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 Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 9:39 pm
 Welcome to The Slave Market!
Here you can find many different types of slaves ranging from something human to something... a little less... human.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 5:33 pm
Araneshi ♪♫"Nan`e"xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx« «“There are 4 kinds of Homicide: felonious, excusable, justifiable, and praiseworthy.”
ஆ The air was cold. So cold in fact, that the small harpy that inhabited her cage shivered as her feathers rippled lightly in the breeze. The pale creature's head was tucked into it's feathers in such a way that the chest of the bird woman connected with her head in acrobatic contortions. The wings of the creature were wrapped around it's body so tightly, not a speck of air could came through to touch it's blanched skin. Araneshi waited coolly in her cage as her eyes peaked through a slight crevice in her shoulder. The feathery plumage upon her nape ruffled loosely in the cool breezes.
Nan`e had been waiting quietly in her cage, barely stirring an inch. She hadn't spoken a single word since she had arrived and planned to keep it that way. The harpy had no intention of being seen. She had no intention of even being looked at. Her head tucked even deeper into her chest as she thought about it, trying to hide in the deepest corners of her little platinum cage. The cool bars touched the small of her back underneath her feathers and she backed away sharply. The heat of her skin against the cold bars stunned the small girl enough to cause her to crouch to her knees. Her wings followed limply in suit.
It wasn't like her wings would be able to do any much more than be the protection from the drafty market at this point. The downy feathers served as the perfect shield for when it would turn extremely cold in the room. The ropes that bound Nan`e were utterly annoying to say the least and chaffed at the fragile skin underneath the ebony feathers, but she figured it was just precautionary. After all, how many of these slavers were able to call a Harpy part of their loot?
The bird woman silently shivered to herself. She had gotten herself into this situation. She had fallen for the foolish trickery that her "sisters" had bestowed upon her. An initiation to prove herself from girl to adult. All she wanted to do was complete what was supposedly right and how was she repaid? With entangling ropes and chains around her large wings and a tight collar with jingling charms around her neck. Nan`e didn't see it as such a fair trade.
The girl waited silently as her violet eyes danced in the moonlight from her current position from the nape of her neck. Nan`e already had started a plan to seize her escape. She was already quite tired of this confinement even if she has only been in her cage for a few days. Being transported into the crowded room was bumpy and the rocking of the cage caused her feathers to slowly pluck themselves out between the ropes and chains. It was neither a pleasant feeling nor a painful one.
She can only compare the pain as when she would slowly pluck out the clumps of long hair upon the heads of the deathly souls that would travel through Tartarus. Or maybe it would be taking their eyeballs from out of their sockets? Or possibly even the feeling of her dagger like claws crawling up their bodies like poisonous snake bits, one p***k and prod at a time. Nan`e could feel her skin prickle at the thought of such pure bliss. Such absolute bliss.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 9:29 pm
 By God's holy trousers...Sighing to himself in a vain attempt to get his small tweed coat further up over his shoulders, the young Moriarty stared down at the scribblings he'd made in the dust on the floor. He tucked his chilled hands beneath his arms in an attempt to warm them up before he started at it again, casting a furtive glance around the shady establishment as he waited for the feeling to return. He'd just been getting the finer points of the locking mechanism of his container figured out, having watched the keys pass by more than enough times to drive him crazy. The rest had to be his own deduction skills, picking out which key belonged to his lock based on the tarnish of the keys and the lock itself. But the fact that it was a German lock helped greatly; German keys were easily as distinctive as the locks they came with, so that knowledge had narrowed down the selection quite a bit. But time, and no access to the keys, only gave him more time to get to know the inner mechanisms of the lock. Were it the old days, and were magic probably not involved, he would have likely escaped by then. But as it stood, times had changed to encompass more modern lock and key methods, and the inclusion of magic into the equation, something he as a physicist had never really considered before, made his capability to compute the data on outcomes and odds strangely inept.
