" She pointed at the boy without even turning to look at him, adding a little peevishly, "And don't even think it, or else I'll show you true 'Misery'..." "Misery Hospitals" was what some people jokingly referred to her hospitals as, and it drove her crazy! She hated it! Her hospitals were nice, dammit! If she ever found out who started that joke... She would make them suffer greatly!
ℳood: Pleased ℒocation: The Slave Shop with "The Twins" Øutfit: Elegant and Flowy
ʆike any other normal day, Aewyne..or Sebastian would do the exact same thing. The lazy thing. He slept till noon like some cat. Then after that he would wake up and either get dressed or shower, wait to be fed, then just goof around in his room for the rest of the day. At times he would peek out of the window at bird or other random things out. But that was it. There was never really anything to do there in that room. Well- If there were then the vampiric male would have already found that out by now. One of the other main things he would do throughout the day would be- of course. Trying to remove that damned collar of his neck. He hated it. The stupid tight chain nearly strangled him in his sleep every night! Ahh...oh well.
ϯhe slightly opened curtains sent golden rays of sunlight I'm.ti the room. A black vest with golden buttons...a black and grey striped long sleeved button up shirt...a pair of black shorts and socks-Yesterday's clothes. They lay scattered along the carpeted floor, he never picked up after himself unless it really benefited him from doing so. Also across the floor was multiple bobby pins, used for when he pure blooded vampire wanted to pull his bangs from his eyes. On the bed was a few stuffed toys, the vampire away had then somewhere near him. It was a sticky habit.
ɪn the heap of blankets on the bed snoozed the little pure blood vampire, his face buried into his pillow. A lone Ray of light shone through the window, hitting a spot on the bed where he blankets were not covering. The vampiric stirred in his sleep, groaning out.
"..ϑggh...they are open again...". A low grumble came from beneath the large pile of blankets, a pair of cyan blue eyes peeking out is the small opening in the covers. The vampiric male had forgotten to close the curtains last night- and now they were blinding him. Perfect. Sebastian flipped the mountain of warm blankets from his body instantly shivering at the sudden temperature change. "Cold...". Sebastian sat up and stretched arms high over his head. He was in grey clad, wearing a large shirt along with a pair of white boxers and knee-high grey socks. His had a bad case of bed head, strands of his hair all over the place.
ϯhe vampire swung feet off the side of the bed, soon standing on the floor, making his way over to tug the curtains closed. He peeked out side for a moment, closing the curtains after. He had slept in late. As usual. Running his hand through his dark brown locks he glanced back to the bed before sighing and turning towards the bathroom. "I might as well just go ahead..". He bent over to pull off his socks, tossing them across the room as he opened the door to his bathroom. The vampire stripped off all of his clothes once he got into the bathroom, opening the shower door ad turning on the hot water. Sebastian let out a content sigh as the warm water his his skin, dipping his head under the shower of steaming water.
ϯhe pure blood stayed in the shower for roughly an hour before he finished, the entire bathroom was filled with steam. Sebastian shook out his heart, flinging tiny water droplets all over the room. He grabbed the towel from the rack and proceeded to dry off his hair along with the rest of his body. Once he finished he hung the towel back in it originally spot, quickly leaving the bathroom to go over to his dress to get some clothes. "Let me see. What to wear today...". He mumbled, pausing for a moment. "I can get dressed later. I don't not have to right now." The pure blood purred, walking back over to his bed, answering the warm blankets beckoning calls, wrapping himself up in them with a soft sigh.
❝I promise...I will not bite you too hard~.❞
Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2013 1:59 pm
Victoria sat on her bed deeply engrossed in a book. Her slim legs were tucked under her small frame. The book was entitled Harley, like a person. Her large brown eyes swept over the pages soaking up the words like a sponge. Suddenly a small rumbling drew her attention away. A sharp pain spread through her body. Marking her place in the book, Tory got up to get some food. She still had a bit of food left over from her afternoon meal. It wasn’t quite time for the evening meal so she picked at the food. She looked out her window staring at the trees. How she longed to feel the breeze on her face once again.
She decided to take her attention away from the outdoors and tried to dive back into her book. After fifteen minutes or so went by she lost interest. Marking her page once again she wandered around her room looking for something to do. She decided a hot shower would help pass time. She started the hot water and grabbed her favorite wash. When she entered the Shower warm water poured over her and everything melted away. The ginger scented wash soothed her and scented her nicely. After she rinsed off a fluffy towel encompassed her small frame. Ginger lotion softened her skin causing her to relax once again. She redressed slowly and took time doing her hair. When she went back to her room she noticed only twenty minutes had passed.
