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 Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 11:46 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 12:05 am
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Bury all your secrets in my skin. Come away with innocence and leave me with my sins.
The air around me still feels like a cage. And love is just a camouflage of what resembles rage again.
So if you love me let me go and run away before I know. My heart is just too dark to care.
I can't destroy what isn't there. Deliver me into my fate. If I'm alone I cannot hate.
My smile was taken long ago. If I could change I hope I never know.
┗ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ┛ Oh, I really hate waiting for people! The sin eater was horribly irritated with the masters roaming the halls and she was on the verge of being childish and kicking her feet or throwing herself on her bed. Since she couldn't leave her room, it was terribly boring and boring wasn't fun. Obviously. Most of the time, the demon passed the time by writing, in which her large stacks of writing were placed on a small desk against the wall in which the kind people of the slave shop got her for her writings. The drawers were full of steamy scenes best for a erotica than a romance novel. Sadly, she was running out of room in those drawers already and there wasn't much other room to put them. This was one of those bored times and she looked toward the door with her aquamarine colored orbs set under her furrowed brow, her face twisted in irritation. Her long teal hair was pulled up in lazy bun, strands of the long locks falling from the black hair scrunchy. Her body was dressed in a simple pair of blue jeans and a white tank top, more out of comfort than style. It wasn't like many masters came in to see her anyway. Most wanted someone they could coddle and enjoy the company of. Harli, however, lived only for herself. And as her hand scribbled words lazily on the lined page in fancy looking script, she couldn't help turning to look at the door yet again, hoping that the knob would turn and finally give her a chance to stretch her legs besides moving throughout the room. With a heavy sigh, Harliquinn kicked her bare feet under the desk and tilted her head back, releasing an irritated growl unlike a dogs or a cats, more unnatural than her hair color. A demon's growl that wasn't too loud, but could probably be heard through the door if someone were standing in front of it, but the sin eater knew there wasn't. She would have smelled them, heard them, something. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Harli turned back to her desk and looked over the hot and steamy scene playing out on the page before she crumpled the paper and threw it in the small trash can beside the desk. Leaning her elbows on the desk, she stared at the paint on the wall, wishing it would just peel off to reveal something amazing. But she knew better. It hadn't happened the last seven thousand times she'd done it. Instead, she just stared at the wall and waited for her fingers to want to write again or her body to want to do something other than sit in that chair and wait. ┏ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ┓
So save your breath, I will not care. I think I've made it very clear.
You couldn't hate enough to love, is that supposed to be enough?
I only wish you weren't my friend, then I could hurt you in the end. I never claimed to be a saint.
My hope was banished long ago. It took the death of hope to let you go.
So break yourself against my stones and spit your pity in my soul. You never needed any help.
You sold me out to save yourself. And I wont listen to your shame.
You ran away you're all the same. Angels lie to keep control. My love was banished long ago.
If you still care, don't ever let me know.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 6:47 am
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Tommy growled and thrashed as he sat on the bed, tossing a temper tantrum. "Why do I need to stay in this stupid room again! I was good, this time I swear!" the red haired boy shouted loudly at the door as he flopped down on his face and thrashed a few more times. He wanted to teleport right out of the room but he knew the consequences. "I hate it here!" Tommy yelled into the bed. He didn't like the basement rooms. They weren't nice and luxurious like the standard rooms up top these ones had one nice bed and the the rest of the room was like a jail.
Tommy knew he wasn't allowed to leave the room but he got up and opened the door a crack. He peeked outside and spotted guard walking down the hall. "Hey! Ugly! I'm hungry!" Tommy shouted as he glared the man came down the hall.
"Bad boys don't get lunch," the man replied simply as he approached Tommy and the red haired boy growled in frustration before he dropped a couple rude remarks and swears towards the man, who seemed shocked that the little boy would use such language. When he simply left, Tommy slammed he door and flopped onto his bed again with a soft "Hmpf," as he pouted. Tommy had been sent back by his last master when he'd been cooking the man dinner. Tommy had only picked up the knife to chop up the veggies (ew) and when his master saw, he freaked out and sent Tommy back to the market. He really hasn't been trying to kill anyone this time. Although he would have gotten to it eventually. Tommy hated all of his masters anyways. They always sent him back to the slave shop when he tried to get rid of them but he would rather be in the slave shop anyways... Not really. But the people who bought him were all perverts too. They always wanted a cute pet but Tommy refused to let them have one if it was supposed to be him.