Tucking a leg over his scribblings, he glanced over at the other cages cluttering the "market". It was a despicable excuse for a trade; selling people. But, he then supposed to himself that he was no better than the people who now owned him. At one point, he'd been on the verge of accepting an offer from the government to fund his own weapons program. Had he taken it, he would have been gambling in the same league with the men who owned him; the lives of people, innocent or not. The only difference was that his weapons probably would have destroyed thousands more people than these petty merchants could ever hope to sell. So, in that sense, he had no right to be looking down on people he would have been sitting below should he have accepted that fateful offer.
Leaning his head back against the bars that contained him, he realized that had he accepted that offer in the first place, his most likely future would have been to be dead by the current time. He smiled humorlessly to himself, letting out a slow breath. Yes, his life, and what little was left of his sanity and potential was well worth declining the offer. In spite of having gone on one of the most hellish runs of his life, that led him halfway across the world and within a hair of his death, he could honestly say that it had been worth it. He was alive, and in all potential, headed to a future that could hide him from who he had been. And for a physicist whose head was wanted on just about every government's platter worldwide, that would come to some wonderful use should it occur properly.
He could only hope that it would occur soon, because Heaven only knew, he wasn't fond of frostbite. Forgive me, on account of me bein' so bleedin' high and so bloody mighty.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 11:27 pm
 ╚════════════ » Ḯ ʋ ע_Ͽ ɭ a ᴙ ᴙ i ᴤ a_ ß ℓ a c ₭Her red hair might had stood out amongst her pale skin anyway, but with the dark blanket wrapped around her Ivy knew that a few extra stares were sometimes thrown her way. The blanket, draped over her shoulders, was held tight around her in a vain attempt to stay warm. She was simply a human, and while she normally recoiled at being held by another person, Ivy knew she could use some body heat right about now. Goose bumps rose on her exposed skin and under the blanket she tried to rub at her arms to keep some warmth through the friction. With her legs crossed beneath her and her back laid against the set of bars behind her Ivy could do nothing but wait like all the others.
In some ways she had become more accustomed to this life now, she had been stuck in these situations since she was a child and her hopes of actually getting away were slowly dwindling. While they lowered Ivy has not given up entirely on the idea of escaping, as can easily be seen in the stories of her past masters. Sucking in a deep breath Ivy rubbed her cheek against her shoulder, the blanket providing her some much needed warmth. The girl who used to be in the cage beside her had taken it from her last masters house, and had used it to keep herself warm before Ivy was even placed here. While Ivy normally tried to keep from forming friendships while in the cages this girl had been special, and her rule of maintaining only pleasant acquaintances had been hard to keep.
Her name was Sophie, and the two of them had spoken to each other easily. While Sophie had been younger she was mature for her age and optimistic through the struggle. They had found it easy to talk with each other and because of it Sophie passed over her blanket every now and then. Upon being spotted by an owner Sophie gave the fabric to Ivy with a smile before being pulled from the cage. It had been hard to watch her leave, and Ivy remembered why she had established the rules she did for herself. It was important to keep a clear head in these situations, and idle chatter with someone who would soon leave you or vice versa always left you depressed.
Hugging the blanket tighter into one hand Ivy lifted another to fit a finger under her collar. The charms were cold; clinking lightly as she played with the material. Collars were nothing new; she had worn a few before, though her distaste for them had never really gone away. She had to wonder how long this cold would last, though she hoped that she would be out of the cage soon enough. The weather was not unbearable yet but more uncomfortable than anything.
Your heavenly glow
It darkened by deaths lips
The cruelty of this vendetta
That you have placed against me
Pressures me also into the abyss  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 12:37 pm
Male | Demon | 432 years
Call Me Master
I own you. The thought of purchasing a slave even surprised him, but here he was: at the slave market. There wasn't a wide variety to choose from, so prices were higher than normal; but Bryan didn't know that. It wasn't like money was a problem with him anyway, seeing as living for over fourhundred years allows you to accumulate the green over time. So if there was so much that wasn't being used, why not spend it? Or, here's a better idea... why not donate it? The thought of donating precious money disgusted Bryan, knowing he'd find a better use for it than to help out other people. He wasn't selfish, persay... just rude and... okay, he was selfish.
