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 Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2016 9:42 am
 The samurai ignored the offered hand and got out of the cage before standing up.''Tsk....Jin is fine.'' he said,straightening his yukata.He followed the male,listening to him talk.The samurai found the male annoying and troublesome.He had no idea why the male seemed to like him so much.He remained quiet as he followed the male.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2016 9:48 am
  Warlock~Master~Caring As the warlock walked through the doors he motioned Jin to the limo with grace. His smile followed all of his property slowly as the got in the vehicle one by one. " Well then let us go home then," Magnis climbed into the back of the limo and adjusted himself comfortably next to the new man in his life. The warlock smiled as he pondered the night and watched the building flash by as the driver took him home. (OOC: Exits)
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2017 10:59 pm
☽Jax☾ Jax had been stuck in this hell hole for around 7 months, he was not as popular as he once had been, the more favored pet as it seemed to be were the ones with an attitude or perfect chiseled features, even child like pets were more favored than him. Jax walked in a circle in his cage throwing around his hat in a bored manor. The shop owner seemed to become irritated with him and his lack of care for how buyers saw him. He was probably the most average looking pet in the shop.
Jax sat down in his cage now and tipped his hat over his face, he leaned his back on the bars and crossed his arms over his chest, another thing that got him in trouble. The pets here could not hid themselves while buyers were in the shop or during shop hours, this is how little Jax cared about things now, he didnt care about being punished about being beaten.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2017 11:14 pm
"You better choose carefully Cause I, I’m capable of anything Of anything and everything." 
Elena Clearwater
After months of searching she had finally found him. She had gone to warehouse after warehouse, enduring the confused glares and annoyed insults of traders and masters alike. No one could understand why she was so adamant about finding her old slave, but no one wanted to help her either. And as much as she wanted help, she couldn't tell any of them why she needed to find this slave, lest it become dangerous for him or her. There were issues that needed to be addressed. But most of all, she needed to make right the wrong she'd done. So in agony and heartbreak she'd searched until finally she got wind of another place to search.
The witch was dressed in a emerald dress that went to her ankles, but around her neck she wore a powerful amulet, that glowed with a crimson aura. Her hair was down and loose , and her feet covered in simple flats. She walked around the warehouse, searching through the cells until finally a pose of one slave struck her interest, and seemed very familiar. She went towards the cell until she could nearly touch him, though she refrained. It took every ounce of restraint she had. "Jax?" She said softly, not really wanting everyone in the warehouse to hear her. But she had to be absolutely sure. No other could replace the person she was searching for, but she desperately hoped that this was he. That after so long, she'd finally found him.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2017 11:24 pm
☽Jax☾ Jax sat waiting for his punishment it was really the only thing he had going for him right now in this warehouse. The shop owner was about to come over to his cage and take him in the back when Elena approached. Leaned back on the bars Jax made a face under his hat, did he hear what he thought he heard, his name, but in that voice that voice he couldn't forget. Jax lifted his hat up revealing his face to her, and her face to him. His eyes brightened up when he saw her. He stood up and moved to the bars in front of her. "Elena? Are you real or am i dreaming?" he asked he hoped he wasnt dreaming "Im sorry for what ever i did to anger you months ago im sorry, ill do anything i can to make it up to you i swear." he didnt exactly speak in a hush tone but also didn't shout his words to the world.
"Ill do what ever is needed of me and more, i can't stand it in here, the most exciting part of my day is being beaten by that man." he said and pointed to the man behind the counter. He was and average height man, but not of average strength and was also so mix breed of who knows what kind of creatures. "Iv beaten myself up on what happened months ago, tell me please what i did." he seemed sort of like a puppy begging to be let out of his cage.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2017 11:29 pm
"You better choose carefully Cause I, I’m capable of anything Of anything and everything."
