The woman had spunk, Zephyr admitted that. She wasn't going to let herself be intimadated by him, and that impressed him, a little. He almost, almost respected her for it. But her threats rang hollow. He have her an infuriatingly cocky grin, and sat on the bed, laughih slightly. "Yeah, sure. We'll see, wolf demon." He gave another grin, nodding. "That's right, I know what you are...sorta. Dunno why you're here, but I figure that's none of my business. I don't want to get to know someone who I won't be spending much time with anyways." Standing, he went back up to her, crossing his arms, and tilting his head at her. "Well, color me intrigued, at least. Tell you what. I'll go home with you, and you can try your absolute damnedest to break me. If you can break my will before I make a successful escape, I'm yours for life, though...that's pretty self explanatory, since the idea of breaking is....nevermind. But like I said. I want to see if you really can break me, dog lady."
Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 7:51 pm
Loretta Siren
"I did read your papers, in fact i have them right here." Roland held up the folder that had her profile in it and smiled. "But written words can only tell me so much about someone, is there anything not on there you might have failed to mention?" Her rifled through the papers and held one up. "It says you're supposedly human, but judging from the unnatural color of your eyes I would think you're quite the opposite ma'am." He gave her a cool and amused but serious look and folded his arms, staring at her expectantly. "Are you going to tell me exactly what you are or will i have to find out for myself?" The girl seemed a bit shy, her cheeks were red when he had bowed so he assumed she wasn't used to people treating her like that. Roland knew how to be strict and clever to get his way and he didn't really approve of brute force. Slaves he had seen that their owners beat were broken and unable to really do anything for themselves. He wanted a girl who would follow orders but be able to make her own decisions when he allowed her the chance. Cupping a hand under his chin, he looked around the room, wondering if the Mistress here allowed them to customize it; maybe he could figure out a little bit of her personality and species from the objects in the room but unfortunately he couldn't see anything except for typical reading books and the dull creams and browns. Sighing a bit, he shook his head and turned back to Loretta. She did seem like a sweet girl and even though she was shy he could tell by her stance that she still had a will of her own.
Loretta's eyes followed the manilla folder as the sir Roland held it up and waved it before her. When he pulled one paper out and read what her species was her blush returned and she shied back a bit. " Um...w-well...not exactly..."she admitted softly rubbing one arm. When he waited for her to tell him her true race Loretta sighed." I'm what you would call a...a um...."the word seemed to escape her as she looked to the ceiling with furrowed brows and tapped a cheek with one finger as she tried to recall the one she needed,"...'aquarius'? No, that's not it um...'phoenix'? No, that was the big fire thing with 'feathers' I think they are called...um....'Merlin'? No that's not right either! It's close but that's the famous magician to some little boy with a big knife. It's...It's..."she stumbled over the words trying to remember till finally she looked ecstatic and pointed as she jumped happily on the balls of her feet and exclaimed," 'Mermaid'! That's what you call my kind! I remembered!"Just as soon as her bubbly spirit shone, it disappaited just as quickly as she realized he was still in the room and she quickly lowered her gaze shyly growing silent as her hands moved behind her back.
We get better. Stronger. Till we become a pearl.
ScuroFenice
Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 10:54 pm
Kathryn Anon
ʊςΐɖϮɾᾲӋ xxxxxx xxxxxx
❝ I may come out as cruel and ruthless.....
