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 Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 12:15 pm
 ஆ I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down,
The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house,
I wrestle with my thoughts I shook the hand of doubt,
Running from my past I'm praying feet don't fail me now! ஆ
☽~☾ Kyo ☽~☾ Kyoya laughed at her comment, already knowing that she wasn't modest at all. He liked that about her and he smirked, not moving away from her. He had taken note that she hadn't reacted to his touch and he was going to have to change that once they got back to his home. He was handsome and he knew it, but something about Delmar made him want to get her stirred up. Kyo smirked again at his thoughts and then stared into Delmar's eyes.
"I cook very well so you won't need to worry about that. As for cleaning, I rarely make a mess and tend to pick up after myself. If you are content on keeping me company and looking beautiful as always, then we'll get along just fine. I have a cat at home, but he won't bother you much."
Kyo smiled at Delmar, but it hinted at the mischievousness that made him up. He could feel their skin just barely brushing against each other and he fought off the shivers that he would normally have. He would have to wait for such reactions until he was home. Man how he wanted to be home already! Kyo took a step back from Delmar and looked around the room, even though he had the entire layout already mapped out in his mind. It was just for show because he wasn't ready to give up what his profession was just yet.
"Please get dressed and we'll head to our room for the night. Tomorrow we'll leave for my house."
Kyo called to the guard and got the proper paperwork from him, shooing him so he wouldn't see Delmar. He filled out the paperwork quickly and efficiently before returning it to the guard along with his payment. While waiting for his receipt, Kyo turned his attention back to Delmar whom had packed what things she owned. Stepping up to her, Kyo gently pulled a chunk of her pinkish red hair into his hand and let it slip through his fingers. The smell of her was intoxicating, but Kyo had full control of himself. His face was a mask, but his mischievousness showed through slightly. He was curious as to what Delmar thought about him, but he knew that they both needed to get to know each other better. The night would be able to provide that for them and then they would be able to go to his house and get settled. Kyo had already arranged everything while he had been filling out paperwork so the house would be ready by the time they got home.
"Are you ready to go to our room?"Out. Of. Choices:
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 12:33 pm
 Ðelmar
Well, it was obvious he wasn't going to give her much of a choice as to whether or not she was taken home with him. Not that a slave had a choice, but his domineering tone made her raise an eyebrow in amusement, facing herself in the mirror. "All right," she remarked calmly, taking her time. As he went out into the hallway to speak with the guard and do whatever it was he had to do, the mermaid finished her primping and left her robe on the seat as she walked over to the small closet she had. There were a few outfits in there and she picked out a long dress that clung to her figure and was the color of seafoam on the waves. It was cut quite low, like most of her clothing. The mermaid didn't much care for shoes, so she slipped on a pair of ballet flats with a face before putting in diamond studs in her earlobes. It wasn't as if she had to do much to look good, she knew, and looked around the room as she pursed her lips. There wasn't much she owned, if anything, and she decided she could probably safely take the few items of clothing she had with her that she had been given before being taken to the hotel.
Packing them neatly in a small travel bag, Delmar looked up as her new master strode into the room. She straightened from bending over to shut the clasps and merely looked at him as he ran his fingers through her hair. The touch was soothing, she always did like physical contact of any sort, and her eyes grew just a touch heavy as she relaxed slightly. It was easy to see the look in his own and she smirked slightly. At least life with this man wouldn't be boring, she hoped. "I don't have that much, so you'll have to get me clothing and the like for when we go out," she told him, assuming he would be bringing her around. And really, she was still a woman and appreciated pretty clothing as much as the next girl, even if she didn't wear it as often as normal females did. She was no slave to be bought a thing or two and be content - if he was going to have her, he was going to pamper her, she decided firmly.
Delmar smiled a bit at the question. "What sort of room are we talking about?" she asked, picking up her bag and following him out of the room, hips still swaying just enough to make a point. "A hotel room? A penthouse? The bungalows here?" she continued, not minding any of those sorts of things, except if he was going to try to stick her in some cheap motel. That would just be unacceptable and they would have to amend her new collar to say she'd run away before. Speaking of which..."When are you going to take this horrid thing off?" the mermaid demanded, tugging at it and giving him a pointed look.
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N o i r Wafflesaurus Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 5:43 am
x x w a f f l e s x x w a f f l e s x x ⊱⊱ F ▸ L A N N E R Y ⋮ or Fawn, the Red Stag Skinwalker
░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ Waking up in her hotel room when the sun peeked through the curtains, the day had begun just like every other day. Breakfast had been delivered - a fruit and nut muesli - and really, that was about all the excitement of the day. The room was lovely, Fawn could appreciate that, but it wasn't fun. There was no space to run around and stretch, and the wards and collar made it utterly impossible to shift forms (she was stuck looking like a red-haired human), which made her even more restless. Spending most of her time in PJ's, Flannery only got dressed on days when she felt like she should, when her instincts told her she needed to.
Showers and baths were one of the only things that managed to relax the deer these days, her body too used to running around in fields as a deer to be comfortable in a human form for too long. Of course the woman regretted spending almost all her free days as a deer, but if she'd known what the repercussions would have been, she wouldn't have done it. She'd seen the damage it had done to her family first had, two of her siblings dead while the others were unable to remember how to change back. In a twisted kind of way, Flannery almost thanked the Hotel for it's wards and magic and the collars - she'd been forced to remember what it was like to somewhat permanently be a human again.