Tommy kicked and growled under his breath. "It stinks more than usual!" Tommy shouted, sitting up. He honestly just wanted some attention. He wished he would have someone to bother to pass the time but his room was empty and he couldn't leave. "You guys should really do something about it..." he said, giving up and trailing off at the end of his sentence. No one was paying attention to him. They were all ignoring him and Tommy hated it...
He hated this place. He was sure everyone here hated him too. Tommy just wanted to poof away but it was impossible here. Once upon a time when he had first been brought here, Tommy had gotten one of he nicer rooms. He thought he would be sneaky and teleport away. Little did Tommy know that it was impossible to leave the manor. When he was caught he was thrown into one of these stupid rooms. He hated it so much that he could cry. But Tommy wasn't the type of person to cry. Instead, he kicked at the bed, and screamed into his pillow with frustration. Maybe if they would get him a good master who wasn't going to try to dress up and touch him, then Tommy wouldn't have to kill, or try to kill, off his masters... Or they could just give Tommy better looking ones who weren't freaks. Then maybe he wouldn't mind being dressed up and maybe even touched a little. But so far he didn't see why he had to behave for the men who took him home since so far they have been weirdos. Some of them had even mistaken Tommy for a girl! Rude!
In the end, Tommy was sick of ending up back here but he didn't have the willpower to stick with a strange man who tried to do strange things to him. A decent master would be nice every now and them. Whenever Tommy got one, he usually messed up somewhere and got dumped back into the slave shop though.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 7:09 am
◤If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh?◢  Ｙｕｕｋｉ Ｅ. Ｌａｎｔｒｅｋａｒｔｈｅ
❝ My slogan is being illogical, irrational
xxxxxand indiscreet, concealing my slyness.❞
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Yuuki slightly smiled at the words of the femme and yet, she was slightly wrong about them fighting over her. For it would be vain do to so. As the dragon was gone, a sigh of relieve came from the demon. Despite the fact he enjoyed an argument with the dragon, it was still a rather petty argument. And petty arguments was something he didn't had so much time. It was in fact, a waste of time for him and that was something he disliked. Heck, he was fine with him losing because of the shallowness of his previous words which he did intentionally for two reasons. One, to see how the dragon would react to it. Two, if it would be enough for the dragon to snatch himself a easy victory and retreat. Three, because Yuu knew dragons as somewhat easy to anger with insults of an child well... that was how he saw his dragon kin associate and the dragon he had faced not so long ago. Their anger brought forth joy to him because their irritated visage was quite a masterpiece.
"Now that is over, I guess we can go.I just need to get from Mistress Pallas your file so we can go to my place already." Yuuki uttered to the belle with smile of someone who hasn't lost like what he dragon had proclaimed. But at much, he hoped that the dragon just forget what had happen for Yuu had an feeling he would be a great business partner in the future.
He walked outside of the room, calling for the guard that he'll be taking Rune with him to the office. The guard only nodded and had taken the belle out of the room. With him by the side of the belle, they went to the main office. The guard knocked twice and hearing the butler's words of letting them in, the trio entered. The demon bowed before the demi-goddess as his sign of respect to her. Like he did during his previous visits. The demi-goddess only handed Yuuki an brown manila envelop before shooing him away with his slave. That was the only thing they had to do for like had been previously stated, Yuu had already brought Rune.
With their escort went back to his station, Yuuki guided the raven-haired pulchritude towards the front door and to his Maserati. He opened the passenger seat's door for Rune, ushering her to the seat. The demon slipped to his seat. Starting the engine, "I hope we can get along just fine~" Yuuki stated before he turning the wheel and heading to his abode.
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(EXITS)
[O.O.C.: Hope this is fine sweatdrop ]
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 11:50 am
Wherever I may roam: In my room/Leaving the shop..
The beautiful people: Yuuki Lantrekarthe.
xxBehind those eyes: What the hell? / Finally, I can take my leave... Might only be for a short time, however...
Overly Obdurated Creature: Sorry. I wasn't sure if I should post back in the shop or the home, but I figured that they hadn't left yet so... Yeah. xD Sorry again.
↷ℛʋɳə x ৳ʎɔʮə↶
"I'd rather ask forgiveness than permission." ╞══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╡
So many roads that I've taken but nobody thought I could make it.
And even though I had to go it alone, I still survived.
When you live in the darkness, there's always confusion. Sometimes your mind will provide the illusion.
And your life can change in the blink of an eye.
I look to the sky but there's nobody watching. Left here behind, I'm alone and forgotten.
