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StellaLuna SkyWind Captain
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 Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 2:47 pm
  Descending was always one of the most interesting parts about flying. You could do it gently and glide down to the ground, or, you could do it recklessly and abruptly tuck your wings in, until the very last second before you hit ground, much like a bomb being dropped from the sky. That was how this large dragon preferred his landings. Exhilarating and sudden. And so, dropping from the sky, the heavy dragon began his descent, plummeting towards the green patch of grass in front of the well known house. If anyone had been close enough to see him fall, they probably would have been alarmed for their safety, and that of the house. After all, it was not every day that one got to see a large maroon form plunge down from the heavens to land very smoothly among the ground. With a smile, as the grass grew nearer and nearer, Renier went as far as to tuck his body tighter to increase his speed and continue his dangerous descent towards the ground. To others, it would look like he was crash as the time passed. Fifty feet, then forty, then twenty-five, ten, eight, and that was when he unfurled his wings and shifted, still midair. True, the drop would probably seriously maim a human, but he was no human. He was a dragon, so as he fell, he didn’t even do as much as stumble. His feet hit the ground, and he took a few running steps forward before taking a normal walking pace once more. He was fully clothed, his jacket catching the gentle breeze behind him, even as he looked up at the house, full of windows and rooms that held beings that could potentially be his companion. After all, the house was known for its merchandise so he knew that he would definitely find what he was looking for once he was inside.
Reaching the porch of the house, he dusted himself off, before knocking, then entering the house. After all, he had an appointment, and he would not be late to begin the selection process. The woman of the house was a ravishing beauty. She didn’t even look harried with the slew of other customers he knew must have been inside the house, not to mention all the little slaves that hid behind the walls and doors in rooms, awaiting their Masters and Mistresses to come and save them. After all, only a Master or Mistress could save them from this sort of confinement. Not that the rooms were bad. This house, in particular, took excellent care of it’s merchandise, even when they were being rotten and nasty. Ren smirked, looking to the dark-haired Mistress of the house. He even went as far as to do an informal bow to show his gratitude for his appointment and being let inside. After all, being kind and polite to the lady of the house was the only way he was going to get what he wanted, was it not? He smiled, making pleasantries with her, and inquiring about unbroken slaves, learning the system of the house, and seeing a few faces in files that he would adore having as his companions. A few struck his interest immediately, and he promised himself he would look, and potentially walk away with one. He would not walk out empty handed. No And when he wanted something, he usually got it, even if it meant putting up a good fight for it. He knew that there would be no besmirching this house, so if there was another Master in his way, he would have to find a creative way to point them in another direction. After all, fighting would be the quickest way to be denied business transactions for now, and in the future. He had no plans of burning bridges like that anytime soon.
Once he had spoken to the Beautiful Mistress Pallas and gotten her permission to look through the house, keeping the room numbers holding certain slaves in mind, he began his walk through the house. He heard sounds from behind doors. Some whisperings, and mutterings, to others that were louder. There were even some bangs, which he assumed were more rebellious slaves having some sort of tantrum. He smiled gleefully, wondering if his choice of slave would throw things around as well. That would not be accepted in his household. He would not allow anyone to destroy his treasures. He would simply have to put in line the pet that he took home. After all, he knew it would be a female. And he knew he would be getting someone willful with good humor. So why would he expect that they would want to go so willingly? He wasn’t sure, but he knew rules would be immediately set down. He wouldn’t allow his things to get broken. Clearly upon the second floor of the house, the dragon prowled through the hallways. He was getting closer, as he watched the numbers click off through the doors, his anticipation turned to bliss. He picked up speed, walking briskly down the hallway. There was a woman here he wanted to see, and he would surely take her if she pleased him enough. He had not limited his choices, of course, but if he was pleased upon the first meeting, he might just walk out of the place with the woman. A smile on his face, she saw the number and reached for the door, about to turn the knob, when he heard voices. Not one voice, but two, from behind the door.
The dragon entered the room, and looked at the two parties involved. There was a man in this room already, one that spoke of being this female’s Master. But that couldn’t be! He had not paid, otherwise the Pallas Mistress would have removed the file of the girl! He looked over at the beauty. Raven hair fell around a fine skinned face. Garnets set in the place of eyes, alluring and beautiful, the curvature of her body was delightful just to look at. Reiner smirked, and then frowned looking at the male in the room. Blonde hair, green eye, and horns. The male must have been some sort of demon. He smelled like one. It was a certain burnt magic smell that came with all demons. Instead, he looked to the woman on the bed once more, hearing her question why the demon male would want her as a slave, because she was lazy. The dragon smirked. She would not be lazy in his household. There was no way one could be lay with the amount of walking that was necessary to get form place to place. Not to mention all the fixtures and things he had in his place. He looked at the demon male, assessing him with mere eyes. He was certain if it had come to a physical fight, Reiner would have won hands down. However, a physical fighting with the Pallas house was forbidden. He’d simply have to get crafty with things. This woman, he had not even spoke with yet And he wanted to speak with her, without this male’s interference. He gave a gentle snort, crossing his arms over his chest. He could be diplomatic, but being stubborn was so much more fun.
”This woman is not your slave yet, demon. Her file is still in the hands of the Mistress of this house. You have not paid for her. Therefore, she is still free game to all those who wish to see her, as well as those who wish to take her for their own. And I wish to speak to her as well, Demon. For she may be my companion in the future. So do not tell her lies about owning her already, when it is clear, that you do not.” He looked to the female on the bed and smiled. She was dresses exquisitely as well. He had heard her say her name was Rune, and it suited her. Something so exotic and delicate as a rune should have been coveted. She would do well among his treasures, existing as one of them, and she seemed as though she would make a good companion as well. He smiled. ”Pretty Rune…” he hadn’t been the best talking with women, not even around Aria, who he had grown up with, but this was different. He would take what he wanted. ”A demon might use you for things you wish not to be used for… and besides he is soft. You can tell from his features. Why would someone like you wish to go with someone as soft as he? Do you wish to break him in a day’s time? They will only cart you back here. You can not break him and gain freedom. You should find someone worth fighting with, not to mention someone who can fight for you if necessary.” He looked down his nose at this strange demon. He did not look as if he would treasure this fine beauty. Not like Reiner himself would. And he would not let the female go so easily without a fight. He wasn’t sure why he was so captivated, but he didn’t want to be the losing party in this battle.
OOC: Hope you guys don't mind if i cut in D:
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 1:01 am
  How terrible it was to travel during the day. It was absolutely despicable to be out in the sun. The pale skinned woman would have much rather been traveling at night, but there were strange human schedules that had to be adhered to, even by those who were immortal and nocturnal both. It was quite distressing at times to be an immortal who dwelt primarily in the darkness, as the sun was always a bother, even though many claimed that it was indeed a beautiful sight to behold indeed. Instead, the ruby-orbed female cast her eyes towards the ground, hissing her irritation as she held the parasol close about her head. He gloved hand held the gentle curve of the parasol tenderly, as any high-bred woman would. However, the patron beneath the lacy black canopy was anything but a highly bred woman. No. in society, she would be burned at the stake for witchcraft most likely. As it turned out, the woman holding the parasol was a well known demon. She was not famous enough to have her name down in the history books of the humans and demi-immortals, but she was still in high enough standing to be known by name, and in some cases, mere appearance. Calista Reverence was not a simple soul to be trifled with. She was a deadly female who had penchant to kill anything on sight that she didn’t like. That included the blasted sun that was raining down on her delicate skin and overheating her under the layers of silks and petticoats that made up her gown. The feathers around her neck shortened considerably to be naught more than a wreath choker around the delicate skin of her neck. It would cause her no trouble today while she traveled in the heat, otherwise she would become cross and painfully pluck each and every appendage from her neck.
She had chosen to come during the day, because it was more favorable to meet Athena under these conditions. To most, if not all that dwelt inside the walls of Pallas estate, including those who visited as patrons and business dealers, Athena was known as Mistress Pallas, the wealthy slave holder and dealer that owned the Pallas estate and all of its business. Exclusive to Calista, she was known as Athena, as the two were great friends and saw things rather swimmingly. Athena had even gone as far as to let Calista know she had received merchandize of interest. That could only mean one thing to the ruby-order demoness. A beast. It was something that Calista had been waiting for. She had been to the estate on several occasions searching for something quite specific, always leaving unsatisfied. There had never been the specific beat that she was looking for. Instead, it was a simple mortal or a gaggle of supernatural beings. There were never any beasts, and she did so love her beloved beasts. She missed the days when her purpose was to train them to listen to her commands. She had needed them then, when she had been lonely. They had given her purpose, but since the wars no longer brewed beneath the surfaces, she had no further need to train beasts. Not as a profession anyways. And if she was not using her profession to train beasts, then she was simply not training beasts. It was not as if she had a stable, or even a clutch of pets. No. They all belonged to others. She had only been permitted to see them temporarily. She had never had a beast of her own. She wanted one, and this summon would mean she would finally get what she was after, and the very thought of the possibilities touched her to her core with excitement.