Hazel eyes scanned the prisoners that were locked in their cages, but he still seemed uninterested. After a moment, he began to walk along the outside of the cages, getting a closer look. That was when his eyes caught sight of the harpy. He made no facial expression as he lowered his body into a crouching position before the caged birdwoman, eyes studying her. It had been a long time since he'd seen one of her kind -- and it somewhat pleased him. Yet, he was not the biggest fan of what she was. To Bryan, harpy's were annoying creatures who stole his kill, so he was likely not to buy this one. A slight huff of air exited his nostrils, as if he was giving a tiny laugh before standing to his feet and continuing his way along the outside of the cages.
The sight of a male in a cage did not interest him whatsoever. He was not looking for a male slave -- and had no intention of even taking a second look. So of course, he continued on yet again. But that was when his eyes caught sight of firey red hair among a dark blanket. One eyebrow raised as he looked to the girl curiously. She was human, no doubt, but she was quite the looker. Just as he did before, Bryan lowered himself to a crouching position in front of the new female, eyes studying her of what he could see. Her charms and collar said she wasn't anything like he was looking for, but she... might do. Besides, who said training wasn't possible? If she was to be his pet, she would be trained just like a pet.
"It is cold, isn't it?" Bryan's deep voice came out, but it sounded amused, as if he were taunting her.. Surprisingly, he was wearing just a light coat that really looked like it wasn't warm -- yet he was fine. His body constantly gave off more heat than normal, so he found no need to dress too warm when he would be warm just like this.
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 1:28 pm
╚════════════ » Ḯ ʋ ע_Ͽ ɭ a ᴙ ᴙ i ᴤ a_ ß ℓ a c ₭She had kept her position too long and the stinging numbness that creeps in as body parts start to fall asleep hit Ivy at full force. Untangling herself quickly she pushed her legs out in front of her, allowing them to leave the area protected by the blanket for a moment. With them stretched out she flexed and pointed her toes, hoping the movement would stop the feeling. Her feet were clothed in mary jane’s; the flat black shoe attached across the top of her foot with a silver buckle. Beneath them a pair of tights that did little to help keep the air away from her skin. If she were to remove the blanket one would see the black turtle neck and dark purple knee length skirt beneath. Her last master had only liked dark colors and it was a wonder that she had been able to find the purple amongst the shades of grey and black.
Shifting now Ivy pulled in her legs to keep them bent against her chest and draped the fabric over her knees. She heard chatter around her but kept her eyes downcast. There was always someone talking, always something going on. Fights broke out often between an unruly slave and the guards but Ivy never understood the point. She wanted to get out of this place just as much as the next person but it was pointless to try and to id here. Whenever she made it to the market she knew she wasn’t at her top, be it from a final beating or just at the moment it was decided she be placed back into market. Either way it would be better to be picked up by someone first and then get some food and rest before planning an escape. Of course that plan hadn’t quite worked for her yet but it almost had. She’d gotten out of the house a few times but often never completely off the property before being tackled to the ground and dragged back to the house. Sure there had been one or two masters she hadn’t run from, but that was because she believed it might actually have been worth staying. One of them had died and the other had fallen into hard times having to leave the country rather abruptly.
While taken up in her thoughts Ivy hadn’t noticed the new man who was walking about, trying to find a suitable slave. When she heard his voice Ivy knew that someone was in front of her cage, though his greeting didn’t make her very happy. Without answering she first looked up at him without moving her head, then slowly shifted it back against the bars to get a better view of the man. He surely didn’t sound concerned about the weather, nor did he seem to be the type who often pointed out the obvious for no apparent reason. Letting out a short breath she replied, “Really? I hadn’t noticed.” Ivy wasn’t usually one to get off on a sarcastic note with anyone but how was she supposed to reply, ‘Oh yes master, very cold indeed.’ Like that would ever happen.
