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 Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 10:39 pm
 Respeh Shati Shai
"The Void Snake" Respeh suddenly began to sniff the air gently catching the magical scent on the air. This scent had just approached but stopped short and it smelled familiar. He slithered through his memory and found the same smell on the object he used to claim a slave. Respeh never had a slave before but he always tried new things when possible and the moment arose when prompted by her grandmother. He turned in her direction suddenly "Greetings." he said to her a friendly smile on his face. He observed her. The girl had a short kimono with a rather large obi. Her hair was silver and shined as if directly exposed to the moon. She was pale her skin like snow and her eyes while portrayed no emotion were (blue?) in color. With the girl came a raven which to Resph was a beautiful creature itself. He waved his hand "You may approach. Regardless of what oyu have heart of we serpents we don't bite without reason. You've no reason to distant yourself." he told her. Respeh would treat the girl more like an assistant than a pet due to him wishing to act against his nature most of the time. His father would jump at the chance to subjugate the young girl but Respeh would do no such thing unless she had done something to deserve such treatment.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 9:13 pm
 ▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀¤¸¸.·´¯`·.¸·..>>--» Ambrosia MacAllister «--<<..·.¸¸·´¯`·.¸¸¤—¤÷(`[¤* Current Outfit *¤]´)÷¤— Ж "I'm not afraid to fall
It means I climbed up high
To fall is not to fail
You fail when you don't try" Ж Ambrosia smiled lightly and nodded her head at his words. "It's not always easy to go against one's nature, I'm glad you are doing your best to act against it though." A soft chuckle parted the woman's lips at Respeh's comment about 'stranger beings.' "I am happy to hear that Respeh, I would hate to find that someone feels out of place in my home." Well, that solved the problem of why she didn't know who he was. He was probably the first she had met who came because of another's invitation. "Ah, I see. Perhaps I will have the pleasure of meeting your grandmother at some other time then. Regardless, welcome to my home and I do hope you will enjoy your stay. I look forward to getting to know you." Ambrosia told him with a warm smile.
The female shook her head to indicate that she didn't mind the question. "It has been a few years since my sisters and I found this place. It requires a fair amount of work before we could open it to others though." Golden eyes shifted when Respeh began to sniff the air, a curious light filling the ones eyes as she turned to see the newcomer. Ah, this one she did know. Selene was the girl's name, and she was a witch if Ambrosia remembered correctly. Respeh's comment caused Ambrosia to chuckle again, but she smiled at the girl. "Yes, please join us dear."
Ж "I'm not afraid to fall
I've fallen many times
They laughed when I fell down
But I have dared to climb " Ж ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ±╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ±
± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ══ This is war ∥ So pick your side ∥ It's time to move ∥ Not time to hide ══ ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ±
± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ±╚═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± OoC: Sorry for the delayed response. >.<
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 9:18 pm
 Tir ti meddle persvek wer affairs di darastrixi...Dʀακɛcurrent outfit ► The dragon smiled as the female with white hair approached. "My name is Drake. It's nice to meet you. Welcome to the library. This is my master, Mistress Ambrosia," He gestured toward the woman standing next to him. "And this is Respeh," He gestured to the male. Drake figured she would be more comfortable now that everyone has been introduced. Ihk wux re crunchy...
Vur taste bensvelk mrith ketchup. (( Sorry for being away for so long!
The hurricane knocked the power out and I finally got the internet back today. ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 10:44 pm
Vivian 𝕯or Vellin  The slave stared up at the castle grounds in amazement. The world outside the car was blurry to him but he could tell just how large Trinity Castle was. The highest turrets stood proudly over even the most majestic of trees. Vivian inhaled slowly, bringing in the scents of pine trees, oak and wood fires. The air was so fresh, so light and yet so heavily scented that it was intoxicating. As he exhaled the hot steam from his breath clouded the window then dissipated. There was a quiet smile on his face and he lowered his gaze to his knees where his hands were holding the precious letter. It was an invitation, complete with the story of how Trinity Castle was formed and a request for how his rooms were to be set up. His rooms! Those two words meant more to Vivian than all the rest. He had the privilege of not one room but many. It told him he was allowed an opinion and would be cared for. It would be different this time.
This time he had the choice of being a master or a pet. This time he'd been invited this time...
'Wake up and get out!' the woman in the front ordered.