With a small smile, the demoness finally entered the sanctuary of the Estate. She crisply shut her parasol and removed her gloves, slipping the smaller of the two into her pocket, while she left the parasol to the man just inside the door. Weapons were not permitted within the premises, and she would not wish to be seen as a troublemaker. She would follow all of the rules Athena set for her home. After all, she was only a guest, even if they were friends. It would be impolite to trespass on such hospitality. She smiled briefly as the cooler air found her neck and stroked the feathers there. They extended to finger length, taking in the coolness inside the house, as well as the lack of sun. She smiled, feeling much more refreshed now that she was not cooking directly under the terribly glare of the sun. She made quick work of finding her friend, shaking hands and making pleasantries. The beautiful demi-goddess refreshed Calista’s memory, telling her of door numbers, and where the potential choice could be found. Calista shook the woman’s hand eagerly and was off into the halls, heading towards the room that housed her future companion. The endless hallways and doors seemed to be nothing but simple guides. She saw guards stationed here and there. Heard voices from behind closed doors. The guards were even escorting a raven-haired female who looked particularly disheveled, as if she had been in some sort of altercation maybe with herself? She didn’t trust the sanity of all these enslaves beings. There was a brown haired male stalking behind the guarded female, until he passed them completely. Calista stopped paying attention as she drew closer and closer to the correct door.
When she stopped in front of the correct door. She stopped herself form simply bolting in. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she took the knob I her hand and opened the door. She entered briskly, the skirts of her gown swishing with her movement. Her ruby eyes found the form of a large wolf laying upon the floor. Her eyes took on a light all their own as her excitement got the better of her. Ruby lips curved up into a smile and she strode forward, moving to the best and looking him over. He was truly a fabulous specimen. ”Beautiful…” She reached out tentatively to touch the wolf, and then reveled in the feel. He would not so easily escape her. This beast was exciting to her. She picked up on tail and began examining the wolf’s body with great scrutiny. Her eyes would not miss anything>S he would see everything that this wolf had physically attributed to himself. She would document it in her mind, and then she would steal this wolf away, pay the sum Athena wanted for him, and they would be back to her home. There was no doubt in her mind that she would capture this prize for her own. She took the wolf’s muzzle, unafraid of his actions as she looked him over. ”Beast… you are a lovely creature.. I should think I would take you home with me. And I hope you can behave.. if you can’t, I will certainly teach you do so” She smiled looking over the wolf. She would let no other have him. He was hers, whether he desired it or not.
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StellaLuna SkyWind Captain
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StellaLuna SkyWind Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 2:43 am
   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.
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 9:32 am
  The room was stuffy and without a breeze. It might have been partially cool with the artificial air that was created and brought into the room through vents, but it was not the freshness of the outdoors. The air was stale. The sun was muted through glass panes, and he was trapped inside. Multi-hued eyes looked out the window desperately for the green beyond. Why was he stuck inside this strange place? Because he had seen terrible humans trade coin for him. They had sold him when he had tried to protest. He knew what selling was. He knew that the humans did it, and it was a sort of trade that was binding. He knew he also couldn’t’ escape this room although his purpose was meant to be outside. All his charges were in danger now that he could not go out and protect those he was created to guard. The men who had laughed at him and brought him here would destroy the young saplings, and even the elder trees that had given him shade and a home. The animals that dwelt within the forests would run and flee, taking a mass exodus to other parts of the woods until there was nowhere else for them to go, and the humans took to hunting them as well. He hated hunters. Just as much as he hated the men who came with their tools to hack and saw at his charges. He heard their cries. The terrible screams. And he hated all of it, but for now, there was nothing he could do. He was trapped inside this strange room with its false, stale air, and its muted sunlight.
Closing his eyes, he went to the door, again, trying to speak to the wood that kept him inside the room. Try and strain as he did, he couldn’t reach the other side, and it saddened him. He couldn’t hear the voice in the wood, for all life within had been taken and killed. Green hair rose with an invisible touch as he tried, straining against the strange circle of material around his neck. He knew that it was preventing him from tapping into his energy, otherwise he would have grown plants, leaves, vines and more all over the room. He would have escaped by now. He was not a violent person unless he had to be. But he could walk away peacefully as long as the green life was allowed to live. He would have no problem simply throwing away all the weapons as long as the trees and grass and animals of the woods were allowed to remain safe. But he was not there to defend them or plead their case, so he sat, his heart breaking at his lack of dutiful work. He couldn’t do his life’s mission if he was not allowed out of the confinements of this room, so he waited and waited. He had heard others say that someone had to come for him if he wanted to escape. That he should do his best to be “presentable”. He assumed that meant something along the lines of pleading his case, just as he didn’t to the humans who came into his forest with tools of destruction. He would just tell them where he stood, and hopefully, they would let him out of this prison. That had to be it, right? That had to be hope he would get out.
He slumped by the door, looking at the strange clothing he had been given to wear. He would have much preferred things more natural, but if the person who was supposed to free him would like these clothing, than he would wear them so he could get back to his tasks. Closing his eyes and leaning his head against the wall, he began speaking, hoping someone would hear him plead his case. ”I don’t mean any harm. Just let me go. Come and find me and take me back to my forest. My charges need me. I must complete my tasks. You cannot keep me in here forever. I must go back and do what work I must. Please don’t let them cull all my charges. Slaughter is a sin. You cannot let sin overtake everything. Please. I’ll do what I must. Just let them be safe. Release me so I can free them.” he wasn’t even sure who he was talking to, but he wanted someone to hear him and free him. He needed to go protect the earth. He just hoped that someone would be able to understand what he knew in his heart to be true. He needed to go protect the earth like he was meant to do. He couldn’t do that sitting and waiting. So he hoped someone would come soon.
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StellaLuna SkyWind Captain
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StellaLuna SkyWind Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 10:30 pm
  Troublesome, it was day time, and the sun was beating down upon his skin even through the coat that he wore, which made it stifling to walk around, and terribly uncomfortable to lounge in. But of course, he would not abandon his coat. It was quite practical and he enjoyed the statement he made with it very much, Same with the gloves, and the spike of his hair. Every element of his appearance was carefully calculated and meticulously handled so that he shone with perfection. His boots were laced evenly, his pants were crisp, without a wrinkle in sight. All buckles and wisps were fastened tightly in their correct notches, his glasses sat perfectly perched on the bridge of his nose. He kept his face carefully neutral as he walked with an even stride, his long legs carrying him gracefully, almost as if he were gliding across the grass and entry towards Pallas Manor. He knew what was inside. He knew what he was looking for, and what he could handle, if it was not exact. He simply hoped that he would find an exact match. He’d turned over tons of calculations just to be certain that his odds were indeed great, and that his matching would b simple if he weight in the materials, colors, and charms. He’d done plenty of equations and scenarios, running each through twice to make sure that all the data he’d collected and placed together would be correct. Otherwise, there would be no point in coming to find a match. If he was incompatible with the person he chose, the experience would be a letdown, and that simply wasn’t going to happen. Even if he had to reconfigure some random elements outside of himself, he would make sure that everything went precisely according to his plan.
Moving to the door, he gingerly handled the knob and strode inside gracefully as he had glided across the lawn. He knew appearance were pretty much everything. He knew what he was looking for. He strode directly into the office of the Pallas woman, greeted her politely, and made sure he handled what he needed, telling her exactly what he was looking for, and not wasting her time with potentials. There seemed to be one optimum candidate for what he was searching for, and he was going to take that chance that no one else was interested in this pretty candidate. After all, he highly doubted that anyone else would match up in as many points as he did to this selected piece of merchandise. With a curt nod, and the proper words of dismissal and thanks, the sandy haired incubus was walking from the office and towards the stairs. The carpeting hushed the clipped sound of his boots, and he continued forward, down the hall, counting the doors to pass the time, and estimating how many rooms the Manor actually held, and it’s capacity to hold merchandise, while still holding those who lived inside the manor, as the Pallas woman had to have her choice of slaves if she ran the establishment, correct? He knew his assumption wasn’t wrong. She did all the filing. It would be easier then breathing to simply take a file and hide it away, or simply draw her own choice form the pool of candidates, based on her preferences. It was just as he had done, only she had screened her merchandise first, and he had chosen his preference and candidate pool based on algorithms and scenarios. He was not going to be incorrect in his choice, and he was certain to a high percent that the candidate he was going to visit was the individual he would be selecting to act as his companion.