Showered, the woman spent some time relaxing on her bed unclothed, taking a moment (or many) to relive the days back in Scotland and the maws of England, the days when she could walk around the forests of her home in robes of vines and ivy, or simply starkers if it was just a quick change. All too quickly though, Fawn was dressed in a feminine dress with some cute sandals and her favourite gold jewellery. The ring that sat on her right index finger had been a present from the old farmer's wife that had cared for her for a number of years before they had to sell her. Looking to the beautiful item, the farmers wife had said to keep it until she found someone that could love her as much as they had, and then forevermore she should wear it on her left hand. Flannery still didn't get the meaning behind it, but the old woman had been kind, so she said she would, even without understanding what she was being told.
Elbow length red hair left to dry on it's own accord, Flannery spent a few minutes checking out her antler-less head. Even when she'd been able to change back to her human form, antlers and a tail had always remained, be it the tiny stumpy antlers of a doe or the majestic crown a stag carried. It was almost funny to see herself looking so normal, aside from the pale violet-red colour of her eyes that was. With hair the typical bright red of native Scots, added with the cliche thick curly-waves that dominated her head, Flannery had to admit that from time to time, she really did like her human self, and found it shocking to think that at one point she'd almost forgotten what she had looked like. That's what her families downfall had been - the had forgotten their human forms, and thus couldn't change back.
Pacing her room for a moment, Fawn took a moment to worry about the seasons. What would happen when Spring rolled around and she'd found a nice kind master? Would she be ditched again just for her uncontrolled emotions? Hugging herself, she wasn't even sure what season it was, she felt warm almost all year after living in such cold climates. The very, very long journey to this Hotel (we weren't in England anymore Dorothy) had totally messed up the deer's internal clock, and until she could be outside again, it was probably a good thing she couldn't tell when Spring was near - she was happy with her hips and bust right now thank you. It was a struggle to find pretty things to fit both aspects as it was.
Beginning to think that today might have not been the day someone came to see her, Flannery soon started to regret putting on such a pretty outfit. She couldn't lie about and roll around on the bed in this dress, it was far too pretty and while it sat modestly a few inches above her knees, a real lady didn't jump around and slack around a room in pretty clothes. Humming a little, feeling frustrated thanks to all the pent up energy, Flannery went to the wardrobe in her room that housed the small amount of clothing she owned and looked to the selection of footwear she had. Putting on some sandals with big pretty roses on them, she felt a little more hopeful. Maybe the footwear would lift her spirits?
Toes wriggling about inside the cute pair of sandals, Flannery felt a little better about herself. The fact she was wearing footwear made her feel more likely to get a visit today. Even if they changed their mind and didn't want to take her home, at least just a visit from someone would be a break from routine. What had it been now, three weeks, maybe over a month? Too long to be here without much contact from anyone. Huffing and flopping face first onto her bed, a knock at the door startled the little deer enough to make her roll off the bed to fall on the floor out of sight. Standing up and straightening out her dress, she had barely enough time to even call out a "Yes, I'm decent!" in her charming Scottish accent before the door handle turned. Oh how nice, a visitor after all!
▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬▬▬▬▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬Ｓｔａｔｕｓ: { Energetic and bored }Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: { Hôtel des Esclaves, Uncommon wing }Ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ: { Just meself~ }Ｏｕｔｆｉｔ: { Cute Little Deer }
#EEC591- Thinking & #C76114- Speaking▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬▬▬▬▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ GaysbianBabe ooc;; her hair and voice is almost akin to Princess Merida from Brave >w<
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 3:31 pm
 When I want you, I don't have raise my voice. When I call you, you know you haven't got a choice.
When you hear me, you better come without delay. Hear me singing, honey, wont you come and play?
Succumb, surrender to me. Throw yourself into my sea. I'm waiting here with my arms open wide.
Come to me, darling. Come inside.
Give in, give over to me. Drown yourself, satisfy your needs. Nothing to fear. I've got nothing but time.
Come too me, darling. Come inside.
Little sailor, little fool. You better heed the golden rule. Do unto others just as you would like to have them do to you.
You think you can just walk away, but no, it just don't work that way. See, once you're mine, you'll always be.
I never give anything for free.
Another day of sitting in the bathtub full of salty water. No, the siren didn't have to do this. It wasn't mandatory for her to lay in salty water all day, but it was a taste of home that she hadn't gotten for a while, even if the taste was artificial. The soaked locks of her blue to red hair clung to her back and wound itself around her arms whenever it could. Mismatched eyes gazed upward at the ceiling before they turned to the mirror. It was too high for her to see much else other than the light streaming in from the frosted window that was in the bathroom of the room she currently resided in, waiting for another master to show up and claim her.
Undine was used to this game. Used to the waiting before someone came and took her away for a few years before they eventually sent her back because she'd thrown a bar of soap in their microwave or 'accidentally' spilled bleach on their favorite shirt one too many times. Needless to say, the violence that had once driven the siren to lure men into the sea was now pushed into a more harmless chaos that seemed to drive her masters up the walls. Her last master, however, seemed to have a fuse of steel. He never got angry with her for anything she did, only laughed the way the old man did and cleaned up the mess. But he had purchased her for his entertainment, her pranks were just part of the package, or so it seemed. However, his health had failed him on one windy night and so... Now here she sat in a tub of salty water with nothing to do other than soak.