She sat at her window again, watching nature around the Manor. Bees and birds flying about dancing through the flowers. Butterflies showing off their marvelous wings to everyone. Her spirits lifted a bit watching these goings on. The trees swayed slightly in the breeze as two squirrels played under it’s shade. She watched them run around like they were playing tag. She had the sudden urge to join them. A soft sigh came from her. She was given almost anything to entertain herself except being able to go outdoors. She could only hope that a Master or Mistress would come and bring her back outside.
Nahi stood still as he got up and began to circle her like he was some vulture. If she hadn't known he was an incubus already, then she would have been able to guess just from how he moved. Few creatures could move like that with such ease and she had met all of them, or at least most of them. And the other incubus she had known moved almost exactly the same. But there was a certain lilt to his motions, as if he had been trained differently, and again she wondered just who he was. What could be quite different than who. She was a walking example of such a thing, after all, and the Uncegila folded her arms underneath her breasts until he stopped and stood in front of her. Her eyebrow cocked when he explained what sort of business he was in. Considering she expected him to say he ran a brothel or something like that - incubi and succubi seemed to do those sorts of things - she supposed selling erotic material was tame. Or at least something new.
Listening to him continue, and explain the terms and conditions of his bringing her home, her face remained impassive. The female watched him as he continued to move around her, letting out a breath as she felt his own against the back of her neck. No, she wasn't completely immune - no one was to an incubus save for a succubus, as far as she knew. But she was old, much older than some other creatures, and he wouldn't be able to fully influence her like he was other females he had met. Staying in the property she had no issue with, not wandering that much anymore - if you saw one place, you had seen them all, in her opinion - and right now she would be content to just be a bit lazy for a while and not bother moving around the world much. It grew tedious and traveling in the modern age was so much more difficult than it used to be. She couldn't just stowaway on a boat anymore, for example.
But the collar..."I want the collar off," she said firmly. "You can see for yourself, my abilities aren't dangerous. And as long as you don't threaten or hurt me, I won't retaliate. But this thing itches like crazy, it makes me feel like I have to shed my skin every minute of every day. I'm certainly not going with you if you're just going to leave it on like I'm a dog," Nahi told him firmly, shaking her head. That was her only complaint about any of his terms, really. Even helping him get his 'fix' - well, that could be rather fun, in all honesty. But doing some work for him and such, that would be more interesting than anything. It would help interrupt the tedium of everyday life and perhaps she would learn something new. But she was not going to wear this damn thing. "If you want, I'll wear it a week. But no more," she told him firmly. A shake of her head sent loose tendrils of her silky hair over her shoulder and down her back as she looked up at him with a stubborn expression on her beautiful face. It was quite obvious to anyone she wouldn't change her mind.
When the woman answered what she did, Linnae brightened a bit. Well, the woman couldn't be that awful, if she ran hospitals. And she had heard of them, in fact, that they were really nice and if you couldn't afford treatment, then they waived the bills. "What? Why would I call them that? I've heard wonderful things about them, I think it's amazing you have them, they do a lot of good," the girl told her, honestly confused as to why someone would call them something else. Her brother snorted, clearly being the one to get it, but didn't enlighten his sister. He wanted to keep her as innocent as he could, as good as she was now. There was no point explaining a mean joke to her, especially when it was something as clearly important to her as it was. It would just upset her and he wouldn't do that for the world.
It was a relief to the girl to hear that the woman wanted an assistant of some sort. She could do that! And with Thomas, they could even be doubly efficient, she was sure of it. "I can be an assistant. I mean, I might have to learn some things, but I learn fast, and I can be really be really helpful," the young woman said hopefully, wanting to be bought by the woman. She seemed nice enough, under her tartness, and Linnae would much rather be bought by a woman than a man. Her brother not only agreed to that sentiment, but reinforced it.
"And she'll look pretty when you dress her up and take her out with you," Thomas added, clearly deciding that this woman would be the best one to take his sister and take care of her. She clearly didn't want her for any sort of pleasure, much to his relief, as that was his main concern with anyone. He grinned. His sister deserved nice things, the pretty things he knew she wanted. She wasn't exactly a girly-girl, not caring much for pink and frills, but she loved lace and silk, pretty things, jewelry - she had her own feminine flair that she rarely got to indulge in, which he didn't think it was fair. Especially since for so long she had been afraid to do anything at all.
Linnae smiled a bit, her cheeks turning red when her brother said that. Compliments were rare and she was never really sure what exactly to do with them, in all honesty. So she turned her attention back to the woman, doing her best not to mumble or anything like that. She certainly hadn't seemed to like it much at all and the last thing the girl wanted to do was annoy her and end up having to stay here and end up going to someone else. The idea made her shudder and she quickly banished the thought, feeling Thomas' hand on her shoulder to calm her down a bit. He was always able to sense her emotions and she wished she could do the same for him, wanting to be there for her brother as much as he was there for her, always helping her and protecting her.