So now... The world belongs to me.
To live and to die by the word that is spoken. The legend's a lie and the silence is broken.
So now... The world belongs to me.
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Rune was more than confused by the dragon's words, her smile slipping from her face and her brows coming down slightly, her face twisting as he misunderstood her. He claimed that she laughed at the demon's words when in fact, she'd been laughing at the situation. She knew better than to slander a creature's kind, had been hit so hard before that her teeth had cracked because of it. It was the first and the only time that a man had ever hit her, right before she disintegrated him into a pile of ashes.
As the Daeva opened her mouth to explain herself the dragon turned and walked outside, leaving her there with the demon and her brain still wrecked with confusion, which quickly turned to irritation. In a huff, Rune stood from the bed and walked to the window before the demon spoke. her eyes gazing across the landscaped yard and the cars below. Letting her hands roam over the kimono to straighten the soft fabric and to keep it from revealing anything unnecessary on their walk down, which was confirmed by the demon's words.
Rune turned and headed for the door after her new 'master' and followed both him and the guard down the rows of doors. She held back the feeling to disintegrate the walls and adding a bit of chaos to this orderly place, but she held her hands in front of her, clasped in one another as they headed down to the head Mistress's office. The false god had only been there once and it was back when she'd walked herself back to the mansion after having killed her previous master for getting a little too handsy.
Unlike the demon before her, she didn't bow to the mistress, always holding herself high, as most of her kind did, thinking that they were equal or better than everyone else, especially the gods. After the demi-goddess handed Yuuki her file and shooed them away, the pair left the office and... Headed for the door. Sweet freedom! She could smell it now. The warm air and the sweet breeze and the smell of freedom almost brought tears to her eyes. It was one of the only draw backs to living in this place... Not being able to go outside or smell the air or feel the actual warm rays of the sun on her skin and not through a window.
The moment her bare feet hit the cool concrete and her face was met by the warm sun, she smiled brilliantly and simply stood there with her face tilted up to the sun. It was an odd reaction for the Daeva to have, only because she didn't need the sun to live, nor were they any more attuned to the sun's rays than any other creature. Rune simply enjoyed the warmth and the thoughts of laying lazily in the grass while basking in it's glory. Her nose took in breath after breath of the clean air, thinking that she wouldn't get very much of it later on. But after a few moments, of this, she followed Yuuki to the car and slid into the seat of the odd looking car. She hadn't seen one of these cars before... But she didn't care much about the actual car, she was just ready to get somewhere and go back outside before she laid outside and began her lazy regiment which led most people to detest her.
╞════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╡ I opened a box full of secrets when the strongest of locks could keep them.
And even though I was the last to know, they were living inside.
When you see through the darkness and find the solution. How quickly your eyes will remove the illusion.
And now your life has gone and change in the blink of an eye.
Someone's gotta show you the right way. There's is nothing standing in my way.
I look to the sky, but there's nobody watching. A hero is born from the soul that's forgotten.
So now... The world belongs to me.
To live and to die by the words that are spoken. The legend's a lie and the silence is broken.
So now... The world belongs to me.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 12:30 pm
 ❝In the hearts of the blind
Something you'll never findIs a vision of light ❞
When Kau came around, his eyes searched his surroundings even though he couldn't see. Confused, he tilted his chin up and sniffed the air. He didn't understand what was going on around him. He could tell from all the unfamiliar smells that he definitely wasn't near his master or in a place he recognized and the smell of good made him wrinkle his nose. Kau didn't seem to react at all though. He wasn't able to scream for help. It would be useless for Kau had no voice. The one scent he did recognize was his own on a stuffed rabbit that had been nicely place on his bed beside him. The faint scent of it was enough to lead Kau to reach for the rabbit and pick it up right away so that he could hold it to his bare chest. The mute boy pieced a few things together and he sat until memories began to return to him.
"I wandered away from master," Kau remembered. His fingers trailed along his neck and head until Kau touched a small bump on his head and winced. So that's where the smell of blood had been coming from. Whoever hit him had hit the boy a little too hard. He was feeling a little light headed but didn't mind. In fact, Kau didn't seem all too shocked about his situation at all. Rather than throwing a fit as some other slaves may have, Kau simply accepted that he probably wasn't going to get out of this situation. It didn't mean he wasn't scared though. The boy's frail body was trembling a little and he pulled his toy closer to his chest. Kau as he pulled his knees up and rested his chin on his knees with a tiny sigh.