Your heavenly glow
It darkened by deaths lips
The cruelty of this vendetta
That you have placed against me
Pressures me also into the abyss xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 2:02 pm
Male | Demon | 432 years
Call Me Master
I own you. The redhead's sarcastic reply actually amused him, causing a small smirk to cross his lips. Hazel eyes studied her for a moment longer before he held out his left hand, palm facing upward. His fingers were just between the bars, so she could touch his hand if she wanted... which is basically want he was wanting her to do. Bryan watched her, waiting to see if she would make the move to reach out and touch his hand or not. And if she did -- she could feel that his skin was extremely hot. The temperature of his body was way above normal compared to a humans, but that could be just one of the positive points of being a demon. Heh. However, he said nothing, just watched and waited.
Seeing as he'd never had a slave before, he wasn't completely sure what to expect. Of course, he knew everybody was different; and if he didn't know that after living this long, he probably shouldn't be alive still. But anywho, each individual had their own temperament, personality, skills, everything. You couldn't just read a person at first glance -- this is not judging books by the cover! However, his assumption for this girl was that she would be quiet, and probably halfway between obedient and disobedient; depending on what was going on. Really, he wouldn't mind... he'd have her trained like a damn pet in no time. Or... atleast he thought he would. [] Short, sorry. I have to get ready for work in a few, and I have to reply to another guild before I do. xD If you're not satisfied with my post, let me know and I'll redo it after work. []
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 3:52 pm
╚════════════ » Ḯ ʋ ע_Ͽ ɭ a ᴙ ᴙ i ᴤ a_ ß ℓ a c ₭When he said nothing and smiled, Ivy believed that he was not pushed away by her sarcasm, which in a way had its benefits. If he was amused by it, that meant she did not have to be as careful about what she said or for that matter how she said it. The problem was most masters were different out in public then they were back in their own domain. For those who liked control that first time a new slave entered their house was the biggest thing for them. It was their territory and a new slave coming in knew nothing of the place, not where they could hide or where anything was. It forced the slave to either be dependent or to wander in order to find things. There had been times where Ivy was left to find her way and others where she found another slave to help her out. Even though she didn’t like being led around like a dog following its owner that happened more times than not.
Ivy still couldn’t get that great of a feel for the man before her, and then he offered up his hand. Did he expect her to sniff it like a dog? Shake it like they were meeting for lunch to talk about business? Or actually think she would place her own in it like he would lead her out to a dance floor. Ivy’s eyebrows drew together slightly as she moved her blue-green eyes up from his palm. There was nothing to give him away on his face and so she pulled a hand from under the blanket to swat away the appendage that invaded her already small amount of space but before she could come in contact with his hand she stopped. There was warmth there, heat radiating from his skin. Her fingers danced tentatively before slowly resting over his palm. Ivy’s delicate hand laid atop of his and her other came out from beneath the blanket to cover the other side. With his hand now sandwiched between hers Ivy came forward, the movement causing the blanket to fall away from her shoulders and sit in a pool around the lower half of her body.
Now that she was close enough Ivy pulled his hand lightly, tugging it into the bars as her body acted alone. The warmth captivated her and she drew his hand to her cheek, allowing it to rest at one side as it thawed the icy chill she was feeling. Realization washed over her and she dropped the hand scooting away back to her original spot. Fumbling with the blanket Ivy draped it back around herself, heat actually rising from somewhere deep within to her cheeks as they slowly turned pink. She did not meet his gaze, busing herself instead with a loose thread on the blanket as she tried to calm her heartbeat.
Your heavenly glow
It darkened by deaths lips
The cruelty of this vendetta
That you have placed against me
Pressures me also into the abyss xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ((No worries it was fine, had enough to work with xp ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 7:59 pm
Male | Demon | 432 years
Call Me Master
I own you. He watched her hesitation and confusion, his face mainly expressionless as she was unsure of what to do. When she went to swat his hand away, he knew what his initial reaction would be... to grab her wrist and pull her to where her body hit the front of the cage. But the human decided better against the swat, which actually pleased Bryan. He did not want to have to hurt her -- at least not at the moment. Sure, he got off by causing others pain sometimes... being rough, slapping them around, but it was mostly willing on both sides. He didn't want to hurt her to teach her a lesson, but he knew he would if it came down to it.