"Um, I'd really like to go with you, if you think I'll be of use to you," Linnae finally said, a bit nervous at just flat-out asking the woman. It didn't seem like something a slave would do, or should do, but she was anxious about being left behind in this place. It wasn't awful, it was the fear of who would walk through the door next that was. Giving the woman a small smile as she clasped her hands in front of her, the girl waited for some sort of assessment and judgement.
Jesse could feel the sunlight on his skin, and felt the need to bury himself back into his soft blankets, but he knew he must get up. He sighed, and pushed his small form up and off his bed. He trudged his way to the bathroom to wake himself up. He splashed some cold water on his face to wake himself up. He ran his damp fingers through his white hair, and over his soft, white wolf ears. He rolled his shoulders to get the stiffness that had accumulated over night out of his muscles, and contemplated taking a shower. He felt some of the cold water run down his neck, and under his red, maroon, and dark blue, leather collar. He scratched absent mindedly at his collar as he strolled back to his room. He didn't like wearing the collar much, but it was a lot better then the rough chain that he had to wear from his last master. He flinched internally at the reminder. He had promised himself he would not dwell in the past, but he couldn't help but remember the harsh slavery he had gone through in the past.
He lay himself down on his bed again, but not before grabbing one of his favourite books. It was about the history of his kind, Shifters. He had found it very interesting to learn that while wolf shifters are not rare, a white wolf one is. There were many other rare ones, and he hoped that one day he would be able to meet a few of them. He lay on his stomach, fluffy white tail wagging slowing from side to side, flipping through the pages running his fingers over the hand painted pictures of famous shifters. He could feel sleep overcoming him again, so he pushed himself up to keep himself from giving into it. He paced the room, hoping that someday he would be able to find a kind master.
He had seen many slaves come and go, along with many masters. They all appeared kind enough, but appearances can be deceiving. He found that out the hard way. He felt himself getting tense, and stopped his pacing. He growled softly under his breath, and clenched his fists together, feeling his sharp nails dig into his palm. He opened his eyes, not realising he had closed them, and looked down at his hand. He saw small trickles of blood running down his hand, and he frowned down at it. He sighed, and walked over to the closet were he had kept some clean towels. He gathered some up and headed back to his bed. He lay himself down, with the towel pressed against his hand. He closed his eyes, and hoped with all his heart, that someone kind enough will come and take him home.
misunderstood and labeled to be dangerous.
Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 12:35 am
He’d pushed past the final straw. The pretty little maid he’d been dolling up and keeping employed had decided to leave him. It may have been the way he hit her, or that she was tired of the bruises. Maybe, she was tired of the clothes. She had been getting bigger anyways. He didn’t truly care. It wasn’t his problem. He didn’t try to hurt her. He didn’t want to hit her. He just wanted to make her beautiful, and put her in beautiful clothing. That’s what he’d been doing for months. Doing her makeup, feeding her, taking her to photo shoots and so much more. He’d done all of it for her. And she’d up and left him with a load of custom designs that she’d probably sell to mass market merchandisers and it would take a huge hit on his revenue. He hated the time wasted on the female, and hadn’t eaten for four days after, until another of the maids finally made him do it. She’d also suggested he find another doll. Maybe a girl that couldn’t as easily run away from him. He’d mentioned a place, and He’d thrown around the idea for a few more days before making the decision that he would indeed go and try to find a replacement. Of course, it wouldn’t be so easy to do considering all the features he would have to pick from specifically. Then there was the matter of race, and which would go with his own. There were so many different questions that he had to ask, and an almost endless supply of women. He wasn’t sure what he should even choose. A woman? A child? Or maybe someone in between, but he had to get out and at least look to start gathering an understanding for what he really wanted.
He’d been to plenty of shops and markets. He’d even been to an open air bazaar and a set of dungeons that was famous for exotic merchandize, and he’d come up empty handed. He’d seen faeries, mermaids, sirens, angels, and even some demons, but none had proven to be what he was looking for. The features were always lacking. He couldn’t find exactly what he wanted, but he had one last place to go. When he stood before the huge manor and looked up at the plethora of windows that would serve as glances to the rooms beyond, he was calm. He’d taken his pills that morning, unknowingly, given that the maid had slipped them into his breakfast, but he was at peace. Or as much peace as Toma Soa was able to maintain when he was calm. He strode carefully up to the house, no individual beside him to accompany him, though there was a drive in the car watching him carefully. Normally, he had someone with him when he traveled out of his home to prevent any unseemly outbursts that the bipolar berserker might have had. It was not truly the male’s fault when he went off. It just happened. He was set off by the strangest things, but today he had vowed to stay calm as he finished the rest of his searching. This estate was his last hope of finding someone he wanted. If he didn’t succeed today, he wasn’t sure what he would do to make up for the lack of a living companion to dress up. He needed a living doll to stay with him and wear his creations. He needed a beautiful female to show off and present to designers as an obedient model. He wanted a female doll. A perfect, beautiful doll that would love him as much as he would love her.