Picking his stuffed rabbit up between his teeth, Kau crawled off the bed and explored the room. After finding the washroom and mapping out the room, Kau stopped in front of the door and sat for a while, listening to find out if anyone was on the other side. He tried opening the door but it seemed to be locked from the outside. Dropping his stuffed animal into his lap, Kau let out strained whines. He wanted to go home. Back to his master. What was he doing in their strange room? There was no way his master had wanted him to be put here, locking up in an unfamiliar place.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 3:18 pm
The city looks so pretty. Do you wanna burn it with me?
We use the trees as torches. Do you wanna burn it with me?
Fill the streets with corpses. Do you wanna burn it with me? ==== ☠ ======== ☠ ======== ☠ ======== ☠ ======== ☠ ====  ==== ☠ ======== ☠ ======== ☠ ======== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== taesty chicken OOC: I'll pretty up his layout some more later. And I'm sorry for the mostly crappy post. >.< ==== ☠ ======== ☠ ======== ☠ ======== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== Black leather boots hit against the cold marble floor in his home, black leather pants hugged a pair of hips, a black belt with a silver wolf belt buckle held them on his body. A black white beater covered the wide chest and a black button up shirt was half buttoned to hide the tank top. A hand went up to brush through the mop of chocolate hair as sharp yellow eyes glanced around the slave shop. It was in nice shape, all things considered. Silently, he wondered how many pieces of merchandise that the owner had locked away in the rooms. Personally, the demi-god preferred cages for the slaves, easy to walk through and pick out what you liked, but to each their own. His feet carried him to the mistress's office and he gave a friendly smile, almost overly confident with himself as she handed him the files fitting the criteria that he had called and given her. There were only a few files that fit what he was looking for, but she had informed him that she added a few more files to the stack. He wasn't too concerned, wanting to get a better picture of the slaves in the building. Fenris had spent years running slave shops, enjoyed the feel of claiming people's souls and being in control over them and where their lives will go. So wanting to know what other shop owners had in their 'inventory' intrigued him. Giving a nod to the demi-goddess, he excused himself from the room with the small handful of files and opened them, one by one. Too mischievous, human, too young, too... problematic... A deep frown set on his face as the last file was left unopened. Fenris wasn't sure if he'd find anything that he needed in this slave shop. He was almost nervous to open the last file, hoping it was something that he could manipulate to be what he wanted. Closing his eyes, he opened the folder and opened the yellow orbs a heartbeat later. The males picture was something.. he wasn't expecting, to say the least. A blindfold to cover the eyes and a gag in his mouth screamed a little too S&M for the master, but... He could work with it. His sharp yellow orbs skimmed the details and he let out a sigh. The male would have to do for now, he supposed... He might have to come back to replace the maids he'd killed fired. He doubted that the male would be able to cook and clean like he needed someone to, but perhaps he would be able to mold the male into something presentable. A small, almost wicked smile fell over Fenris' lips as he returned the unwanted files to the mistress and made his to the bedroom of the male slave. As the demi-god approached the door, he heard the strained whines of what sounded close to a dog's and for as split second, he was confused. Calling over a passing guard to unlock the door, he knocked once before opening the door. The male sat with a stuffed bunny in his lap and Fenris took a moment to look the male over. He didn't much like the fact that the slave couldn't speak, wanting to know more about the male, but that might be able to be fixed. After a few moments of silence, the wolf let out a breath before he opened his mouth to speak. "So, little pet... How do you interact...?" He asked rhetorically, knowing the slave couldn't speak, but curious otherwise.Watch the city ******** bleed. Do you wanna burn it with me?
Bring the world to its knees. Do you wanna burn it with me?
The city looks so pretty. Do you wanna burn it with me?
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 3:59 pm
❝In the hearts of the blind
Something you'll never findIs a vision of light ❞
Kau looked up when he heard footsteps approaching his direction, wondering if someone was just passing by. Many had already done so, so when he heard the clicking of the door being unlocked and the for swung open, Kau jumped slightly and looked up towards the man. His lips parted with surprise and he simply stared blindly at the stranger as silence hung in the air. Hearing the man's voice, Kau's head cocked to the right as his mind filled with curiosity. Kau hadn't even figured out why he was in this room and now he had to figure out who this strange man was too.