A soft sigh rippled from her lungs and escaped her parted lips before the woman pushed herself from the now frigid water and pulled the plug. She waited until the bathtub was empty of it's contents before grabbing a towel and drying off. One foot after the other was placed on the small rug in front of the bath as she toweled off before getting dressed again in her typical outfit. The purple dress, if you could call it that, was more like a swimsuit that was given to her so that she wouldn't go skinny dipping in the pool in the backyard that connected to an alley where the neighborhood boys would gather. Her previous master had been a man of great taste, but he was constantly striving to keep her out of trouble, he looked to her like he would have a daughter, if he had had one.
Undine looked at the clock on the wall and gave another sigh, irritated that it was still too early to sleep the night away. There wasn't much to do when trapped in a room all day, especially for a month. It was a wonder that the slaves here didn't go crazy. She probably would have already if she hadn't been used to this game by now. After over three hundred years in servitude, one tended to get used to waiting. As the siren moved from the bathroom out into the main room, she trailed her eyes over the few things she called hers before going and sitting in a chair near the window. Grabbing a random book from the large pile that sat beside her chair, she turned to the first page and began reading. The ten to fifteen books that were there, were ones she'd read a thousand times over and could probably recite paragraph after paragraph of without the book in front of her at all, but that wasn't the point of reading them. Passing the time and reliving the classics... That was the point of reading them page after page after page and then over again. Until she had more books within her grasp, these few things were her lifelines and Luci knew she'd go insane without them.
Crystal_Midnight18 Sorry for the crappy post...=/ Not very good at intros.
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 8:00 pm
![User Image]() ![User Image]()  ![User Image]() ▷ Orion had split away from his brother, having been given a different list of potentials that might suit what he was looking for. He hadn't been given a chance to see all that Iain had written, or his list, and he was really hoping his joke about a serial killer in the house would remain just so: a joke. If worse came to worse, he would throw his brother in front of him and run. No, he couldn't do that. The thought of being away from his brother, especially when death was involved. Even not knowing where he was now was making him into a bit of a worry wart. Maybe if he just met someone new, he might be able to keep his mind off his brother, and off this morning. Or was it yesterday morning? The time change was really throwing Orion for a loop. It was like being in Scotland at one point in the day, and then being here with only a few hours different from when he left, despite the long plane ride. It was nearly time travel. Orion had to wonder if the new people they brought home wouldn't mind being airborne for a while. The two traveled at least on the major holidays, if neither one had anything better. He squeegeed the thought, knocking on the door of the third person on the list. He always chose the middle number, or as close as he could get.
Orion had done his best to wait to open the door after he knocked, but the jittery sensation in his stomach had attacked his arm and forced him to turn the handle, revealing a cute little thing with fiery hair that spilled down her shoulders. Being from Scotland for the last several hundred years, he knew right away where that red hair came from. There was a very slight difference between Scottish red, and Norwegian red, as well as others, but the difference was so subtle, that it might be compared to telling oriental races apart just from sight. Orion had nearly mastered that skill as well, sometimes having the rare Thai that looks Vietnamese. If Iain were here, he'd probably just drag her home simply because of her hair color. Orion liked it as well, but he wanted to know a little bit more about the woman first. He looked at the paper and raised his brows at the news of her being a skinwalker. He was something of the sort, himself. For him, he had to have his own seal skin, with her, or at least types like her, they had to have something of the animal they wanted to be. He wondered if it had to be something specific.
"Hello, Flannery, my name is Orion Broderick McIntosh. I was too anxious to keep myself on the other side of the door, I apologize." Orion couldn't help himself from looking the girl over, taking in every detail from head to toe, but trying not to make it too obvious. He almost felt bad for whichever poor soul his twin had to be talking to. No doubt, Iain had to be doing the same scan, but no doubt, the other was thinking what the person would look like naked, gender be damned. He found this woman very attractive, but she was beautiful, something gorgeous he could admire. He wouldn't mind dragging her off to his room, but it wasn't something he was seriously considering right now. Perhaps she would just be his friend, or at the very least, someone he could have a conversation with. Or, there was always the option that she was only something on the outside. There was a chance that she wasn't something for him, and he would have to choose another name on the list.
He offered his hand, wondering if she would shake it. He normally wasn't so formal, more of a casually friendly sort of person, but it was the whole ordeal and the word 'slave' that put him a bit on edge. If he wasn't wearing a sweater, maybe she would think he wasn't a snob of some sort. Orion made the mistake of using his other hand to push up his glasses, softly blushing at whatever image he was giving off. Snob, or nerd, either way, he was not doing a good job of giving her an idea to what type of person he was. At the same time, what if she was nothing as she would appear to be in this room? He could be the twin that brought home a serial killer. ◁
N o i r Wafflesaurus OOC::Sorry for the short-ish reply. Just got home from a rave and my mom is talking about some sort of popsicle story.
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 4:02 am
x x w a f f l e s x x w a f f l e s x x⊱⊱ F ▸ L A N N E R Y ⋮ or Fawn, the Red Stag Skinwalker
░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ The whole "how nice, a visitor" thought in her mind was suddenly being thrown out the window when the thought was reprocessed as 'oh dear, a visitor!' She wasn't ready for this. Sure she'd dressed up, and her red mane that used to be so much curlier had just settled back into it's gentle wavy river down her when it was quickly pulled over her shoulder to be played with. Feeling the familiar 'fight-or-flight' emotion well up in her body, Flannery hunched in on herself a little bit as this taller male walked into the room. Looking anywhere but at the man for now, she knew he would be looking her over to make sure she was acceptable, or that there wasn't any visual flaws in her. But then he spoke pretty quickly and Fawn found her eyes snapping up to the man.
