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 Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 12:15 am
-picture to come soon The Third Floor
The Third Floor holds exotic slaves as well as the common ones. The slaves are held in cages with the more dangerous ones off to the far left side of the floor, the aggressive ones in the middle, and the calmer ones closer to the doorway.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 12:56 pm
 ⋠ คsten ⋡
╚══════════════╝ Asten was moving up in the world. Quite literally. If the view from the distant windows were any indicator, she was at least on the third floor of some building. The last places she'd been taken, she was contained in a basement to keep her from shifting and simply flying away. Not that she would have been much tempted. The first and only time she'd attempted such a thing - a month after being taken - they'd broken both her wings and shifting back to having broken arms was excruciatingly painful. That had been when she'd realized the only way she was getting out by being bought, like a toy or a piece of furniture. It galled her, but fighting only made it worse. So she stayed quiet, sullen even, barely giving prospective masters a glance. And so she'd been left alone for four years, but her time was nearing an end.
This was her last chance, she'd been told. If someone didn't buy her at this place, they'd either sell her through illegal means or kill her and sell her organs on the black market. One way or another, they said, she was paying 'her' debt.
It wasn't horrid, this place. She was near the door, away from the more dangerous slaves on this floor, and close enough to a window to see the sky again. The only time she saw it anymore was when her blindfold slipped when they dragged her cage to and from buildings. They always made her shift, as her swan form could be shoved into a smaller cage, easier to drag around. Here, Asten was in her human form, cleaned and clothed and securely locked away. She'd grown used to that last part, and the first two were a blessing.
And now here she was, in the Marketplace, some odd collar around her neck with her legs tucked under her as she waited. This time would be different, she promised herself. She would smile, be nice, and try to talk. God, it was hard to talk. Public speaking had never been her strong suit - singing was another matter altogether - and over the years her voice had fallen almost completely silent. But no one seemed to want a mute, 'cultured', slave. Maybe a mute one who wouldn't mind being a sex toy, but she'd pecked the eyes out of the first man to try that. That was the only time she'd drawn blood and she hadn't enjoyed the sight of it. It had just been sheer panic. She'd paid for that too.
This place seemed more...refined? Professional, at the very least. Maybe someone here would want a slave that wasn't for beating. Hell, she wouldn't care if she just stood in a corner all day, as long as she wasn't abused. There had been enough beatings in her four years in the hands of slavers to last her a lifetime.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 1:53 pm
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Gunji sighed as he made his way to the market. Today he was going to find himself a nice pet. Wether it was a boy or a girl or a thing, it had to be cute or pretty in some way. As he walked into the market, someone was eyeing his claws nervously and Gunji paused to look down at them. Why didn't anyone let him bring them around? With another sigh, this one slightly frustrated, Gunji took the blades off and hook them onto his belt. He flipped his red hood down at the same time and ran his fingers though his messy blond hair in attempt to untangle it. As he walked, he sang obnoxiously and hummed, catching a few stared and glares from the people around him. Gunji didn't care. He just laughed as someone told him to shut up. It was always fun to bug the hell out of people. Gunji eventually stopped though when he got to the third floor. Now what was he looking for? Right. Something cute and pretty looking, male, female, or whatever. As long as it was pretty and it was cute and he could cuddle it. The place was full of cages and Gunji peered into each one. His search didn't last long.
"What's this?" he asked in a singsongy voice. As he stopped and crouched down to get a better look at the pretty female in the cage, Gunji 's claws clattered together loudly. The man grinned widely and his green eyes lit up. "You're a pretty little thing aren't you?" he said with a laugh. Reaching through the bars, Gunji touched her cheek then pulled his hand away. She didn't look very happy at all and it made the tall blond frown. How could something so pretty be sitting here looking so sad? Was that even allowed? Sure it was not.