"Interact? he asked, his soft voice finding it's way into the stranger's mind even though nothing but a soft sigh left Kau's mouth. Hearing the guard who had unlocked the door say something about a purchase, Kau cocked his head to the left. He leaned down and grabbed his plush rabbit between his teeth so that he could crawl closer to the man and sniff at him. Then since he had been taken away from his old master, this would be Kau's new master? Was that why Kau was here? He didn't understand how exactly he could be sold to someone else if he already had a master though. He wasn't sure where his old master was but surely the man still wanted him... Right?
With the thought that his previous master must be coming here to pick him up and take him back home soon, Kau turned around and crawled back to his bed. If this stranger was going to take him to a different home, Kau refused to go. As if to indicate that to the man at the door, Kau turned his back to him and picked dust off his stuffed rabbit. A passing guard saw this and sighed.
"Pochi, that man isn't coming back. He traded you for another slave," the guard said before he continued on.
Hearing this, an audible gasp left the boy's mouth and Kau stopped what he was doing. He had been traded for someone else? It took a moment for Kau to let the words sink in and when he did he understood his situation. Kau was going to be left in this room until someone else bought him, right? He may be mute and blind but he wasn't stupid. So after a moment of hesitation, Kau picked up his stuffed animal with his teeth and crawled back to the door. If he had been traded for something else, maybe going with another master wouldn't be so bad. At least the man at the door had been interested enough to come see Kau out of all the other merchandise that were probably here.
Trying to convince the stranger to take Kau home and away from this strange room, the boy nuzzled his leg softly. He didn't smell bad to Kau, so maybe he wasn't too bad of a person. Kau always used scent to pick and choose who he liked after all. Foul people usually had a foul scent and aura. This man wasn't so bad. Therefore, he might be an acceptable master.
Saphire_L_Fox It's okay~ I don't mind. I'm too noob to make mine look at pretty like razz
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 4:31 pm
The city looks so pretty. Do you wanna burn it with me?
We use the trees as torches. Do you wanna burn it with me?
Fill the streets with corpses. Do you wanna burn it with me? ==== ☠ ======== ☠ ======== ☠ ======== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== ==== ☠ ======== ☠ ======== ☠ ======== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== ==== ☠ ======== ☠ ======== ☠ ======== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== The demi-god was surprised to hear the voice of the slave in his head. Telepathy was something that not all people acquired, but he was curious now, intrigued even, by this slave who crawled on his four appendages and acted like an animal. But as the slave turned and made his way back to his bed, Fenris was... confused. Most slaves were happy to have master's come into their rooms, were they not? It made him second guess his choice in files. The guard, however, spoke kindly to the slave, which was something almost unheard of in his shops. His guards hadn't been allowed to speak to the slaves, hadn't been able to touch them to do more than removed them from their cages and hand them over to their masters or to the bathing crew. The gasp from the boy's mouth told Fenris all that he needed to know. He hadn't known he had been traded in, loyal to his master as the slave seemed. Fenris watched as the guards words sank in and the boy once more came to sit at his feet, his stuffed rabbit in his maw. Nudging the demi-god's leg, he looked down at the slave with his canine yellow eyes. He wasn't sure if the slave would do well under his care, with how the wolf demi-god treated his slaves. To him, they were little more than pets to treat the way he wanted to treat them and to dispose of however he saw fit. He didn't coddle his slaves or use them as companions. But... Something about the male in front of him was... Intriguing and he couldn't put his finger on what it was just yet. As reassurance to himself, the demi-god spoke to the slave once more. "I warn you before hand, slave, that I am much crueler than your previous master. I will not pamper you and I will not be as giving as he. For the most part, you are to be a show piece to my business partners at how good of a handler I am. I expect you to behave and do as I say. The consequences for not doing what I tell you will be harsh and painful. Are we clear? If you want to come home with me, then so be it, but you can wait for a kinder master to come upon you and show you pity that I will not." His words were colder than the ice he could manipulate and more harsh than the rugged terrain of Russia in December. Fenris was making it clear what kind of master he was before he let the slave make his choice. Watch the city ******** bleed. Do you wanna burn it with me?
Bring the world to its knees. Do you wanna burn it with me?
The city looks so pretty. Do you wanna burn it with me?
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 8:18 pm
❝In the hearts of the blind
Something you'll never findIs a vision of light ❞
Kau listened to the man and didn't seem to care if his new master was going to be mean and uncaring. His previous master had taken his eyes and voice away. How could that man possibly be giving ether? Kau had managed to make himself think that his previous master had been the most loving man ever either way. That was simply how Kau's mind worked. The first man to take Kau in had warped the boy's mind a little. So when Finras said he wasn't going to pamper Kau, the boy didn't really care. The cold tone of the master didn't bother him. He wanted Kau enough that he was going to buy Kau from the same shop and that was enough for Kau.
