As much as he would have hated to admit it, he had forgotten about the boy's gag. It seemed unnatural to him so it wasn't something he was used to. He was surprised by the fact that instead of crawling down the stairs, the boy actually stood and followed behind the demi-god. He might turn to be a good purchase after all. He thought to himself as he put the money on the mistress's desk and went back to Kau before he made his way to the door.
The boy's voice played in his head, a music box of sound going off in his mind and instead of speaking with his mouth, Fenris returned the telepathy. "Yes, Kau. We will be going to my home." It was to show that he accepted the boys 'gift' and didn't want to make him feel any different for using it since he had the ability also. However, Fenris's telepathy was because of his wolf, which left an furry feeling in the minds of those he intruded. Most people didn't like the feel of fur against their mind, but Fenris didn't mind it. It was like what Kau did to him, brushing against his leg... Except with fur. One thing the demi-god never got over was the shock most people had at the feeling of him in their mind.
Fenris exited the building making sure to hold it open long enough for Kau to get out of the way before he moved to the charcoal gray 1965 Pontiac GTO. Unlike usual, he opened the door for Kau and shut it when he got into the vehicle, something he wasn't used to doing in the least, but he could be civil until they got to his castle. Getting behind the wheel of his car, he ran his hand over the leather bound steering wheel and fished the keys from his pocket. Starting the car, he took off, going from zero to sixty in a few moments as he left the slave shop and headed for the three hour drive to his home.
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?
A pale, grey-haired man was on the bed, struggling. This man wasn't alive yet someone already dead, he was reanimated without his consent. He sighed as he the muscle relaxant was still affecting his body. It was quite annoying since with the effects of the drug and being over-dosed by it, he wasn't able to complete move his body, much less of using his inhuman strength to break free of his binds. Albeit, the owner of the shop was kind enought to lower the temperature of the room to an good 12 Celsius. He needed the room temperature lower so his body won't decay and so it won't enter rigor mortis. It's quite an hassle actually.
In any event, the undead was in one of the basement bedrooms of the slave shop he was being merchandised at. The reason was because this certain undead not only tried to escape the shop, ripped off limbs (which he ate later on. He's an undead so this was normal) from the guards that went after him and the one that give his food (that he also ate since it was a waste) that day but even badmouthed Mistress Pallas when he came across her. Which was his misfortune because by some unknown means, he's thoughts were suddenly thrown into chaos and because of this sudden opening, the guards was able to knock him out. It had been a week since then and they constantly had to drug the undead of muscle relaxants and if not muscle relaxants, it would be narcotics to make sure he doesn't try to escape again or to ripped off limbs and eat them. "At least they didn't muzzle my mouth."
This undead was named Klaus and was an former assassin, seeing he was a slave then. And one of the things he hated with him being a slave aside from not having freedom was the tight chain collar around his neck despite it hides the scar he has there from being beheaded. Well, it didn't matter to him what people say about his marred body. Then, suddenly he can finally feel his whole right arm and was good enough for the undead.
Klaus had been trying to remove his bindings for the first time he had the chance, chipping it's durability away little by little and with a simple movement from his arm, he was able to break free from his bindings. Now with the drug's effect has finally worn off, I can escape now. Yet, unfortunately for the undead, he had visitors and these visitors's footsteps was closing in that he could hear them. The former assassin tensed and slow used one of the pillows at his mattress to act as his body as it was covered by the blanket. He hid the chains (taking the longest one with him as an weapon) in the blanket also before moving in silence towards the door.
Klaus leaned his body at the wall next to the door where when the door opens, he would be hidden from sight. As the door opened, the undead trembled and it was a first for him. He knew subconsciously that whatever his visitors were, they were powerful and especially one of the two. He could feel from every fiber of his being that this person (Vixen) was something and mainly the cause of his trembling.
"It's just right this way, Wren." Her voice bubbled up, excited and curious despite the male's worry. They were moving down into the basement bedrooms, leaving Wren feeling very uncomfortable with his mistress's pick of pets. He knew she could handle herself but... If anyone hurt her, he was going to kill them. Plain and simple. Not even a drop of her beautiful blood should spill without lips to catch it. As the woman twirled in her blue dress, she heels clicked lightly on the floor and a soft hum escaped her throat, another of the sea breezy sounds that only Atlantians were capable of.