It was not long before the correct door appeared, bearing the number matching that of the occupant inside it’s prison. Brayden watched, green and red hues looking directly at the door before he stepped forward, raped his knuckles twice against the wood, and then turned the knob delicately as he had when he had opened the door downstairs. He didn’t wait for an invitation. Instead, he simply walked right in. Booted feet stood inside the threshold of the room, and he took in the sight of the person laying on the bed. Of course, the creature was immodest in the way they were lounging, but then again, Brayden was certain the creature had not intended to actually be visited at the point in time he walked through the door. His eyes were steady upon the body, even as they didn’t move, and Brayden took in the appearance of the creature in front of him. Long silken hair, tanned skin, delightful eyes. Oh yes, he was quite pleased with the way things were panning out. The individual on the bed was one that he felt greatly compatible with, especially as he admired from afar the complexion and build of the body beneath the satin rob. Of course, he would not let this show. He would school his features and remain detached. If he showed too much enthusiasm, it would grant the creature on the bed power. He didn’t want that. No. Brayden was in control. He would remain in control, and that was simply how things would operate. Just like a well oiled machine in a busy factory, there was truly no room for error. Things would just go exactly as he planned.
He cleared his throat, curling his hand gently in front of his face, before slipping both hands behind his back, and clasping them there, moving forward to look over the body on the bed, and seem more intimidating, given the added inch or two he got from standing perfectly straight. His eyes scanned over the creature while his nose took in the scent of the body laying on the bed. A nymph. He could smell the sweet scent in the blood, and his eyes flickered with amusement, even though the rest of his face remained a cool mask. He backed up on step then, allowing the nymph to sit up if they so wished, and still be able to see him as he spoke. ”My name is Brayden. I have selected you as a probably candidate for companionship with myself. And I do believe that you are the right choice, given my computability with the markers you have been assigned by this establishment. I was also instructed that you have had no prior individuals posing an interest towards you. It would be in your best interest to accept my offer and become my companion. Will you do such? Consent to becoming my companion, and escaping this reality, nymph? I can assure you I will provide you with much better lodgings and clothing then what has been offered to you here, even if it is pleasant enough to fit you and the others here.” His eyes locked onto the nymph’s face as he awaited the response he would get. He could not be certain what the reaction of the nymph would be, but he hoped the scenario would play out favorably. It had been an iffy chance in the tests he had run, but her was certain that desperation of the nymph before him would tip the scale and affect the outcome. After all, his computers and assessments could not weight in personal desperation. There was always something that his computer could not weigh into the outcome when it came to dealing with physical, living beings.
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 10:32 pm
  It was beautiful outside, and the sun was shining down upon his skin, warming him like a tender embrace. He felt god about his trip, even though many had insidious purpose, and many of his advisors had tried to talk him away from the slave market, Shaynea’lann O’Hara had paid them no heed. The blue haired elf had made his own decision. After all he was a prince, so why should he be able to re-write the rules in his favor? Of course, that was not how he wanted his people to look at his ruling decisions, but he was not going to marry some stuffy political female that only wanted him for fortune and power. No. He wanted someone who would truly wish to be with him, and also help him in running his kingdom. He knew his people needed a strong ruling couple. He was only half of that, and his advisors wanted to secure the position with a queen, or rather, a princess, as he wasn’t ready to call himself King just yet. He didn’t like the title. Besides, he didn’t feel old enough to be dubbed a King. Not yet anyways. He was sure that one day he would find the confidence and certainty he needed to be able to feel worth the title of King but today was not the day. Not as he strode through the Estate gates, or up the paved path along the lawns. Not even when he dared to enter the noisy establishment as people moved in and out of it with people and beings on leashes, while others simply walked out, nearly dragging what he knew to be their “purchases”. He didn’t want to think of his coming here that he was making a purchase of forcing someone’s hand. He wanted to think he was bettering a life by finding someone who might otherwise live and long, painful existence in the clutches of someone else who believed only in abuse.
Taking a breath, the blue-haired elf walked inside and braced himself, walking into the office where the Mistress of the house sat, filling out paperwork. He greeted her, letting her know he had an appointment and took care of introductions. He smiled gently and shook hands with the woman, smiling and warmly receiving her suggestions. He flipped through a few files and nodded his head, taking in note the room numbers that he would visit and began on his way. Obviously, he knew what qualities he was looking for. Someone special. He knew what charms to look for, and was surprised there were actually a few potentials that bore former royalty, or were used to pampering. He knew the two were completely different things, but all the same, he smiled at them. With the right combination, he could turn even what his advisors called an “uneducated peasant” into a princess. He shook his head and brushed away the thought. He would not allow his advisors to taint his judgment. Instead, he smiled and began his walk through the house, closing his eyes, remembering the numbers written on the paper, and heading in the direction he thought to look first. Obviously, he wanted a female, so he had ruled out all males that had bore the charms he desired. Mistress Pallas had been very helpful in showing him exactly what he wanted, and he was grateful for his assistance. The sooner he found the woman he would take home, the sooner her would be able to help her adjust to life among the elves, and the politics that came with being a royal. That was, if she had not dealt with politics previously.
Coming to the first door, he took a deep breath, steeling himself against the nerves that threatened to overtake him. He wasn’t going to chicken out now. He couldn’t. That would definitely prove he was not ready to lead his people, when they so clearly needed guidance and leadership. He could not let his people suffer because he himself was unprepared. That was not what a good leader did. That was what a coward did, and Shaynea’lann was no coward. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and braced himself. On the other side of this door could be his future queen. He would not let the first impression be bad. He lifted his hand, wrapping his knuckled gently against the door, pausing for a moment before he entered. After all, he was a gentleman, and he knew not to enter without permission, but he had been given permission by the Mistress of the house. He just wanted to alert the female on the other wised of the door. After all,s he could be indecent, and that would be improper for him to walk in on. He wanted to alert the female before he made any moves to enter. He turned the knob slowly, opening the door a crack, and pausing again. ”I’m entering. I.. am hoping you are decent.” He gently pushed the door open further and stepped over the threshold, keeping his eyes lowered, on the off chance he had actually caught the female inside indecent. After stepping inside, he swiftly closed the door behind him, keeping the room and it’s occupant in privacy. After all, maybe those who stayed within the room didn’t want to be on display. Maybe they simply wanted to be left alone?
When Shay lifted his eyes, he was greatly surprised. Sitting before him, in hues of pink and cream, was a gorgeous woman. Well, she was definitely female, but not a human. Shay’s eyes took in the lovely rabbit sitting before him. Her ears were the softest hues of pink, as was her hair. Her face was delicate and serene. Her eyes sparkled like garnets, and he couldn’t help but blush. He brought a hand up to cover his mouth, trying to hide the completely astonishment form her He knew she could probably see right through him, but he was very much taken aback by her beauty. And there, nestled against her neck, like a disgusting brand, was the collar, with the tiny tarnished crown charm that he had wanted. He stepped closer, tentatively, not wanting to touch her without her permission. After all, he was a Prince, and he knew protocol. He would not breach it. He couldn’t. It would be forbidden. He looked her over, in all her splendor. She looked like a princess. Her skin was not hard, and she was not dirty. She was delicate, and that was good. It did not mean she had not worked, or would not work hard and learn, but she looked soft an approachable, which is something he was grateful for. He smiled tender, kneeling in front of her, offering his hand for her own. ”My Lady, my name is Shaynea’lann O’Hara. I have been searching for you. Surely, you must be a princess, am I correct? I wish to take you away from this place, and treat you as a princess should be treated. I wish to free you form this bondage, and the crude shackle that you wear around your neck. I beg of you you, beautiful Princess, please let me take you from this place, and back to luxuries that you deserve. I will treat you as a Princess, I swear it on my life. Please accept my offer.” He looked at her, his hand still extended for her hand, ready to kiss her gentle fingers once she had placed her hand in his own. He simply hoped that she would accept his offer.
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 10:36 pm
  The sun was setting in such a blissful state that it was hard for the stag to shift his eyes from the glorious sight. Instead, he stamped his hooves against the soft grass that lined the earth beneath him, reminding himself of the loyalties and responsibilities he had back at home. He couldn’t simply race off into the sky, as if he were some bird. Oh no. He would never reach the sun. He was an earthbound male, and that was satisfactory enough for him. This was a rational enough thought, but not one that would be made by an animal, who was driven by instinct. A normal stag would never have even marveled at the sun more than to acknowledge that it kept time for the day. An animal would not think it could fly into the sky like another animal. No. That was not a complexity that animals bothered themselves with. This was a humane thought. One that belonged only in the minds of humans. Of course, that brought to question how this particular stag could think of such things, just standing and admiring the scenery out in the open without any fear or hesitation. What almost no one knew, was that this particular stag was not just an animal. He was indeed, also, a man. A human man that shared a small home with the woods, not far from where he was currently spending his time as an animal. The small cabin promised to be filled with food, warmth, and clothing upon his return, made comfortable living for the male. There just happened to be another being inside this cabin. A female. One that was quite beautiful and captivating, and that was before one knew her true nature as an oracle. She had been taken from the heavens to live her long, eternal life on earth, predicting futures and possibilities. Of course, the male liked to think that the sole purpose of her deliverance to earth was for his being, but he would never admit such. After all, she had been trapped and kept on earth for much longer then his existence at three-fold. However, neither time, nor divide could keep Lucian Padfoot from the graciousness he had for the blessing he had been giving in the gift of his beautiful Chiemi.
