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 Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 7:36 am
 ❝ I love feeling alive—
I love walking out in the cold
In my bare feet
And feeling the ice on my toes. ❞ ”Such a rebellious little slave.”
She already knew the type she was being caught by. A cruel, mocking man who intended to watch her writhe. Silently swearing she wouldn’t scream—not even once—she continued to violently struggle in the guards’ grip. It wasn’t as if Lux actually thought that they’d put her down, undo the bindings, and let her go or anything—no, she just needed to show that she was defiant; that she wouldn’t bend to his will so easily. She wanted him to know that what he was doing wouldn’t end well for him, and she would make sure of that—even if it was the last thing she did.
In the back of the car she froze up, going so stiff that you would think she was literally frozen, her eyes darting around as she searched for some sort of way out. She felt caged. Well, correction: She had been caged all along, but now she felt trapped. Cornered. She squirmed a little, fighting the ropes and stopping as soon as she realized they weren’t doing anything else—other than holding her in place and biting deeply into her wrists and ankles with every pull and yank she attempted. She felt herself beginning to get light headed, the cool barrier of air that she had subconsciously maintained to keep her in a comfortable climate failing with whatever charms he had in place to block her powers.
She writhed, struggling to move closer to the window by her feet, bounding her heels against the solid glass in hopes of breaking it—letting in cool air. Her muffled voice shouted out through the gag, the tone along making it evident that she was far from begging—meanwhile what she had said was nothing short of so vulgar and rude that it was probably a good thing she was gagged. Insulting him further probably wasn’t going to make things any better for her, after all, so that gag was turning out to be just as much a blessing as a curse. It only took a few minutes for her to realize just how solid that glass was—her bruising heels were telling her that there was no hope of her breaking out this way.
Lux let out a sharp, wordless cry of frustration, pushing herself back into the middle of the seat with one solid push, letting her head fall onto the seat with a solid thump. From her place she turned her gaze towards the front seat, catching his reflection in the rear-view mirror. She glared, her eyes narrowing to slits as she willed all of her hate for him into that gaze. Even in this weakened state—one that terrified her because she had been taught what happened to weak women since the day she had first woken—she was determined to not give in. Even if it killed her she would not submit to him.
She hoped.
❝ 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:: It's fine! I hope you slept well! Speaking of houses... I gotta do that...
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 4:04 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 8:13 pm
 
Zachary walked calmly behind the guard who was leading him from the car to his room, not really paying any attention to the extravagant surroundings of the shop as any new slave to the shop - which he appeared to be at first glance - might have been. But Zachary wasn`t new, quite the opposite in fact. The only reason he was being brought into the mansion was that (yet again) his previous master had managed to get themselves killed by another, more aggressive, slave they had bought. Zachary did understand why most slaves would fight and try to escape, or kill the one who had bought them, but he didn`t understand why most masters would want to buy a slave like that. Well, not really. He supposed it was the fact that he himself couldn't envision owning anybody. He could never be the one in charge of everything, that simply went against his upbringing. If he hadn't been kidnapped trying to help that person all those years ago, at this age, he would still be working alongside his father - but as a proper butler this time - if not working as a butler on his own in some other rich household somewhere. Serving people was nothing new to him, so he wasn't the type to strike out and try to escape, and he hardly thought he would ever be capable of murder! The first thing he wanted to do when someone was sick and injured was take care of them, so he would never be able to off someone. Frowning slightly, he absentmindedly wondered what had happened to the slave who had killed his previous master. Zachary knew that the slave hadn't escaped, but the slave also hadn't been brought back to the shop in the same car as Zachary, so he had no way of knowing. He was a little worried about them. From what he had seen, they had been injured, but of course they had been taken away before he could do anything about it. He quickly pushed the thought to the back of his mind. He definitely didn't want to dwell on that, it wouldn't do any good.
Distracted by his thoughts, he didn't notice that they had reached the room he was going to be in while waiting for someone else to buy him until there was a soft jerk on his collar. Looking up, he blinked in surprise and distaste at the room that lay in front of him. It was filthy or at least filthy by Zachary's standards. There were books all over the floor and clothes all over the hardly made bed. Not to mention the pile of broken glass and trail of blood. Someone was walking around injured. A bit of a pity that Zachary couldn't currently do anything about it. Of course, the fact that they weren't right in front of him helped him ignore that fact.