Before he knew it, she was pulling his hand toward herself and curling around the warmth of his appendage. This actually made his smirk reappear, eyes watching the young girl. "Good girl..." Yet as he said it, she had pulled away and covered herself back up. Once again, the demon was amused. "Alright, if you choose to stay in the cold, then that's your decision. I'll leave you to it." With that, he stood up to his ful height of six feet and four inches. His body turned, hands going into his pockets as he began to move onto the next caged victim. But the thing was.... he was hoping that she would call him back. It was his way of knowing that she needed him -- needed his warmth. He could give her much more than just warmth, but this would be all she received for now... if she asked for him to come back, that is.
Like most of the masters here, Bryan had a need for power. He had this urge to know he could control somebody if he wanted -- even if he never used that control. Also, he had the need for someone to depend on him. Rather than being like normal people and going to have a family so that urge will go away... he just wanted a slave instead. A slave would depend on him to feed them, to shelter them, to clothe them, to bathe them... All he wanted was to know that he could turn someone's life around with the snap of his fingers and the word 'no.' You could say he had a problem -- which this would only be one of many -- but it wouldn't be anything he hadn't heard before... considering the poor guy occassionaly heard voices, which had been going on since he was a human.
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 10:54 pm
╚════════════ » Ḯ ʋ ע_Ͽ ɭ a ᴙ ᴙ i ᴤ a_ ß ℓ a c ₭His words only added to the heat rising toward her face, in a way it felt nice, though she feared how it would look in his eyes. She swallowed hard, pulling at the loose thread in the blanket as they stayed there in silence only for that moment. When he spoke, his voice the only thing she could hear, Ivy fought the urge to turn immediately toward him. That would be what he wanted, for her to acknowledge all that had just occurred; which would only make everything that much more real. Ivy listened to him, debating on how to reply after all that. He could have easily of pulled away, calling her disgusting for touching him with her filthy hands…yet he hadn’t. Was she supposed to give him brownie points for that? He could still very well be a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Ivy looked up after he stood, he was tall, much taller than her five foot seven. It meant he would always be looking down at her, never on the same level. Watching him step away caused her heart to pick back up in pace. Her head was telling her to call out to him, this source of warmth in the never ending cold was leaving. With the wall of bars surrounding her she could not run to him but could she really grant him the satisfaction of her need? Her tongue reached out to lick her chapped lips as she moved forward to keep an eye on his slowly retreating body. “Wa…”
It was a start, but Ivy was unsure of if she could take these chances. She would not allow her body to act alone again without thinking this through. He was testing her, there was nothing more to it and she could very well be playing into a very deadly game. Still there was the question of how much longer she would last here, how much longer she would have all her toes and not face a fight with hypothermia. Ivy closed her eyes, fighting through another breath as she thought it all over. How could she come back from this knock to her pride? Asking him to come back when she had barely said a sentence to him thus far. Finally she opened her eyes again, gazing over his back, the material that he barely needed to cover his scorching skin. “Wait.” The word pushed past her lips, her better judgment taking control of the situation for the here and now. If he left…he might not come back. At least if he came back, she would have a little more time, plus he could always just leave again.
She hadn’t spoken loud, but she figured he would have heard her, and if he didn’t…well she wasn’t about to say it again. If he played the game of pretending not to know she said anything, she would have to let him go. Ivy had some sense of pride, and she couldn’t go that far. He obviously was not human, and in her experience that meant they heard what they wanted to and there was not enough distance between the two of them yet for that word to get lost amongst the other sounds that filled the air. A voice from her past rung in her ear, ‘Weak…just a weak little girl…and don’t you forget it.’
Your heavenly glow
It darkened by deaths lips
The cruelty of this vendetta
That you have placed against me
Pressures me also into the abyss xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 11:12 pm
Male | Demon | 432 years
Call Me Master
I own you. The demon knew it wouldn't take long for Ivy to call out to him, because even he could tell it was freezing outside. He was not cold, but by now he'd gotten used to telling the difference between average temperature and freezing cold, as well as heat... but nothing ever really bothered him. His body was used to heat, and could even stand extreme temperatures because his body never got overheated, or cold. It was only one temperature for him, and that was hot. Yet, it was comfortable for his skin, and obviously comfortable for hers at the moment. There were many advantages of being a demon, but also disadvantages...