With a few more strides, and just as many moments, the blonde stag romped around the meadow, rushing back and forth to burn off any animalistic energy and desire he had dwindling within himself. He needed to rid himself of all the animal essence that he could before he went home. He would be horrified if he went back and did some sort of debasing animal maneuvers in front of his oracle. Of course, he knew, deep down in his heart, that Chiemi would not judge him or hold his actions against him, but he didn’t want to take any chances that she might. Or at least, he hoped she would feel that way. Doubt started ton cloud his mind and his steps faltered for a moment before he forced himself to stop moving. Warmth blossomed in his body at the thought of the lovely maiden waiting at home for his return, and as the last rays started to filter through the green canopy that surrounded him, Lucian forced his body to tighten, beginning the shift back into a man, as he let the animal part of him start to dissipate. Bones worked to become more dense, some stretching, some shrinking, muscles contracted and shifted their shape and size as well. The entirety of the process was rather discomforting, but once it was complete, a pale skinned, blonde male stood naked, panting breathlessly as he opened his weaker human eyes to the dying light of day. Without embarrassment, Lucian strode purposefully to where he had stashed his clothing in the small space that had once been a fox hole on the skirt of the meadow. Of course, the hole had long been abandoned by it’s inhabitants, which was the only reason Lucian would put his clothing there to keep it safe. He would never oust an animal from their home for his own purposes.
Once he was dressed again, the male walked the circumference of the meadow, dedicating his focus to the foliage as he gingerly selected stems to make a small bouquet of wildflowers for the maiden back home. It took a few minutes, to gather the proper bunch, and then to arrange them carefully, tying them together with a few hearty blades of sweet grass. When he was satisfied with the bundle, he began the short trek back towards his cottage and sanctuary in the woods. By the time he reached his gentle fortress, there was only the tiniest hint of color left in the sky. The colors were dark, deep blues and purples, not yet ready to surrender to the black of night. Starts were out and reflecting in the gentle, calm shores of the lake that acted as an entrance to the cottage. Reflected lights from the cottage windows danced merrily across the glassy surface of the water, creating a mischievous picture of what might be awaiting the animagus inside. Smiling, Lucian straightened himself up, arranging his clothes so they didn’t look so rumpled, and checking over the bunch of flowers, making sure they were still satisfactory, Luke made his way up to the front door. Hesitating only a moment, he opened the door to see within. He started the short walk down the entrance hall, looking instinctively for the treasure that would be waiting for him within. His beautiful Chiemi was here, and he couldn’t wait to see her. The only question was, where was she hiding?
Thee was a possessive need to have his female with him. Part of it, if he was truly honest, had to be animalistic, but the other part of that was just the care he had for her after spending the months they had together. He was rather possessive, a fact that he tried to hide from her, but probably still reared it’s ugly head now and then. He hoped desperately that she didn’t mind his caring. He tried greatly not to smother her with his affection and his desire to keep her safe inside. He was simply overjoyed that after years of ostracism, there was someone he could come home to and spend time with. Chiemi didn’t seem to mind what he was. He had told her that he was an animagus, and she had not condemned him. He still had been reluctant to show himself to her, but eventually, he would have to. He was wrapped up in keeping her safe, protected, and around, that he occasionally forgot that it might all be too stifling for her. He wouldn’t let anyone take away his treasure either. Not a single person would cause harm to his oracle. A pang of guilt hit him, as he knew he was being possessive again. At least he wasn’t speaking all these notions aloud. That would surely be stifling to Chiemi. He sighed gently and shook his head. She was here with him now, and that was all that mattered Any other claims would be considered irrelevant. He wouldn’t let Chiemi go to anyone else, not unless she wanted to go herself. No one would take her, or force her ever again.
Reaching the kitchen, Luke frowned Where was she? Concern started to course through him. She should have come in. Was she downstairs? If so, why hand’t she come up? He clutched the flowers tighter, trying to keep calm. He was over reacting no one had been in his woods today. He would have sensed them, right? If danger had been coming, Chiemi would have told him, wouldn’t she? And if she sensed it after he left, she would have hidden away, or found a way to come to him, wouldn’t she have? He sucked in some more air, looking about desperately. He didn’t want to be lost. He was overreacting. Maybe he hadn’t let all of his animalistic senses flee, for this was surely more animalistic anxiety than human anxiety. ”Chiemi, darling? Are you home? Where are you?” He tried to keep his voice calm, knowing that his anxiety was irrational, but where was his pretty oracle?
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 2:14 pm
  Contrary to what many believed of angels, Mateo preferred the dark. Maybe it was the taint on his soul, or maybe, it was just that he felt that he was safer within the dark confines of rooms where others couldn’t see him as well. So it only made sense that all the lights in his room were turned off and unplugged. Anything that he could do to make the room darker was done. The blinds were drawn and he had tugged the drapes over them so that only the faintest filter of light wore its way through the curtains there. His own body was curled on the far side of the bed, so that none would be able to see him easily as he entered. Of course, he was tall, so it was not as if he could hide completely. Some shock of white hair, or the curve of a horn would always reach for that light and want to shine and sparkle in it’s illumination. He couldn’t help that. It was the pure part of his soul that wished he would turn on the lights and try to return to what he once was, but it was the full rationality of the ram that knew it would be futile to attempt anyways. He was cursed. Marked. Tainted. Destroyed. It was a sickening thing for an angelic being to be tainted, and he didn’t want to share it like the disease it was, with anyone who might have come in. His golden orbs were closed, not revealing themselves to anyone that may have wanted to look. He didn’t care what he was now, or that the establishment he was in was trying to sell his flesh and bones away to the highest bidder. He didn’t want that comfort. He didn’t want out. Yet, at the same time, he couldn’t stand the confinement.
He raged at the very thought, tearing the sheets from the bed and tossing around a chair, upending a table. Nothing broken. Everything just clunking around and pulled into disarray by his anger. He didn’t care. He wanted the disarray. He welcomed it. Because he knew if he breathed chaos, he would find serenity at the end of it. He had been doing this for weeks. Ever since he had arrived, and he was certain those who guarded him knew he was aggressive, but left to his own devices would mellow himself out. They had learned of his dislike for lights as well, so they had some that turned on automatically. If a guard didn’t like him, they would leave it on all day. Otherwise, it was only supposed to be turned on if someone was coming in. Or so, that was what he had assumed by the pattern that had been happening so far. Today was no different. He had raged. The lights were still off. The sun was fading from the drapery line. He was safe in the darkness. He would remain safe in the darkness. He didn’t want anyone near him. He didn’t want anyone to take interest in him. The feeble shirt that covered his torso was thrown aside as he strained with the sweat from his rage, his eyes fluttering closed once more as his chest took steady breaths in and out to try and calm down the raging beast within. He curled his arms tightly around his knees, and brought the knees to his chin, trying to hide his face, as if getting curled up small enough would erase him from existence. He felt that horrid peace of flesh and the small growth of bone that was his tail twitch in dismay and he thought of reaching to it, around it’s base and trying to sever the growth form his body, but there was nothing sharp in these rooms with which to do it. Instead, he pulled himself tighter together.
That was when the light came on. He knew, because the change in him was almost tangible. His chest tightened, and the raging seemed to grip at him, wanting to cut off his air, until it was pushed away. Golden hues blinked gently, as he tried to adjust them to the bright light that had suddenly appeared in the room. He heard the click and swish of the door being opened and remained still. If it was a guard, they would see the disarray in the room and hopefully leave quickly. He would stay rooted to the spot. He wouldn’t’ so much as move or turnaround for them. He didn’t want to speak to them. Unconsciously, his ears flicked back, listening to the sound of entry into the room. Two pairs of feet. Two people. Was it a new guard, being brought in by an old to see how things were done? That could have been why they turned on the lights. To show this newcomer that Mateo would not harm them if they just left him alone and kept their distance. He sincerely hoped that would be the case. He didn’t want anyone to visit or touch. He wanted everyone out and away from him, even if he were to stay in this room forever, at least he wouldn’t be tainting others with the sin that gripped to his soul. He wasn’t allowed in the meadows of heaven any longer, so this place was the safest refuge, and probably the best he could find.