Lucid watched Lux, her body language obviously tense and stubborn. He would have a hard time getting anything out of her so instead he began looking at her papers. "Of course it says you're stubborn, no need to figure that out, it's obvious in your stance and attitude. Hmm...you're a demon with Ice abilities and it's no surprise that you regard men with such hostility since you come from a particular unique race of females only." That hadn't been in the papers but he had had dealings with them before back when he was an angel. The boy he guarded over had gone a bit too close to their territory on a ski trip with some friends and Lucid had had to convince them that he meant no harm and guide the boy away. He remembered their cold eyes, the exact same type of ones as Lux. Standing up, the man began walking a bit towards her. "You also play the piano and have charms for the ability of caring for children and animals so somewhere in that icy cold heart of yours you have compassion. Why isn't it showing now? Because you were caught? and in regard to your statement, any woman also who fights against something dangerous is also going to wind up dead. Don't go jumping to conclusions or assuming I'm weaker than you. You haven't even seen what I can do and you won't until you try my patience." Continuing to step forward, Lucid went so far as to stop with less than an inch space between them, his light red eyes looking straight into her intense cyan ones. "You seem to hide your hurt with anger and have killed previous Masters...I wonder what they did to you, did they try to bed you? Or did they try making you do something degrading?" A hint of a smile showed on his lips as his eyes flashed dangerously. "All of them were weak so no surprise you killed one of them, I break my slaves not the other way around and it would be oh so fun to break your proud spirit down until you listen to and obey my every word." Placing a finger to Lux's lips so she wouldn't retort, he shook his head, never taking his eyes off the girl. "And don't say I won't break you because sooner or later you'll cave in, I guarantee it." It seemed more and more likely that he was going to take this one home with him. She was overly stubborn and wild and would take time, hard work and patience to mold her into the slave he wanted, but it would be worth it to see the conflict. She would fight back, it was certain, but he wanted that. He wanted her to see just how skilled he was; Lux was definitely overestimating him and he guessed she was thinking he was doing the same to her. Only time would tell.
......but get to know me better and I'll show you a whole other side of me ❞
Of course, Reiner hadn’t expected to be able to simply walk into the room and receive a warm reception. He hand’t even really expected to have a friendly chat, but he had expected at least a little more class than that he had received from the other male in the room. After all, other than motive for purchasing the female in the room, Ren had not outwardly insulted the man. He’d only questioned the purpose downgrading on the possibilities the demon would have for the female in the room. He didn’t see anything wrong with that. All was fair in love and war, right? Except this wasn’t really an all out war. They were standing as two civil men, in a room in front of a woman who they both took interest in. Of course, it was more of a matter that was game-like in nature. Because truly, the Mistress would have the final say, by who paid the higher price. Ren’s pockets were limitless essentially, but he wasn’t sure of the demon’s own wealth, and couldn’t begin to assume such charts and numbers either. He didn’t have time for it. Instead, he looked to the raven-haired female with the bold garnet eyes and took in her emotions on the matter. She seemed quite amused with the skirmish that would take place over her, in such close quarters right within her chamber. It would be entertainment when she had suffered the lack of such a show for a good amount of time. Or so Ren could only think such was the case. He could never know for certain unless he was told of the time the woman had spent within the confines of this room. He wouldn’t’ begin to assume he knew of her either, as he was certain the demon would come back with a retort for the comments made against his purpose.
And just as he had assumed, the Demon came back with argument, though it was quite weak by nature. Yet, the dragon had thought better of the male. He had thought that it would be a clean fight meant for men. He hadn’t realized he was dealing with a boy. One that was immature in the face of his own wisdom. When he heard the Demon address him as a lizard, slit-pupiled eyes focused on the blonde male and looked him over plainly, clearly showing his distaste for the horned male. So he would sling names and insult as a child did? With words and weak attempts? How pitiful. At least when Ren had spoken of intentions, he could have been right and had dealt no real injury to the Demon’s person, nor his name. Calling the dragon a lizard was too great a crime to be forgiven lightly. The horned male even went as far as to speak to the female in a semi-sophisticated manner, bumbling over his words until they made naught an ounce of sense. Ren simply rolled his eyes, taking everything in good humor. He would give his response when he better gauged the opinion and attitude of the woman. Surely she could not be enachanted by this young demon male who bumbled over his words and failed to actually represent what kind of being he was? After all, wasn’t it he who was making assumptions and slinging insults now, while Ren remained silent? That would have to be remedied. After all, the dragon was a very proud creature. He couldn’t allow his name, nor the name of his people to be sullied by one such as the blonde male, who could not even post a valid argument to him.