Vixen held the proper file in her hands and as she came to the proper door, she looked around for a guard to open it. Finding one, she pointed to the door and the male only shook her head slightly, about to tell her that she was far too petite and pretty to go for the undead. Keeping the smile on her face, the Vycan narrowed her eyes on the man, making an almost menacing look that could have very well have been the last image he ever saw. "I didn't ask your opinion. I asked for you to open the damned door before I rip it from it's hinges. And if I have to do that, I am throwing the shards that remain at you and I have very good aim." Her voice was colder than a arctic blizzard and the man quickly fumbled with the keys and unlocked the door before taking off like he was on fire.
Vixen smiled up at Wren who gave her a frown at her tactics and also her choice, but he knew better than to try and talk her out of things. It made her want whatever it was more than she had at first. But as she moved to the door, she seemed almost nervously excited, biting her lower lip before she opened the door and found... A pillow on the bed. "Wren... There's only pillows on the bed and it's cool in here, don't you think?" Vixen asked in a slightly worried tone before she stepped forward into the room and made her way to the bed. She knew where the male was. Could feel the ice rolling from him, but she acted oblivious for the moment as she stepped toward the mattress, leaving Wren in the doorway to bend and pull the blankets off the mattress to expose the broken chains.
"My, my... Someone broke their bindings, Wren. I wonder if their out running free as we speak..." She mused to herself from the bed, keeping her back to the door and Wren. She could tell that Wren was uncomfortable with the cold that circled in the air around the room, but she didn't care. He could choose to leave if he wished, but he stayed in place despite it, just to keep an eye on the vycan. Vixen waited patiently, knowing that the slave would either go for her or for Wren and she was hoping that he was looking for a fight. Her skin itched with the anticipation. But she would have also understood if he backed down. Most people did when she let out her aura. Being such an unnatural creature herself was something most people weren't expecting. The female stayed where she was, bent down at the knees in a stealthy crouch with her back to the two men.
Wren waited nervously, his body trembling to move and make sure his mistress was safe, but he knew better than to do that as well. She always yelled at him when he got between her and a foe, but... It was in his nature, he supposed. He didn't take one step in that frigid room but kept his boot forward so that if the male behind the door tried to shut him out of the room, the door would hit his foot instead of closing. Wren was prepared for this slave and by the looks of Vixen's position, she wasn't.
Loretta followed behind Roland obediently as he lead her out of the room. She shied back behind Roland a bit at the large guard but they soon slipped past him and made their way down the stairs. Loretta held onto the railing with her free hand as they walked down each step. She didn't like stair's too much and was happy when her bare feet hit the flat surface of the floor again as they made their way to the mistress's office. Roland was given some papers to fill out then the check exchanged hands and he was free to take her away. When everything was done, Loretta stood with Roland and followed him to the front door of the mansion where his car was likely waiting outside.
❝ I love feeling alive— I love walking out in the cold In my bare feet And feeling the ice on my toes. ❞
Lux growled in response, spitting at the dark haired man as if she hadn’t made her point clear by then: she would not be his play thing. ”Do whatever the hell you want, you chauvinist pig!” she shot her gaze firm and alight with determination, ”You’ll never break me! I won’t ever submit to a person like you!” She stood tall, at least as tall as she could at 5’4”, and glared at him with a sharp gaze. If he wanted to play this game he was in for something foul—Lux wasn’t particularly the type to play nice with boys, especially the tough-guy kind that this person seemed to be.
She watched as the guard left, her eyes narrowing with paranoia as the still unnamed man moved forwards, forcing her to take a step back to keep the almost comfortable distance between them. She had no idea what this person was planning, but—considering what had happened—she doubted it would go over well for her. As the guards reentered the room, this time with back-up, her eyes widened a little and ice spread out over the floor around her and she continued to move backwards until her shoulders and hands connected with the wall. She had cornered herself. While one of the guards almost slipped right off his feet the others quickly got their bearings on the slippery surface that Lux had created.
The firm grip sent chills through both parties—a literal one for the guards, the suddenly frosty chill catching them by surprise, and a metaphorical one for Lux, who was starting to realize just how screwed she was—and the woman lashed out, kicking her legs out in an attempt to get free, writhing and squirming as she shouted out. ”Unhand me!” she demanded loudly, her voice ringing with something akin to desperation as she continued to squirm, refusing to give up. She shouted out again in objection to the man’s order towards the guards, her voice cut off as a gag was shoved into her mouth and tied behind her head, the struggle becoming even more fierce as the guards—even though they didn’t seem happy about having to due so—pushed her against the ground and bound her ankles together to stop the violent kicking that was just as likely to hurt her as any of them.