While most people would have thought that the place where the guard had chosen to put him was strange - at least for a high class shop like this, Zachary didn't mind it. In fact, a dirty room was probably the best room for him to be in, not that it would stay dirty long once he was there. He had certainly been a slightly unwilling participant of the trade long enough for those who worked at this shop to know him. Unlike most people, Zachary actually liked cleaning, and having a room to clean was certain to keep the high-energy boy distracted, at least for a little while. He wouldn't be surprised if he was moved to a different room later of course, he just figured that the woman who ran the place was busy or something, which was why she couldn't be consulted as to his placement; he was almost certain that they hadn't been expecting him back so soon, he hadn't expected to be back so soon. Last time he had only been returned because the guy had finally kicked the old bucket due to old age and had no heirs to hand his property (including slaves) off to.
Nodding to himself as the door was shut behind him, Zachary first went to the bathroom to wet a towel and clean up the blood. After fixing up the bathroom - which was also in a bit of a state, but not as bad as the rest of the room), he wet a towel and quickly moped up the blood before wringing the towel out and hanging it up. Ignoring the glass for the moment, he instead focused on tidying up the bed, noting as he hung up the clothes that had been taken out that they were all meant for a female. Oh well, if they didn't move him, he was sure that they'd fix that.
Finally he finished tidying up the bed and putting the clothes away. Turning his attention to the rest of the room, he set about putting it back into order, mumbling softly to himself as he did so and absentmindedly wondering how long the previous occupant had been there, and what exactly had happened.
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 10:14 pm
 The dance of flames and shadows in the street
Make poetry nobody's ever heard
The weight of loneliness stands on your feet
The cage already there around the bird "LET ME GO YOU TWATS! I SWEAR ONCE I BREAK FREE I AM GOING TO BREAK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR NECKS!"
Aceline was not at all happy once the chloroform had worn off and she was alert enough to know what was going on. The guards had been unable to hold her so they had had to knock her out, but her vampire abilities had made the chemical go through her system faster than normal. Aceline had woken up sooner than they wanted, just as they were driving into the large garage, making sure she wouldn't get burned from the sunlight. She hissed loudly in anger, showing her sharpened teeth, her eyes such a bright red color they seemed to glow with hate. She was struggling with all her might and if a guard's hand got too close she would snap at it with her teeth. The girl was finally able to catch one in her mouth and without hesitation she sank her fangs into the skin, causing the guard to cry out in pain and hit her across the head, trying to get her to let go. Wincing, Aceline refused to let go and only when they pulled her apart from the wounded guard did she open her mouth, fearing she might break one of her teeth from them pulling so hard. Tasting the blood in her mouth and lips, the girl spat it out. "You taste horrible." She said, giving the guard a glare who returned it with one of his own, but he restrained himself from smacking her in the head again. He knew Mistress Pallas wouldn't be pleased at all if the new slave was harmed.
Digging her feet into the ground, Aceline pulled back as hard as she could but even her enhanced strength didn't do much to move the guards and they continued to pull her to the interior of the building. She was dragged quite literally all across the first floor, the guards avoiding the windows and taking her up the stairs. They had called ahead about her conditions involving the sunlight so the room they prepared for her was dark, the blinds closed the no light but two lamps providing the only light. As soon as they released her in the room, she turned right back around and began pounding on the door, her nails growing to small sharp claws, digging streaks of paint off the door and making a horrible screech."YOU COWARDS." She screamed, trying to get out for well over an hour. Her clawing and pounding changed to restless pacing in the room as she tried to figure out a way to get out.....but it was still sunny, one step out of this building and she would be burned to a crisp...maybe she could wait until night time. The girl's dress was dirty and torn in a few places from her fighting and her hair was a mess but she didn't care it would fal back into place after a little bit after she had calmed down....which wasn't going to be for a while. The girl was starving which made her mood even worse and she cringed, already having waited as long as she could before she needed to drink again.