When the raven haired female laughed, trilling in a way that drew the dragon’s attention, he was rather aghast. She was amused, as was he himself, but she still clung to the foolish belief that they would fight over her? When he was clearly the better choice to take care of her needs? How foish these creatures could be, especially the demon male. Ren squared his soulders, looking over the female, who seemed ot have relaxed in her joyful watching of the battle that was about to unfold between the two males in the room. ”Ah, but demon, you say I have no sense, nor intelligence, but is it truly I that lack such things? An intelligent man would have assessed his opponent much better. They would not have simply written off their opponent as a “lizard” as you called me, when I did not pay you insult beforehand. I simply questioned your intentions, not sullied your name. But I see you cannot have a conversation that revolves around intelligent words. You must succumb to your selfish desires of name calling and slandering because you cannot actually fight a battle of wits on your own without slinging such sullies to other’s names. My intention was to have a companion. If the beauty chooses you, then so be it, but know that I have won this battle, despite your thoughts of winning. I refuse to play the game of intelligence and wits with someone who cannot make valid argument without actually having wit about them. Battles do not dwell on immaturity and slandering of opponents that is the cowards way, and I am no coward. Do not insult my honor, nor my intelligence with your blasphemous slander, whenyou have no evidence, nor cause to support your statements. For you are dubbed the one to take the loss in this battle.” His eyes were stern, his shoulders set as he delivered her rebuttal, as well as his final words. It was true, the demon played dirty and with immaturity. It was not a battle of wits. It was fighting with a child who could only point blame and sling meaningless insults. He need not remain around if this was going to be the case. And the raven-haired treasure even laughed at such ridiculous slander. It was pointless to continue here. After all, he would only continue to be insulted by an immature male who was not worth his time, while the woman in the room toyed with both of them. He would have offered her freedom had she chosen to accept his proposal, but the fact that she laughed and seemed amused by the horned male, when it was only blasphemous stupidity that rolled form the man’s mouth was simply undoing.
He shook his head simply, backing from the pair to turn his eyes to the raven-haired treasure. ”You laugh at his insults, knowing they are unintelligent and slung out of desperation to grasp finer concepts, and then you worry about who to choose? It is not worth my time to pursue you. No matter your beauty, nor your gifts, you laugh at those who say meaningless things that have no value, nor any sense of proof or cause. I wish you the best in your search and captivity. May you not have your wit dulled by this whet stone, for he is dull as I have seen.” he turned his gaze back to the demon male. ”Learn to gather better evidence for your argument, and perhaps something worthwhile will pour from your lips next time you try to speak wisely. And may you not be so quick to pass judgment and insult onto those who have laid no sullies against your name previously.” He said the words and backed into the hallway, no longer interested in hearing the rest of the argument, Ren was satisfied with his win. To continue to speak to the blonde male would be pointless. He did not need either party as a companion. Instead, he would find his own. One that suited his tastes as well as his desires, rather than acting as a disappointment before his eyes.
Saphire_L_Fox
Craft_Knight
Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 2:19 am
How terrible it was to travel during the day. It was absolutely despicable to be out in the sun. The pale skinned woman would have much rather been traveling at night, but there were strange human schedules that had to be adhered to, even by those who were immortal and nocturnal both. It was quite distressing at times to be an immortal who dwelt primarily in the darkness, as the sun was always a bother, even though many claimed that it was indeed a beautiful sight to behold indeed. Instead, the ruby-orbed female cast her eyes towards the ground, hissing her irritation as she held the parasol close about her head. He gloved hand held the gentle curve of the parasol tenderly, as any high-bred woman would. However, the patron beneath the lacy black canopy was anything but a highly bred woman. No. in society, she would be burned at the stake for witchcraft most likely. As it turned out, the woman holding the parasol was a well known demon. She was not famous enough to have her name down in the history books of the humans and demi-immortals, but she was still in high enough standing to be known by name, and in some cases, mere appearance. Calista Reverence was not a simple soul to be trifled with. She was a deadly female who had penchant to kill anything on sight that she didn’t like. That included the blasted sun that was raining down on her delicate skin and overheating her under the layers of silks and petticoats that made up her gown. The feathers around her neck shortened considerably to be naught more than a wreath choker around the delicate skin of her neck. It would cause her no trouble today while she traveled in the heat, otherwise she would become cross and painfully pluck each and every appendage from her neck.