Glancing at her collar, Gunji noticed that she was the calm and quiet type... Unlike Gunji but he didn't care. He also noticed the small bed and smiled. Gunji liked to cuddle and it seemed she did too. She had talent as well and that interested Gunji. She was the first slave he's really noticed and seemed perfect for him. "Does the pretty little thing have a name?" Gunji asked curiously as he leaned down to look into her golden eyes. Even her eyes were pretty. Everything about this girl was just pretty and Gunji loved that. "Do you want to come home with me?" he asked in the kind of voice you would use when talking to a puppy. It was funny he would asks such a thing since, even if the girl said no, Gunji was going to bring her home with him anyways. He wanted something pretty like her to keep him company.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 2:11 pm
⋠ คsten ⋡
╚══════════════╝ The morning had gone by and was a complete bust. Only one or two people had showed up, neither of them even glancing at her, and both left without a slave anyway. It was late morning now and she was just sitting, trying not to look as bored as she felt and ignoring the sinking feeling in her chest. Today was her last chance and despite her best effort, Asten was starting to get nervous about her prospects. She couldn't exactly jump up and yell, 'Buy me, keep me in one piece!', after all.
And then someone actually spoke. To her, at her, it didn't matter, but he was in front of her cage. As he peered at her, she inspected him through long lashes, taking in the sight of claws a bit nervously. When he touched her cheek, she almost jumped back and had to freeze her body. Insulting someone would be bad, he'd get mad and walk away. No one had ever called her a "pretty little thing" before, maybe that was a good sign? She hadn't a clue. He frowned, before talking to her in that tone of voice reserved for puppies and lost animals. The smile she'd been trying to force out ended up coming to her lips naturally, amused by how he was speaking to her. Not many men would talk so silly in front of others.
"My name is Asten. Asten Damo Valens," she said quietly, unsure how to answer his other question. It was a big, fat YES, to be honest. She'd take what she could get. And he didn't seem terrible. Maybe he'd think honesty was funny? "And as long as you aren't looking for a punching bag, I'd be glad to go home with you," she added, her smile fading just a little as she anticipated anger and the loss of another potential buyer. And he got her to talk, without stammering or pausing or freezing. Huh.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 2:52 pm
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Gunji smiled at her reply when he asked her name. Even her name was pretty. At her answer to whether or not she wanted to go home with him, confusion crossed Gunji's face. Why would he be looking for a punching bag in a slave market? Taking a moment to think about that, he guessed that meant a yes since Gunji was, in fact, not looking for a punching bag. "Alright! That's good, and besides, I already have a punching bag," Gunji said in quite literal terms. If he knew that she had not meant punching bag literally, he would have simply called for a guard without needing to reply. Gunji wasn't very good with figurative speech and sarcasm but Gunji knew didn't want a pet to release stress. He could to that while working. Gunji wanted a pet to kep him some company while eh was at him with nothing to do.
Calling a guard over, Gunji told him he wanted Asten then smiled as he handed the man the right about of cash. The guard opened the cage and clipped a leash to Asten's collar, giving the other end to Gunji and the man smiled as he stood up. "Let's head home then... Unless I need to buy you clothes. You need clothes right?" Gunji asked curiously. The could go to the closest shopping district and buy her a lot of clothes so that they wouldn't need to go back to get her clothes. Gunji needed to get cat and dog food anyways. The strays always ate their food up very quickly.
Gunji smiled at his new pet and lead them out of the building so that they could head home or head off to get Asten some clothes. Whatever the girl wanted. Looking at the leash in his hand, he glanced up at Asten. "You won't run away if I remove the leash will you? If you do I'll have to chase you and I would rather you didn't get hurt," Gunji said as his hand moved to unclip the end of the leash. Gunji may have lacked knowledge but he was smart enough to know that it simply wasn't right to put people on leashes. People didn't belong on leashes because... Dogs did.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 11:53 pm
 Michiru Agi Michiru had managed to escape his sister this morning, as she was looking to get him to try on her newest creations. She'd made a few things with a lot of frills this time, which is why Michiru had made a mad dash out of the house. Besides the fact that he had already planned to go somewhere else. A place that sells beings as slaves. Not that Michiru would ever consider someone a slave. The idea piqued his curiousity so he went to look, needing someone around, kind of companion.