”I’m going to love torturing you.”
Lux shot him a glare that could easily kill, struggling even more fiercely despite the rope that bit into her ankles and wrists, as the metal cuffs had been replaced with a rough, strong rope after her legs had been bound together. She tried everything. Everything from trying to freeze them solid to attempting to induce frost bite. No matter what she did the guards continued, dragging her writhing form down the halls and towards the exit. A few even tried to reassure her—tried to get her to calm down by telling her it would be better for her I the end if she just behaved for this guy—but it all fell on deaf ears. She wouldn’t hear it. She was either going to get out of this or she was going to die trying.
She shot the man who met them at the car a furious tear filled glare, loathing anger evident in her icy blue eyes. Despite her frustrated tears it was pretty clear she hadn’t given up, and that she didn’t intend to give up. But upon hearing his words something close to fear dashed across her gaze and she lifted her feet in front of her, trying to stop them from being able to shove her into the car. Block her powers? No! They were all she had! Without her abilities she could overheat and, even worse, she was rendered just as weak as any human woman. There was no way she was going to let herself be shoved into that situation.
❝ Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see only the dangers that we cannot shun. ❞
OUTOFCHAINS:: Feel free to just auto them shoving her in the car. Fight or no fight, they'd get her in there eventually XD
ScuroFenice
Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 1:47 pm
Sieux pursed her lips, clearly far from happy with his coy tone. Did he think that was impressive? That knowing what she was—as if the fuzzy ears popping out of her head didn’t make it clear—would somehow make her quake in fear and back down? How pathetic—she wasn’t as foolish as that. So, rather than getting outwardly aggravated, instead bottling it up for later—and he would see it later—Sieux smiled. Despite the usually friendly nature of the expression, it was evidently not a gesture of kindness. Her eyes were sharp, dangerous, and the sharp teeth that glimmered in the light were far from ‘comforting’.
”Trust me,” she said with a decidedly cocky tone, ”I am not like any simple wolf demon you’ve met in the past. Even in my current state I could easily overpower one of the common wolves that go prancing around.” of course by current state she wasn’t talking about her human shape, but rather, was talking about her true form. With the curse she had over her she was much smaller than most wolves of her breed and age—appearing just like a pup rather than the adult she was—but despite that she could probably take any of her own kind in a fight. Then again, that was probably just her old ego talking. One of the main reasons why she was being punished in the first place, although that hadn’t been the biggest cause. ”Ha, if you say so. But we’ll be seeing who’ll be staying where.” she noted with a shrug, her ears whipping around as she listened to some commotion that went by in the hall. Hopefully she wouldn’t have that much trouble with this kid.
Well, he had one point—he seemed to know enough about her kind to know that her white and red fur was far from ‘normal’. She didn’t look anything like her mother or father—a child that was born every few centuries that was bound to be a ‘problem’ for the pack. Her ‘breed’ was strong, stubborn, and blood thirsty for power. They weren’t very well known because they were often killed before they could reach maturity. Before they became to strong to kill. Sieux had often wondered why the elders hadn’t just had her killed when she was a pup, and they probably wondered it too. And while she had done a very good job in controlling herself—in the past others like her had gone on killing sprees out of the blue, ravaging the pack before eventually being taken down by the survivors and other native species in the area who didn’t want to have to worry about being next.
She gave him a curious expression, tilting her head a little in that canine way, obviously curious as to what he thought he was talking about. Did he honestly think he had a choice? ”You will come to that place because I said so, and for no other reason.” she coolly countered, frowning a little before a growl flew through her lips. This time it was almost, almost, playful. As if she were wordlessly saying “you’ve got to be kidding me”. ”You want me to harm you? Now you’re taking the little bit of fun I thought I’d have out of this, elf. It’s not a matter of can but a matter of will. When and will I do it. You never got a choice. You never will. That’s what happens when you’re weak enough to be caught. Just remember that you brought this on yourself, though.” she turned around and moved towards the door, aiming to pay and then come back for him, put paused and shot him a dangerous gaze that would give even an alpha chills. ”And if you call me dog again you will be lucky to live to regret it.” She turned and moved back towards the door, exiting and closing it firmly behind her. She’d pay however much she had to then come back. And he was in for a rather interesting ride when she returned.