When the strange word was spoken to him, followed by a string of words he was more familiar with, the ram tensed, his body becoming apprehensive, waiting for a strike of a touch. He heard the male speak, the tone was rich. He made introductions. He even noted another in the room, which accounted for the second pair of footsteps, noting that the second being, this Nikki, was a male. Mateo still did not turn his gaze to the two that were in the room. He remained crouched and curled up, eyes closed, simply listening. He would not take in the appearance of the man, nor his companion who was also male according to his speech. Mateo did not care. The only thing that piqued any sort of interest to him, was the way his good half seemed to shy away, even in the light, and the way his tainted bits started to fester and swarm. These beings were of dark nature. Or so he felt within him. That didn’t mean that they were safe from this taint. He bore a disease. A sickly diseased taint and he didn’t want to share that with anyone. Not even those who seemed like they understood it. He bit his lip, keeping his eyes tightly closed, but his body urged him to move. He was becoming restless, the taint and darkness in him becoming too restless to allow him to sit still. His body still tense, he stood and moved to the upended chair, his body visible for the two in the room, his gaze flicked to them for only a moment before he turned away once more. He could clearly see why the bigger male had made the distinction about the one called Nikki. This strange blue being looked very much feminine. Mateo simply turned away, letting them have his back as his hand gripped the chair leg, nails biting into the wood, making it creak slightly as he tried to stay calm and in control.
The man was a vampire. That was what he said. And he wanted Mateo to keep this strange Nikki out of trouble? But Nikki was a slave too. The collar around his neck had said as much. IN the brief seconds Mateo had looked at them, that had been obvious. But the ram would not go. He would not leave with these two when his moods, so volatile already, made him want to scream for blood and chaos just by being in proximity. He looked to the man, his golden eyes tortured as mouth and face school into disgust, trying to push them away for their own good. Could they not see that it was taking him so much control already, just to be standing still and not reeking havoc upon them as his taint pushed him to do? His body shuddered and he clenched the chair leg tighter. ”Go. Away. I will not. Go. Away.” He turned form them both then. He had heard the little blue haired boy speak, and Mateo decided he would not respond to them. With a groan, he moved towards the shadows, not wanting to revel or be in the light anymore. He couldn’t go with these two. Not when it was driving him nearly mad just to stand in their presence. Not when he was supposed to be protecting this strange feminine male. He couldn’t have a life on his hands when this disease was so rampant in his body. He sighed gently, his tail giving a twitch as it once more laid against his skin, and he traveled further away from the two males. ”Go. Away. I’m trouble…Just. Go.” He spoke through clenched teeth, but prayed they would listen and simply go away. Then he could go back to darkness and be unbothered.
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StellaLuna SkyWind Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 26, 2013 12:43 am
  Pale hands gently ran over fallen golden curls as the being in question did their best to maintain some semblance of a decent appearance. After all, when was trapped in a place as they were, appearance and good behavior seemed to be the only way to escape. Though the room was lavish in appearance, and seemed to address every comfort its occupant could desire, the room still served as a cage, trapping the golden curled male within the confines of the four walls. There was never any pleasant or desirable company within his room, but he made do with what he could, keeping himself away from the guards when he had to, knowing that his services would only be wasted upon them when they came in, lude and crude with their leering eyes and swollen desires. Of course, they were supposed to be up to the utmost care with those who were within the rooms, but it didn’t stop them from their mockery and teasing on occasion. Always when the good Lady of the house was out of earshot. The guards believed that they knew what he was capable of, from hearing stories or snippets of his file, and yet, they knew nothing. They were ignorant bodies meant to guard doors, not to know the capabilities of the beings stuck inside the grand cage of the house. With a sigh, the golden haired male stretched his lithe body, and gave another gentle fluff to his curls. They seemed to be rather unmanageable today. His hands trembled gently, reminding him that he was inside, and a pet to serve others, not a free being. He wondered briefly if he would always be caged up like an animal, or if someone would eventually come and allow him to see the outside world again.
Going to the window, the golden haired male looked out over the horizon with longing. He would have given favors to anyone who would let him journey outside, if only for a moment. He needed to smell grass and fresh air. Not that air that was polluted with dust, and tinged with the metal of the system it was pushed through. He felt stifled inside, as if there would never be any means of escape. And truly, there wouldn’t. It was always movement form one cage to another, whether on a gilded chain, or one that was less lavish, and far more cruel. With a sigh, the lithe man moved away from the window and back to the bathroom, looking into the mirror, and taking in his appearance. His curls were mashed from too much working. Green-gold eyes looked back at him, searching the depths of their reflection for some brilliant answer that would end his suffering. The smallest of smirks graced his mouth as he turned his attention to the two stubborn curls on either side of his head that remained ever present. Looking like little ram horns, they were the only indication of the male’s true nature. The living presence of a sheep within was another reason the male wished to frolic outside. He couldn’t take living in such confined spaces without ever breathing fresh air. It was maddening, and though he fought the change while he was indoors as a courtesy to his master or mistress of the time, soon, it would overtake him and send him into a frenzy that he was not indeed outside to roam as normal sheep did. With a gentle sigh, the male pulled himself away from the mirror and the bathroom all together, heading back to his bed to sit perched upon the edge.
It had been a while since he had escaped this room, even if it was to be at the hands and mercy of another master or mistress. He was quite confused as to why he was still in this place, given the talents and training that had been administered to him. The male shifter was knowledgeable in the talents and skills of pleasure making. He had been stolen from his home and thrown into a ring where he was forced to learn the talents he now possessed. While the male still found it to be debasing, given that he was the one who took the burden of the whole ploy, it seemed to get him out of these intermittent situations of holding much faster than if he was just a normal male. Sure, when he shifted he was cute, but he was also experienced in the mannerisms of pleasure. If it was a drawback that he was indeed not a virgin, no one seemed to have issue with it. Surely, some passed him over, because he was not virginal, but his experience also spoke volumes for what he could do. Trained to finish both men and women with simple tricks and gestures of pleasure was a specialty of his. He had been in grandiose home, and even the basest of environments, training, and working himself as prescribed by his master or mistress of the time. He never had a firm understanding on why they rid themselves of him. He figured it was because they were tired of him, or if he did his job too well, they were intimidated. He wasn’t sure, especially when once, with a mistress, he didn’t even grant the woman pleasure, other than to be stiffened into a piece of living art that never moved. That was, until he turned into a sheep and caught himself on the wrappings and bindings he had been forced into.
Without much other thought to his predicament, the golden-haired male curled up on his bed, his bare feet brushing softly against the beding beneath him. He groaned softly, yearning for the outside world before closing his eyes. He wouldn’t let any visitors, guards or otherwise, see the desperation to be outside on his fac. He would need to go son. He would have to shift soon. No one seemed to understand the strain on his body that it took to put off a shift, but he closed his eyes, stretching his worn body over the bed, and groaned softly again, trying to find the most comfortable ace to lay so that he might rest again. After all, there wasn’t much more to do in the room. He’d read all the books, his meal wouldn’t come until later, and looking out the window was torturous. He only hoped that some kind soul would come soon to take him home. He needed escape and a new home. He needed to use his talents again, even though he didn’t want to admit it. It was a necessity, and it was starting to break him down. He need to escape into the embrace of someone who would care for him, as he would for them.
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Posted: Sat Dec 21, 2013 10:40 pm
ＢＥ ＨＥＲＥ ► ωαιȶιɳɠ ◄ ＨＯＰＩＮＧ, ＰＲＡＹＩＮＧ ＴＨＡＴ ＴＨＥ ↬ sкч ↬ ＷＩＬＬ ↷ ɢυιɗε ↷ ＹＯＵ ۩ ℋℴℳℰ ۩  This decision was hard. It was not something that the blonde male had just woken up to one day and taken upon himself to act out. No The blonde haired male had thought long and hard about what this decision would do to his lifestyle and his family. He had thought about the effects it would have on his seven year old daughter. The effects it would make on the way they lived. Their income. Their decisions as a household. It was not like picking out an animal, which did not need more that food and shelter. No. This was another intelligent life-form. This being would need food, shelter, clothing, and if it was young enough, education. The blonde male decided then, that he would get a slave that was not a child. He had one, and was not doing his job well enough taking care of his daughter. No. He would need an adult slave. A male. He wouldn’t be able to look at another woman moving through his house, even if her only purpose was to clean and pick up after his overzealous daughter. There was quite a list of things he would need, and he organized his thoughts with certain discipline. He thought through many tests and trials that this new slave would have to pass through for a permanent stay in their home. That was, if they even decided to go and find a slave. The blonde male was terribly indecisive, afraid of making a move that might lead his family into danger, or even into the radar of those who were waiting for him to slip up and reveal his position. He couldn’t risk that, and so he had put off the decision of choosing a new individual for his home, and focused instead on trying to make his daughter happy.