The driver pulled up to the store, and Michiru got out and went inside. He was told the set up of what slaves were on what floors, and the exotices sounded interesting, so he went to look. He got off at the third floor, and began walking down the hall, glancing into the cages. Seeing some interesting beings. Though his attention was brought immediately to the bouncing bunny ears atop one of the so deemed slaves there. He kind of absentmindedly wandered over to the male there, the bunny guy. If not for the warning or more scolding from the guards, he'd have had his hand through the bars attempting to touch those ears. Fidgeting slightly, "Um...h-hello...?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 12:45 am
 ★ TELL ME BABY IF IT'S WRONG TO LET MY HANDS DO WHAT THEY WANT ★ Long lashed eyes blinked open slowly, a devilish look already submerging as the sleepiness faded away. The guards didn't like it when slaves slept during business hours, and this particular one did it all the time. There wasn't really much that he could do in the cage, but maybe it was what they thought he was capable of doing to them that made the look creep them out. When he saw the reaction, his usual grin slowly stretched his features: lips parted, the corners angled up slightly, tongue barely flicking out along this bottom lip. This look seemed to be communicated as 'I know what you're thinking and I know you know it.' At least, that was one of the ways they usually translate it. The guard did that little creeped-out shiver and said, "No sleeping during business hours." Angel sat slumped in his cage, legs stretched out, long black rabbit ears scraping the top of the cage. The male yawned, barely shifting his position as he looked out of the cage and throughout the room. Smoothing down his sleeves, the demon slowly leaned forward, every movement as it always was: seductive. The way he allowed himself to move, he knew it made him more eye catching, more distracting. When you looked at him it was hard to look at anything else, but his movements were made to make you look in his direction, imply a meaning to his looks. Even when he'd been kicked in the face by the guards, the look from before hadn't faded, but in fact grew; this was when the freaking out had started.
By now Angel was still leaning forward, lips still slightly parted but they weren't really doing anything at the moment. The demon had his face resting on his knuckles, arm propped up at the elbow on his knee. He was watching a more dangerous slave struggle and bark on the other side of the room, amused that he hadn't realized how futile his actions were. But his ears twitched, slipping against the cage roof again, when he heard the guards talking to someone else. More cloth rustling, until there was someone standing at his cage, fidgeting. He didn't move, his head didn't shift to look at the person, until he heard a stuttered greeting. Angel did a slow blink, and when his eyes were opening the irises were moving toward the master as the action was finished. The grin emerged on his face again, though this time it seemed to say, 'Oh look; food.' Angel moved his head from its resting position on his hand, lowering her arm as he turned to face the master. Very small, petite, cute. Women were good curvy and leggy, or straight and small and cute. With men, there was only one type. "May I help you, master?" Angel said. He called the ones he liked master, even if they hadn't shown any sign of buying him. Usually they assumed he always called master the people who stopped at his cage. The guards knew better; though they seemed to be confused as to whether his actions were sexual, murderous, or both; maybe both, because they stood at attention when the word 'master' escaped his lips. ★ CLOSE MY EYES HERE YOU ARE DANCING IN THE DARK ★
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 9:25 am
Michiru Agi Michiru had seen as he walked over, how the guards behaved around this rabbit male, wondering was he really so bad or anything. Well it explained the warning, though Michi figured he would be getting those warnings regardless of what floor he was on. He couldn't help it, he wanted to pet those ears. Though he kept himself contained. His gaze ran over the male in the cage, looking over his body, taking in his appearance and everything. He was slender but not like Michiru was, this male had some muscle to him, where Michi had a more slight and feminine frame. Then there was that pretty oceanic, teal like hair color, and those red eyes or more pinkish tinged. He was curious indeed, this male caught something in his mind, intrigued him.