She had chosen to come during the day, because it was more favorable to meet Athena under these conditions. To most, if not all that dwelt inside the walls of Pallas estate, including those who visited as patrons and business dealers, Athena was known as Mistress Pallas, the wealthy slave holder and dealer that owned the Pallas estate and all of its business. Exclusive to Calista, she was known as Athena, as the two were great friends and saw things rather swimmingly. Athena had even gone as far as to let Calista know she had received merchandize of interest. That could only mean one thing to the ruby-order demoness. A beast. It was something that Calista had been waiting for. She had been to the estate on several occasions searching for something quite specific, always leaving unsatisfied. There had never been the specific beat that she was looking for. Instead, it was a simple mortal or a gaggle of supernatural beings. There were never any beasts, and she did so love her beloved beasts. She missed the days when her purpose was to train them to listen to her commands. She had needed them then, when she had been lonely. They had given her purpose, but since the wars no longer brewed beneath the surfaces, she had no further need to train beasts. Not as a profession anyways. And if she was not using her profession to train beasts, then she was simply not training beasts. It was not as if she had a stable, or even a clutch of pets. No. They all belonged to others. She had only been permitted to see them temporarily. She had never had a beast of her own. She wanted one, and this summon would mean she would finally get what she was after, and the very thought of the possibilities touched her to her core with excitement.
With a small smile, the demoness finally entered the sanctuary of the Estate. She crisply shut her parasol and removed her gloves, slipping the smaller of the two into her pocket, while she left the parasol to the man just inside the door. Weapons were not permitted within the premises, and she would not wish to be seen as a troublemaker. She would follow all of the rules Athena set for her home. After all, she was only a guest, even if they were friends. It would be impolite to trespass on such hospitality. She smiled briefly as the cooler air found her neck and stroked the feathers there. They extended to finger length, taking in the coolness inside the house, as well as the lack of sun. She smiled, feeling much more refreshed now that she was not cooking directly under the terribly glare of the sun. She made quick work of finding her friend, shaking hands and making pleasantries. The beautiful demi-goddess refreshed Calista’s memory, telling her of door numbers, and where the potential choice could be found. Calista shook the woman’s hand eagerly and was off into the halls, heading towards the room that housed her future companion. The endless hallways and doors seemed to be nothing but simple guides. She saw guards stationed here and there. Heard voices from behind closed doors. The guards were even escorting a raven-haired female who looked particularly disheveled, as if she had been in some sort of altercation maybe with herself? She didn’t trust the sanity of all these enslaves beings. There was a brown haired male stalking behind the guarded female, until he passed them completely. Calista stopped paying attention as she drew closer and closer to the correct door.
When she stopped in front of the correct door. She stopped herself form simply bolting in. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she took the knob I her hand and opened the door. She entered briskly, the skirts of her gown swishing with her movement. Her ruby eyes found the form of a large wolf laying upon the floor. Her eyes took on a light all their own as her excitement got the better of her. Ruby lips curved up into a smile and she strode forward, moving to the best and looking him over. He was truly a fabulous specimen. ”Beautiful…” She reached out tentatively to touch the wolf, and then reveled in the feel. He would not so easily escape her. This beast was exciting to her. She picked up on tail and began examining the wolf’s body with great scrutiny. Her eyes would not miss anything. She would see everything that this wolf had physically attributed to himself. She would document it in her mind, and then she would steal this wolf away, pay the sum Athena wanted for him, and they would be back to her home. There was no doubt in her mind that she would capture this prize for her own. She took the wolf’s muzzle, unafraid of his actions as she looked him over. ”Beast… you are a lovely creature.. I should think I would take you home with me. And I hope you can behave.. if you can’t, I will certainly teach you do so” She smiled looking over the wolf. She would let no other have him. He was hers, whether he desired it or not.
xxxx▶▷▸▹ The wolf continued to stare at the outside world. His eyes of blue reflected nothing at all as it gazed on the sight that was portrayed like a beautiful painting with the window before him as the frame. This absent gaze of his was because he was reminiscing about the past. The world back then was peaceful despite the turmoils that had been happening. Life was simple without much of complications and it was rather easy for the wolf also. Humans back then were easy to fool around with and get blood from them. However, life wasn't easy anymore like back then and the wolf knew it due to the changes in time.
His reminiscing ended as he heard the opening of the door of his room. His three tails swayed with each footsteps and their swaying became more energetic as he was able to see who was his guest. There was no doubt about the belle being a demon which he identified from her alluring scent. Her pale figure was beautiful, like her body was carved from a high grade marble by an old master of sculpting. Her hair of ebony was lustrous and gave an impression it was made from silk that fell down. The eyes of crimson which contracts his eyes of blue were like some lost treasures that's worth a fortune and he couldn't miss the glint of her eyes. The eyes of someone that wants him. The wolf had seen it for tens of times already that it became normal for him. Her voice was heavenly as the same for her touch which was ironic in a sense, seeing she was a demon. He didn't mind her hand stroking his fur but in fact, felt fine with it and was something rare for him to feel. That it was a good sign... well most of the time.