Upon entry, the guard staff was rather formidable, and Toma wondered what exactly he would find within the walls of this estate. He walked forward, looking over the décor in the place and wondering exactly who the owner used as an interior designer. When he entered the office, speaking with the Mistress of the house, Toma assessed the woman. She was quite stylish with dominating features that were truly beautiful She lacked a certain softness that he was looking for and took her recommendations on slaves, flipping through files and seeking room numbers. There were only a few that were truly interesting to him, and so with the room numbers, he set off up the stairs, taking his time to count each stair as he took it. He would remember how many steps it took to find this female he was searching for. He would remember how many stairs, and how many flights he had to climb. He would remember how many doors he had to open. How many shops and estates he’d been to. It would be quite worth it when he began designing the first gown for his new princess. It would be worth it to style her hair, apply rouge to her lips, and see her blush under the sparkles and lights that would surround and caress her so beautifully. He would make sure she had everything. She would be perfect, because she would be his without any means of escape. His new princess would belong to him and no one else in the world. He wouldn’t have to share her if he didn’t want to, and that was probably the most precious thing about how finding a companion through this route would be.
He moved to the third room number he remembered. The other two had been disappointing. He hoped this one would prove to be what he was looking for. It was becoming quite tiring to search and only be disappointed. Instead, he drew in a deep breath, and rolled his shoulders, entering the third room and looking in. There, in the dying light of the outside world was a vision of perfection. The light glanced off the dark hair falling in waves from the female’s head. It shone darkly, bringing out violet undertones. Her skin was pale and perfect, not a blemish in his sight. Her eyes were the most stunning shade of rubies, and perfectly fit into her face. Her lips were perfect and he drew closer, moving towards her instantly to assess the rest of her body, admiring the shade and posture she carried herself with. His peace started falter. He could feel the pull of wanting perfection under his fingertips. She was right here in front of him. He was going to take this princess. He couldn’t help himself. He felt his excitement bubble. He wanted his sewing kit and fabric swatches. He needed his measuring tape to fit everything, although he could tell most of it by eye. With the tiniest of smirks he reached out to touch her hair. ”You… You’re perfect. You have to come home with me. I’ll take you. You’ll come home! I need to design….” He gently took her wrist, giving her a tug towards the door, ready to pull her out of the room and the house. He was going to take her home so he could get to work on her new wardrobe. Surely, she wouldn’t mind, right? People wanted out of these shops didn’t they? Who cared if it was with the next man, or with him now? He was taking this woman home with him.
The man that slept beside him was so warm and comforting. Their bodies pressed against each other, their limbs tangled in one another’s. The other’s hair was long, draping across both of their skins. As he stirred, blue eyes found those of the male that had finally shared his bed, after waiting so long. He gazed back with eyes the color of fine topaz, but his expression was not a smile. Far from it. There was a deepening frown upon his face, and an almost panic as the emotion there dwindled unchanging. Pale skin flushed and began to pull itself back. Little pouty lips began moving, saying the same message over and over. “It was a mistake. I can’t be here. I have to go.” Blue-green eyes watched the pale skin pull away with almost frantic movements, taking the sheet with him. And the blue-greened eyed male was left in the bed, wondering why his chosen had just up and left him without so much as looking back after the night they had shared.
Amir opened his eyes, groaning at the memory that had plagued him. Today, or all days, it would feel necessary to come back to his mind and haunt him like a worthless scoundrel. He sat himself up, giving a great sigh and pulled himself out of the fine linens that covered his bed. He looked at the disheveled mess he was leaving behind and shook his head. A servant would come and make it for him and by the time he returned home later with a new body to inhabit the place, the remnants of the mess would be gone. The memory, he hoped, would disappear with the wrinkles in the sheets, and when he returned, there would be a fresh slate awaiting him and his new companion. Today, he would find one that had no way of escaping. Some may say he was desperate, but it was not so. It was an opportunity to give someone special another chance at life. Many did not know what stood before them when they looked at His Royal Majesty, Prince Amir. They thought because of his attitude that he had been fed from a silver spoon his entire existence, but they were wrong. That had only been his early life. Before he had been cursed. No one knew the real story behind how his existence was really paved out, or how his experiences as a slave had shaped him. He walked to his dressed, grabbing the two great golden cuffs that covered from wrist to mid-way to the man’s olive skinned elbows. He would hide the scars that lie under them. There was no need to tell his whole life story at the first meeting. He had to keep some secrets about himself. He wouldn’t bare all to anyone upon first meeting. It was an old survival habit he had learned from his days as a salve. He would not exploit himself, because doing that meant people could break into your fears. When that happened, everyone was certain to suffer.