The word 'wait' rung in his ears as he was slowly walking away. Of course, he was moving slowly so she didn't think she'd lost her chance of him hearing... and when she finally spoke up, his lips twitched into a smirk, but it quickly faded. Instantly, Bryan turned around and slowly began to make his way back toward the cage. Hazel eyes stared in at her, as if trying to read what she was thinking, even though he was incapable of such a thing. But it was still obvious that she was unhappy of calling him back -- who wouldn't be? Showing dependence and helplessness was a stab at anyone's pride, and Bryan knew that personally. Never would he make himself dependent on someone, nor show anyone that he was helpless. Upon reaching the cage, the demon crouched down in front of the bars again, eyes peering in at her still. He was quiet for a long moment while he studied her, but eventually his mouth opened as he spoke. "When someone shows how helpless and needy they are, it means they have finally come to terms with knowing they are going to die if they do not seek the attention needed. Do you admit you are desparate for warmth, food, and shelter?" It was almost as if he was playing with her -- testing her to see how far she would let him play with her mind. It was a wicked thing to do, but Bryan enjoyed to pick and pry at people's feelings and thoughts; knowing he had mastered the art of doing so long ago.
Perhaps the reason to his ways was when he was human. His wife, Laura, had left him with their son... fearful of what Bryan was going through. Of course, a lot of things happened at the time, and Bryan ended up being killed by the villagers that lived near him. He committed a sin -- a very large sin -- hence why he is a demon now. If it were committed within this time period, he would be in prison. But no, back in the 1500's, no mercy was shown for what he had done. He was a murderer, and insane. Yet insane was something he'd been called his entire life.
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 11:42 pm
╚════════════ » Ḯ ʋ ע_Ͽ ɭ a ᴙ ᴙ i ᴤ a_ ß ℓ a c ₭Ivy was biting softly on the inside of her cheek when he stopped down the path from her cage. She had gotten his attention but was unsure if she should want it as he turned around to come back. Gripping the blanket around her she watched him take his place back in front of her cage, beyond the bars, his warmth just out of reach. She had come forward a little bit, her back no longer resting on the bars but instead up straight in the middle of her cage. She couldn’t look at him as he studied her, not that there was much to see as most of her stayed behind the shroud of the cloth. Her mind was working at all different wave lengths about what she had just done and if there had been a better way she could have gone about it. What else could she have done? Said? Was there a way that would have been less demeaning?
The questions seemed to have no answers; or at least none that she could have come up with. There were much worse things she could have said, and her tone could have held much more like to a beggar than it did. Ivy didn’t like the silence much, it left her to much to her own thoughts and was happy when she first heard his voice. That moment was soon lost as his words registered with her. Her head snapped toward him, a glare held quick in her gaze. How dare he! This damn game was too much, and Ivy would no longer play the meek, needy being he cast her as. “I have no intention of giving up on life so easily.” She knew immediately he was enjoying this, and though he was not the first she faced in these series of games, Ivy always had a hard time keeping her head in such instances. “How dare you belittle me so for I will not admit to such a thing.”
It was clear instantly that he saw himself much above her, giving her little dignity. She regretted ever speaking to this man and falling so low to ask for him to come back. How did he expect her to reply, a nod of the head? A small little ‘yes sir’ to strip her of the little pride she had left. No. She would look him in the face and stand the small amount of ground she owned. She would never grant him the power he wished to hold over her, not like this.