Zephyr lifted his lip in derision as she turned to leave, shooting one last remark at her before the door closed. "Hurt me however you want, I'll never break to you. I refuse to allow it, lady." Despite not actually saying "dog" this time, his tone implied it, as if he had pulled the word from his remark and stored away for later use, like a bullet being saved for when it would be more useful. Once again alone, he shrugged and pulled out a pack of herbal cigarettes he had snuck past the guard, and a lighter he had pilfered from the slaver that captured him. He lit one up and inhaled, letting the fumes relax him and calm his heated nerves. Cigarettes were one of the few plant based products he could consume safely, and he appreciated whatever god up there allowed that. He didn't care if smoking was allowed or not, he would light up where he felt like it. As he said to the woman before, he would not submit to anyone. He was no one's pet, no matter how hard they tried to make him one.
Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 2:50 pm
❝In the hearts of the blind Something you'll never find Is a vision of light❞
When Kau heard the reply in his head, a smiled as much as the gag allowed him when he felt the furry feeling in his mind. It didn't feel weird to him. He was surprised that his master had communicated with him the same way as Kau but the furry feeling felt... Warm. Kau lied it. He hadn't thought his master would be able to communicate that way but he didn't mind. It seemed this mean that Kau was allowed to speak telepathically and Kau liked that to. So far he hadn't found much that he should be disliking about his master.
Kau followed the man outside to the car, breathing in the air with relief once they were outside the slave shop. He hadn't liked it inside there at all. He was exited to get away from the place and get to go to his new home with his master. So Kau got into the car willingly when the door was opened for him. He managed to do so without smashing his head against something. He never really liked long car rides since he couldn't do anything but sit there but he waited patiently as the car was started and glanced towards his master almost curiously. Usually it would creep people out to have a blind boy staring them down but Kau didn't really notice.
"What do you look like, Master?" Kau asked, brushing dirt off his plush animal. He was tempted to reach out and run his fingers over the man's features to see what his face was shaped like. Usually that was the only way Kau could get an idea of how someone looked. Unless of course, they sent him an image of themselves to Kau but it was impossible for a normal human to do that. The last face he had seen was his first master's face. The man had wanted himself to be the last person Kau ever saw so after Kau saw his face, his vision was destroyed. Since his sight had been taken away, Kau had been living in a world of darkness.
Full of curiosity, Kau didn't really think before he reached towards his master with both hands. Maybe he would get in trouble for wanting to conjure up how his master looked using his hands but that's why he stopped his hands before they got too close to the man. After all, he was driving and Kau didn't want to be too much of a distraction. "Can I... See?" he asked shyly.
Saphire_L_Fox
OCC: I guess the next post should be at the house if it's ready?
▐ Russel's eyes widened a fraction of a centimeter when the woman addressed him before allowing his posture to relax, just a bit, for a small but priding smile to grace his handsome features. "Thank you for your kind words and it's true, they are quite a catch. However had I a choice, I would have thrown them back into the pond long before they learned to ask questions." The father winked to show he was kidding while inwardly chuckling at the outraged raised voices of his daughters. ▐
❀✿Marie didn't like that the nice pretty woman was in a cage when she didn't do anything wrong! And Rose liked it even less! "But that's so mean! You should be able to live with your family like I live with Marie and Papa!" the little girl fumed. While she spoke childish anger against those that dared place the nice lady in a cage her quieter twin went over to her father and pulled on a pants leg with a determined glint in her bright baby blue eyes. "Papa we should hire her to be our nanny so we can be her family!" Immediately her twin agreed and began to beg and plead for the older man to agree.❀✿
Pooping Popcorn
Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 7:10 pm
Oceanic blue eyes opened slowly, the light blinding them as she raised her hand from the bed to block out the bright sun that shined through the window. The pink haired woman rolled over in the bed and stretched out her body, making her back pop a few times and a wonderful sigh escape from her parted lips. With a wave of her hand, the blankets were off and toppled to the side of the bed as she slowly slid her body from the bed. An oversized t-shirt engulfed her small, frail body as her braid of pink hair fell down her back while she pushed herself to her feet and moved into the bathroom. Undressing and taking her hair from the braid, Roxanna got into the shower and quickly washed her hair and body before she shut off the water and grabbed a towel to dry herself off before she exited the bathroom to change.