Scottish. That name was definitely from her homeland. Wide doe-like eyes stared at the raven haired man as he apologised, and all Flannery could do was shake her head and murmur an "it's okay" in a soft voice. He was well-dressed, but not in an upper-class sort of way, not like the businessmen she'd seen in the entrance the day she'd been brought here. He was.... Smart looking! Was that it? Neat was probably a better word, and his glasses made him seem intellectual, like he was a smart man that wouldn't hurt her. The farmer man had looked neat and had worn glasses too, and they'd treated her nicely. Maybe this was a sign?
Seeing a hand extended to her, Flannery had to think for a moment. She'd been taught what to do in this situation, now what was it... Yes! It was a friendly greeting, a shaking of hands! Her family had done the same upon meeting other tribes of Skinwalkers, how could she have forgotten? Still, this man was a stranger, and it was just a little bit daunting to get so close, but he seemed somewhat flustered by something, thanks to his cheeks going pink. Flustered meant pink cheeks, right? That's what she'd seen; people went red in the face when they were flustered by something. Mainly the farmer's wife when her muffins weren't rising and she didn't know why. Flannery had known why, but she didn't want to mention that the grains used to make the flour she'd bought had been old and musty - she'd been able to smell it while running around in her doe form.
Slowly with hesitant steps, Flannery stepped forward to greet the man properly. Letting her hair go, she reached out her hand and gently placed it into Orions. "It's nice to meet ye', Orion. Yer welcome to sit down, if ye want." The 'r's rolled from her tongue easily with her Scottish accent, and she gestured to the round table with the soft white chairs by it. Smiling a little, Flannery didn't know what to do, and simply let go of the man's hand in a slow fashion - she didn't want to seem rude. Playing with the ends of her hair, Flannery looked around a moment before perking up a little. "I have nicknames... Some people find me name a little... Odd to the tongue." Looking to the chairs she'd just pointed out, she quickly scooted over to them, pulling out one for Orion while she sat herself in the other, knees bouncing a little thanks to the fact she was resting on her toes, not placing her feet flat to the floor like most people.
Feeling that familiar rush of energy thanks to the sudden situation she'd been thrown into, the adrenaline from the 'fight or flight' urge earlier pumping through her veins, Flannery was much more alert and talkative than usual. "I go by Fawn.. Or Annie.. Or even Deer, the double 'e' one..." Looking around a little more, Flannery noticed the piece of paper that Orion was holding and her expression changed a little. If she'd been able to have her doe ears present, they would have instantly flopped to a slightly worried stance, her body folding in on itself a bit. He probably wanted to hear about what she could do, not what he could call her.
Dropping her eyes to her knees, Flannery placed her feet flat on the floor, looking suddenly dejected. "I'm a Skinwalker. Many years ago I used ta be able ta change my form ta any animal as long as I had it's pelt, tooth or somethin' tha' belonged ta it. Now all I can change inta is a Red Deer, or Stag. Mah family spent too long as deers and now my body can'ne adapt ta any other form. I have pendants made o' bone around mah neck, they're mah siblings bones... They were shot..." Twitching a little now, body tensing slightly at the memory of her siblings being murdered, she felt much more energetic than before. She needed to get out and run, her body was aching to change forms and stretch out thanks to the years and years of being stuck as a deer.
"I can'ne do much... I can cook small vegetable meals... And knit, sew an' weave... But I am no maid or cook... I'm jus' a being that's more of a pet than anythin'. Or a companion... I like to listen and make friends..." Shrugging, Flannery finally lifted her eyes back up to Orion and shyly smiled. If he was looking for someone to take care of someone, she could be taught to do that, but if he was looking for anything else, she was pretty useless. Sure, she was something cute and her deer form was equally as adorable, but she was almost useless for things 'slaves' did. Playing with the ends of her hair, Fawn even surprised herself with her next comment, a small chuckle sounding too. "I can juggle too..." Blushing softly, she quickly changed the topic. "Ye want to tell me anythin' about yerself, Orion? I'd like ta hear."
▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬▬▬▬▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬Ｓｔａｔｕｓ: { Energetic, just a bit on edge }Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: { Hôtel des Esclaves, Uncommon wing }Ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ: { Orion }Ｏｕｔｆｉｔ: { Cute Little Deer }
#EEC591- Thinking & #C76114- Speaking▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬▬▬▬▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ GaysbianBabe ooc;; it's fine! I had a basic idea for my next post anyway, so your post was fine :3
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 12:16 pm
![User Image]() ![User Image]() ![User Image]() ▷ Sitting down in the chair she had so kindly pulled out for him, Orion listened to her talk about her race. He didn't mind calling her Flannery, and if he really felt the need to give her a nickname, he sort of liked Flanny, although, she might not agree with his analysis of the name, so he would keep it to himself for now. As far as her heritage went, he was a bit surprised to find that she could turn into a stag. There would be a gender change in there somewhere, and he wasn't exactly sure how that worked. He decided against asking about it, and went on to what she could and couldn't do as far as housework went. He didn't mind that she couldn't really cook and clean. The twins kept the house fairly spotless and they managed to feed themselves just fine. And yet, here she was telling him that she liked making friends. It was exactly what he was looking for, but he still hadn't decided if she was.