The wolf would only nodded at her words yet he moved his mouth, uttering: "Name.... Aion Festianelle Dealantre...." Introducing himself to his new mistress. Now all the wolf could do was hope that this mistress of his would remember to feed him his daily needed nourishment. He slowly stood up in fours and walked around the belle, mostly familiarizing himself more of her features before moving to sit in front of her, waiting for words.
❝ I love feeling alive— I love walking out in the cold In my bare feet And feeling the ice on my toes. ❞
Her glare only sharpened as he turned to her file, prattling off information she already knew about herself as if she were nothing more than a book to be read. It only annoyed her more. He was intentionally trying her patience and that line was running thin. Evidently he seemed to want to piss her off—and he was doing a fairly good job at it, too. Not that she had ever had much patience for him in the first place, considering his gender, but all matters aside he was only making his job more difficult. There was no way in the deepest pit of hell she would serve him, and he would figure that out. Preferably sooner rather than later.
She was, admittedly, a little surprised when he mentioned her people. So he knew what she was? And he was still trying to take her on? He was definitely a fool. A fool with a head that was more filled with ego than intelligence. And while she could use that to her advantage, it also meant that it would be harder to get him to get over himself and realize that he was about to start fighting a battle that would be rapidly going down hill—for him. Lifting her chin she scorned him with a light scoff, her sharp gaze filling with condescension.
”Not because I was caught but, rather, because I am currently stuck in the company of scum like you.” she shot acidly, narrowing her eyes further, ”And while any woman is just subjected to danger as any man, I assure you that you would be the one to regret this decision you seem so hung up on.” she closed her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest as the air continued to chill further, frost beginning to crawl slowly over her pale cheeks as she tried to ignore his presence, much too close for comfort. She didn’t listen as he rambled on, her thoughts distracted by other things. If he didn’t move very soon…
When there was a sudden pressure against her lips her eyes whipped open and without any warning or hesitation she opened her lips and chomped down on his finger, biting hard enough that a coppery taste flooded across her tongue. Pulling away quickly she whipped around, grabbing the back of the chair that was right next to her and throwing it at him, as flashing across the floor as her anger spiked. ”Don’t you dare touch me!” she shouted, wincing as the guard—who had burst in through the doors upon the clamour of the chair breaking apart—aimed to subdue her with the baton. When that failed, the wooden weapon harmlessly bouncing off a barrier of strong ice, he grabbed her roughly and kicked her legs out from under her, quickly cuffing her hands behind her back and pushing her forwards as ice began to climb up his arms.
Lux, now down on her side, maneuvered herself to her knees, moving from a sideways siting position into a kneeling position, quickly moving to push herself up to her feet. Ice crawled over the cuffs that linked her hands behind her back but, much to Lux’s discontent, did nothing to assist her situation. She backed away from them both, her icy gaze sharp with anxiety and paranoia. Regardless of what happened now things would not go well for her, she knew, and that somewhat quelled her temper—replacing a degree of the anger with quickly moving thoughts geared on getting out and away; too bad they were between her and the door.
❝ Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see only the dangers that we cannot shun. ❞
”If you don't stand for something you'll fall for anything.”
..."Hey...mister...dude...man!”
The guard yanked at her arm, pulling her closer toward the wall of the hallway so that they might pass the man who exited the open door ahead. “That's a master. Now shut up.” The guard ordered with a knock to her head as though that was supposed to work.
“Oh... a Master. Looks more like a mister to me.” Ivy smiled at her small joke while the guard practically dragged her down the hall. “Let go gosh darnit!” There was sure to be a new bruise on her arm come tomorrow...which was not something she was particularly happy about. Being just a little more than a human left her to bruise rather easily. Besides that, she had fairer skin which only displayed the markings that much more. Scars were much worse, as they would never fully heal. The most prominent ones on her body were covered up for the moment. Even if the dress did not zip up all the way to the nape of her neck her hair had always done a quality job in shielding her marred back from the rest of the world.