Absently playing with the charms on the tightly chained collar around her neck, she went over to a nearby mirror and even though she wasn't able to see herself, the charms and collar floated in the air and she was able to see which ones were on it clearly. Some of the things she didn't recognize, but it seemed like they had been watching her for a while and figured out what kind of person she was, how long had they been stalking her? She didn't know but it infuriated her that she hadn't been alerted by them.
Hissing in anger, the girl felt the restrictions in the room, her movements weren't as fast or graceful and she wasn't able to properly use her strength either, there must have been a spell cast to hinder her in order to keep her better restrained. Oh, Aceline knew exactly what this place was, she'd seen people with slaves before but she'd always managed to evade the ones that had heard of her...except this one. She was going to rip the throat out of whoever tried buying her, she wouldn't show them any mercy at all.  It's like the sun's gone down, sleeps in the hallowed ground now
With the autumn's browns leaves, with the one who never grieves
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 11:01 pm
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X  She wasn't going to let these man take her anywhere bu outside! Kari refused to be moved to any other room, or even the dreaded basement she had heard about. Where there would be no windows for her to even look outside. That thought made her struggle and try to fight back harder. "I will NOT go downstairs into that hell hole! I am a dragon! I belong up in the skies you idiots!" Growling and struggling against their hold on her, Kari tried to kick at them. She had to get out of this damn place and fast. Looking around, trying to see if there was something that she could trip someone into, Kari growled as they kept her away from everything. Smart bastards. The dragon supposed that they had to be though, seeing as it WAS there job to handle misbehaving and unruly slaves. After all, the Mistress of this place was smart and knew what she needed to keep it running. However, she didn't have time to admire the Mistress' intelligent and business smarts! She had to get free of these pain in the a** guards, and get the hell out of here somehow! "I said let me go right this instant you foolish, blubbering idiots!" More and more insults continued to spew from her pretty pink lips, as her eyes narrowed in angry and blood lust. Oh they were SO lucky she couldn't shift or she would have snapped them all in half with her powerful dragon jaws! As they started to pull her out into the hallway, her eyes looked away from the guards and found herself looking into red-brown eyes.
Angry amber eyes watched him and those snake like eyes. A dragon. This man was a dragon and it was clear that he knew what she was as well. Was he coming closer or were the guards still dragging her? Feeling the guards come to a stop, Kari looked at the male dragon, trying to figure him out. What was with him? Kari found out soon enough though. Her eyes widened when he told them that she would be leaving with him, and to place her back in the room. Turning her head to look at the guards, she noticed the man looked conflicted but eventually did as he was told. After all, if he had lost a potential sell, Kari was sure that his employer would be highly upset and punish him somehow. As soon as the door was shut, Kari dusted herself off, feeling a bit better that the guards were away from her. She still wanted to kill them for touching her in such a manner, but she now she had a bigger problem on her hands. A man who was wanting to be her master. She didn't like the way that he was looking at her, which made her growl and cross her arms over her chest. Narrowing her eyes as she tried to figure him out, the female dragon listened to his questions and closed her eyes. Should she answer them or just ignore him? Oh Kari knew that it wasn't going to bother him, because he was a dragon and dragons always got what they wanted.
"My name is Kari Long." He did have a point. She didn't belong in such a place but even if she was leaving with him, wouldn't she be prisoner in HIS home? However... Kari knew that she had a better chance at escaping from him than she did from this shop. Closing her eyes and letting out a growl, the dragon knew what she had to do. She had to submit for only a few seconds and then she could trick him and run. Opening her eyes and looking at him, she sighed as she tried to make herself seem bigger. "You do have a point... Dragons do not belong in closed spaces. We belong in the skies with the wind under our wings. I will go with you... I'm no fool to let an opportunity escape me." Walking over to the door, she knocked on it, causing a guard to open it, and then looked back at the male dragon. What was she going to call him? Oh Kari already had a few choice names picked out for him, but that would be disrespectful, and it was never wise to disrespect a dragon. "What will I call you? Names are everything and I would assume you have one. I believe you do not want me calling you something other than your name." Yes... she would behave long enough for this man. Just long enough for her to escape that is!