"I have a twin brother named Iain, and the two of us are Selkies, which I suppose are somewhat like cousins to the skinwalkers. We can change form, but only with our seal skin and tears spawn our more animalistic needs. I have lived in Scotland all of my human life, which has spanned almost six hundred years now, and I live right next to the ocean with my brother. I don't actually need these glasses, the lenses are clear. I only wear them so people can tell my brother and I apart." Orion took off the glasses and set them down on the table, along with the papers in his hands. His watery blue eyes watched her, without making it seem as if he was staring. He had simply told her the basics about himself. He really wasn't very good with describing himself. People could always claim to be one thing, and then turn out to be the complete opposite, even if it is only in someone else's eyes. The chances of him being such the way he would describe being off, was high. He liked to think he was nice, respectful, fun, and a bit funny at times, but Iain had told him time and time again that he was bossy, and too much of a perfectionist. Then again, Iain was his brother, one of the only people allowed to say rude things and get away with it.
He kicked one leg up so that the ankle rested on his opposite knee, something that he did a lot when he sat and wondered what else there might be to say. He had told her his name, age, race, and the area in which he lived. There wasn't much else to say, not as if he would mention what he and his brother did in the house. Perhaps he could get away with asking her a few questions. "Flannery, do you like being a deer or a human better? I don't mean to pry, it's just been a long time since I was a seal, and though the animals are different, I wonder if they feeling might be the same." He had nothing to base this idea from, seeing as how he barely remembered his sixteen years as a seal, and he had no knowledge of what other animal shifters felt when they changed forms. Some might hate it, and some might prefer it. Orion liked being his human self, living on land, driving a car, women having soft skin, and being able to eat whatever he pleased. Sometimes, though, he wondered if he would be happier as a seal, swimming around in the ocean, and fighting over mates, only to abandon his children at a young age. He always told himself bad things about seals in order to keep himself from searching for his skin. If anything, his twin had probably tossed the thing into the ocean or had it buried under concrete beneath the house. What he had done with his brother's skin had been brilliant, and Iain had yet to even come close to it.
Orion also had to consider that someone who ran around as a deer might not enjoy being near the ocean. There were many thunder storms, and by the time they reached the house, it would be dark, and the TV had claimed that the next few days were to consist at least one storm, if not more. The boys would have to leave all the windows covered until the storms were gone, and with a frightful deer in the house, the closet might need to be cleared enough that she could hide. He wasn't sure if she was more of a doe than a stag, but both ran from thunder, and so both would need some safe place to be. If worse came to worse, Orion was more than willing to drive her to the home they owned further inland, and let her stay there, but he would prefer that she stay with them. Orion would just have to wait and see how she handled herself with such things. If she turned out to be someone other than she seemed to be now, he could always find someone else, right? No, he didn't believe in giving false hope. If anything, he would set her free and let her live as she pleased if they didn't get along. ◁
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 5:59 am
x x w a f f l e s x x w a f f l e s x x⊱⊱ F ▸ L A N N E R Y ⋮ or Fawn, the Red Stag Skinwalker
░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ Oh he was such a nice man. Listening to his explanation that he had a twin brother - Iain - and that he was a Selkie made Flannery relax a little bit. He wasn't a human, which made her feel better since all they wanted generally was pets, and he knew what it was like to change forms. Given Selkies needed to have their original skins to change forms, they were indeed "cousins" as he so easily put it. Skinwalkers, while originally Native American, had the same basic shifting principle as Selkies - they needed an animal pelt (or item) to change. The fact that he'd used a friendly term to compare her to himself made Flannery feel... Well, less skittish was a start.
He was older than herself, but not by much, and he lived near the ocean. Eyes going wide, it wasn't in surprise or shock, but sheer excitement. The ocean. She'd never seen the ocean, her tribe living inland and adapting to the native grass-eating animals to survive. Back then she'd be able to shift forms easily, but now... Frankly the woman didn't even know if she could change forms anymore, she hadn't even tried because her body constantly yearned to run as a deer again, to bound and stretch her limbs and get out her pent-up energy.
Barely taking in the tip about the glasses being fake so people could tell the difference between the twins, all Flannery could think about now was the ocean. To her, it was a place of mystery, a place that represented the romantic side of nature. Lakes and ponds in the forest were lovely and all (surprisingly the deer liked to swim), but the ocean. How simply marvelous to live near such a large water source. Too lost in her day-dreams, her face had slackened into a blissful expression of dreaminess, Flannery physically jumped when her name was mentioned, his voice tearing her mind away from thoughts of galloping through the breaking waves to see her cloven hoof prints behind her in the wet sad.
Oh! He just wanted to ask her a reasonable question, a generally curious question. Except, the answer would be more complicated than he was probably expecting, because Flannery blushed a little, her face switching between trying to smile, and trying not to project just how surprisingly awkward the question really was. "Well, ye see... I think I'm an exception to tha rules, Mister Orion." There it was again, the 'r's rolling so blissfully off her tongue with her strong accent. "See... Mah clan and I were jus' a bit... Too comfortable in our deer forms a' one point in our lives. We became a part o' the herd of deer we came across in England. Seein' no reason ta ever change our forms, my family... Lost their ability ta change into our original human forms... Except me. I dunno how I did it.. But my mind ne'er forgot what mah human form looked like, mah true form. We're born as humans, ya see, so as long as we can remember what we look like, we're pretty okay..." Shrugging, Flannery went back to playing with a strand of her red hair, finding comfort in her red locks. She loved playing with her mothers hair...