Passing by the door Ivy peeked inside while she could, not only was there the man leaving the room, but also another one inside. What seemed to be the slave occupant sat in her tidy room, the same way that Ivy's had looked before she went on the hunt. It was not that she was always rather childish, just sometimes. She devoted it to the fact that she did not have much of a childhood, so a new dress always meant a small flounce, and a curb was meant to be walked on the edge of arms extended as though one were a trapeze artist. This by no means made her immature, as she was a well educated and proper slave, when she wanted to be. That was Ivy's downfall.
The guard opened another door and pushed her inside. The room looked like a replica of the one she had just passed and the one she had been in moments before. “Creepy.” Was all she could say to the fact that it was the same and turned around to face the guard.
“Don't mess anything up or it will be the basement for you next.” Being met with the slam of a door Ivy took another glance around the room.
“Well that was anti-climactic!” She screamed at the closed door with an annoyed sigh. Curious she turned over her shoulder to look at the dresser, set up in the same place as the last room. 'Can't be.' She thought, turning in the direction to place her hands over the dresser doors. Waiting for a moment she pulled them open for an answer. There was nothing in this one. No dresses of any sort, which was even less exciting then finding the same exact dresses as the ones in the last room.
”Yet each man kills the thing he loves, by each let this be heard, some do it with a bitter lock, some with a flattering word. The coward does it with a kiss, the brave man with a sword.”
((Just passing you by in the hall.))
StellaLuna SkyWind
Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 6:27 pm
┌x↑x↓x▏x
My friends
Who had betrayed me so
They killed my family
xxxxxxThe ones that loved me as i did them
... My mind now corrupted
By my own mental reality
I am trapped
But really I
Am happy with the decision i had made...
x▏x↓x↑x┐
Late in the evening, a girl walked into Yasumita's study, and sat down on his bed next to him. The girl looked down upon Yasumita, noticing he had passed out with his red mask on, she brushed a hand through his hair."Yasu, wake up hun."With a bit of a stir, he woke up and yawned, then looked to the girl. For a few seconds he blinked, and jumped three feet over to the other side of the bed."Penguin!"She sighed, and reached over to poke him in the stomach."Dork. It's Morena you silly."She chuckled, and yawned."Don't yawn... it's contagious."She chuckled and poked him as he shifted back over to her."Oh, is it Morena?"He put a hand on his mask, and shifted it to the side of his head revealing his face."I guess it could be."He mumbled and sat up, then cracked his back. He could hear a faint fluttering in the room, and watched as his little baby fluttered over to him and landed on his lap, then hugged his chest."Morning my darling Kaede."He smiled and rubbed her head, and she made a smile. Yasumita looked over to Morena, and poked her side. She jumped up and looked to him."I'm guessing you would like your fill, little miss vampire?"
Morena looked down, and nodded."Yes please, Master Yoey."He smiled to her and tilted his neck. Morena looked over and sunk her teeth into his neck and started taking his blood. She did until she was full, and she withdrew her teeth from him."Thank you Yoey..."She mumbled, and looked down."You're welcome my dear."He grinned, but she wasn't finished."No, not just for the blood. For everything you've done for us."She squeaked out."Hmm? Go on.""Well, you took me, Seren, and Jackie off the street when we were just kids. You offered us a job, a home to live in, food. You gave us everything, for no reason at all. I can't help but think to ask why.""You don't need to worry about that."He spoke with yet another smile. She flustered a bit and stood up.'He must have a reason behind it i just know it. But now isn't the time to ask. I have to ask him when he gets out of that ditzy mental state he wished himself in.'She thought, then looked to Kaede."Kaede, I wish Yasumita out of his mental state."She wished, and the fairy just shook her head and clung to Yasumita.'Somehow i knew that wasn't going to work. She only grants Yoey's wishes, and nobody else.'She looked around, and looked to Yasumita."Are you having a party tonight? And are you donating to that slave shop still?"Yasumita nodded then spoke."Why not, and yes.""Alright. I will alert Jackie."
She got up, and was about to leave but was stopped."I think I will hand the donation in myself. A little fresh air would be nice."He grinned and got up, then went to the bathtub."It isn't good to attend someplace filthy. Some would say it's disrespectful."He chuckled, and turned the water on and took off his clothes, and when the tub was full he slid his mask over his face and slid in. Morena cleaned up his study, and after a little bit they were in the car on the way to the shop."Did you feed the penguins?"He spoke to Jackie, who sighed and looked at him as they were driving around in a white limo."You don't own penguins Yasumita...""Did you feed the chickens?""You don't own chickens...""Bullshit! You know how much money I paid for those chickens!?"He yelled, and Jackie sighed and looked at him."You never had chickens in the first place. Ever.""Tell me you filled kool-aid man. The little kids need him!!!""What the hell is wrong with your mind, man!?"Yasu looked away, going into a trance looking out the window, before reaching down and picking up Kaede. He had only brought her with him for the time being, the rest being at home. His cane rested beside him, and after a few minutes they came to the slave shop.