Although he understood, Kau didn't act any differently. He smiled and continued to nuzzle the man's leg. If the man didn't want to give Kau affection and pamper him, Kau wouldn't mind for now. He was sure over time he could come to truly like this man and eventually the man might like Kau too if the boy behaved well enough. Even though Kau was told he could wait for a different master to take pity on him, he decided that being alone in the strange bedroom wasn't worth it. Besides, Kau might not have another opportunity to get out of the slave shop aside from this one.
Finally Kau stopped nuzzling the man and sat back. He dropped his stuffed animal in his lap and waited patiently for the man to purchase him or do whatever he had to do. But first, Kau noticed something missing. He trotted back to his bed and sniffed around until he found his gag. Picking it up with his mouth, Kau returned to the man's feet. He put the gag into his mouth and fumbled with the buckle for a while until it was secured behind his head. Kai had come accustomed to having the gag in his mouth other than at mealtimes because he used to be scolded when he didn't have it. The boy used to get into sweets all the time when he master wasn't around so the gag was to keep him from eating so much. That and sometimes he like to bite when he got too affectionate.
Once he was all ready to go he hugged the rabbit to his chest and waited again for them to get going.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 10:59 pm
Δngelia Ɉay Ͼonners ┏━━━━━━━━━┓
"I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree."
┗━━━━━━━━━┛  ┏━━━━━━━━━┓"A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast."┗━━━━━━━━━┛
Not that she minded, necessarily. It was not as if she had anything to go back to. Her sisters were most likely dead and the forest she had called home for so long was now a desolate ocean of ash. Moreover, her precious oak was here, under her feet in the basement. She couldn't leave it behind, and what a sight she would be, lugging her wooden life out of the Slave Shop doors. That is, if she even got that far.
A sigh of sadness escaped her for she feared how her lovely oak was surviving in the basement. In her time here, Angelia heard slaves being dragged to the basement, spewing profanities along the way. She could feel Oak wilting. Oaks were not meant to bend and yet she could feel its limbs bowing, reaching for the floor. Though Angelia tried to, she could not help any more than she already had if she could not physically connect with it. The slave handlers were witty. Though her tree suffered it was not yet enough that it affected her. They also kept it far enough away that she could not physically aid it, but close enough that she did not suffer illness.
"All of these thoughts are making me depressed." She said to the air as she shifted out of bed, lightly landing on the floor. Immediately she padded into the washroom that was connected to her cell. Her arms, still slow with sleep, lifted until her hands rested on the sink. She looked at herself in the mirror and slowly opened the left drawer and raised a brush to her hair. Angelia winced as the bristles yanked at her tangles. After she was done she sat back on her heels and stared at herself. She looked tired. Tired of being here, she didn't know. Maybe Oak was finally getting to her. Either way, she was tempted to crawl back in bed.
But no. She smiled at her reflection and pinched some color into her cheeks before heading over to her closet. She was ready to face a day that would be filled with nothing. Like every other day. ┏━━━━━━━━━┓"A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of ribbons in her hair."┗━━━━━━━━━┛  ┏━━━━━━━━━┓
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 3:26 pm
~ M ~ E ~ R ~ L ~ I ~ N ~ A ~     Merlina awoke with a jolt, shooting up from her laying position. Her breath heavy as her green eyes quickly scanned her surroundings. She was in the bathroom. The tub if you wanted to be specific. Her frantic beating heart began to slow as did her breathing when she realized it was only a dream. Another nightmare. Sighing in soft relief, she stretched her arms above her head, arching and popping her back as she did. Holding the side, she carefully lifted herself and stepped out of the tub. Yawning tiredly, she padded her way to the bathroom door and opened it. Retrieving the shower curtain and towels from the chair in the bedroom she returned to the bathroom and got ready to shower. Hanging the curtain up back on its pole, she then started the water up at a fairly warm temperature. Before jumping in, she took a moment to brush the knots from her hair and hang the towels back up on their own little rack and maneuver the shower head along the tubs side to wash away the singe marks from her nightmare.