It hadn’t worked. He’d tried to make his daughter happier, but the work it took to maintain their lifestyle, as well as keep them hidden had failed. The widowed male had slipped up, and his daughter had managed a small escape. A slip from his view for mere moments, and it could have been much more disastrous then it was, but Daniel had managed to find his daughter, and that had been the last time he had sat on the fence about having another set of hands in the house. Of course, he would make it difficult for this slave to acclimate. He would put the most troublesome tasks and trials before him to make certain the slave chosen was the right fit for his purpose. He would seek out the necessary charms and color combinations, and search as many slave houses as needed before he would decide with finality on the individual he would bring home. And so began his search, tearing through several slave houses and shops, searching for the right fit for his family of two. It was a terrible search. Some trips he made himself, without the company of his daughter, and others, he found it essential to bring his seven year old with him. However, on none of these excursions did he find what he was looking for. He was starting to give up hope that he would ever find exactly what he was looking for, but it was his daughter that reminded him not to give up. A little sparkle of hope on a bleak topic. It had been the reason Daniel had search for one more establishment, deciding to travel in person to the estate and look over the selection presented to him. He would take his daughter, Emmaline with him, and that was the very story of it.
Traveling with Emma was hard, and he had had to stop many times to make sure she was comfortably situated. They had to move fast so they would not be detected and found out by those who were looking. Yet, they had arrived in the mid morning, with the sun still high on the horizon. That, at the very least, would act as a barrier between their pursuers and their destination. Of course, that had meant that they had to leave very early in the morning, which left Emma quite exhausted upon reaching their destination. Currently, the little blonde was slumped over his shoulders, curling around his head, her sleeping form exhaustedly hanging from his shoulders. Daniel smirked and ducked into the estate, feeling the abrupt dispersing of his layers of protection. He frowned deeply, feeling the awkward sensation ripple through him unpleasantly. He hoped that the barriers in this estate would be enough to keep their presence underway. He felt Emma stiff upon his shoulders, and moved her carefully into his arms, cradling her to his chest as her blonde hair spilled over his arms. Guards lined the corridor, and instead, he nodded to them, and moved swiftly to the office of the establishment’s owner; Athena Pallas. Speaking briefly with her, he looked over a few files, still sitting with Emma curled in his lap. When his little princes began to stir, he pushed the papers carefully onto the deck and looked into the stormy blue orbs that were beginning to flash into awareness. He smiled and kissed her head and set Emma on the ground gently, standing form his chair. ”Come Now, Emma. We’re going to go look at a few new friends. Would you like that?”
With a sleepy nod from the child, they took off gently, going up the stairs, beginning their search. There were a few younger slaves, of which he had no interest in. He wasn’t sure which age would be best, but he was certain that he didn’t want anyone he had to legally bind himself to, other than managing the contract of ownership. He didn’t want another child in his house. Instead, he marched up the stairs, holding Emma’s hand and being mindful of his steps, in relativity to her smaller ones. She was doing remarkably well for not having a full nap, and having to walk awfully quickly to keep up with his pace. When they stopped before a door, Emma frowned deeply, and shook her head. ”Not this one daddy…” Instead, she tugged on his hand, moving a few paces down the hall. Daniel was ready to protest, but indulging his daughter as he usually did, he followed along nicely. When she stood in front of a door, her face poised in a confused face, she raised her small fist to knock on the door, not seeing the guard who stood there, waiting to open the door. Daniel looked at the guard, and motioned for him to wait, until Emma had finished her knocking. When she moved back with a pout, Daniel motioned for the guard to open the door, waiting until they were allowed inside before stepping into the unusually posh room. At least there couldn’t be any good complaints on the part of the slave for being uncomfortable in these sorts of lodgings. Father and Daughter entered the room, taking in the surroundings, and shortly after, the form that was snuggled into the sheets and pillows that were strewn tenderly upon the bed.
Daniel frowned, taking a first look at this slave, who wore his hair in a brilliant shade of pink that could not be natural. The demon had seen many different individuals, but none that had been so bright in color. Not even his wife, when flaming in one of her moods, or the thralls of her magic, was able to produce such a vibrant color. This color, nestled against the creamy white of pillow cases and sheets was something to admire. He watched, stoically as the being in the sheets seemed to roll over and produce yellow curls. When Daniel looked again, he saw that it was not this being, but his own daughter, tugging herself into the sheets. Daniel moved forward quickly, tugging back the sheets and pulling Emma from them, looking down at her, and the body revealed from under the sheets. Instead of the female Daniel had expected, there was a male, laying beneath the sheets, probably about to wake up quite irritable, given that his nape had been so rudely interrupted. Snatching his princess up, Daniel looked at her sternly. ”Emmaline. You do not simply run into a room and steal into someone’s bed! I don’t care how tired you are!” He frowned deeply at his daughter, pulling her from the bed, but unable to stop admiring the male that lay in the bed. Such brilliant colors, this one. He had seen the file for him down in the office. He was a young one, but not too young that he wouldn’t be able to handle himself and the challenges thrown at him. He was also an incubus. One that ate dreams. If he would eat Emma’s, it was one more way to safeguard her from those who would come through sleep to find her.
Cool eyes found the incubus once more, looking at the pink hair that littered the creamy sheets. Daniel frowned deeper, trying to keep the over excited princess of his in his arms. ”You. What’s your name?” Emma Squirmed impossibly before looking up at her father with a pout. ”Daddy…. Can we just take the princess home with us? She’ll be good, right, Miss Princess?” Blue orbs searched for the incubus’s eyes, just as golden hues began to search for the same from a different angle. Both pairs of eyes looked to the pink haired slave, awaiting answers that would undoubtedly lead to the claiming and taking home of the slave in question.
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 12:40 pm
  Truly, the man was anything but enthused about picking out a companion. Why couldn’t he have just had a hound? After all, he’d had many lined up for him by his Master. It wasn’t that he could not have the females. It was that he could not keep them. When their fertility year came to be in place, and another impregnated them, the females were stolen from him. Most were glad to get away of course, but he was not happy about them escaping. Not when he wanted them for his own. But he would not give them children. He did not want to father any children. Nor did he want any of the bitches he had to be distracted with the caring of children. This led him to an almost impossible problem. How could he have a female as a companion when they couldn’t escape him? The answer was one that came to him simply. A slave. He could simply obtain a companion for himself that no one could take away. They would be his own personal property and therefore not subject to any of the hound laws, or those of his Masters. The individual, or individuals he selected would be solely his to do with as he pleased. The idea satisfied what he wanted out of a companion. With that, he had begun to think of ideal traits that he would want out of a companion, with the female gender being the most vital. The rest, he figured were mainly negotiable as long as his selection had a disposition he could work with. He’d train them to be a perfect companion. It’d be like a game, just what he had gone through, and that was one of the elements that excited him the most. When he was done, he’d have perfection without anyone to take away his prize.
When he first stood before the Pallas Estate, he was unimpressed. He much preferred darkened castles, as they held more grandeur and beauty. This estate was far too sunny and bright for his tastes, but he supposed it was meant to suit a wide variety of tastes, rather than just shady characters such as himself. Besides, the establishment was well-known for having high quality. The Mistress running the estate must have preferred sunny places to the dark one he was used to. As he stepped inside and looked around, he strode between guards, pushing past them with ease. Stepping into the office of the Mistress, he smirked cockily, asking what she had for females, biting back the ideal of asking her if she was for sale. He wondered if he had let the words fly, what would happen, but decided it was better for his own business if he refrained. When he was handed a book with pictures and basic traits and qualities of those at the establishment, Akan frowned deeply. There were only two canines in the entire place. Only one was female. And neither seemed to pose any of the traits he wanted. That was very unfortunate. A broken woman was no good to him. Neither was a male. He scowled, beginning to flip through the other females within the estate. Many possessed collars that were velvet. Others didn’t seem to be anything special, or were marked to show someone was in the room currently perusing. Akan frowned, seeing only a few candidates that would make anything worth while, and one had been marked to be moved to the basement, which was explained to be a punishment holding. With a smrk, Akan nodded, and headed down towards the basement.