She picked out a comfortable grey t-shirt with a wide neck and a pair of short shorts. Roxy never got picked for a slave. Most people wanted a more rambunctious slave, someone with a bit more backbone while she just... Wasn't. The elemental was much more of a tamed slave to cook and clean and make sure her master was taken care of. Hell, not even her abilities were developed and she was only twenty one. As she went back into the bathroom to dry her hair, she stopped to look at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her face was pale compared to what color it usually was, but her bright ocean colored eyes were as they usually were. At least some thing stayed the same.
She'd lost weight here at the slave shop, probably ten pounds or more due to the stress. Roxanna couldn't eat when she was stressed and if she did, it came right back up, sadly, and being forced to stay in a room without any plants or anything was enough to stress her out for days. The best thing that happened to her every few days was that a maid came in and opened her window so that she could sit on the window sill and just breath in the warm air. Today, wasn't one of those day.
Turning away from her reflection, she ran her brush through her hair before taking the hair dryer out and let the warmed air run over the long pink locks. After it was dry, she put her hair up in a casual updo that her former master had enjoyed more than her hair down and she still couldn't... Get over the other man who had left her behind after finding his fiance. To her, today was like every other day as it had been two months ago when she was happy. But those days were gone, even if her heart still told her he was coming back, her mind knew better than that. It had been fifty nine days, eighteen hours and twenty two minutes... Approximately.
Letting out a soft sigh at her reflection, she shook her head. "You are such a fool Roxy." She told herself before she walked out the door and made her bed out of habit before she sat upon the flat blankets, forever waiting for someone to claim her as her ocean orbs looked out the window to nature that she yearned to be a part of again.
Living anywhere but home was still strange to Fleur. There were no chirping birds, no fields to frolic in as she pleased. The wind wasn't here to kiss her on the cheek every money, and the grasses weren't here to cuddle her at night. She wouldn't say it was depressing, after all, she got herself into this mess, but it was certainly...
Different.
The chain around her neck was heavy, a firm reminder that yes, they did consider her a threat to others. Part of her found it concerning, what if she was stuck her for.. well, ever? What very little she had heard about slaves was nothing but docile servants, eager to please sadists and egotistical assholes. She was far from docile, even if her wide eyes, pouty lips, and curly hair said otherwise.
With a soft, disgruntled sigh her toes curled in her blankets. She'd had spent the past few hours just sitting on her bed, thin legs drawn to her chest as she stared at the door. Finally, one of her teeth caught her lower lip and she began to worry just a little on it.
She needed more space to move around, hell, it was a feat she had managed to stay still this long without causing any trouble. As wild as she was, and even without a fancy education under her belt, she knew better than to displease her new hosts.
They weren't mommy and daddy, and she had a good feeling they certainly wouldn't be as lenient. Finally, Fleur let out a gentle, defeated sigh as she gently drew herself up and off of the blankets to stand. For a second, she hesitated, she still wasn't used to the environment. Even at home she chose to be outside, rather than dancing around the palace with her siblings.
Lilac eyes cautiously moved towards what would be the bathroom, and here she contemplated what to do. She was still filthy, her clothes where a wreck, she needed a bath, and to change. Did she want to? Oh hell no, but, if she wanted out of here she had to be bought.
Who would want dirty merchandise?
' I must be some kind of sick b***h, already thinkin' of myself as property, whadda' shame. '
After what must have been an eternity, but in reality was only five minutes, the horned girl dragged herself into the bathroom.
' How the ******** to bathtubs work again...?' X
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Surprisingly enough, bathing went relatively smoothly. Sure, it took her a good ten minutes to simply figure out how the fixtures work and actually fill the tub, but once that was done the rest was cake. Porcelain skin was cleared completely of any dirt or scrub-able imperfections and her soft, white curls hung limply off her head.
While the bath was easy, dressing herself was a whole other issue. It wasn't that she didn't know how, or even that she didn't want to, but... What would she wear? Her nose wrinkled, her options weren't terribly appealing. Not that the clothing was bad, just not her choice. Finally, she settled on a pair of loose, cotton pants and a matching tank top. Fleur took a moment to idly shift and move in her new garments, a slight smile spreading across her face. They weren't bad, in fact, she kinda' liked the design.