The car came close and came to a stop. Yasumita opened his door before Jackie could open it for him, and he picked up his cane, then walked with it to the door of the establishment, and opened the door as Jackie scurried after him. There was a butler at the door, and the butler escorted Jackie and Yasumita to Mistress Pallas' office, an before he knocked he shifted his mask from his face back to the side of his head and straightened his apparel. Looking to Jackie she gave him the nod and he entered Mistress Pallas' Office, noticing there was a man inside he looked over to Mistress Pallas'. He entered and they had a chit chat about the donation, finally coming to one million dollars in cash brought in by twelve suitcases, and as he left the room, Jackie stayed behind and talked about the slave she had requested days earlier that would take the place of one of Yasumita's daughter or wife, seeing as in this state and time period he forgot what his family even looked like, so the slave could take the place easily. The name of his slave was called Momo Tuk, race was Anubis, and after a little bit Jackie bowed to Mistress Pallas, and before Yasumita walked out the door Jackie grabbed him a guard walked them to Momo's room. Jackie opened the door, and brought Yasumita in. He looked to the Anubus girl and waved to her, and smiled to her. Before he could speak, Jackie took him out the room and told him to wait out in the hallway, and she looked to Momo."I'm purchasing you today, and for that man you just say who smiled at you. We've already spent the money, so you have a choice whether or not you want to be a wife, or a daughter. Your choice. Let me tell you now, he is a very kind man. I can give more information if you want."
Miss Kari Bao Long was sitting on her bed, looking out the window, while she thought quietly to herself. She had been in this room for two weeks now, and she was starting to get even more irritated. Which was not a good thing at all. She needed to get the hell out of this place, and then hunt down that damn organization and slaughter them all. Kari didn't care if they were even there when she was sold, if they were apart of that damn group, then they were going to die. Plain and simple. Now. All she needed to do was get the hell out of this room. She had been good so far, behaving quietly, well not so quietly, but at least no one had died yet. That was always a good thing, right? Damn right it was! I mean, the worse she had done so far was through the food back in the guards' faces. Kari had soon found out that it wasn't a good idea to do so. The Mistress of this place made sure that the slaves behaved, and after Kari threw her food, she didn't get her dinner that night. Which she believed to be just down right cruel! She was a dragon she had to eat or she would starve to death! Letting out a growl, she fell back on her bed and started to stare up at the canopy. She didn't want to leave her with a master, but she didn't want to stay cooped up in this damn room any longer either. No, the Celestial Dragon wanted to spread her wings and fly. She wanted that brief sensation of freedom, but Kari highly doubted she would get it anytime soon. This dragon was not to be trusted at all."Damn it! I just want to get the hell out of here!"Growling and closing her eyes, Kari turned on her side and grabbed a pillow, cuddling with it as she decided to take a short nap. It wasn't like she was going to be able to do much of anything else, now was she?
Kari had finally fallen asleep, only to be awakened by loud banging and crashing noises. What in the hell was that about? Growling and looking around, she heard the disturbing noises coming from another room, and Kari growled before grabbing something close by. Throwing the lamp as hard as she could, she narrowed her eyes as growls rumbled in her chest."Keep it down! I'm trying to ******** sleep!"Her patience was wearing thin after all, and Kari felt as though she was close to breaking. She needed to get out of here and soon. The dragon didn't like being confined to rooms. It made her temperamental and eventually dangerous. Well... technically she was already dangerous, but by confining her to this room... It made Kari more and more prone to "blow" up so to speak. Growling and deciding to take a shower, the woman climbed out of bed, and went into the bathroom that was provided for her. Stripping her clothes off, Kari stepped into the shower, and let the hot water wash over her. The dragon let out a sigh as she relaxed under the water for a few moments, and then went to get herself clean, and then moved to find something more comfortable to wear. Now... all she had to do was try to calm down, and everything would just fine.... That was what Kari had wanted to believe anyways. Falling back on the bed, running her fingers through her now dry hair, the woman closed her eyes, but that only brought on painful and angry memories. She didn't need to be here! Kari needed to be back out in the real world, in her comfy house, making more investments, and making her father's horde even bigger! Kari knew that the net worth of her back account was well over fifty million, but her money would not do her any good in here. It wasn't like she could buy herself.