"I guess I can ne say if I like mah human form or mah animal form best, since I don't kno' any different these days. I'm forced to remain in my normal skin thanks to this place.. Which is makin' me crave to change. Mah deer form is a comfort blanket, an' I love it to bits, but bein' able to actually be in my original form withou' havin' ta remember how to change? I can say I missed it." Shrugging again, Flannery chuckled lightly. "I don' like one form more than tha other since I like 'em both equally. But I ne'er change in a house, no sir. Deers and houses dun mix." Cocking her head to the side, she offered up an amused grin.
Face falling back into her dreamy state from before, she scooted forward on her chair to lean in closer to Orion. "I've ne'er seen tha ocean before." Instead of being chipper and relatively even, her voice sounded just as wistful as she looked, her eyes wide and doe-like again. "What's it like? It's beautiful, I bet." Cupping her fists under her chin, her lips almost touching her knuckles, she looked more like an excited schoolgirl than a trapped woman. "I haven't been back in Scotland for so long..." The dreaminess took over once again, her face becoming placid as she let her mind wander to times when she still had her parents and all her siblings, running free in the highlands. "I miss tha cattle tha most..." She suddenly commented, before realising she'd spaced out and promptly hid her face in her hands. "Sorry Mister Orion! I... Tend ta space out a little. I don't mean ta seem rude..." Great, she was acting like an utter spacecase in front of such a nice and polite man. He was talking of the ocean and Scotland, and here she was thinking that he'd want to take her home. It wasn't right to get her hopes up, he probably didn't want some stupid deer anyway...
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#EEC591- Thinking & #C76114- Speaking▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬▬▬▬▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ GaysbianBabe ooc;; it's so much fun to make her all cute and spacey and day-dreamy O u O
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N o i r Wafflesaurus Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 6:25 pm
![User Image]() ![User Image]() ![User Image]() ▷ He had quickly found himself distracted by the way she looked as she seemed to be staring off into space. Everyone always had something going on with their face, whether they smiled, or caused a crease in their forehead. It was difficult to find true emotion when one was distracted by facial features moving. Orion was looking at her eyes, taking note of how her whole body seemed to freeze as she was dancing on a cloud a million miles away. He didn't intend to interrupt her, and so when she spoke, it had taken him a moment to realize she had actually formed the words with her lips. Flannery really was a nice person and he didn't see any reason why he shouldn't bring her to his home. She wouldn't change in the house, and she seemed excited to go back to Scotland. Even if he didn't want to take her home, he couldn't wave a Scotland beach in her face and then just leave her. It wasn't just that he would feel bad for hurting her, but that she was the kind of person he liked talking to, and it didn't really seem as if she didn't like him. It would take time to know for sure, but he couldn't stay here for a week, and then possibly change his mind.
Orion watched every little flicker of amber that touched Flannery's caramel eyes. As she began to come back to life, the turn of her head caused the light to reflect off every angle of her eyes, and Orion smiled at the nearly invisible flecks of green that held close to her pupils. It was interesting how many colors one's eyes had to create such a color. He had spent a lot of time looking at his own eyes to watch the colors, and he applied it to others as well. When you have almost six hundred years of really nothing, you find something to hold onto and pick up strange habits. This McIntosh twin just so happened to like watching people's expressions through their eyes. Iain always had a dead look on his face when he was thinking, but Orion knew better than to assume the twin was thinking about something as silly as a video game. Even now, as he listened to Flannery, he knew she was excited, and not just putting on a show of sorts to get him to like her. She was genuine.
"I guess I'll never know, then." Orion dropped his foot to the floor, his eyes following the same motion towards the little table before him. There was no way for him to learn whether or not the loneliness he often felt was due to him refusing to return to where he belonged. Perhaps he was just looking for company, as opposed to somewhere he fit in. He couldn't have expected her to know, seeing as how she was of a different race, and probably didn't understand what he really wanted. Someday, he might tell Flannery why he had chosen to stay human all this time, but until then, he was just going to stick to answering her questions. After all, she needed some answers beforehand.
"It really is beautiful, and even if I wasn't born from it, I would still think so. Every color of the rainbow, and the sound of the waves sing you to sleep every night. I couldn't imagine a life without being near the ocean." He spaced off for a brief moment, thinking he wasn't doing the water any justice with his words. She would see it soon enough. It was good thing they were going to fly over it. She could see part of his expansive body, and when they landed, she could see his cool car. ◁
N o i r Wafflesaurus Reading the parts where Flannery talks, I keep thinking of Joseph from Wuthering Heights. I think that's his name. It's been a few years. Also, sorry for the pathetic post. First day of classes on less than four hours of sleep. I'm just so tired.
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 9:06 pm
 ☣☢☠ Kale ☣☢☠ I'll find you in the deepest of nights You'll be the one that sets me free To all of our wasted nights To all of our wrongs we made right Kale wasn't sure why he was at the hotel, but here he was. He checked in with the receptionist, being nice to them and smiling but otherwise being silent like he usually was. He filled out the necessary paperwork to match him with five slaves before he would go around and visit them. After he received the list of slaves that matched him, he looked through them before something popped out at him. There was another deadly sea creature on this list and he pointed to the paperwork before the bellboy lead him to the right section. From there, a body guard lead him to the correct door. He paused for a moment before he knocked on the door and entered the room of the Siren named Undine Lucile, but also went by Lucie. He had read over her paperwork as he was being lead to her room. Looking around the room, he saw how really elegant the hotel was and was glad that they kept their slaves comfortable as much as they could. Kale looked around the room before he spotted the siren reading a book on a chair. He stumbled back a step and then bowed before he looked at her.