Elena Clearwater
Okay so this wasn't how she wanted to do this. She went to the cage and got much closer, lowering her voice. "You didn't do anything wrong. I was confused and overwhelmed and I took it out on you. I'm sorry. But, we can't talk any more about it in front of everyone, its too dangerous. Please come home." She felt horrible about the whole thing, but she also had to protect her child. If anyone knew her child was half slave, it could go very badly. She was a pureblooded witch, and her own coven would be extremely angry , even though she resigned from the coven years ago. None of that mattered. The community would be outraged, and some would demand the child go into slavery as well. To protect her child's reputation and freedom she had to be careful about what she said and did in public. "Now let's get you out of here." She stepped away and went to the brute, pulling out the money in pure stones. Mostly emeralds. She preferred them recently. "I want him. But if you touch him again, I will curse you so that all of your children from this point on sprout horns and bark like dogs." And she could do it, and she meant every word.
The man paled and went to let Jax out as quickly as he could, more than a little afraid of what the woman would do if he failed in this task. She smiled. "Good boy." She said to the man, as if he were a dog. To her, he was. She had feelings for Jax, but he was the only one who got that sort of reaction from her. The rest of these people were enemies. She had to remember that.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2017 11:44 pm
☽Jax☾ Jax nodded at Elena, though he did want to know more and as soon as possible. He watched her walk to the man and in her way order him to open his cage. Jax grabbed his chain necklace of the floor of the cage and slid it on before his door was open. he stepped out and tipped his hat to the man. putting on his best 'pet face' he looked at Elena "I am ready to leave now miss." he said and crossed his arms behind his back and walked with her. He looked at her up and down, he really like in in green, i mean it was his favorite color, as it was the color of most every plant and he did love the outdoors. He was almost as excited to see the outdoors and bee out in the open with fresh air as he was to see Elena again after so long.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 9:21 pm
"Some Get Drunk On Demon Rum...
...Some Get Drunk On Glory"
 ☬Zander Maddox☬ Mood: Theme: Blood On My NameWearing:Old worn shirt, and Old worn leather pants Tattoos: On His BackZander being an old fashioned man never thought he would be here, where he is today in this warehouse. He was not one to have servant or others to do things for him, thats what a wife was for not a stranger. Zander opened the door with one hand a bell ringing at the top and stepped inside his steps heavy. Zander was a man you see very few of today, he was tall, buff, and rugged. He was not one of those slender muscular guys, or the men who grew beards to look manly, he was a true blood man, a viking. Zander walked around the warehouse his face was stone, cold, no expression. His steps seemed almost to echo in the now silent place. His presence brought an odd feeling to the room, a feeling of dread, or pain maybe. He looked threw the cages one by one never getting close to them nor giving the ones in the cage more than a few seconds of his time. They all seemed so young and frail to him, something that was not suitable for him. He needed someone older, stronger, someone who wouldn't get their feelings hurt if he raised his voice. For being a first time buyer he was very picky. Something else odd about him was his attire, something that looked like it was from the middle ages. He refused to wear what men wore now a days. Scars could also be seen on his arms one larger than the rest and a few on his face. He was a man who had seen many wars and fought many battles, his most recent battle he seemed to be losing, trying to live in the modern world was horrible something he was not ment to do.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 9:34 pm
 ❤ Arya Louve ❤
The scent of the male wafted towards her cage and she looked up, the collar around her neck dragging along the floor. Unlike most of the others, she wasn't young or fragile. She bore many scars from various fights and punishments, because she refused to do as she was asked. Stubborn was not the right word. Spiteful and willful were more accurate. She despised the cruelty and arrogance of the traders and their jailers. And she was more than happy to deny them obedience. But it was what earned her the collar at her neck and its attachment to the floor. They seemed to think she would attack if given the chance. They aren't wrong.
Catching a whiff of the male, she tilted her a head a bit to the side. His attire was odd, but she supposed she couldn't really say much. Most of the slaves were wearing odd items as well. Some barely covered at all. But then again, I suppose they don't allot much to clothing or food for us. Why bother with the cost? They were just slaves, after all. She relaxed a bit, though she was annoyed by the endless whimpering of those around her. Had they not learned by now that their tears and crying would earn them nothing but more sorrow or beatings? They certainly wouldn't get a more kind master because of it. They wouldn't get freedom because they wallowed in their own misery. She'd been a slave for long enough to know that freedom didn't come just because you wished for it.
 Dancing bears,
painted wings.
Things I almost remember
And a song someone sings
one upon a december
Someone holds me safe and warm,
Horses peace through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
across my memory.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 9:47 pm
"Some Get Drunk On Demon Rum...