She could get used to wearing something like this.
With fresh clothing, and a slightly better attitude, Fleur threw herself upon the bed with a soft, almost uncharacteristic giggle. Her petite form hopped once, then twice, before falling still in the sheets. This bed was much softer than sleeping on the ground, didn't smell the same, and certainly didn't feel the same. It was different, but, a good different.
“ Well, looks I get to sit on my a** now and wait. Oh joy, oh joy. “
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 12:54 am
He was still irritated at the disrespect from the ignorant demon. He was young, and could not have had any interactions with any dragons that Reiner knew, if the male had had any interactions with dragons at all. Ti was still to be proven, but Ren really wasn’t going to wait around to find out. Best of luck to him and the raven-haired woman with the collar. He was a free man., He didn’t’ need to take her home with him. He was fine on his own. He had come here seeking companion, but he needn’t fight for her if she was going to be so open to letting her own spineless master talk down to other creatures that he clearly had no knowledge about. The dragon huffed and gave an irritated snort into the hallway as he continued down it. There seemed to be some sort of commotion. He’d heard sounds and screaming and banging in the rooms, but now, there were guards escorting another raven-haired female down the hallway. She even had the audacity to address him, as if he could save her from her predicament. The guards were escorting her form one room. He wasn’t sure why, or where she was going, but he looked over the female, hearing the guards speak to her, and then even her response. He narrowed his reptilian eyes onto her form and shook his head. ”I am not a “dude” as you have called me. Be on your way silly girl. You seem to have caused enough of a stir already. Surely, you being as troublesome as you are, will deter people from wishing to consider you for their own. Shape up and have more decorum.” He was quite grumpy, and gave a huff in her direction as he actually moved past her, forgetting about her in the matter of moments.
He continued down the hallway. The girl he had passed had been humans. They were so frail. Theyir hearts too weak to fly or even think of dropping through the sky as he did. He would continue on, even if he did not find what he was looking for. The second slave he had looked into, had been the raven-haired human, but seeing how incorrigible she was being, he was turned off. He wasn’t sure why. He normally liked a woman with fire within her. As a fire breather, fire was something he knew well, and something he coveted. He just… he wasn’t sure why he hadn’t liked the second girl. Other than her being human, there was nothing that wrong with her. Maybe he should have gone back and tried to have a discussion? He wasn’t certain. He was just being finicky and it was foolish of him to be doing so. If he didn’t like merchandise now, then he certainly wouldn’t’ find it amusing later when he was stuck with it. He shook his head, rolling his shoulders as his coat brushed his cheeks gently. He was sure he would find something interesting enough to catch his eye at the Pallas house. He had to. It was rave to be the best mannered shop with the best merchandise in the area, and for several leagues around. He would have to find something here, even if he waited for it to come into stock. After all, this was a shop, was it not? New bodies would come in and out all the time. They must have. Otherwise, once the pretty toys were sold, Mistress Pallas would be out of things to sell, and very much out of the business.
He continued down the hallway, hearing shouts coming from in front of him. He was certain it would be another outburst, just as there had been with the raven-haired female. He did not want that. He shook his head and continued down the way, until a sense smacked him clearly. He heard the shout again, and looked towards the woman several guards were carrying out of a room. He inched closer, drawn to the screaming woman. His serpentine eyes sought the woman’s own pair. She was shouting curses at the guards, and looked mad enough to kill. Ren shook his head and stopped the whole procession. This female was a dragon. She was of his kind. And he would not allow her to be handled in this manner, nor would he allow her to remain here. He would take this cousin of his and free her. ”You. All of you. Stop! She will be mine. I will be taking her home with me. Put her back inside this room and leave us. I will take her with me.” He looked at the guards, hi eyes promising action if they did not do as he ordered. This woman would be his prize. His treasure. Another dragon. A female dragon. It was like a wish come true. He could not leave her here in this place, and he would not allow the guards to continue their rough treatment of her body. H e waited for the guards to put her back into the room, looking at him as if he were crazy. Once she was free and the guards were outside, Ren looked over the female, not taking note or care of whatever tinkled around her chest. He simply took her in, wondering what had perturbed her so much. ”Your name, what is it? I will take you from this place. We shall go to my home. A dragonelle, such as yourself, should not be left in a place such as this, however nice an institution it is. It is still a prison. I will take you home with me. But you must behave girl. Do you understand?” His eyes were hard as they looked over her. He would not allow her to simply squirm away from her. And she could be enraged with him, but he was the one that had the key to freeing her and allowing her to soar through the skies once more. She would be foolish to pass up his offer. And he knew, as dragons knew of each other, this dragonelle was not a fool.