Your heavenly glow
It darkened by deaths lips
The cruelty of this vendetta
That you have placed against me
Pressures me also into the abyss xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 12:12 am
Male | Demon | 432 years
Call Me Master
I own you. The tone of the girl's voice made a small grin cross Bryan's lips. She would not belittle herself, which pleased him. It was true he enjoyed playing mind games, but he wanted a challenge as well. If he could not handle this girl, then he figured not many could. It wasn't so much that he saw himself superior to others... but more of the fact that he had little patience and an aggressive temper, which scared a lot of people. When he grew angry, a few physical features changed. His eyes, his skin... and occassionaly, wings. He had no wings at the moment, but the reason for them not being in sight was for they were in his back, buried beneath his skin. It was a painful way to have them if he needed them out... but he figured it was safer to not draw too much attention to himself.
The demon was pleased that she stood her ground, and was quite amused at the fact that she didn't give in after the point of asking him back. If he was to take this girl as his own, then that little part of her would change. As stated before, Bryan would train her just like a dog. He would reward her for good behaviors, and discipline her for bad. The grin on his face remained as he chuckled some once she finished speaking. "Mmm... good girl. I like that you stand your ground." Yet he did not tell her his reason for liking it; and probably wouldn't tell her unless she asked. "Tell my your name, babydoll." And now started the pet names. The man should probably be infamous for the pet names he calls women. They were never demeaning, really -- unless it was during some dirty, hardcore bedroom time -- but they weren't very affectionate, either. They were just pet names; something he used most of the time instead of their real names.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 12:34 am
╚════════════ » Ḯ ʋ ע_Ͽ ɭ a ᴙ ᴙ i ᴤ a_ ß ℓ a c ₭In a way she was angered that even her words now pleased him. She caught the upturn of his mouth, and could only wonder what was crossing his mind. Not many could push Ivy to this point so quick, but it was how he spoke that did it. How he up and left in a second almost knowing she would call out for him. His little speech scored him little points with her. If this is how he treated her while she sat defenseless in a cage…how would he differ when she was away from the bars, out from beneath her blanket? Ivy kept her eyes on him, showing she was unhappy with him by her expression alone.
She did not like that he was now laughing at her, though he did not say so she doubted he remembered something of his past that could be called funny. His words made her uneasy, though Ivy planned to not allow that to be known. The attached ‘babydoll’ caused her eyes to narrow as she let out a small huff, “Well it’s not babydoll.” Why should she give him the pleasure of knowing her name, maybe she should just keep that to herself. Of course he could go ask any of the guards to find out but he would have to first find one that knew. Ivy debated the idea, if he did end up purchasing her what would he call her? Babydoll? Now that he knew it irked her he most likely would.
“Ivy.” It was obvious she was skeptical on whether she should have shared that bit of information or not, but her own name would be better then ‘girl’, ‘honey’, or ‘babydoll’. She just had to hope he would use it, and perhaps now share his.
Your heavenly glow
It darkened by deaths lips
The cruelty of this vendetta
That you have placed against me
Pressures me also into the abyss xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 12:44 am
Male | Demon | 432 years
Call Me Master
I own you. Hazel eyes just stared back at her, and one eyebrow cocked a bit as she narrowed her eyes. Did he anger her? Most likely. Did he care? Not really. But it was only in his nature to not care.. Not because he was a demon, but because he was Bryan. He had no reason to care about anyone else, and really felt no need to even attempt. Well... except for one person... who is long gone now. "Ivy," he repeated, "Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." Oh, there he went... throwing out the flirtacious comments and whatnot. Flirting was not intended, but it was just how he worked. The demon flirted with almost every girl he came across, so it was mainly in his personality... that, and to get laid. But that rarely comes anywhere near caring. Heh.
"My name is Bryan." And, once again, he set his hand out and between the bars. But this time, instead of facing his palm up he set his hand sideways in an offer to shake her hand. Mainly, the b*****d just wanted to see if she'd do it after he insulted her and called her a name she clearly did not enjoy being called. He was all about tests. Tests and challenges. And power, obviously... he was one hell of a dominantor. He's never really submitted to anyone in his life, aside from demons more powerful than himself. But it wasn't exactly submission... more of just acknowledging that they were more powerful, and he was to watch his boundaries and words. [] Part of me wonders why my cat is running and jumping on a trash bag like it's a damn slip n' slide. []
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