Now caught under the gaze of those red eyes, seeing the male's expression change to a grin. There was something, he couldn't tell what, like something hiding behind those eyes, that the male was thinking or wanting to say. It was like a little mischievous flicker almost as Michi could describe it. A little flustered at the master remark, "O-oh...I" being put on the spot he hadn't thought how to phrase his words when he spoke. "I came here to look around.." hearing a scoff from one of the guards like they were annoyed with people just looking not buying. "You...interest me," Not wanting to be so over eager with his comment like saying you're cool and I want you basically. "I didn't think I'd come to buy anyone, but...well I think I'll take you from here." His eyes searching wanting to see if the rabbit male would have a reaction, or would say anything. He had the money to do so, to buy the male. His eyes glanced over the collar and whatnot that was there.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 11:07 am
★ TELL ME BABY IF IT'S WRONG TO LET MY HANDS DO WHAT THEY WANT ★ Watching the small male in front of the cage, his ear twitched at the stutter. The grin stretched wider, lips closing as sat up straight from his hunched over position, shoulders squaring as he did. It wasn't like he was preparing for anything, but it was more comfortable sitting up. It seemed to be a sign as wanting to get closer to him, because the guards were starting to do little eye flickers. He chuckled at the interest comment, eyes sparkling with something dark that he seemed unable to read. "Well, you certainly interest me, too, master." And this was true; he'd been able to make this boy blush in five seconds flat. What had drawn him to this cage? It couldn't have just been his looks. What would have made him come to Angel? There was the velvet, but everyone had velvet on this floor. Maybe it was the heart? Though, thinking on it, the male doubted it had anything to do with the color at all. No, it was something more... up.
So he hadn't thought he'd actually end up buying someone, right? His tongue doing that small flick over his bottom lip again, "Ah, right. You can touch if I can touch," he said, motioning to the ears atop his head. But when he said 'if I can touch' he wondered if the other understood what he meant. Though of course it was up to him to decide whether Angel meant literally or if he thought Angel had something else in mind. His reaction would probably tell the demon which it was, though maybe the wink he gave him would probably set it off anyway. Definitely, this was the one type of man that he liked. Angel leaned back in the cage, that dark sparkle never leaving his eyes, eyes never leaving the master's face. ★ CLOSE MY EYES HERE YOU ARE DANCING IN THE DARK ★
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 11:38 am
Michiru Agi Michiru hadn't paid the guards much mind anymore, not realizing they'd be all fidgety just from Angel sitting up and being even the littlest bit closer. A little smile quirked up on his lips, as he listened to the rabbit male more, he liked his voice, it wasn't...well grating or anything. That and just the fact the male was speaking to him, since he doubted many stuck here would do the same, short of growling at people coming in to buy. He'd also smiled that little bit from him saying Michi interested him too, granted he didn't quite know why and wondered too. If he'd known what was going through the male's mind, Michi could easily answer it for him, it was seeing those rabbit ears part way down the hall that had him come veering right over to this cage rather then any other. But then upon speaking he proved more interesting then just the ears, eventhough one part of Michi's mind was like, 'I want to pet them already.' So very cute and childlike but he couldn't help it.