...Some Get Drunk On Glory"
☬Zander Maddox☬ Mood: Curious Theme: Blood On My NameWearing:Old worn shirt, and Old worn leather pants Tattoos: On His BackZander was becoming bored with all of these pets being the same, sad, whimpering, trying to grab at his feet. He was becoming bored and about to leave but walked past Arya's cage. he stopped a little bit past her before he took a few steps back and looked at her. This one, this one did not lay on the floor and beg, or whimper. she stood tall, she was not young and frail but a woman. He turned his whole body to face her now looking her up and down more closely.
"Why are you chained to the floor."
He spoke in a raspy voice his accent was familiar but was not quiet from one location, seeming like it was British mixed with something else maybe. He wanted to know more about this woman, perhaps after looking for such a short time he would bring someone back to his home, to take care of his home while he was out hunting and scouting the land. His body language seemed to change as he shifted his weight to one side, he was thinking, thinking of taking her home. But first his question must be answered.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 9:56 pm
❤ Arya Louve ❤
She smiled at him, but the smile was different. It said that she was not ashamed of the reason she was chained. "It is a punishment. They think that if they chain me I will not attack them. And they think I will feel shame for not being obedient to them." She tilted her head a little. "I feel little need to be obedient to someone who would beat a child or starve them." She could handle much, but truthfully, they would get more obedience out of her, if they would treat the other slaves better. They mostly had shifters here right now , but shifters need meat. Right now most of it is rotting. That makes them very ill. Arya could stomach it, after years of adjusting, but she grew tired of watching the young ones nearly die from it, and become violently ill. It made her angry. She was their elder, and no elder enjoyed watching young ones be tormented.
"They fear what they cannot control." She was stronger then them and they knew it. Even with the lack of food they gave her, her lycan form was larger than that of a full grown full. She could easily kill a human man. Their strength was being able to control and cage her. Being able to make her afraid was their best bet, but they had failed in that. Miserably so. And since she'd not been successful with any previous master before, she was at risk of simply spending the rest of her life , however long that might be, in the warehouse. But that really didn't matter to her. But she had to admit. This male smelled good. And he doesn't look like the mortals who live in the modern world. She wasn't a fan of modern things. They confused her. Because of her age and time spent in cages, she wasn't comfortable with modern things. They were foreign to her.
Her own accent, like his, was different. But hers had a faint Irish tilt to it, but it was mostly faded. She had been very young when she was taken so her own accent was almost completely gone, and now she had almost no accent at all, though it was still there if one listened closely enough. She still remember songs and dances from her childhood, though she had no idea from where they came. "Why? Don't you think it looks pretty? It is partially made of silver." She smiled a bit at that.
Dancing bears,
painted wings.
Things I almost remember
And a song someone sings
one upon a december
Someone holds me safe and warm,
Horses peace through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
across my memory.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 10:11 pm
"Some Get Drunk On Demon Rum...
...Some Get Drunk On Glory"
☬Zander Maddox☬ Mood: Curious Theme: Blood On My NameWearing:Old worn shirt, and Old worn leather pants Tattoos: On His Back
"A punishment. What are you?"He was not one to just dilly dally with conversation he wanted to know things, he was straight forward with it. Zander was faintly reminded of his wife with this women, she too was not easily broken, she was a wild one, a wild one who stayed with him and his stubbornness. Zander scent may have smelled like a human but there was something off about it, something almost sour, his curse letting those who couldn't see he was cursed know he was. He looked around at the others and then at the warehouse owners. The owners sort of shuffled back at his cold stair till he turned his attention back to the woman. "If a child does not listen they should be punished for what they did, so they learn."This response made it more obvious he was very, very old fashioned. He had punished his son back when he had one, he punished his son till his son became as strong as him. But people back then were also much stronger and could take punishment. He then raised an eyebrow at her comment They fear what they cannot controle He then very slightly chuckled the first bit of some what emotion to appear, was when she commented about her collar. "I think something less bulky would be better suited."He crossed his large arms across his chest, contemplating if he should bring this woman home, how does he know she wont try to kill him; to no avail, and run back to where she came from.
"If i bring you back with me will you try to run? or try to kill me?"