After an awkward moment, he went over to the bookshelf and looked at all the books that the female had. She had an impressive collection and some of them were favorites of Kales. Realizing that he was being weird, Kale turned towards the girl and figured that he should probably at least introduce himself to her before wandering around the room."My name is Kale. Sorry for not speaking earlier, but I prefer not to talk since it isn't in my nature. I'm a kelpie...."Kale wasn't sure what else to say so he bowed and then gestured to Lucie to introduce herself. He already knew most about her from her profile that he had received, but he wanted her to say it. He felt like it wasn't real until someone spoke it which was ironic coming from a man with such little words. Kale really looked her over while he had the chance. He thought her unique eyes and hair were simply beautiful and the dress she wore wasn't exactly modest. It was a bit short and it clung to her curves, but he didn't mind. He politely looked into her eyes, not wanting her to think he was a creep although that was probably too late. He really needed to learn how to be around people more. O.O.C: Sorry about the late reply! Things have been crazy lately! ><
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 12:47 pm
When I want you, I don't have raise my voice. When I call you, you know you haven't got a choice.
When you hear me, you better come without delay. Hear me singing, honey, wont you come and play?
Succumb, surrender to me. Throw yourself into my sea. I'm waiting here with my arms open wide.
Come to me, darling. Come inside.
Give in, give over to me. Drown yourself, satisfy your needs. Nothing to fear. I've got nothing but time.
Come to me, darling. Come inside.
Little sailor, little fool. You better heed the golden rule. Do unto others just as you would like to have them do to you.
You think you can just walk away, but no, it just don't work that way. See, once you're mine, you'll always be.
I never give anything for free.
Mismatched eyes looked up from the pages of her book, looking up at the door when there was a light tapping. A master actually having the decency to knock on a slaves door, how refreshing. Typically, they just waltzed in like they owned the place and demanded her name and what she liked and when she gave them a wrong answer, they waltzed out like she was last months issue of People Magazine. When the door opened, her eyes looked over the male who entered, silent though he was before he gave a bow and made his way over to the small collection of books that she had on the shelf.
After a few moments, she turned her eyes back to the page of the Divine Comedy without a word to the man. Undine knew how it was at times. One could tell a lot about a person by looking over their collection of books. Whether they wanted romance or adventure or they craved a steamy sex scene or just wanted to figure out a murder for once in their life. She wasn't too worried about her own collection and what they spoke of her. Most were adventure novels, The Iliad, The Odyssey, The Adventure of Tom Sawyer and Huck Fin, Sherlock Holmes Novels, Jane Eyre, and so on. All of them she had read over a thousand times and it shown by how worn the hard covers were and the yellowing of the pages, even though she generally took great care of them.
As the man stood and looked toward her, she raised her eyes from the page in her book with a small smile as he introduced himself and then gave another bow before gesturing to her. "Undine Lucile. Though I typically go by Luci. Siren. Needless to say, I speak often and sing even more." She retorted, a slightly teasing and playful tone in her voice as a cheerful grin passed over her lips to show that she wasn't being malicious. Her voice was smooth, curling lightly at the ends with a beckoning that one would expect from a siren, even though she wasn't singing to him. "But then, I'm sure you know most about me already." Luci replied, gesturing to the slip of paper in his hand that she had come to know was a list of names and a few details about people in these rooms.
She watched as his eyes looked over her, taking in her form like most of the men did, not that she minded. Being a siren and all, she liked the attention, almost fed on it, though she probably wouldn't have admitted to liking it out loud. Didn't want to feel like a creeper or a whore. As he looked back up into her eyes, Undine stood and gave him a bow of her own, her book clasped in one hand as it went to her waist and then over her heart. Her slightly wet hair fell into her face before she stood back to her full height and gave another smile, her blue and red locks framing her delicate features. "Tell me, Kale. It is alright that I don't add the 'master' in front, correct? What are you searching for here?" She asked politely before she took a seat back in the chair and indicated to another one within her sights or the bed if he so chose to sit there. In truth, she was being a proper hostess. After all, it wasn't every day that a master came into her room and looked over her collection before asking questions.
Crystal_Midnight18 OOC: No worries. I just had to edit it. xD Sorry if it looked pushy to you.