Michiru saw what the male was refering to when he said touch, his cheeks still lightly red tinged figuring he must be so obvious that this male figured that's what he wanted to do. Stepping closer, one hand hesitently oustretched a little bit. "I can?" His mind catching up on those last few words, cheeks a bit redder, "W-wait i-if you can, huh." That caught him off guard, and that wink, how could Michi -adorably innocent as he was- not get what he meant. Fiddling with the leash in his hands, "Y-you're just...teasing me." Trying to brush off him being all flustered. The guards all antsy since Michi wanted the cage open, probably thinking this kid was in over his head. Michiru knelt in front of Angel, to reach in and hook on the leash. As he did, "We can talk more downstairs...instead of here." With Michiru standing and Angel cramped in that cage. His gaze flicking away still thinking about that touch remark. Moving back holding the leash as Angel got out.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 12:08 am
  Morning.'.∵.'.∵.'.∵.'.∵.'.∵.'.∵.'.∵.'.∵.'.∵.'.∵.'. ☂.'.∵.'.∵.'.∵.'. Good morning day, sorry I'm not there
But all my favorite friends vanished in the air~~~~
It's hard to fly when you can't even run
Once I had the world, but now I've got no one~~~~ ╔══════════════════════════════════════════╗
The third floor was known for its variety, slaves of all temperaments could be found here, slave that were rare or unknown of all together. To the front of the room, very near the door, was a cage that seemed to be filled with wildly growing plants. Vine, flowers, and in the heart of it all...a young looking woman. Morning was dressed in the plant life as per normal, finding human clothing to be terribly uncomfortable. She didn't much like the market, still unsure as to why she was being kept there at all she had long ago resided herself to simply waiting for a new master to come a claim her. Without her forest to look after she didn't have much to do anyway.
A couple of weeks back one of the guards had slipped her some seeds, thus the wild plant life all around her. It brightened her mood in a largely noticeable way, she was always more pleased when she could be close the earth. Cages didn't suite her, but she lacked the drive to fight or get feisty about the situation, so there she was. Today she was trying to coax some of her more suborn flowers into blooming for her, even though she had no sunlight to offer them. She sang softly to them, hoping to lure them out...so far there had been little success, but hey, its not like she was short on time.
╚══════════════════════════════════════════╝ ~~~~If I needed someone to control me
If I needed someone to push me around
~~~~I would change my direction
And save myself before I drown
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 7:17 pm
 ＣＡＤＨＬＡ ＱＵＩＮＬＩＮ❝ Just your typical Skin Walker / Incubus hybrid, baby~ ❞ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Given his situation, one would think that the fluffy pink cat in the cage would have preferred to simply lie down and sulk. Instead, he was prancing around, strutting up and down the side of his cage, even pouncing on the number of cat toys littering the bottom of the cage. He was situated near the entrance of the building, and from looking out the window in his human form, he had judged that he was at least on the third floor. Also, he had picked up that he was in the exotic slaves section, after eavesdropping on a conversation between his seller and a guard upon first arriving a few days ago. It was perhaps this information that had kept Cadhla quite happy; he was classified as exotic, and therefore felt the need to make himself seem open and friendly to any Master that might want him. Mewing happily while choosing to bat around a squeaky toy shaped like a muffin, a riding crop tapped against the bars of his cage a couple of times. Rolling onto his back, paws waving in the air, his bright blue eyes landed on his seller; his former Master and lovers brother. Mewing sadly, the cat retreated into a bright pink tent in the corner of the cage, emerging as a fully grown man, clothed in a stylishly ripped black tank top with pale grey stonewashed skinny jeans. A pair of what was now known as 'hipster' glasses were placed onto his feminine face before fingers found their way into his thick river of hot pink hair. Thanks to the abuse from former Masters, Cadhla's eyesight wasn't totally perfect, and the malnourishment he'd received from a few meant that he couldn't see anything further than two metres past himself without the glasses. Of course, a proper diet and proper health care would fix that, but it wasn't like he'd receive that anytime soon. The same went for his human form; although he was 6' exactly and weighed a somewhat healthy weight, his body didn't show it. His arms were quite thin, and his ribs could be seen and felt through his torso. Besides all the signs of weakness and malnourishment, he still held a large amount of his beauty, and pulling the large amount of hair up into a ponytail so it brushed just above his rear, he trotted over to the edge of the cage to where his seller was. "Awww~ I'm not allowed to be a cute widdle cat anymore?" He mock pouted, the velvety smooth voice that came from Cadhla sounded much more masculine than he looked. He was proud of his suave voice; it made the ladies swoon quite nicely. Getting only a shake of a head in reply, Cadhla huffed and moved away from the man he wished would have taken him home, only to be distracted by a Slave he'd noticed upon first arriving. Her cage wasn't too far from his, well in communicating range, and it was filled with plants. Skipping over to the other side, he plonked himself down onto the floor of his cage and sat cross-legged, watching the girl sing to her plants; he'd heard her voice better while he was a cat. Amplified hearing was very helpful sometimes when there was very little in a Slave market to keep yourself happy. Cadhla was quite intent on watching the woman sing to her plants, that was until he felt the need to talk to whatever the woman was. Curiosity was never good for cats. "Your plants are so lovely~ How do you get them to grow in this place?" Again, the voice that sounded like it belonged to a male model sounded, his head gently resting on the bars of his cage as clear ocean blue eyes stared at the blonde a couple of metres away from him, a friendly smile on his face. Even if he was there for another hour or the rest of his life; at least he could try and make a friend?