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 10:21 pm
 ❝ ｓｔａｙ ｗｉｌｄ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx█ █ ☽☾ ʑeek ☾ ☽ █ █____________________________________________________ ｍｏｏｎ ｃｈｉｌｄ ❞
Zeek was oddly no stranger to this place, he had only recently been brought to this new life of his but was already in and out of many homes, mistress' and masters thinking he was one thing but then becoming something different when taken home, trying to escape, back to his home back to his people. He was sat in the back in a chair chained at the neck and hand, the chain hanging from the ceiling. He was starved like most others here, and beaten. Dare he make a wrong move his neck would be punctured by the collar he wore, and down he would fall. Zeek would cuss and spit at the owners if they came near him, as well as try to kick at them. This was no place for him a gypsy child, a werewolf gypsy child. His kind was not looked kindly upon so he was cheap and also not advertised as a gypsy just a werewolf. That was one reason he was brought back he would reveal to his new owners he was in fact a gypsy. Zeek sat awaiting his next poor victim who would no doubtly bring him back after learning his little secret.
"I hope you get shut down for false advertising you greasy little Cad."
Zeek was also full of old timey insults so if someone did keep him they had that to look forward to. Zeek kicked at the dirt with his foot while he waited the worst part of this place was how hot it was and if Zeek had an itch he had no way of scratching it. He may have been exhausted from constant beating but he would never turn down a chance to insult some people.
Mood:Angry Wearing:Jeans and Boots Theme: Drink The WaterTattoo: One
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 10:23 pm
❤ Arya Louve ❤
She touched the chain and her fingers burned , and she pulled them up after a moment. "Lycan, but I am old enough to control myself." She assured him. Only the young couldn't control their impulses. She was a natural born too, so no issues there. "A child should only be punished if the crime was of their own doing. You shouldn't starve a child then blame them when they cry because their belly aches." She'd seen many die from starvation. She moved slightly, standing in the cage, though she couldn't go far. They'd made it so the couldn't reach the bars anymore. He seemed eager to know if she would kill or run. It was a fair question. "I only do what is first done to me. If you try to attack me I will fight back. If I try to kill me I will do the same. But I have no where to run to." She'd been taken as a child. She had no idea what pack she was from and many packs were nomadic, so trying to find them was extremely difficult. She wasn't suicidal. Besides, if he wasn't trying to kill her and wasn't beaten her, than survival was better than anything. And it was better than living in this cage and hell.
She looked over towards the jailers who stared at her carefully. "Oh come now, don't be jealous. You know you have my affection." They glared at her and she couldn't help but smile about it. They bared scars from her just as she did from them. It had been a game for awhile until they'd finally given her the collar and chained it to the floor. They tried to avoid given the mixed silver collar because it scarred. But her value was already reduced because of her troublesome nature, so it wasn't a big deal to collar her. And she made it impossible to resist giving it to her. "I do tend to keep coyotes and wild wolves away though." She shrugged. They didn't tend to want to mess with lycans.
Dancing bears,
painted wings.
Things I almost remember
And a song someone sings
one upon a december
Someone holds me safe and warm,
Horses peace through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
across my memory.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 10:54 pm
"Some Get Drunk On Demon Rum...
...Some Get Drunk On Glory"
☬Zander Maddox☬ Mood: Curious Theme: Blood On My NameWearing:Old worn shirt, and Old worn leather pants Tattoos: On His BackZander stepped back a bit still contemplating. he shifted his arms down sticking his thumbs in his waist band and looked her up and down once more. This was a woman he could see in his home, in his sanctuary away from this modern world. "Unlock her." His voice stern, cold, the same as his gaze that shifted to the men that worked here. These two; Zander and Arya, were like a storm of fear for the shop keeps. One the shop keeps knew what she was capable of the other they did not know, he was a dark cloud of mystery and now they were to leave the shop together and live together. If he had found her back in his own time they could have ruled all of the land, all who tried to face agents him would be struck with fear with such a woman by his side.
"You try to harm her, this shop will need new keeps." He didn't say if he would do anything but was sure if they tried anything she would attack and Zander had no business in helping them if she did. He pulled something out of his pocket, it looked like an amulet, the amulet had a symbol similar to his tattoo on it,it was once his wife's it was something his people did to show who was apart of what family.
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