Walking slowly so Loretta was able to keep her balance on land and so she knew he wouldn't be going at his usual brisk pace, Roland allowed her to take her time. He was surprised and happy that she didn't cost as much as some of the other slaves, just all the more money to spend on getting her some new clothes and items for comfort. He bowed to Mistress Pallas, smiled then turned and walked out of the room, heading toward the entrance. This really was a beautiful and spacious estate, but his own had a sense of beauty in it's own way. It wasn't as big as this place but he didn't need extra space he would never use and that would skyrocket the heating bill in the winter. Chuckling quietly to himself, he began thinking which bedroom Loretta would like best, one close to his so if she needed anything she wouldn't need to walk across the home. and he would need to makes sure his border was firm, patching up any of the spaces that needed it. He himself kind of had a bubble border like Mistress Pallas had done with hers but it wasn't as big, though it was just as strong. Walking out into the sunshine, Roland noticed Loretta had bare feet. "Would you like me to carry you? The pavement and rocks are a bit hot at this time of day." Roland announced, bending down to meet her gaze at eye level. "We're just walking down the steps, see that limo?" He pointed to the vehicle just driving around the driveway. "That's mine, I won't have to drive so I'll be able to pay more attention to your needs for the time being."
((I promised you I would post tonight so very very sorry if it sucks, I'm half dead with sleep right now))
Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 2:00 am
Kathryn Anon
ʊςΐɖϮɾᾲӋ xxxxxx xxxxxx
❝ I may come out as cruel and ruthless.....
Let her try and think she won't be broken, after I'm done with her she's going to be the tamest slave that begs for treats and rewards Lucid thought as he regarded the girl, his eyes still narrowed. He lifted up the finger she had bitten, noticing the red ring where she had broken the skin. It was still bleeding a little but it mostly had clotted up, though there would be some bruising. Unfortunately for him he wasn't able to heal, those powers were stripped from him, though he would be able to make a healing poultice once he got home...though he would have to take care of Lux before anything. Maybe he could make a device that would null her powers but she would be able to sense them...just to remind her of who he was as her Master and superior. He almost laughed as she straightened up as tall as she could be, glaring defiantly at him. "Such a rebellious little slave." He said, smiling and showing his teeth as she was grabbed by the guards. Without another word he turned and left the room, listening to make sure they kept up behind him. Once he had finished buying her and transferring the money, Lucid watched as she struggled with all the strength and might she had. "Such a valiant effort......but pointless girl, you're not escaping." He said, walking outside and heading to his car. Once he had told the guards what he had in store for her in the back seat and hos he was going to restrain her, he watched as a flash of actual fear came across her face. Good. She was beginning to understand just how in control he was. It took quite a while before they finally managed to shove her in the back but once they did Lucid immediately got into the front seat, making sure the bars between him and the back seat were firm. This vehicle he used for slave transport and had it properly worked on to make sure the slaves wouldn't be able to jump out and run. The back doors had no handles or ways to roll down the windows and all the glass was bullet and smash proof. Starting the engine, he looked back at Lux then back out to the road. "Let's hope you don't break down as soon as most of my other slaves." He said, pulling out of the estate and driving to his home.