ooc;; click Cahdla's image for cat form x x w a f f l e s x x w a f f l e s x x w a f f l e s▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ish rin cat Thought I might interact with you while we wait :3
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2012 11:32 pm
Rajah Bomani
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His long legs made him take large steps full of determination and power. The demon's expensive clothing and jewelery spoke of wealth untold. Rajah was the object of desire as well as envy. It was starting out to be a good day after all. Stopping briefly to learn more about the shop's layout, his ears flicked at the sound of a floor full of exotics. Interesting indeed... A long black tail flowed quietly behind him as he walked into the elevator, and pressing the bottom for the correct floor. The people sharing it with him looked up at him with eyes full of wonder and awe, and the panther demon only smirked at them. Yes he was a man full of wonder. Chuckling as he stepped off onto the floor once the doors opened up, Rajah looked around to see many different cages with many different slaves. Interesting indeed. Golden eyes looked around as he stood still, his as he inhaled a deep breath... his nose caught a seductive and sweet scent. A low growl of pleasure left him as he tried to find the one whose the scent belonged to, and looking around he found a very thin, pale, and fluffy haired individual. Coming closer, Rajah noticed those bright blue eyes behind those glasses. Breath taking... They reminded him of the oceans back at home.
The creature appeared to be totally female, but that scent didn't lie. He was male and an Incubus as well. Not a full one but half. What else the male was, Rajah wasn't sure but he was very intrigued. Taking another step and wrapping a hand around one of the cold bars, golden eyes flicked down to gain the guy's attention. Such a lovely creature. He appeared to be soft, fragile, and one that Rajah wouldn't mind to make love to. Being an Incubus, the man had to be experience which made his job easier. Sleeping with virgins was fun but it got tiring hearing the same thing over and over again. This would be a nice change that Rajah would welcome greatly. Less work and time on his part. "You give off the appearance of being female, but we both know that to be very false. Your scent doesn't lie." His voice was deep and seductive. A voice that made most women swoon and fall into his arms, and sometimes more of the weaker males. Rajah's voice was simply made for seduction. Much like the hybrid in front of him. "Tell me how you are stuck in this cage? Being as pretty and tempting as you are, I find it hard to believe that you are here waiting for someone to come and save you." Oh Rajah could play nice when he wanted to. Especially when he would eventually gain something out of it in the end. Like this slave.
