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 Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 9:34 pm
Aranels home is placed in the country. There are two floors, and attic, and the basement.
On the ground floor is Aranel's store, where you can buy nearly anything includings potions, spells, potions ingredients, curses, magicked items (ex: jewelry).
On the second is a guest room, living room, kitchen, and very small room that barely fits a twin sized bed, and chest of drawers. The small room was used for apprentices, but is now used for her slave.
The attic is basically one big bedroom where Aranel sleeps. Entering here without permission results in terrible punishment.
The basment is the largest and most extensive and is made up of three rooms. The main room is the largest and is where she makes the objects she sells. In a small room to the side is where she stores ingredients for potions. The last room is a bit bigger than the storage room. This is where she punishes any apprentice or slave who extensively angers her.
Out back is a greenhouse and garden where she grows any plants she may need for ingredients.
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 10:02 pm
The black ring used to transport Aranel, Meldiron, and Crimson opened into the main area of Aranels store. Shelves holding various bottles, dried plants and other things lined the walls. A counter stood across from the door, closing off access to the stairs and a door.
She turned to the Fox and smiled darkly. "Welcome to my humble abode. You will work here with me and you will do everything I tell you to. Understand?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 10:05 pm
Crimson bent over and tried not to hurl. The portal was not expected and he stared at Aranel with hatred in his eyes. The blood trickled down his cheek still.
"I get car sick... let alone dimension sick..."
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 10:09 pm
"Hm. Well, you'll simply have to get used to my teleporting. Its the fastest way to travel." Aranel replied very detatchedly. Meldiron hopped from her shoulder and onto the nearby counter. "Now, do you understand me?" She placed a hand under his chin, wiping the blood on his cheek with her thumb.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 10:13 am
Her rapidly changing emotions still stunned Crimson. She would be angry one minute then...almost caring. He bared his fangs at her touch, but restrained himself from lashing out. She was his master now, after all. He looked around the building before replying.
"Of course...master." He snarled. "What is it I will exactly be doing here?"
He stood straight up, his ratty clothes from the shelter dangling off of him, barely covering his chest and privates.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 1:58 pm
Aranel pulled her hand away and licked the blood off her thumb, her face turning more seious. "You'll be expected to help me around here. That includes running the store, cleaning, and helping me with my work. Basically, you'll be doing whatever I tell you to." She looked him over, easily taking in his rags. Her lips tugged down slightly.
"But first, we'd better find you some clothes. I won't have you running around my home dressed like that." She said, lifting a section of the counter and moving to the stairs. "Come with me." She made her way up the steps, lifting the front of her dress a bit to avoid stepping on it.
After reacing the top, she stepped into a hallway, past another flight of stairs and to a nearby door. She opened it and turned to him. "This, will be your room." She stated.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 9:34 pm
Crimson followed her closely and stared at the room. It wasn't large or fancy but it was better than what he had been in before. He turned to Aranel.
"Really?" He stuttered. "This is nicer than I expected of a slavemaster..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 9:39 pm
"Yes, well, you're the first slave I've had. This used to be the room where my apprentices stayed." She folded her arms across her chest and nodded to the dresser in the room. "In the drawers are some clothes. Pick something and put it on. And don't worry about them not fitting." Aranel had spelled the clothing kept in the room to adjust to the size of the wearer.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 9:52 pm
Crimson walked over to the dresser and looks inside. There was a huge selection of different styles and shapes. He found a pair of tight leather pants with several straps, buckles and zippers. He grabbed these and a black sleeveless vest the reached about halfway down his stomach. These were the types of clothes his former master had made him wear so it gave him a sense of nostalgia.
Pulling the clothes out of the drawer, he set them on the bed and removed his rags, revealing that he wore nothing underneath and unashamedly standing there like he was still clothed. Again another habit his former master forced on him.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 9:56 pm
Aranel's eyes widened slightly at the sight before quickly looking away. She grabbed the handle and shut the door, leaving herself in the hall with Meldiron. There was an ever so slight tinge on her cheeks. "You'd think he'd have some dignity." she muttered. Clearly, Aranel wasn't exactly accustomed to such sights.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 10:00 pm
Crimson heard the door slam.
"You'd think she had never seen one before..." He looked down and examined his body. "Oh well, it isn't like I'm the norm..."
He clothed himself, the clothes magically fitting to his body. Form fitting but not tight, except in that certain area. He knocked on the door.
"Is it alright for me to come out... master?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 10:03 pm
Aranel heard him through the door. "So long as you're clothed." She replied through the door. Her voice and appearance seemed a bit disgruntled. She forced the light blush in her cheeks to disappear before he could leave the room and see it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 10:05 pm
He opened the door and did a slight pose for his new master.
"Is this up to your "standards"?" he said sarcastically.
The clothes were tasteful but VERY goth and slightly slutty.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 10:11 pm
She cocked an eyebrow as she examined Crimson. "Hm. Thats actually a not a bad look for you." She replied smoothly before looking him in the eye.
"I guess now would be a good time to explain my rules. I don't have many, but consequeces for breaking them could become sever. 1) Do as I say and do it quickly. 2) You are not to go into my room unless I give you permission. 3) Meldiron must be given respect equal to what is given me. And 4...." She paused briefly, looking him over again. "Make sure you stay dressed."
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 10:13 pm
Crimson shrugged. Compared to his last master this was pretty tame.
"Whatever." He sighed. "I can take severe. But...I'll do what you ask...master..." He bowed slightly at the waist.
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