She immediately hopped in under the spray and pulled the curtain shut, not needing to undress seeing as she'd gone to sleep with nothing on in the first place. Nightmares were a common occurrence for her and when she had them she would typically blaze up in her slumber. Hence also why she had slept in the tub and it was singed on the sides. Scrubbing her body she tilted her head back letting it run over the brown locks shimmering with deep red when wet under the light. Pulling all the hair over one shoulder she lathered shampoo through it, smelling of vanilla and lillys. Rinsing the suds away she switched the water off and climbed out. Standing on the cold tile floor, she dried off and went to re brush her hair now so no knots from the washing were still there while it dried. As she washed her face and did her make up she let her scalp heat up, steaming away the left over water to leave her hair dry as if she'd used a hair dryer. Leaving the restroom, she crossed the bedroom to the closet and pulled out her outfit for the day. 
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 7:24 pm
   ▐ Russel marched, for that seemed that was all he really could do, to the Slave Shop he had been told about by one of his men. Behind him were the pitter patter and hushed voices of his young girls Marie and Rose whom he had instructed to keep especially close to his person. Personally he didn't like the thought of buying someone human being or not. It just didn't sit right with him, nonetheless the money given to him by the government and the army only went so far and all that it went to went to benefit his darling and wonderful daughters. He felt a slight tug of his lips at the mere thought of his children before wiping it off to resume his normal stoic neutral facade. The Captain walked straight past the anthros and any human he deemed "cuddly". He wanted someone who would not only be able to teach his family but protect it when he wasn't able. And these obvious sex objects were not in his preferences, no matter how "cute" or "adorable" Marie found them to be. As he continued walking past cages his hope for finding someone he spotted, a beautifully young and red cheeked woman. Her long dark tresses swept against her form as she walked but even as she attempted to put in a happy look he could see the tiredness lingering behind her eyes and Russel should know, he had it himself. He was about to ask her name when his precocious daughters beat him to it.▐ ❀ ✿ Rose and Marie Morgans were bored bored bored bored boredy bore bore BOOOOREEEEDAH! Sure they were with their Papa, which was always an exciting and increasingly rare thing, but he had woke them early and placed them in a car to take them to this strange place filled with people. In cages! Marie had nearly had a fit the first time she saw it and had to be taken out and consoled by their father before he allowed her back inside. And even then she had clung to her twin with a vice-lick grip and wouldn't let go.
Until she saw the pretty lady with the long dark hair.
"Hi! I'm Marie. Your hair is reeeeaaaallllly long and pretty! How'd you do that?" She was naturally curious, as her Papa always said and usually with a grin, and this time she truly was. It took her FOREVER to get her hair straight and untangled like it was. And even then it was usually pulled back into twin ponytails like it was now. So she looked at this beautiful woman in her cage with her long untangled awesome hair with wide bright blue eyes. ❀ ✿
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 7:49 pm
  tab tab tab tab ᴀ ʟσɴᴇʟʏ нᴇᴀʀт ıs ωнᴀт ı'м s ʟ σ ω ʟ ʏ ᴀıмıɴɢ ғσʀ tab tab tab ƒσяgєт ωнαт уσυ ѕєє, ℓєανє ιт тσ мє: ι'ℓℓ ℓєα∂ уσυ тнєяє tab αѕ ℓσηg αѕ уσυ нανє cнαηgє∂ уσυя мιη∂ уσυя ѕσυℓ вєℓσηgѕ тσ мє tab tab tab tab tab tab ωᴇ нᴀνᴇ ɢσт ɴσ ρʀıᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴσ нσɴσʀ тσ вᴇ sᴇᴇɴ.
Sanos chuckled when the owner of the shop told him that she thought his reason for not taking off his mask was because he was scared and that he was a coward. In reality, he shouldn't even bother to grant such a statement an answer. Playing the 'coward' card was the oldest 'let's start a fight' trick in the book. And while normally Sanos didn't mind starting arguments, enjoying the pleasure of twisting people's words around on them, it obviously wasn't worth getting into an argument with this woman if that was what she used to try and start one. What? Didn't she have more class? He would have expected more of someone who owned such a large mansion, but he supposed you could only get so much when dealing with people who bought and sold others for a living. Although he had to agree that the way she was acting all aloof about it, as though it was just a simple observation, was pretty good. Some of the best (and easiest) arguments could be sparked simply by pretending not to care. Of course, Sanos wasn't one to easily take the bait.
When she brought it up again, he shook his head and grinned behind his mask. If she was going to be like that, he might as well agree with her and stop her before she started now shouldn't he? "You call it cowardice, I call it tactical retreat," he told her, flopping back onto the bed and putting his hands behind his head as she stood up, "After all, it's not cowardice if you live to fight another day."