His selection was not a wolf, or canine, but a vampire. It was strange, as Akan hated the idea of a vampire. He had wanted a hound. And still wanted a hound, but this vampire at the very least semed intriguing. Perhaps he could speak with one of his masters about obtaining potions that would change her form. A vampiric wolf would be interesting, would it not? But the woman seemed to possess the right collars and charms. She also had silver hair, something that he had coveted in one of the hounds he had been hunting while at the compound. She had been a beauty. Silver hair, pale skin, eyes the color of crystals. Her body had been supple and young, ready for her year of fertility. He had not been the only one with eyes upon her. There had been many others. She was one to be coveted. But she had gone missing, occupied by some master, or staying somewhere the reach of the compound could not pull her back. Of course, she was helpless to refuse the call of masters, but he was not one and could not so easily pull her back, even though he was looking for her. Yet, her year would be coming up soon, and he would hunt her if he had time and was not satisfied with his purchase. She wouldn’t be able to escape him then, by the right of hound law, she woud be his if he impregnated her. Maybe he would let her have the pup and then kill it before her eyes, just to prove who she belonged to. Maybe he would do it even if he was happy with his purchase. After all, the more the merrier, right? His silver haired hound would be fodder for this strange vampire if he liked her well enough. And that was two birds with one stone.
When he reached the door, he stood before it, hearing growls and pacing form beyond the door. He smiled, picking up on the bits of rage coming through the door. Oh, this female was agitated, and he was excited. Pushing the door open, he looked at the silver haired female, assessing her with a smirk. ”Don’t stop pacing on my account. I’m sure you had a great though brewing. Maybe an escape? How unfortunate.” He smirked, watching her with amusement. Would she continue? She held her youth well, looking like a grumpy child that had been locked away on time out. And that must have been exactly what was happening, right? She was down here because she was being punished for some transgression. He wondered if she would tell him why, or if she would just start on some tirade. Maybe she’d just sit there quietly, too stunned to speak, but he doubted it. This one had a voice and she was ready to spew daggers with it. All he had to do was sit back and enjoy the show as it spilled before him. He would definitely change her perspective on enslavement and captivity when he took her to his compound. And even more so if he took her to the main hound compound. Maybe he’d leave her there for a few days to see how she liked being treated in the ways of his people. It’s surely be life changing, wouldn’t it? Maybe his master would take an interest in experimenting on her. He wasn’t sure yet, but the possibilities were starting to unfold to his eyes, creating a giddy sense of joy. He’d have fun with this girl, or so he hoped.
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 1:45 pm
  The man that slept beside him was so warm and comforting. Their bodies pressed against each other, their limbs tangled in one another’s. The other’s hair was long, draping across both of their skins. As he stirred, blue eyes found those of the male that had finally shared his bed, after waiting so long. He gazed back with eyes the color of fine topaz, but his expression was not a smile. Far from it. There was a deepening frown upon his face, and an almost panic as the emotion there dwindled unchanging. Pale skin flushed and began to pull itself back. Little pouty lips began moving, saying the same message over and over. “It was a mistake. I can’t be here. I have to go.” Blue-green eyes watched the pale skin pull away with almost frantic movements, taking the sheet with him. And the blue-greened eyed male was left in the bed, wondering why his chosen had just up and left him without so much as looking back after the night they had shared.
Amir opened his eyes, groaning at the memory that had plagued him. Today, or all days, it would feel necessary to come back to his mind and haunt him like a worthless scoundrel. He sat himself up, giving a great sigh and pulled himself out of the fine linens that covered his bed. He looked at the disheveled mess he was leaving behind and shook his head. A servant would come and make it for him and by the time he returned home later with a new body to inhabit the place, the remnants of the mess would be gone. The memory, he hoped, would disappear with the wrinkles in the sheets, and when he returned, there would be a fresh slate awaiting him and his new companion. Today, he would find one that had no way of escaping. Some may say he was desperate, but it was not so. It was an opportunity to give someone special another chance at life. Many did not know what stood before them when they looked at His Royal Majesty, Prince Amir. They thought because of his attitude that he had been fed from a silver spoon his entire existence, but they were wrong. That had only been his early life. Before he had been cursed. No one knew the real story behind how his existence was really paved out, or how his experiences as a slave had shaped him. He walked to his dressed, grabbing the two great golden cuffs that covered from wrist to mid-way to the man’s olive skinned elbows. He would hide the scars that lie under them. There was no need to tell his whole life story at the first meeting. He had to keep some secrets about himself. He wouldn’t bare all to anyone upon first meeting. It was an old survival habit he had learned from his days as a salve. He would not exploit himself, because doing that meant people could break into your fears. When that happened, everyone was certain to suffer.
Instead, once he had dressed in the finery of his people; comfortable pants and a flowing, open shirt, he set out for his destination: Pallas Estate. The olive skinned male brushed his longer tendrils from his eyes and strode purposefully up the steps once he had arrived at the gates of the Estate. He walked inside, ignoring the guards and headed straight for the room where the Mistress of the House conducted her business. He checked in and peered at some of the pictures lined up on the walls. Several women found themselves to be prisoners here, and they seemed to outweigh the population of males. Amira almost laughed at this. The women he had known were so weak and callous they would have thrown him down simply because they held the power at that moment. Now, the women here, were caught and trapped, unable to be removed from such a place. It was pitiful. Some dates on the photos, which he assumed had to have been the date they entered the estate. It was laughable how long some of the occupants had been here. Were they really that sorry to have nobody wanting them at all? At least, for those who seemed to be more exotic, their dates were not as far back. They would go fast even just to belong to a collection of exotic beings. As least they had that going for them. He shook his head and gazed at the males. One was a Djinn. Amir’s heart raced for only a second. He would not take that Djinn. He could not do it. Instead, his eyes turned to a blue-eyed beauty. Yes. This was the face he was looking for, Someone fresh and nubile, or so he hoped. He didn’t want to look at a file to see if they were compatible. He wanted to meet the male in this picture. He asked for the room number and set off.
He took the stairs rather quickly, making certain that he moved with efficient speed. He would not let any other individual swoop in and take away this blue-eyed beauty. As he moved, he heard hushed conversations. Some women’s voices, some masculine. He even though he heard a child slip in there, but he shook his head. Of course there might be a younger-voiced individual. Submissives changed their tones when they were caught in bad spots. He had done it, but now he was past that and able to hold his head high when it came down to it. Amir shook his head, frustrated that he had allowed himself to get so distracted. Instead, he reached the door he had in mind and looked at the guard to allow him passage. Once he was inside, his eyes rested on the pale-skinned, dark-haired boy in the bed. Delicate skin showed from placed the blankets did not cover and Amir strode forward quickly, his eyes drinking in the sight of the pale skin against the creamy blankets and sheets. He reached out to touch the male’s shoulder, brushing fingertips against him gently. How soft! This male was so tender. Amir wanted this male. He didn’t care the cost, nor any implications that would follow. This male would be his. Tender and undoubtedly light, he might be frail like a bird if he was picked up and handled too roughly, which made Amir so much more enthused. He smirked and looked down at the male. ”Get up. Come with me. I am impatient. We must leave now.” Amir resisted the almost impossible temptation of touching the boy and pulling him out of the bed. He waited as patiently as he could, tapping his foot as he wanted for the boy to climb out of the bed and follow him to the door. He wouldn’t be escaping. In fact, he would be going straight him to be examined, and then, only if the boy was good, would he be rewarded. But it would all depend on his actions until that point.
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 4:32 pm
  He’d pushed past the final straw. The pretty little maid he’d been dolling up and keeping employed had decided to leave him. It may have been the way he hit her, or that she was tired of the bruises. Maybe, she was tired of the clothes. She had been getting bigger anyways. He didn’t truly care. It wasn’t his problem. He didn’t try to hurt her. He didn’t want to hit her. He just wanted to make her beautiful, and put her in beautiful clothing. That’s what he’d been doing for months. Doing her makeup, feeding her, taking her to photo shoots and so much more. He’d done all of it for her. And she’d up and left him with a load of custom designs that she’d probably sell to mass market merchandisers and it would take a huge hit on his revenue. He hated the time wasted on the female, and hadn’t eaten for four days after, until another of the maids finally made him do it. She’d also suggested he find another doll. Maybe a girl that couldn’t as easily run away from him. He’d mentioned a place, and He’d thrown around the idea for a few more days before making the decision that he would indeed go and try to find a replacement. Of course, it wouldn’t be so easy to do considering all the features he would have to pick from specifically. Then there was the matter of race, and which would go with his own. There were so many different questions that he had to ask, and an almost endless supply of women. He wasn’t sure what he should even choose. A woman? A child? Or maybe someone in between, but he had to get out and at least look to start gathering an understanding for what he really wanted.