Instead, once he had dressed in the finery of his people; comfortable pants and a flowing, open shirt, he set out for his destination: Pallas Estate. The olive skinned male brushed his longer tendrils from his eyes and strode purposefully up the steps once he had arrived at the gates of the Estate. He walked inside, ignoring the guards and headed straight for the room where the Mistress of the House conducted her business. He checked in and peered at some of the pictures lined up on the walls. Several women found themselves to be prisoners here, and they seemed to outweigh the population of males. Amira almost laughed at this. The women he had known were so weak and callous they would have thrown him down simply because they held the power at that moment. Now, the women here, were caught and trapped, unable to be removed from such a place. It was pitiful. Some dates on the photos, which he assumed had to have been the date they entered the estate. It was laughable how long some of the occupants had been here. Were they really that sorry to have nobody wanting them at all? At least, for those who seemed to be more exotic, their dates were not as far back. They would go fast even just to belong to a collection of exotic beings. As least they had that going for them. He shook his head and gazed at the males. One was a Djinn. Amir’s heart raced for only a second. He would not take that Djinn. He could not do it. Instead, his eyes turned to a blue-eyed beauty. Yes. This was the face he was looking for, Someone fresh and nubile, or so he hoped. He didn’t want to look at a file to see if they were compatible. He wanted to meet the male in this picture. He asked for the room number and set off.
He took the stairs rather quickly, making certain that he moved with efficient speed. He would not let any other individual swoop in and take away this blue-eyed beauty. As he moved, he heard hushed conversations. Some women’s voices, some masculine. He even though he heard a child slip in there, but he shook his head. Of course there might be a younger-voiced individual. Submissives changed their tones when they were caught in bad spots. He had done it, but now he was past that and able to hold his head high when it came down to it. Amir shook his head, frustrated that he had allowed himself to get so distracted. Instead, he reached the door he had in mind and looked at the guard to allow him passage. Once he was inside, his eyes rested on the pale-skinned, dark-haired boy in the bed. Delicate skin showed from placed the blankets did not cover and Amir strode forward quickly, his eyes drinking in the sight of the pale skin against the creamy blankets and sheets. He reached out to touch the male’s shoulder, brushing fingertips against him gently. How soft! This male was so tender. Amir wanted this male. He didn’t care the cost, nor any implications that would follow. This male would be his. Tender and undoubtedly light, he might be frail like a bird if he was picked up and handled too roughly, which made Amir so much more enthused. He smirked and looked down at the male. ”Get up. Come with me. I am impatient. We must leave now.” Amir resisted the almost impossible temptation of touching the boy and pulling him out of the bed. He waited as patiently as he could, tapping his foot as he wanted for the boy to climb out of the bed and follow him to the door. He wouldn’t be escaping. In fact, he would be going straight him to be examined, and then, only if the boy was good, would he be rewarded. But it would all depend on his actions until that point.
Hidden Under The Mask
I'm sorry this took so long. But I hope I'll be able to start making up for it D;
Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 5:23 pm
⇜ ᗩᙓᙡ૪ﬡᙓ ᔕᗴᕊᗩᔕ☂ᓮᗩﬡ ᐯᓮﬡᙓ ⇝
The vampire let out a lazy yawn, nuzzling back into the soft cloth that covered his pillow. He didn't fall back asleep that soon though. He rolled over onto his back, staring up to the ceiling with a long sigh. This was all there was to do; sleep, eat, shower. Then sleep again, the cycle just continued over and over and over. Sebastian pursed his lips into a pout, dropping an arm over his eyes with a soft huff. He would be out of there eventually, eventually. He would just have to wait. The pure blood pulled his blankets up to his chin as he curled up onto his side, letting his eyes slowly close.
Sebastian's long, dark lashes rested against the tops of his cheeks, his breath calm as he began to slip back under to his veil of dreams. So quiet...so warm. Within a few moments the vampiric male was back under the dark veil, sinking deeper and deeper into the black plain, before it was filled with vibrant colors. Reds, blues, greens. Just spots of them, swirling until actually formed a picture. A familiar picture. The black plain was painted over green, lush grass taking form where the ground would be, flowers occasionally unfurling, creating a sweet scent. There were no trees, no end to this field. You could run for hours and hours, but it would get you no where. '...Oh...Not this place again...what is the point?' He tossed his head from side to side, the eyes of beautiful hue growing cold. He was sick of this place, it had no meaning! Why couldn't he dream of something better? What was so great about some stupid field? He couldn't escape..he couldn't escape. He wouldn't be free, he would never be free would he? Sebastian clenched his fists, just collapsing to his knees in the grass. 'What are you trying to tell me? Something I already know? Are you trying to mock me?! Why are you tormenting me....' The little vampire laid to his side, curling up with his face to his knees, slender fingers pulling the tight chain around his neck. '....Will I ever be free?'