After walking out of the room and into the Mistress Pallas' office, Kari watched with a frown as the payment for her freedom was made. It was a disgusting business but at least she no longer had to be in that god forsaken room anymore. She was starting to lose her mind being trapped inside for so long, but now she had her chance to run. Walking outside and letting out a soft sigh, Kari enjoyed the warm sunshine for a few short moments. Looking over at the man who had rescued her, she gave him a smirk and took off running. Running as hard and fast as she could, the dragon shifted with no great ease, and jumped to take off. However there was one small problem... Kari ended up shifting back into a human woman, and falling on her face. Wincing and sitting up, the dragon frowned and looked up at her master. "You can't blame a girl for trying... I've been locked inside of that room for months now. I wanted to feel the sensation of being in the sky again.." Standing up and dusting herself, Kari was waiting for the man to take her back to the shop. After all, she had just tried to run from him and why would he need a dragon that couldn't fly? Then again, why would he want a dragon to begin with?
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 11:42 pm
 Violet Shianna Sakura ┏━━━━ﺴ۩ ℂ ۩ﺴ━━━━┓ Violet pulled at her arms to try to get away from the guards. Struggling as they pulled her out of the car. "Please let me stay with you mister, I will be good I promise." She said to the man who took her up the big steps into the grand looking manor. She couldn't help but give him a big grin as she knew he wouldn't say yes. Even so she liked to play games. Brushing her tail on him she let out a small feline whimper. Her eyes darted inside the place as the doors opened. The building was just as stunning on the inside as it was on the outside. More so looking like some sort of high class hotel then a slave shop. But quickly the lady that was now her mistress till she was given a new one took her to her room.
Vi entered the room, soon after she entered the door was closed behind her and she was left alone to do her things. Vi placed her small hand on her collar. The leather was warming up to her skin, but the charms that dangled from it were cold to the touch leaving a small ring that made her ears perk up. 'This will be interesting.' She thought to herself as she leaped onto the soft bed.
Nuzzling into the soft covers of the bed it seemed like only moments she was captured by some dart stick into her neck. And a collar placed on her neck to keep her from using her powers. The silly cage that she was placed in was cold and not to her liking and she was not given the treatment she wanted before she arrived. She was a classy feline. And a rare tiger for sure. Why should they do this to her. Once she got a Master or Mistress she would have all the fun she could though. Playing with them all the time. Giving them soft purrs when they deserved it. It would be the best.
Vi listened to her surrounding. She could hear others in this place at all. But to think she could actually play with any of them was very slim. Sitting up in the middle of the bed she looked at her surroundings again. The place was simple, but nice. The room was filled with neutral colors to make someone calm. But she could only guess that most people weren't as calm as here when coming to this place. She could see many opportunities for new adventures and play mates. ┗━━━━๑۩ ۞ ۩๑━━━━┛ ஐOut Of Caramel: That is all I got for now. Heh.
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 9:38 am
Ｋｌａｕｓ◆Ｄｉｅｄｅｒiｃｈ◆Ａｂｅｎｄｒoｔｈ
❝ Ｍｙ ｏｎｌｙ ｗｉｓｈ ｉｓ ｔｈａｔxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxdｅａｔｈ ｗｏｕｌd ｔａｋｅ ｍｅ ａｇａｉｎ. ❞ 『I challenge the race of limits,
Knowing that this is my only chance,
I'm going to overcome the fate that I carry.』 Two figures entered his room. An white-haired male with red eyes, tall yet he was taller than him, dressed formally and had this bodyguard air around him. He also closely resembles the femme that entered first like they were siblings. Wren... The undead thought, memorizing the name of the male. Then, his cold deep blue eye moved to gaze at the young girl that sat at his bed. Klaus's first impression of the girl was that she was an petite, frail beauty yet he knew she was the most dangerous one between Wren and her. With a swift breathe in, Klaus closed his eye to visualize and think what chain of action he should take.
One, he could just sneak to the corridors yet that would just lead him to get caught even if he sneaked around. Two, he could just surrender himself by showing himself to the pair without much of trouble knowing he'll just lose. Yet, there was his third choice of action. And that was test his luck on beating the pair. Klaus, being an undead, had lost joy in fighting because of his abilities (which were currently sealed) and also due to his now natural inhuman physical prowess. Even if he was facing something from the super natural realm. But now, there was something that could make him shiver in fear. And this being was just there, seating at his bed.