He’d been to plenty of shops and markets. He’d even been to an open air bazaar and a set of dungeons that was famous for exotic merchandize, and he’d come up empty handed. He’d seen faeries, mermaids, sirens, angels, and even some demons, but none had proven to be what he was looking for. The features were always lacking. He couldn’t find exactly what he wanted, but he had one last place to go. When he stood before the huge manor and looked up at the plethora of windows that would serve as glances to the rooms beyond, he was calm. He’d taken his pills that morning, unknowingly, given that the maid had slipped them into his breakfast, but he was at peace. Or as much peace as Toma Soa was able to maintain when he was calm. He strode carefully up to the house, no individual beside him to accompany him, though there was a drive in the car watching him carefully. Normally, he had someone with him when he traveled out of his home to prevent any unseemly outbursts that the bipolar berserker might have had. It was not truly the male’s fault when he went off. It just happened. He was set off by the strangest things, but today he had vowed to stay calm as he finished the rest of his searching. This estate was his last hope of finding someone he wanted. If he didn’t succeed today, he wasn’t sure what he would do to make up for the lack of a living companion to dress up. He needed a living doll to stay with him and wear his creations. He needed a beautiful female to show off and present to designers as an obedient model. He wanted a female doll. A perfect, beautiful doll that would love him as much as he would love her.
Upon entry, the guard staff was rather formidable, and Toma wondered what exactly he would find within the walls of this estate. He walked forward, looking over the décor in the place and wondering exactly who the owner used as an interior designer. When he entered the office, speaking with the Mistress of the house, Toma assessed the woman. She was quite stylish with dominating features that were truly beautiful She lacked a certain softness that he was looking for and took her recommendations on slaves, flipping through files and seeking room numbers. There were only a few that were truly interesting to him, and so with the room numbers, he set off up the stairs, taking his time to count each stair as he took it. He would remember how many steps it took to find this female he was searching for. He would remember how many stairs, and how many flights he had to climb. He would remember how many doors he had to open. How many shops and estates he’d been to. It would be quite worth it when he began designing the first gown for his new princess. It would be worth it to style her hair, apply rouge to her lips, and see her blush under the sparkles and lights that would surround and caress her so beautifully. He would make sure she had everything. She would be perfect, because she would be his without any means of escape. His new princess would belong to him and no one else in the world. He wouldn’t have to share her if he didn’t want to, and that was probably the most precious thing about how finding a companion through this route would be.
He moved to the third room number he remembered. The other two had been disappointing. He hoped this one would prove to be what he was looking for. It was becoming quite tiring to search and only be disappointed. Instead, he drew in a deep breath, and rolled his shoulders, entering the third room and looking in. There, in the dying light of the outside world was a vision of perfection. The light glanced off the dark hair falling in waves from the female’s head. It shone darkly, bringing out violet undertones. Her skin was pale and perfect, not a blemish in his sight. Her eyes were the most stunning shade of rubies, and perfectly fit into her face. Her lips were perfect and he drew closer, moving towards her instantly to assess the rest of her body, admiring the shade and posture she carried herself with. His peace started falter. He could feel the pull of wanting perfection under his fingertips. She was right here in front of him. He was going to take this princess. He couldn’t help himself. He felt his excitement bubble. He wanted his sewing kit and fabric swatches. He needed his measuring tape to fit everything, although he could tell most of it by eye. With the tiniest of smirks he reached out to touch her hair. ”You… You’re perfect. You have to come home with me. I’ll take you. You’ll come home! I need to design….” He gently took her wrist, giving her a tug towards the door, ready to pull her out of the room and the house. He was going to take her home so he could get to work on her new wardrobe. Surely, she wouldn’t mind, right? People wanted out of these shops didn’t they? Who cared if it was with the next man, or with him now? He was taking this woman home with him.
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 11:20 pm
  The ground was green and lush, the long blads of glass coated her, brushing against her in tickling sweeps. The air was clear, as was the sky. Soft white clouds blew by, but there was no shadows on the sun, and no sign of rain or storm. She rushed through the grass, joy coursing through her body as she ran, feeling fee. Her thoughts were clear and pristine, shouting her joy as she made a mad dash through the long grass. She was heading for the lake, which sparkled dazzling prismatic light off into the sky like a little piece of heaven. The mountains in the distant were purple and little sprouts of wild flowers bloomed here in there, making a picture perfect scene. This was her piece of heaven. This was her place. Her secret stretch of land that no one knew about. Maybe one day she would share it with someone special, but she had yet to meet the person that could make her think such thoughts. She was free now, running and exclaiming her joy to the world around her, disturbing the serenity only with happy sounds of freedom. She pushed forward, cresting over a hill and slid gently to the water’s edge, looking into the lake and taking in her reflection. Blue green eyes stared back, surrounded by red brown and ochre fur. Her muzzle reached down gently, touching the water, feeling it’s cool grip. She darted her tongue out to taste the sweet water. It quelled the thirst she’d had as if it were the last thing on earth she could drink. She barked happily at the reflection, wagging her tail gently in the cool breeze that blew in. And just as she was about to dash off, she felt the earth shake beneath her paws. She looked around, trying to find the source of the shakes. The skies had gone dark and the world around her began to break into pieces. Before she knew it she’d lost her footing and was falling into the lake, swirling deeper and deeper into the suddenly violent vortex. She howled, crying out for anyone that could hear her, reaching with paws as she tried to scrabble along the bank, but she was being pulled deeper and deeper into the abyss that was trying to devour her. She couldn’t’ breath, she was suffocating. She made one more futile reach…
When she hit the floor she woke up gasping. The sheets of the bed had wrapped around her body, constricting her chest. She was sweating profusely as her eyes scanned the dim room. Her heart raced painfully in her chest, as if by beating hard and fast enough, it would escape her. She put her hand to her chest, kicking the sheets off of her. Sitting still, she calmed herself down and pushed stray brown hair from her face. The opulence of the room was still stifling. She hadn’t been here long, but she didn’t need to be. She didn’t like being trapped in a room with so much grandeur. It made her nervous, and she was already skittish. When the slavers had found her, after the men’s usage of her, she’d been almost feral in her fear. The only reason she hadn’t been, was that she was broken. Utterly and completely. When they had brought her to this estate, she’d had to go through examination, as she was certain every other slave here had to go through. When they touched her, she flinched and whimpered. Even when the hands were kind, she flinched and shied away from them, terrified of what they could to do her. She’d been put in her room after they’d confirmed she had no open injuries to deal with, and that was where she’d been since. The only addition they’d made was the uncomfortable collar they had strung around her neck. It was bulky and problematic, as it often got in the way, but she wore it simply without protest. Closing her eyes, she shook away the terrible memories and stood up, shakily. She grabbed the edge of the nightstand and used it to help her towards the bathroom. Once she was inside she locked the door. There would be no more surprises.
She started the shower once she was inside, turning it on as hot as she could stand before stepping under the spray and letting the water run over her body, cleansing her from her nightmare. It had been so good, until the world had started falling apart. She couldn’t reach her wolf any longer, but she wanted to. She wanted to escape and go run wild and free in the woods by herself, but she couldn’t escape the estate, and she was safer within its walls than on the outside. She shook her head, helping to guide the water over her aching muscles and skin, soaping her body up so she would be clean. Only after she’d run the water cold did she venture out of the shower, wrapping a towel tightly around her body. She opened the bathroom door, checking to make sure no one was in the room, before leaving the bathroom and heading for the small dresser in the corner. She pulled on some pants and a shirt, clothing herself so there would be no surprise attacks from anyone who venture in. If she had clothes on, they would have to take them off because they could abuse her poor body. She ran fingers through her long hair, drying it off with the towel before giving a sigh. She was back to where she had been an hour ago. Alone and bored in the room. Only this time, she wasn’t panicking. Instead, she ran her fingers over the comforter and stared up at the ceiling Would anyone come and get her, or would she sit in wait forever in this estate? She wasn’t certain but she didn’t want to have eternity to figure it out. She wanted to run.
Moving from the bed, she picked herself up and went to the window, getting a nice glimpse of the back of the estate. There was a sprawling lawn that ran into woods. What she would give to be out of this house and out there running. She would even come back if they granted her the freedom. Maybe is she pleaded with the Mistress, she could stay at the Estate and work as some kind of receptionist, and run around on the back lawn as long as she came back. She wouldn’t go far, and she’d come right back. She could even work in the kitchen, cooking meals and such for the rest of the slaves here. She’d be a hard worker, and there would be no complaints. Anything that would let her out of the stifling room. She needed to shift and get in touch with her wolf again, and it would make her less stir crazy. But even as she thought of all these grand possibilities, she knew they would be impossible. The world did not work that way, much less, the estate did not. Even if she wished it could, it would not be as such. She gave and gentle sigh and propped her elbow on the sill of the window, gazing out longingly at the lawn. Surely someone would come and save her from her prison sooner or later right? She tucked her legs under her, playing with the hem of her longer shirt, smoothing it out so there would be no extra wrinkles. Maybe one day, someone would take her home and actually care about her, unlike those in her past. She would be good. A good housewife, or maid, or whatever was needed, as long as she was. That’s all she wanted. To be needed by another.
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