The sudden cold touch to his shoulder made all of the colors disburse, sending him back into black, his eyes snapping open. He shuddered immediately at the touch, shying away from the hand, unblinking eyes staring across the room. Who was this? He knew the maids schedule, they were not due to come in at this moment, if it wasn't the maids then...who was it? Sebastian pushed himself up Into a sitting position, the blankets slipping from his shoulders down, pooling in his lap. He tossed his head back to look at the man who touched him, his eyes widening ever so slightly. Olive colored skin, beautiful Mediterranean blue eyes...but there was something more. He wasn't normal was he? No...no he couldn't be, what was he..? The Vampire's hand absently pulled at the chain on his neck, Sebastian blinked once more as the man, a smile curling on his lips. He leaned forward looking to the man with bright eyes, "You are taking me away? Brilliant!" The pure blood rolled off of his bed, taking all of his blankets with him to the ground. He grabbed the black and grey shirt from the floor, pulling it over his arms, slipping on his underwear as well. He pulled on the thigh-high grey socks and the pair of black shorts, buttoning up the shirt quickly. He hopped up as he was fully dressed, grabbing up his vest, instantly over by the man within seconds with a wide grin. He could live without his shoes for right now.
The dance of flames and shadows in the street Make poetry nobody's ever heard The weight of loneliness stands on your feet The cage already there around the bird
She couldn't believe it. Aceline had never been caught in her entire undead life and now here she was stuck in this godforsaken room with no way out. She had tried everything from trying to seduce the guards to let their guard down, attacking them when they wouldn't give in and everything one could think of how to escape. She even tried clawing her way out through the walls with nothing but her sharp fingernails. She could still see the long vertical marks where the wallpaper was missing. Aceline had been such a bother to the supposed mistress of this place that she was down in the basement rooms for "time-out" as the vampiress had started calling it more often than the small quarters she'd been given. Pulling for the millionth time on the collar her captors had managed to clip onto her throat, Aceline paced back and forth in her room, trying to think of yet another way to escape and exact revenge on the ones who held her. She snarled, an almost animal sound and bared her teeth, hearing footsteps outside her door. The girl was ready to show whoever was interested in "buying" her that she was more than a handful and would rip out their throat without a second thought. Maybe if she discouraged them enough, they would have to let her go, her expenses for being taken care of and the cost of injuries to those who tried to handle her too much of a problem to keep holding her here.....that or they would kill her. She really didn't care though. Aceline had nothing left to live for but she was too scared to kill herself so she goaded others into doing it. So far, no one was strong enough to do it without her retaliation killing them off. Aceline wanted to die, but her pride prevented her from just laying down and letting the vampire hunters stake her. She meant to go down fighting and that's what she was planning on doing when the time came. Muttering curses under her breath, the girl continued to pace like a caged animal, glancing every now and then at the barred window. Due to her nature, the mistress of the manor had covered the glass up so no sunlight would shine through. It didn't necessarily burn Aceline to death like all the legends seemed to depict, but it made her very uncomfortable and if she was out in it too long she'd get very weak. So, she tended to avoid it. Brushing her long silver white hair behind her shoulder, Aceline sat down on the bed in the middle of the room, staying there for about ten seconds before her restlessness got her back on her feet. She'd been around the entire room more than once, the few books in there giving her no interest. Taking showers to pass the time became boring after her fifth of the day. She was surprised she hadn't scrubbed her skin right off, it being so clean the girl swore she could see it reflecting things like a mirror. Nothing seemed to catch her attention now that she was confined to one room, two if she counted the bathroom. The girl also hated that they fed her just barely enough to stay healthy, apparently they were afraid if she stayed full, she'd have the strength to break out of this place. The collar seemed to negate her magical abilities like growing claws and her fangs instantly, but her speed and strength alone stayed, though they weren't as potent as if she were free. Biting her lip, trying to think, Aceline without thinking began moving around in a circle instead of pacing back and forth like she usually seemed to be doing. They hadn't really given her much to occupy her time and the girl didn't think she'd be able to concentrate anyways with her being so close to freedom. Sighing then grumbling under her breath, she moved back over to the bed and flopped on her back onto it, looking up at the ceiling. The girl just wanted to get out of here and go back to her old life. She didn't kill anyone when she fed so why were hunters after her in the first place? Aceline had tried to stay as inconspicuous as possible and still she had been captured by slavers of all people. She knew what they did, avoiding them at all costs, knowing that they would probably try and grab her if they could but she had been too cunning....until now. She'd gotten her guard down, become too comfortable and look where that had gotten her. Aceline cursed herself more often than not about getting in this situation among the other million things that had gone wrong. Closing her eyes, she listened to the sounds of footsteps outside her door, wondering who was the next unfortunate soul to enter. She'd give them a piece of her mind and send them running home with their tail between their legs like the dogs they all were.