Crouching from his hiding location, Klaus pounced on Wren with such speed that he didn't gave the male any chance to react and knocking the male down the cold floor. He quickly stood up and with four wide steps, the undead closed the distance between him and the female. At his last step, he twirled his body, using the chain in hand as an whip. Whether what action the belle would take to counter his, Klaus would just pouch her down the bed then restrain her and take her as his hostage.
『I embraced the furthest ends of this story
And continued wandering without a destination
Into this dripping new world. 』
『The game has only just begun. 』
『Now is the beginning sign in your eyes.』
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 10:03 am
Look, listen to my voice
If you're making the choice
Tell me all the girls and the boys...  Zephyr waited. And waited. And waited. But the woman never returned. After about an hour or so, he decided that she was not returning. He gave a wry smile. Wow, he'd driven her off already. That had to be a new record. Was he really that repulsive? Sighing, he shook his head. He always knew he had somewhat of a brash attitude, especially when pushed. Oh well, it just meant he had more time to figure out his escape plan.
With his schedule now cleared, he began to recon the room again, going back over the details. Sturdy windows, knob-less door, no ventilation ducts that he could fit into without the use of his powers...But there had to be a weakness, a c***k in the armor that he could exploit. Anything would do, really. As soon as he found that c***k, that single crack that he could get leverage on, he was out of here. But damn, this place was thorough.
Looking through his closet, he was surprised to find clothes that matched his current style. Just how much research did they do on him? He began to realize that this ring was more elaborate than the one he had busted before. They must have been observing him for weeks. There was just too many details here. Slowly, he began realizing that he was a target even before his last case. These people had singled him out long before he had even begun his last case. Perhaps they had been observing him in his youth. It wouldn't be hard to imagine that this slave ring was that old, especially with this much detail and resources.
With his recon done, he lit up another cigarette and sighed, letting everything he came across sit in his mind as he thought out his escape plan. It would be tough, he admitted to himself. His toughest escape yet. But already a plan was forming. He saw some cracks in the security of this place. And right now, his mind's gears were turning.... Either scream or rejoice
Let's make that noise
Either move or we will all be destroyed.
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 10:04 am
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♫ Knee deep in the water somewhere. ♪
♭ Got the blue sky breeze blowing wind through my hair. ♩
♬ Only worry in the world is the tide gonna reach my chair. ♪
♩ Sunrise, there's a fire in the sky. ♫
♪ Never been so happy, never felt so high and... ♭
♬ I think I might have found me my own kind of paradise. ♫
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ The demon was stunned to say the least as his body suddenly went crashing to the ground and before he could even think to catch the other male as he sprung toward Vixen. As Wren tried to compose himself and get in between the other male and the vycan, he realized that he wouldn't get there in time. Vixen still look just as oblivious as she played with the chains on the bed. If this man hurt he, he wouldn't get another chance at surprise attack.
Vixen's ears caught the sound of the fabric moving and knew for a fact that it wasn't Wren's, the sounds of the chain links clinking against one another and knew that it wasn't the ones in her hands and she turned her red eyes toward the male that was charging her. Without much thought, Vixen grabbed the chain as he swung it at her and whipped behind him, holding his arm behind his back. "No need to attack now... I did nothing to you and I do believe that means you would do nothing to harm me." Vixen's voice was once more cold, dropping down into a deadly pot of poison as the words slipped from her lips. Most men soiled themselves when she spoke in that tone, but she was hoping that this one would not.
Slowly the vycan released the chain, not wanting this to seem like she was being just as rude, but wanting him to know that there were bigger fish in his pond. Vixen took a step back as Wren finally got to his feet and moved to stand right behind her. "Wren, are you alright?" She asked him without turning her now playful red eyes toward the male at her back. "Yes, my lady. I am fine, thank you. The boy just surprised me." Was his strained reply and she could tell he still wanted to go at the other male, but she put a stop to the right away with a raise of her hand to defuse him.