The slave silently nodded and held out his arms to her. In his moments of thought he'd forgotten he was still in the warehouse's van. He still had two guards with him and he was still chained up in the back. She went about unlocking all the padlocks that held him in, leaning over him as though he was not even there. He leaned back to allow her. It might have seemed superfluous to have so many chains on one slave but Vivian had escaped many times in the past. He was notorious for it. The changeover was one of the easiest times to escape so until he was within Trinity's grounds as instructed, they could make no allowances. If he even started looking around they'd have to taser him. He had to be very careful not to get caught looking for security cameras or ways out.
The slaver took hold of the chains around Vivian's wrist as he shifted out of the van. When he was standing the other slaver, a male, walked up behind him. He could feel the man's hand heavy on his shoulder, reminding him of what could happen if he tried anything. It was hardly necessary. Vivian was actually looking forward to his stay in this magnificent castle. Still, he kept his head down and let his shoulders go lax, as though he was surrendering to them. He wouldn't try to run off.
The trio came to a halt in front of the gates and Vivian had to resist the urge to look up at them. They were as gigantic as everything else on the castle grounds, far larger than Vivian would ever be. The man held tight to both of Vivian's shoulders while the woman unlocked him and searched him. Vivian just remained perfectly still and silent. He was used to this and it was better to let them do their job. When they were finally done making sure he didn't have any weapons or stolen warehouse property on him they pushed him through the gate and shut it behind him. They'd done as instructed: they hadn't entered the grounds, they'd unlocked him and let him be. As they left, Vivian pulled back the hood of his cloak, smiled to them and bowed low.
'Thank you,' he said to their retreating backs. They weren't even listening. It was probably for the best. He should have known better than to taunt them.
Now that he was free - freer - Vivian pulled back his hood, closed his eyes and raised his face to the sun. It felt so wonderful. He knew he could only face it for a minute at maximum, and even then he'd still burn a little, but it was bright and it was beautiful. If he had been human he would have loved to bask in the light. He took in a deep breath and pulled his hood back over his pale face. His eyes even fluttered a moment as the smells hit him. They were so strong he could even taste them.
With his eyes closed, Vivian led himself to the front door by smell, taste and sound alone. There were animals, mice, trees, flowers, fruits and even some sort of lake all releasing their scents into the air. And there was the castle itself, made of stone with so many different inhabitants it was hard to pick one species from another. One thing was for sure though, there were no other aswang nearby. Half way down the driveway he spread his arms wide and spun around. There was nobody around, nobody to order him what to do or mock him for his acts of freedom. He started to laugh and looked out at the blurred shapes dancing around him. His hair, which dangled to the bottom of his shoulder blades, flew out as his hood fell back and spun around him like a halo, catching the light. Vivian just laughed. This place was like magic itself. Whoever the headmistresses were, they were great. He hadn't even met them and already he had so much to be grateful for. He was humbled by their kindness - and they had accepted him to receive it. He didn't know how he'd caught their eyes or what he'd done to deserve this but there must have been something. He must have done something or been someone they approved of.
The aswang's eyes fluttered open when his soft shoes bumped against the front steps of Trinity Castle. He'd been following the sound of his feet crunching the stones underfoot. The smell of the stone building was overpowering here and he could hear the muffled sounds of conversation inside. Vivian lowered his eyes to the ground and went back to being meek and humble. He was standing straight and proper but his gaze never left the ground about a metre in front of him. He was still a slave, after all. He moved one hand behind his back and the other across his abdomen, as he had been taught as a small child. If it wasn't for how he kept his head lower one could be excused for thinking he was some sort of proper gentleman. He hesitated a moment. He was always afraid of meeting his new masters. For a moment he wondered if this was some sort of trick to raise his hopes, but he pushed it away as he pushed the large front door open -
And was greeted by the most luxurious marble foyers he'd ever seen. There was a group of people talking but he didn't approach, thinking it rude. Instead he walked slowly through the room so they could summon him if they wished to do so. They didn't.
Vivian made his way over tot he annexes first. He peeked through the pages and stopped at his own page. The amount of information in there made him very uncomfortable indeed. The warehouse had that much information about him? They were giving it freely to people? The thought chilled Vivian to the bones and he stepped away. He closed the book, not wanting to see more. He placed his hand on his chest as he felt the quickening. So much information... what if he was found out? What if others had this information too? The slave retreated and searched out some place he could feel comfortable.