((I am so dead tired I didn't make a home thread yet so just post in here and tomorrow I'll get it up as well as my other Master's house thread.....and post for my slave e_e so many things to do on here alone hahaha))
......but get to know me better and I'll show you a whole other side of me ❞
The day was still young. The sun shone in through the windows of her room and tinted the carpet, draperies, furniture, and accents in golden hues, and yet, the female within cringed away from the sunlight. It may have been a welcoming and happy scene for anyone else, but not for this particular female. Being in the sun, while it was actually quite good and healthy for her, reminded her of times she would have rather forgotten. Memories bubbled to the surface of her mind, even as she shut her eyes, and rested her head upon arms to stop the light from reaching her face. She was supposed to thrive in the sun. She was supposed to worship its existence and rejoice when it touched her, and think it a blessing to be able to thrive under its glory, but she just couldn’t. Not today. Not while she was cooped up within this room, hiding like a coward. True, she could have been causing problems and raising all sorts of fits about being trapped inside such confinements, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do such. It wasn’t laziness. It was simply the fact that she was much safer within the walls of this room that served as her prison, hidden behind wards of magic that kept her inside. It didn’t keep those who wished her harm, or for more vile thoughts out, but it would keep her safe for the time beings. The barrier wouldn’t let in anyone who wasn’t permitted, and she was fairly certain with the amount of guards on staff, no matter who tried to break in, they would fail before they reached her, unless somehow, they had infiltrated into this system of purchasing. Then, they could take her away from this place and do as they pleased with her, but silently, she prayed that they wouldn’t even be able to discover where she was at all. After all, she was certain she was a long way from the mountains and the cliffs. She couldn’t go out and draw attention o herself. She had to hope that no one would come here looking. That was the best he could manage in her current predicament.
Unable to sit still and curled up any longer, silver-hued eyes peered over the pale skin of the arms that were keeping the sun form reaching the orbs. She fluttered her lids a few times, adjusting to the light in the room and started to slowly uncurl her body. Her hair came down in swift falls to cover her back generous in waves. Her pale skin glimmered in the sunlight, though not as much as it radiated in the moon. Peeping toes into the sun, and stretching her body towards the window, the female felt the warmth of the sun, and her body ached, wishing to be released. The silver haired female was a dragon. Aria Stormborn; born of the great Sky Cavern clutch, Queen of the Silver Crag Clutch. Her name held many titles, but she cared about none of them. She hated any association with the clutch of the crag. That had been her first prison, even though she had not been enslaved at that time; not a piece for sale. She had been stolen from her birth clutch and taken to become ruler alongside of the male who had stolen her. He had said she was a gem, a treasure, and she couldn’t’ stand it, or the male who had ruined her life and made her so unhappy. She closed her eyes and could still see the lines of the man’s face. She could still clearly hear the voices that rejoiced when he had called her his queen, without her consent. He had been vulgar and cruel, and had taken what he wanted. He had not worked for it. He was ungrateful, and the mere thought burned her skin. Aria stood and began pacing. The room was small and littered with furniture. She could see the outside if she pulled the blinds up, but she could not open the window to go outside. Nor could she escape this room, or shift into her true form. Her body ached from being held inside human skin for such a long period. She wanted freedom. She craved and needed it desperately, but she was stuck, waiting to be picked up by some person who could be not better than the man she had murdered to go back to her people. An attempt that had failed.
She let out a soft screech and rushed for the door, tugging on the handle desperately, losing her normally clam demeanor as she tugged on the handle, hitting the door with her fists, hoping someone would hear her, but it was no use. There were beings on the other side of the door, and in the walls of the house she was being held at that screeched and made far more noise than she. She gave a soft whimper and picked herself up, smoothing out the tattered skirts she wore and went for the bed, sitting on it’s corner and closing her eyes, propping her head upon her hand. She wanted to be free. She wanted to go home and se her people. She had not seen them in such a long time. She was surprised she had even been able to keep the male at bay. She was sullied of course, as the man could not bear to wait patiently for his prize. It was how she had gotten the scar on her belly. She tenderly put fingertips to the marred flesh here and closed her eyes, thinking back to the time she had received the mark, and then removed her fingers. She curled up on the bed, despite wanted a hard surface to lay on as a dragon and closed her eyes. She knew no one would be sleeping now, so it was the best time for her to sleep. With a house full of people, dreaming and thinking, it was a blessing that her powers had been dampened to the point of not being able to use them at all. Otherwise she would have become prey to the onslaught of thoughts and feelings emanated upon her by other members and beings in the house. She wanted to be free, and without dreams for this day. She didn’t want to end up in someone else’s head or thoughts. She wanted to sleep dreamlessly. Curling her body gently, she relaxed her tense muscles and gave into the world around her, hoping that by some miracle she would be able to doze without being interrupted by stray thoughts or sporadic dreamers. And in the meantime, maybe someone would take her away from this place and into a safer home that she could appreciate.