"We didn't come here to fight, Wren. We can do that at home. I came here to get myself a playmate and I plan to do just that. Please, do not hold ill will toward the undead." She told the silver haired male behind her in a scolding tone, her eyes fixed on the figure in front of her before she addressed him. "Do you hear that too? I am not looking for a fight here and now on uneven ground. The only downfall to you... I cannot take your blood... But that's alright. You win some, you lose some, I suppose." Vixen said with a laugh that always seemed to make Wren relax even when he didn't want to and it worked here to defuse him a little, although his guard was still flaring high. Vixen just wanted to know the male's position now that he knew he wasn't dealing with someone of normal stature.
︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺
⇅ I don't mind spending every day ⇆xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
⇊ Out on her corner in the pouring rain ⇈
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx⇉ Look for the girl with the broken smile ⇄
⇇ Ask her if she wants to stay a while. ⇅
⇆ She will be loved. ⇄ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
⇉ And I've tried so hard to say good-bye... ⇇
︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 10:47 am
 Alexander Vann Noltensmeier ┏━━━━━━━━━┓ ▽▼▽ Alexander arrived at this grand house which was a slave shop unlike any other he has seen. Although he hasn't seem many because he wasn't one for choosing a slave. He rather liked the idea of being alone. But there was something about his situation that made him feel to alone.
Arriving at this place in the most odd way possible. He could not drive. And he rather hated cars. He rather just stay on it for the radiation. The warmth from it made his scales feel so nice. So not using cars he rode inside a Horse carriage. It was pulled by six lovely black pinto horses. Why pinto, they interested him. The colors not all the same and each one a bit different then the next. Xander let the driver open the wooden door for him. The carriage itself was larger then normal to accommodation for his size as well as very beautiful. The inside was covered in a lovely dark blue velvet with accents of browns and greens. With thick curtains that were drawn back to let in the sun.
Once the door was opened to the carriage, unlike other people. Well, Alexander got out in a fluid fashion. His long serpent like lower body slid out. Like a snake in the sand he slithered up the steps slowly his scales giving off a small shimmer in the sun light. He entered the large building and made his way to the mistresses office. He wasn't all that sure what he had in mind. But he wanted something different. Something interesting. Something that would shine, or someone that wouldn't be scared of him. If it wasn't his eyes that would scare them away, it would be the rest of his body. But even so, he was sure to find someone at least as interesting as the way he lived at least. △▲△ ┗━━━━━━━━━┛ Out Of Care: >w> I got this don't worry. I will post again with him after I get home.
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 11:34 am
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Tommy had a permanent frown on his face by now. He kept hearing footsteps go right past his door and it was like torture. Over and over again he attempted to poof out of his room but it was no use. The slave shop felt constricting too Tommy. He threw pillows off his bed at the door, not feeling bad enough to break anything just yet. Tommy absolutely hated it here. "This is no fair! I wasn't causing trouble this time! You have to let me out!" he cried at the door even though he knew no one was listening. Sitting back, Tommy kicked childishly and finally pulled his blanket over his head, yelling into the mattress. The slave shop was the most frustrating place on the planet.
Pouting, Tommy finally gave up on his yelling when he was out of breath. He sat up with his eyebrows knit into a frown while his bottom lip jutted out in a immature fashion. His eyes were wet with frustrated tears and Tommy continuously rubbed them away so much his eyes were red. Every now and then he let out a loud huff and knocked the closet thing over. This was no fair... And it was no fun either.
Sighing, the boy got off the bed and looked down at himself. He was a mess. Frowning, he headed over to the washroom. It wasn't as nice as the ones upstairs at all but at least it was enough that Tommy could get himself cleaned up. After a quick shower, Tommy dried himself off and pulled his pink boxer briefs back on. He tossed his towel over his head and returned to his bed, sitting like that with as he glared at his surroundings.
"This place sucks… If only I could…: Tommy trailed off and closed his eyes, concentrating. A soft poof could be heard and pink mist surrounded Tommy. His image blurred a little but after a moment he returned to normal. Crying out angrily, he flopped over onto his belly again and smacked the bed.
”This place sucks! It really really sucks!” he shouted. He couldn’t even teleport here! How sad was that? It was probably because of his stupid collar. The thing made it so hard to teleport, especially in the salve shop. Teleporting here was impossible. If they weren’t going to let him teleport they should at least get a master to come look at Tommy and consider buying him!
