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StellaLuna SkyWind Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed May 01, 2013 12:44 am
 Welcome to the Durillos House. it's a streamlined and modern masterpiece befitting the personality of the Master within. From the outside there are several modern marvels archeitectually as well as Landscape wise. A small outside seating space can also be found. There is also a small garage on the property for vehicles.
Inside the house, there is another small eating space which is adjoining the kitchen. The inside is just streamlined as the outside, with a nice, sharp edged staircase that splits the first sitting area from the Second sitting area. On the same floor is the spare bedrom and bathroom.
Up the stairs is where Brayden does most of his hiding when he's not working. his simple bedroom and bathroom combo is more than enough to keep him happy and occupied.
Beneath the house are the most coveted features of the property. A large multi-leved library along with Brayden's Lab. They are normally strictly off limits to any but him, but maybe, just maybe, you might get it to show them to you if you can get him talking about his work.
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 10:17 pm
  Oh how he relished the fact that his little fox listened. He was frightened, no doubt. It was an emotion that bled through the little slave. Terror practically radiated off him in desperation, but Bray only smirked. That was good. He knew who was in charge. However, it was still quite intriguing to find such a specimen in this lower level basement. Normally these rooms were reserved for those who couldn't behave upstairs. Yet, this little fox didn't put up any sort of fight with him. Instead, he was surprisingly obedient, turning his eyes down when Bray looked at him, and not speaking. Only answering when he was spoken to. Someone had trained this little fox well. However, the constant fear would not be good for his research, there would have to be some level of comfort given, so that the fox didn't jump this way and that. Maybe a trip through his dreams would reveal his fears, and some delights that Bray could and would use to make his fox behave that much better. He continued his examination of the gentle fox, turning her chin slightly this way and that, taking in his features. His odd eyes. How beautiful he was. Someone so special, even in tattered rags, stood before him. The tender ears, though, those were ruined. How many piercings had been placed in those ears, removed, and re-pierced? His free hand tenderly moved to stroke its current state, containing a couple of hoops. Only briefly did he let the frown shadow his face before he let him go. He didn’t miss the fact that the fox seemed to stumble back. Bray had no time for him to cower and be weak. He would learn, and he would do best to learn quickly. Bray would teach him.
He didn’t have to wait long for the fox to follow him. Instead, the pale boy followed him rather quickly. They moved through the rather noisy hallway. This was the sound he expected from the basement location. Loud, noisy, screaming slaves expressing their displeasure or their torment. It seemed to frighten his little fox. The pale boy seemed to move closer. Bray didn’t give him the satisfaction of lifting his arm to encircle his shoulders. No. He would learn that Bray was cold and calculating, not loveable. Bray wouldn’t change for anyone. He was a scientist at the peak of figuring out his study, he wouldn’t stop for anyone. The incubus continued down the hallway and up the stairs, knowing with an almost certainty that his little fox would stay with him. After all, where else was there for the poor boy to go? Bray would just catch him, or the guards would. And he would be punished. Surely, his new pet had better manners and more common sense than to just run off in hopes of freedom? Without much care, Bray made his way up the stairs to the office where he had originally held a rendezvous with the Mistress of the estate. He upheld his side of the bargain, not damaging her property, and abided her rules. Now, he made sure that he crossed all the “t”s and dotted all the “I”s , both in a literal and figurative sense. He was ready to get home to his lab with his new project. His pet would be the key to his new research he just knew it. Something was special about this little fox, and whether it was just his eyes and lithe body, the way he behaved, or something even more lurking beneath the surface, Bray knew he was going to capture it and keep it to himself.
Once he was finished, he walked away from the office, turning once more to his new charge. With a tenderness, he reached out slowly and stroked the fox’s cheek, taking hold of his chin and tilting it up towards his own face. ”We’ll be going home now. If you try to run. You will be punished.” That was all he needed to say. Bray wasn’t a man of many words, but he knew that his little fox wouldn’t try to run. Not with a threat of punishment, but even without it, this little fox wouldn’t run. Not out of trying to get away at least. Fear? Quite possibly, but Brayden himself was quick when he needed to be. Instead, he thought about the looming future. His car was waiting at the edge of the property, just beyond the barrier erected by the Mistress of the estate. He led the little fox out that way, making no move to touch him, but carefully keeping the pale boy in his sights. He wouldn’t allow any harm to come to him. Not to his pet. He smirked, giving a soft “hmph” of amusement. His pet. A body that belonged to him exclusively. He didn’t know why it was so amusing to him, but it was. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t had another companion before, but he knew somehow that his fox would be different, and he was looking forward to it with immense pleasure. Once they reached the car, he held the door open for his new guest, inviting him in. There would be no going back now. He awaited his little fox to enter the vehicle before he himself slid in after him. It would be a long drive, but not one that the fox minded, or so he hoped.