(ooc: not as long as your usual posts haha but I hope it's enough for a starting post ^^)
StellaLuna SkyWind
It's like the sun's gone down, sleeps in the hallowed ground now With the autumn's brown leaves, with the one who never grieves
It seemed the younger male knew what was good for him. The proposal had been accepted, which spoke something for the courage the male possessed. This Shea Weylyn, that looked and sounded more feminine then not. What was he getting himself into? He focused just beyond Shea, a point on the wall, where his memories could chase each other rapidly. There was a flash of blonde hair and blue eyes. A smile gingerly spread across a narrow face. Fingers trailed there, just as the image moved and Daniel focused once more on Shea in front of him. Why had this memory come so suddenly? He didn’t know. And in the midst of the male who would fill a spot. Of course, strangely enough, this male was attractive. Daniel could not deny it to himself, but to the world and every other being in existence? He would deny it completely. There would be no slip up of how this Shea seemed to excite him to his very core, stirring some dormant feelings he hadn’t felt in years. He couldn’t show them yet, thought. Maybe not ever. He had to remain in control and the longer they were out in the open without a specific barrier to protect them, the weaker they were as far as position. Daniel narrowed his eyes and watched as his daughter flourished around the room, tugging at her new playmate, and then disturbing some of the items in the room. He was surprised she was not yet falling asleep. Undoubtedly, she would fall back into oblivion when they were headed home, but he would let the pink-haired male deal with her then, while he himself kept watch on their surroundings. The sooner they left, the better he would feel. There was no safety outside his walls, and so he needed to return his greatest treasure to it’s ultimate protection.
When the guards opened the door, Daniel pressed himself out, signaling for both his daughter and her new “princess” as she referred to him. He’d of course have to explain that this pink-haired Princess was actually a Prince, but that could come later. For now, he cleared his throat quietly, seeing Emma perk up and look towards him. As he swept out of the door, she dragged Shea along behind her, trying to keep up with him, just as he’d taught her. Daniel smirked, wondering how long it would take Shea to realize that he would not be in charge. He was going to be dragged along behind Emma wherever she went. He’d be pleasantly surprised if he ever saw Shea actually get to take charge against Emma. He doubted it would ever happen, but he pressed forward, knowing there wasn’t many places the pink-haired male could run in this place that would allow him to escape with Emma. Besides, the barrier around the estate negated the possibility of an attack. It was also a public place which made the likelihood even less. Daniel was confident that if he moved forward and let the other two take their time getting downstairs, the paperwork could be taken care of by the time the other two had made it downstairs with everything they needed. It wasn’t as if he was letting his child runaround wildly. He was testing Shea to see if he could indeed do what his job description would entail. Daniel smirked to himself, keeping his pace even as he made his way to the stairs and down towards the office he had first entered to speak with the Mistress of the estate and get everything squared away.
Emma on the other hand, was still animatedly buzzing around her new companion. The little blonde-haired princess continued to tug on Shea’s fingers, smiling and laughing as she found new things to peak her curiosity. She followed after her father, toting Shea with her as they started out of the room. When they reached the door, she looked both ways, seeing no sign of her father and she frowned, unsure where he went. She looked to Shea with a pout. ”Shea…where did Daddy go? He doesn’t ever leave me behind in new places…” She frowned deeper, her lip starting to wobble as she looked up and down the hall confused. Her blue eyes started to cloud a bit in both color, and tears. She rubbed at her eyes and looked up at Shea, extending her arms towards him, giving the sign she wanted to be picked up. If he didn’t carry her, she was liable to throw a tantrum. She wanted comfort now, and not to be treated like a big kid. For now, she was a lost baby, and she wanted someone to give her a hug and tell her it was alright. She moved closer to Shea’s legs, huddling by them and clutching at his clothing, looking up to him, her tears starting to spill from the corner of her eyes. ”Pr…Prince Shea….we… we have… to find Daddy… what if the nabbers got him? You can’t… let them take my daddy Mr. Prince Shea!” She whimpered and started to sob quietly, hiding her face against Shea’s knees. He would have to reunite her with her blonde father, and quickly before the wailing started. If not, he’d be in great trouble, not only because of the crying child in his arms, but because the man downstairs was waiting for a reason to punish the pink-haired male. It would only be a matter of time.