Tommy got up and walked around the room, collecting the pillows. He returned to the bed and tore them up, tossing the feathers inside all over the place. He ended up looking like a red headed chicken by the time he was done with the pillows. He made sure he got feathers all over the room too. Whoever was going to clean this palce up was going to have one hell of a time. Soon after breaking what he could, Tommy gave up and flopped back onto the bed, grabbed the blanket and wrapping himself up in it so that he was like a big, fluffy caterpillar. ”Just let me die,” he murmured as he squirmed to move around on the bed. ”I hate everybody,” Tommy murmurred.
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 1:13 pm
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xxxxxx『The world is a cruel place where softies
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxaren't allowed』❝I can't sit still any longer. So how about short, funny story?❞
❝Ah~ the world is too cruel and cold.❞
❝Father was a good for nothing.❞
❝Mother died because of the plague.❞
❝I lived all alone in this cruel and cold world.❞
☆·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.¤~⊹⊱"Why does the sun has to exist in the first place? An blonde hair femme uttered to herself in a distressed tone. Her features were frail as she slowly strode towards the front doors of the slave shop. The slave shop could fool anybody into thinking it was some kind of five-star hotel or a mansion. At any rate, "That would be because the sun is needed for this planet." The white-scaled snake replied in murmur. This snake had coiled itself from Arietta's left hand, around her petite arm and around her neck. The white-scaled snake's name was Zion and was the only friend Aria had. The half-demon/vampire had Zion made by someone who specialized in homoculus creation. Despite the price she had to pay, it was worth every cent.
Entering the building, the once frail feature that the figure of the femme had displayed disappeared like magic. The woman beside the blonde belle closed the parasol she held. On the other hand, Aria made a shoo gesture with her right hand. The woman that acted as her bodyguard and also her personal aid nodded and exited the premises. Arietta made a swift stride towards the office of the demi-goddess that own the slave shop. The hybrid wanted to get things over and done with because she hated to be away from her home while it was still daylight.
Arietta, after meeting and paying her respects to Mistress Pallas, getting some advice from the demi-goddess on what slave she should get, had went to the corridors were the rooms of slave sold in the establishment lined up. And with her was a guard, a escort which was one of the rules of the shop. The belle stopped in front of a certain door, the door of her possible slave. Turning the knob, and opening the door. Arietta saw an femme laid on the bed. "Violet I presume?" The demon/vampire uttered in a cold manner.
❝I hate this! I hate everything in this world!
Let it be poison for all I care.❞
❝I have no directions to go.❞
❝All I want now is to fade to nothingness❞
❝Ah, I spoke too much, didn't I?❞
❝But, that's because this is just a 'made-up story'.❞
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 1:16 pm
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╔══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗ In a dream she sat next to her master as he read over a book she had found for him at the town's Grand Bazaar when the whole place started to shake. Everything went black as Momo woke up to find herself face down on the floor. She sat up groaning some as her tail was pinned under her leg which she didn't know till she tried to get up only to be semi-pulled back to the floor. Fixing her little fight with her tail she ventured into the small shower and washed up for what she figured it would be another day of people staring at her and wanting to feel the furred parts of her person. She was an anubis and given her race's background from her elbow down is furred as well is her ankles down to her feet with black ears on her head. She finished washing herself up as she walked out the bathroom and dried herself down. She dug around her clothes and tossed on her usual attire. It was a black tank top with arm bracelets on them along with some loose dancer pants, the pants we're not explicit but it was the attire she had when she was a dancer of the royals way long ago.
As she continued to sit there and wonder about her day her ear twitched to a sound at the door. At first she played it off thinking it was another one of those "curious eyes" that have never seen a anubis before till she herd he opening of said door. She looked up to find a man and woman in the room. The man smiled and waved to her before the woman lead him outside and walked back into the room to address her. "Well, talk about being subtle, seen more tied up pairs in Lord Razham's rule." she thought getting up from the bed and walking over staying in the middle of the room to keep the guards from binding her down. "Uhm...what is the master like if you don't mind me asking?" she asked keeping her distance from the others so the guards wont label her a threat ╚═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝
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