God she wished that she could though, and the more that she sat there and thought about it... Kari started to get agitated and then finally pissed. Growling and getting off of the bed, Kari started to pace back and forth like a caged animal. Her growls started to become louder and louder, as her feet started to hit the floor harder. After pacing and growling for a couple of minutes, Kari found the nearest thing and chunked it across the room. Growling and starting to rant in a stream of curses, Kari grabbed another object and threw it against the wall as well. It didn't take the guards long to come in either. Narrowing almost glowing crimson eyes at them, Kari growled and watched them. Two large men watched her and moved to take her, and drag her downstairs, but Kari dodged them and started to fight."I will NOT go anywhere but outside! ******** this room and ******** all of you!"The dragon's little declaration didn't go over well at all, and before Kari knew it, she found herself on the floor with a pile of guards on top of her. Damn her weak human body! Four guards took hold of her, and started escorting her out of the room, as she kicked, growled, and insulted every one of them including their mothers. Kari glared at anyone who dared looked her way, ready to lash out and kill them as well. The only good thing that came out of this was that every potential master and mistress there, knew that she was wild and not one to mess with. It would make sure that she would be left alone.
Roland was surprised that Loretta didn't even seem to know what she was. He watched in amusement as she continued trying to guess. When she finally remembered, it was like she was a completely different person. The incubus smiled when she showed such enthusiasm for guessing it right but just as soon as it had appeared it disappeared again, changing the girl back to her extremely quiet and reserved self. Raising an eyebrow at the sudden drastic change, Roland regarded her in silence. So she had that type of personality, usually seen far off as quiet and drawn in on themselves but as soon as you got to know them their entire demeanor changed, it was like they were a completely different person. He had liked seeing her true personality show and knew that if he was able to get her out of her shell she would be very playful and enthusiastic. Turning the Loretta, Roland stood up and walked over to her, careful to keep a small distance between him and her so she wouldn't get uncomfortable. "You seemed really happy when you remembered what you were, is that why you took so long in the bath? Did you have your tail out?" He recalled the large amount of time between him entering and announcing himself and her coming out. He had assumed it was because she might have been putting on some makeup or making herself more presentable but it was probably so she could transform back into a humanoid figure.
Loretta lowered her head even more and looked at her bare feet when Roland asked if the reason why she'd taken so long to come out of the bathroom was because of her tail." Yes sir..."she admitted to him honestly though it was apparently something she didn't like to talk about. Honestly mostly cause when the majority of people found out she had a tail they quickly moved on to the next available slave." ...changing is fast...changing back though..."She rocked back and forth shyly as she didn't look at him. She was sure he'd probably leave in a moment or two now as most did. The ones who weren't scared of her tail would then try to make her show them and if she did, they would try to touch it and end up slicing their hands on the end. In which case she would be yelled at and put at fault." I also...still have trouble with your language...that's why I couldn't remember the word."Loretta also admitted quietly.
We get better. Stronger. Till we become a pearl.
ScuroFenice
Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 11:29 pm
Loretta Siren
Nodding in understanding, Roland watched Loretta closely. She seemed let down as soon as she told him what she was, not liking to talk about being a mermaid and he wondered why. "Interesting, i would say to have you show me but you seem...hesitant, so maybe you can show me later." Later as in once they had gotten to his home. He had decided that Loretta would be the one he bought and he looked back down at the papers, noticing that she had quite a bit lower price than some of the other slaves he had looked at. He wondered why, maybe he could ask Mistress Pallas about it once they got out of this room. "I can teach you some more of our language since you seem to be having a bit of trouble identifying things, though your knowledge of how to say words is exceptionally advanced, it won't be that hard." Roland chuckled. "Good thing I have a large lake on my property as well as the ocean within a day's drive. Tell me, would you like to come home with me Loretta?" He held out a hand and stood still, allowing Loretta to make the choice of whether or not she accepted it by placing her own hand on top of his.