He watched in mild disinterest as she walked back to the door and flipped through the folder of paper that was obviously his file as though questioning why she had even come to talk to him. He didn't get what she thought she was doing. Did she think that acting disinterested or something would entice him to come with her? That the sight of her leaving would make him beg for her to take him with her and get him out of this place? What? Did she think he was some weak-willed person who was so easily controlled by such behavior? As if! If she wanted him to move from on cage to another, she would have to make him! And he certainly didn't intend to make it easy! Hopefully at the end of it, she would leave and he would have been amused for a little bit. And if he did end up leaving with her? Well she would have proved herself worthy of the effort.
He listened with a sigh to her explanation of why his curse wouldn't affect her and shook his head. "It is, but every so often I unfortunately require such things. You claim that you wouldn't be effected, that you can ignore other's emotions? But this isn't exactly an emotion it's a curse. I don't feel anything but tired. And besides, if you really were somehow immune, then you wouldn't be any use to me, now would you?" he told her, being perfectly honest with her words. After all, if she was immune, but would order women not to clean his room, then how was he going to feed? He hated it, but he knew that he would eventually waste away if he didn't feed off the energy of others - that much was obvious to him. The point of the mask was so that he could control it when he wanted, instead of having women chase after him annoyingly all the time. "Find me a cure and maybe I'll consider your offer. Even if the cure is a little troublesome, I'd rather live with the cure than with the disease."
His sighed once again when she insisted that the room he was in was not a cage, as well as the fact that if he came with her, he would not just be moving to another one. While he had to admit that other shops were probably much worse, the conditions didn't exactly change the facts, just served to cover them up. "Cage, noun: something that confines or imprisons. Or, if you would prefer the verb version: Cage verb: to confine. Check a dictionary miss 'demi-god.'" he responded. What he had just recited may not have been the actual dictionary definition, but he was sure that it was pretty darn close. Sitting him, he stared her down. "I think you should start opening up your eyes and paying attention to the emotions of others lady." he told her, "Do you even interact with your other 'merchandise?' Of course you don't, why should you? Well here's a suggestion, go talk to them and ask them if they consider this place a cage, I'm sure I'm not the only one. Get back to me when you've done so and tell me again that I won't be moving from one cage to another."
Normally he might have been a tad more snarky, or sarcastic, or simply not so straight forward, but he was really not in the mood for this right now. He was tired and restless at the same time, as well as suffering extreme cravings, and it was making him irritable. Stupid withdrawal symptoms. "Yes, all that stuff will make me happy, because every single human becomes happy from the exact same things. You're so much more familiar with my emotions than myself, so you must be right about that!" he retorted, lying back on the bed and starting at the canopy above him. There was the sarcasm.
In response to her question of if he was coming and the strain of words which followed it - Sanos didn't exactly pay attention to any of them - Sanos's only response was to offer the one-fingered salute to the woman, before changing it to the European version of a backwards peace sign. "Find someone else to be suckered by your offers and horrible attempts at sweet-talk." he grumbled.
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 8:29 pm
Δngelia Ɉay Ͼonners ┏━━━━━━━━━┓
"I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree."
┗━━━━━━━━━┛ ┏━━━━━━━━━┓"A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast."┗━━━━━━━━━┛ Ӈaving donned a pair of loose fitting pants and an oversized brown t-shirt, Angelia turned with her night clothes in hand, about to place them by her always locked door, when the sound of a sweet little voice stopped her. At first, she thought she must be mistaken as she turned again to the giant barred window, but, sure enough, a family of three stood just outside of it. Marie, the one she assumed had spoken, was staring unabashed at her. Of course not another person, save her, was in the room, but she felt the urge to look around anyway. Too long had people passed by without sparing her a glance and now this little lady was speaking her her.
For a minute, Angelia couldn't help but stare. Slowly her lips twitched into a smile as she made her way over to the trio, unhurried as to not cause alarm. Still smiling, she knelt down in front of the bars and replied, "Hello Marie. My name is Angelia." She cocked her head to the side, her eyes softening, "I only cut my hair on full moons," Angelia brought up her hands until they were cupped around her mouth, "I hear it grows faster after that, but your hair looks beautiful to me." She whispered as if she was sharing some great secret.
Slowly she looked over the rest of the family, her eyes lightly resting on the man, whom she assumed was the father, before returning to Marie and her sister. She wondered what this meant, and if she would be able to touch her oak again soon.
┏━━━━━━━━━┓"A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of ribbons in her hair."┗━━━━━━━━━┛ ┏━━━━━━━━━┓
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
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