At first Vivian tried his room, but one look at it overwhelmed him. It was so vast, so ornate, so familiar. It was like stepping into a history book and coming out in his very own province of France. So much detail had gone into his room. It had everything from the music box on the chest of drawers to the pastel coloured drapes. There was the smell of freshly cut flowers and the feel of a soft breeze ruffling his clothing. Vivian walked about the room in a state of awe, too afraid to touch anything or even get too close. He suddenly felt embarrassed by his attire. It had been so long since he'd had a good bath or even changed his clothes. He didn't even have another set of clothing to change into. He was in no fit state to receive a room like this. Even though nobody was there, he flushed with embarrassment. He felt as though he should wash himself outside before being allowed to use such a magnificent bathtub. After only being in there a few minutes the slave retreated into the hallway. There was no need for him to stay in there. Nothing in the room belonged to him and he had no luggage to unpack. Technically the ladies of Trinity Castle even owned his clothes.
There was one place he could always find sanctuary: the library. Once there he removed his cloak and the capelet he wore to protect himself from the sun and hung them on the hat stand in the corner. He still kept his gloves and scarf on but he wore them for other reasons too. For a moment he just stood there, taking in the silence and the scents. It was a very light room and very modern too. There were so many peculiar objects on the shelves amongst the books. Vivian found himself wanting to study each and every one of them, along with many of the books. Silently, he began wandering aimlessly through the bookshelves. He didn't dare touch the books without permission but he felt quite calm as he walked among the library's many tomes. Sometimes he'd lean in closer so he could read their spines and trail his fingers barely an inch from them. One in particular caught his eye, a book on English folklore. He stood up straight and looked up at it, hesitating as to whether he should touch it or not.
About half an hour later he was back from the bathroom of his quarters. His face, neck and hands were freshly scrubbed so well that his skin was soft and red. He'd made good work of washing between his fingers, behind his ears, up to his elbows and down his neck. He had to wash his long, white gloves so he left them drying over one of the towel racks. Now that he was clean enough to touch the book, he delicately opened the front cover and gently turned each of the pages one at a time. As he read deeper into it an almost tranquil smile played across his face. Without even thinking on what he was doing he began to walk through the isles with his face so close to the book his nose touched the pages as he turned them. Occasionally his lips would twitch as he read or he'd give a quiet laugh. Within ten minutes he was quite lost within its pages. Someone could have struck him over the back of the head and he wouldn't have noticed until his face hit those dry, crisp pages. It was so good to feel those pages under his clean, bare skin. He even ran his finger down the side of the page as he read, finding comfort in their touch.
OOC: I've totally forgotten what I needed to write into this post.
EDIT: Aw, crud. Sorry about the length. T.T  Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 7:11 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 5:27 pm
Respeh Shati Shai
"The Void Snake" Respeh however suddenly slithered into the library one again and replaced the books he had taken. He peered over at a girl at a table reading. Must be her.... he slithered over and shifted into his more human form before leaning down to look at the girl . He looked into her eyes "Heterochroma..." he said as a way to explain her eyes "You must be Kenji correct?" he asked her in a low voice.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 6:04 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 6:53 pm
Respeh Shati Shai
"The Void Snake" Respeh nodded "I thought so. I don't see many people with heterochroma eyes." he said and looked at her "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Respeh Shati Shai. It's nice to meet you Kenji." he said and held out a hand. He gave a small, warm smile to calm her a little. She was obviously feeling a little frightened but Respeh was a very creepy person.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 7:46 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 8:23 pm
Respeh Shati Shai
"The Void Snake" Respeh took a seat "Well, I recently acquired what people in this castle call a "pet"." he said "And I was told I was to look for a girl with a medical condition that causes her eyes to remain two different colors as well as two marks on her cheek and a somewhat childish appearance." he said "I'm surprised you didn't notice that when I knew your name without the need to ask it.." he only smiled though "If I'm correct, I'm your master..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 10:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 10:34 pm
Respeh Shati Shai
"The Void Snake" Respeh stared at her and chuckled "Why of course not dear. There is more to a being than their eyes, their looks, or even their speech." he told her. He shrugged "In my time, I've seen many things and met many people your eyes are trivial and should not be a crutch you." he said "In fact, they are quite interesting and beautiful."
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 1:33 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 1:24 pm
Respeh Shati Shai
"The Void Snake" Respeh chuckled a bit and stared at her for a moment "Many can't tell the difference as the marks are common enough to nekos but I noticed the tail.' he said and crossed his arms. He only shrugged "But your appearance is rather refreshing in all honesty. It sets you apart from everyone and that's a good thing."
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 10:07 pm
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