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 2:34 pm
☣☢☠ Kale ☣☢☠ I'll find you in the deepest of nights You'll be the one that sets me free To all of our wasted nights To all of our wrongs we made right Kale watched as Lucie bowed to him after speaking. After she sat down again, Kale looked at the chair she indicated and then took a seat. He was intrigued by her and he wanted to know a little more about her, but he wasn't sure if he was going to purchase her or not. While he kept this at the back of his mind, he thought about the question she had asked him. Why was he here? He had originally gone to the hotel because someone told him that he could find love here, but he wasn't about to admit that to this girl. After all, she had been brought here because of someone that only used her. He was sure that she didn't believe in love.... Or maybe she did. He wasn't sure what to tell her and as the seconds ticked by, he tried to think of a suitable answer. It was true that he was lonely and that he needed company, so he could always tell her that. After a minute, he decided to tell her some of the truth."I came here because I'm lonely and I would like some company. I don't really get out much so I'm also hoping to find someone that will help me with my people skills."Kale wanted to know if she had been marked as a sex slave, hoping that she hadn't and that she wasn't expecting much from him. Kale had never had a girl in his entire life, not even when he was a kelpie. He was a virgin, but he also didn't want to reveal this information just yet. He needed to see how Lucie was and if they would be able to get along. He knew about her past and knew how she had been brought here so she was far more experienced in those matters than she was. Or maybe she was looking for someone that would take her home and do those things to her. Kale mentally shook his head, focusing on Lucie's facial features. He wanted to be able to see her reactions to things and get a feel for how she was. He had already picked up on the playful side of her and just from her being a siren, knew that she was going to be a trickster. Kale wasn't sure what to say and so he waited for Lucie to speak. Hopefully he would be able to get a sense of her and who she was as well of how she acted.O.O.C: Not at all! It was a reminder that I needed to do it so thank you smile
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 6:10 pm
When I want you, I don't have raise my voice. When I call you, you know you haven't got a choice.
When you hear me, you better come without delay. Hear me singing, honey, wont you come and play?
Succumb, surrender to me. Throw yourself into my sea. I'm waiting here with my arms open wide.
Come to me, darling. Come inside.
Give in, give over to me. Drown yourself, satisfy your needs. Nothing to fear. I've got nothing but time.
Come to me, darling. Come inside.
Little sailor, little fool. You better heed the golden rule. Do unto others just as you would like to have them do to you.
You think you can just walk away, but no, it just don't work that way. See, once you're mine, you'll always be.
I never give anything for free.
Luci watched the male carefully as he seemed to think about the best way to respond to her question before he answered. His reply was much like the older gentleman's that had purchased her prior to being here. He'd wanted friendship and some life to his life and she had been the ticket to it. Her love of living was something of a curiosity to the older man, especially since she'd been a pet for over three hundred years. But she shook her head slightly to get the fatherly image of her previous master from her mind before smiling over at Kale.
"I am good at speaking and being company, though I suppose I am mischevious at times. So long as you don't find things missing and maybe a few things being bleached as too much trouble, than I think we'll get along. I enjoy tricking people and causing trouble, though most people think I shouldn't be proud of it." Undine told him, hoping to give him a better feel for her personality. "It's been... Three hundred years or so since I was put into the slave trade, but I've gotten over the resentment of it. I see it now as an escape from my previous life and I enjoy it very much." Her voice was sincere as she told him this, her eyes moving to the book in her lap. "Thus far, I haven't had a master that wanted anything more from me than a companion, so it's actually a relief that you're not looking for more of a... bed mate. I don't know how I'd handle that other than to wish you luck and push you from my room." Luci replied with a laugh, hoping that it wouldn't be too off putting for him.
She was hoping that this was her big chance to get out of here, hoping that this man would be her escape from these four walls, though he seemed to be a bit young to just be looking for a companion. The siren really didn't want to be another fellows bed mate. The first time was the last time for her and she'd be damned if she let another man waltz in and so easily take from her what she coveted. Undine watched the man across from her closely, trying to read his facial features and his reactions through the look on his face, though she had never been that good at reading people.
Crystal_Midnight18 OOC: Sorry if it's crappy... Couldn't think of anything. Oh, and I edited. Added on a third paragraph.
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 8:36 pm
☣☢☠ Kale ☣☢☠ I'll find you in the deepest of nights You'll be the one that sets me free To all of our wasted nights To all of our wrongs we made right Kale blushed faintly when Lucie talked about being a 'bed mate' for him. He shook his head and held up his hands in front of him, although as he did it, it may have been taken as being rude. Kale put his hands down and looked off to the side, fiddling with the bottom of his shirt. He really wasn't good with interacting with people."You're beautiful and all, but I don't have any experience with being a 'bed mate' and I don't plan on using you in that way."Kale waited until he was calmed and his color returned to normal before he faced Lucie again. He looked at her for a second and after replaying what she had said in his head, he decided that he would be able to handle her. He liked jokes and he would be grateful to have someone else inside his house. After a moment of deliberating, Kale told Kucie of his past and why he had decided to come here. He told her about the woman and the lover he had eaten and his want to find out about love. He wasn't sure why he felt so calm around Lucie, but he figured it was because she was another sea creature like he was."Forgive me for rambling. I just thought that I should be honest with you especially if we both decide that I should take you home."Kale looked at Lucie with honest eyes. He wasn't one to lie and he felt that since she had been willing to share a bit about herself, he should be willing to share about himself as well. He liked how easy it was to be around her, but was aware that he would have to keep on his toes around her. Hopefully she wouldn't ruin his favorite clothes, although he could always buy more. Thinking about clothes, he would have to take Lucie shopping once he purchased her and he knew that that was going to get expensive, but he didn't mind. He wanted to make Lucie feel comfortable, especially if she was willing to live with a weirdo like him. He was too quiet and somehow Lucie had been able to get him to spill the beans about everything. Thinking about it, it was probably due to her being a siren and that lure that he felt towards her. Even if she wasn't trying, there would always be that pull to do anything that she wanted people to do.O.O.C: That's totally fine. I've been enjoying your posts
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