It took only an hour or two for them to reach his home and lab. His modern home was a comfort, and as soon as the car had stopped, Bray removed himself from the seat and the car. He waited for his little fox to exit as well before shutting the door and starting towards the house. Once he reached the door, unlocking it, he gave one more look to his little fox before moving quickly to pick him up, sweeping him into his arms. ”don’t fight me. You need a bath. And new clothes…” The OCD of the incubus was coming out with his need for cleanliness. He would have it in his house. Quickly, Bray made work of crossing the living space, and heading for the stairs. He moved past them and into the spare bedroom. Then into the bathroom they went and Bray dumped the fox carefully into the tub. His eyes scanned the fox quickly and then he backed away. ”You do know how to bathe yourself yes? Do it quickly and get rid of those rags. We’ll have to find something else for you to wear in the meantime…. Stay here and clean yourself up. Don’t move from the tub until I am back.” Bray moved quickly, drawing out one of the large shirts from the room’s past tenant. It would be something the fox could swim in, but it would do for now. He didn’t even know if the fox preferred to wear the dresses, or if it was what he had been put in. He supposed he really didn’t care, but for now, he would work with what he had.
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StellaLuna SkyWind Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 10:11 pm
  
This master was very different from all his past masters... The little fox wasn't very used to being touched without pain being involved. Actually, he wasn't used to be being touched gently at all! The only times that his masters' hands were gentle towards him was only when he was very young and when he was receiving new clothes to wear. However, that was his very first master and his gentleness soon ended when he reached the age of eight. Miscolored eyes looked up at the very tall man that dominance just seemed to radiate from. Why wasn't he saying anything? The small teen was waiting for the onslaught of insults and the long lists of his faults to being pouring from the man's mouth, but those harsh words never came. Instead he frowned as eyes reached his ears, causing the crimson and gold eyes to look down.
Feeling gloved fingers move across the tattered ear, the fluffy ear twitched happily against his hand as the young fox blushed brightly. Was this man... petting him? Once the man let him go, the young fox quickly stumbled back. He didn't know what to think about this master. He was completely different. Of course he was still scary like all his past masters were, but he was the first to touch him so gently, and this man seemed a lot stronger than the others. It made the fox shiver at the thought of what his punishments would be like, but the teen was determined to keep this man very happy. He just hoped that he didn't mess up on any of his chores like he was sometimes proned to do.
Following his master out and following close behind him, the little fox didn't expect his master to touch or comfort him. After all, slaves were not meant to be comforted.. they were only meant to obey. Once they reached upstairs, the teen moved back and let his new master conclude his business with the mistress, which didn't take very long at all, and they were soon leaving the office and making their way towards the doors. Stopping when his master did, the fox looked up his eyes widening and ears falling back his cheek was stroked. He didn't understand this gentleness! What made this man want to be so gentle with him?! Nodding his head in understanding, the little teen began following the tall man once more. Once outside, the pale fox's ears and tail perked up as he began to look around with a smile. The warm sunshine felt nice and the fresh air was something that he always enjoyed, seeing as he was never outside much.
The white tail began to slowly wag as he enjoyed the sights and smells. Closing his eyes as he scented the air, the little fox sighed happily. He could smell all the flowers and trees! This was turning out to be a very good day! Smiling as they came to a stop at a very fancy car, the teen looked up at his master as he explained that they were going home. That was a funny word.. home.. As he got into the car, the teen began to think about all the different homes that he had over the past years... Once he was settled in his seat and his new master joined him, the teen watched the world go by before slowly dozing off and falling asleep.
His tail curled around him as his knees was pulled to his chest, causing the dress to rise and show more of his pale legs and small peek of his more... private areas. When they care came to a stop, mismatched eyes slowly opened and the fox quickly got out and followed his master to the front door. His new home was very large and pretty and the male was sure that he had never seen such a nice place before. Of course all of his others homes were nice but the fox just got a good feeling from this home, making it better than the rest. When his master picked him up, the fox felt his body tense as his eyes widened with fear. His tail began to cut the air nervously as he looked up with confusion and worry. The teen only nodded his head in understanding as he was carried and soon dumped into a tub. The little fox was never allowed to sit in a tub! Tubs were meant for masters only! When the order to sit still until he came back was given, the small slave's wars fell back. Was it really okay from him to use the tub? Watching the tall man leave, he looked toward the faucet and began to examine it.
They were colored differently and had these symbols on it that he didn't understand, but the fox reached out and turned one of the handles. Seeing the running water, he stuck his hand under and was enjoying the warm water but the water soon became hot, with a soft yelp the fox shut the water off and pulled his hand to his chest as tears filled his eyes. Whimpering softly as he turned the other handle, cold water began to run and after making sure it wasn't going to burn him, the fox removed his dress and moved closer to the faucet to begin cleaning himself. Grabbing the soap and beginning to wash his hair, the fox begin to wonder why the tub wasn't filling up. He had always thought there were supposed to but maybe he had been wrong? Rinsing the soap from his hair, he started washing his body with the same soap.
Wincing whenever he stretched a certain way causing the wounds on his back and shoulders to sting and slightly open once more. Though his body was mending, the slave was still covered in ugly scars, gashes, and bruises. He knew that his body was not a pretty thing, he had masters who had told him so, but the little fox hoped that he would be able to make his new master happy.
 ...I wish you find happiness...
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