It was quite disappointing to be back in the halls of the Pallas estate slave shoppe. He’d scoured these halls last time, looking for an individual that he thought would be beneficial to him. He’d found a companion, and the numbers had panned out, showing that there compatibility had been quite strong, and yet, when he’d brought the feminine male home, it had been anything but a successful venture. The time had been quite miserable until the other male had decided to up and run away. That had been the unsuccessful end to Brayden’s companionship with the individual. He didn’t care anymore, nor did he look back on the waste, but he did want to lodge a complaint with the estate that had sold him the property. It wouldn’t do him any use, but he at least hoped defective individuals wouldn’t be his target in the future. The lapse was his fault, but he didn’t want to accept that blame. His last slave had been defective. Plain and simple. He was hoping to remedy such a venture on this trip to market. So as the dark blonde haired man strode up the outside steps and paraded into the estate, Bray bothered only momentarily to check in, trying to keep his dissatisfaction low, and his eyes open. There were no numbers to aid his search this time, instead, he was on his own, looking at files and faces alone. A few caught his attention, but one in particular stood out. Looking at the feminine features on the individual, Bray wondered if he was really a homosexual at all. He liked the delicate features, but he couldn’t get past the anatomy. He would never love a woman. But a male that looked delicate like one? Well, that was a whole different story.
Feeling satisfied with the crop of candidates that was awaiting his perusal, the male left the office, making quick, but unhurried steps for the stairs, and down the staircase. He didn’t use the banister, not wanting to dirty his hands. Even though he wore gloves, eh didn’t wish them to be dirtied either. He was clean and precise, and so he would not touch more than he had to. His goal in mind, he took the floors carefully, looking for the correct sequence of numbers on the door. It was a relatively straight shot. He wanted only one room, at the current time and would ruefully settle later if he had to. When he finally reached the basement floor, Brayden sneered. How lowly to be at the bottom of the heap. He was puzzled at why his eye-catching choice was down here to begin with, especially given the collars that adorned his neck. A tiny submissive shouldn’t be down here. Not when he walked by doors and heard snarls and screams of rage. It made him laugh, actually. The scents down here were all tinted with rage, and it made the incubus swell inside with the dominance of a Master. He wondered if the Mistress of the estate ever spent time down here with this ill-behaved little twits. He doubted it, as it would be bad for business to play with one’s own merchandise, especially given the rumor that she had her own slave tucked away for no one else to see. It must have been a grand piece of merchandise to be swooped up by a Mistress who could play with whatever she wanted if she chose. Bray shook his head, stopping before the door marked with the number he wanted. He closed his eyes and picture flashes of red and white, so like the picture in the file upstairs. He was more than ready to see his prize.
The guard outside the door allowed him entry, opening the door quickly while Bray ushered himself inside and then shutting it behind him. What a pointless gesture. This little boy was not going anywhere that Brayden did not venture. Surely, a smarter guard would have realized that, but the incubus would not let his caustic remarks fall from his tongue. Instead, he looked to the tiny figure on the bed that had been busy staring out the small window in the wall. The view was a slice of the outside, and Bray smirked. So this little fox wanted to go outside and play. Bray would be happy to take him there, but it might not be as pleasant as the fox had originally thought. Moving quickly, Bray went to the male, reaching out to touch him, assessing him for damage. He dind’t care if the fox wanted it or not. He simply wanted to see for himself his selection before taking him home. His grip was firm as he held the boy by the arm, taking hold of his chin and turning his face, looking into those mismatched eyes with satisfaction. Oh, he was getting excited already. Thank goodness he had his duster on. A small satisfied smirk came to his lips, paired with a small “hmph” noise. This little fox was the one he wanted, but there was damage to his ear. And he looked terribly thing, and a little malnourished. Bray would need to remedy that. There were split ends everywhere as well. The fox needed better care than what was being given to him now. Bray took a moment to look at the tattoo on his arm and frowned,. It would have been much nicer to see the fox with unblemished skin, but once they were back at the lab, Bray was certain he could remedy his current issue.
When he finally let go of the boy, he stopped back and did a once over on him. How quickly he was assessing this once because of looks alone. Numbers and compatibility were out the door. He wanted this little slice of meat and he would have it. ”Come little fox. Do not dally. I’ll be taking you home with me. You can walk with me, or I will drag you out of here. It will be unpleasant if you don’t listen. So Hurry, as I’m much too tired of waiting.” Walking away from the fox, the man kicked the bottom of the door with his booted foot to signal that he wished to be let out. There was no way he was going to touch the doo with his hands. Not after he had so carefully touched the little fox that he was taking home with him. No. These hands were reserved for research and playing with the little fox that he was going to take home with him. He couldn’t’ wait to get him all prettied up and show him off. Maybe to another incubus or two, just to brag about his findings. That was, after he’d trained the fox up to be a perfect little pet, and experimented on him. That was always first. Breaking down all the components he would need to find out what was going on underneath. When the guard opened the door for him, Bray walked out gallantly, heading for the stairs, stopping only once to see if the fox was following. If he wasn’t, the incubus was going to drag him out, and in a way, the male hoped that he had the opportunity to do just that. It would be his first punishment and the incubus would make sure the fox remembered it.