A charming smile appeared on his face as he looked down at the delicious smelling male. He was so tempting... Rajah didn't know how long he'd be able to keep his hands off of him, but with him being half Incubus, Rajah was sure he wouldn't mind in the slightest bit. "What is your name? Mine is Rajah." Tilting his head to the side as a man stood close by, Rajah narrowed his eyes out of curiousity. Who was that? Shrugging his shoulders, not really caring, the panther demon smiled at the charming slave. He was taking him home. "You know... I believe that you will do nicely in my home. Why not come and live with me? I promise that you'll have an easy life and be pampered every day. What do you say, hmm? I promise to take very good care of you pretty one~"  THE PANTHER KING
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 8:28 am
ＣＡＤＨＬＡ ＱＵＩＮＬＩＮ❝ Just your typical Skin Walker / Incubus hybrid, baby~ ❞ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Cadhla was quite happy where he was, sitting on the floor of his cage watching the very Earthly female across him. Of course, one could assume he was perving on the pretty woman that was so in touch with the plants in her cage, but it actuality, Ky was just curious about her. Legs crossed in front of him, he lazily held onto the bars of his cage, forehead resting just above his right hand as his large blue eyes watched the slave just metres away from him. Of course, his attention didn't stay solely on her, he did allow himself time to look around the rest of the floor he was stuck on, keeping an eye out for potential Masters and Mistresses; the females got cute smiles and seductive winks thrown their way, and the same with some lucky males. The only person that didn't give a rats a** about the pinknette was the man selling him. It was only when he began to hear some of the potential Mistresses begin to comment on the arrival of a rather handsome man that Cadhla found his curiosity moving slowly from the Earthen woman to find this apparent 'model'. Blue eyes fell upon what he believed to be the person that was driving the females into gossip land; and that's where his eyes stayed. Being what he was, anything that looked appealing instantly caught his attention, and this bronze man was no exception. The ears and tail gave away that he was some form of cat.. Thing, but until he shifted into his fluffy cat side he wouldn't be able to tell; even if his Incubus senses were telling him he was some form of demon. Blinking innocently up as the clearly muscular male placed a hand on the bars of his cage, a smile tugging at the corners of his pink lips upon hearing the demon state the obvious. Giving a look of 'no, really?' he refused to stand up from the cage floor, instead preferring to lean forward a little to press his cheek to the bars, listening to the male speak. Upon being asked how he got here, he pouted slightly, batting his eyelashes a little. "That horrid man put me in here~" The second his voice passed his lips, it was clear that they both had voices intended for seducing; given his wasn't quite as deep as the bronze males, it was still most definitely a manly voice. Spinning around to face this man fully now, his hands wrapped around his slender ankles as his seller began to stand, finally noticing that someone was interested in the strange male, just as a question was asked about his name.
"Cadhla~" He said softly, pulling his large ponytail over his shoulder to play with gently as the handsome man began to talk of taking him home. It was funny; he knew that if he was to write down his name, it would look nothing like it sounded. Pronounced like Kylar, it was his only link to his Welsh roots. Of course, the accent was no longer there, but it often made appearances when he was asked to sing in a baritone. Standing up slowly as the demon finished his little speech, he slowly walked across the cage to where the male was standing, tilting his head up slightly to look up at the male who was just a bit taller than himself. "Pampered? This kitty likes the sound of that~" A rather pleasing purring sound came from his throat as he spoke, leaning in close to the cage bars, his hands on his hips. A riding crop being smacked against the bars made him squeal in surprise, followed by a stamping of a foot and a almost too cute pout. "Roberto~ You're mean!" He cooed, crossing his arms across his thin chest, pulling his best pout ever. Of course, none of it seemed to work on the man called Roberto as he just walked up to the man with cat ears and a tail, a blank look on his face. "I see you've found Cadhla then..." Came a voice that could have held potential, but instead was mostly dull and uninterested. Arms crossed, the man in the suit stared at Cadhla, who was still pouting. "How about you show this man your special talent, so you're not wasting his time?" Pout slipping away from Cadhla's lips, he grinned at Rajah. "Just you wait there~ I will not disappoint you." And with a cheeky wink he turned on his heel and made his way over to the bright pink tent in the corner, his hips purposely swaying as he disappeared. It didn't take him long to swap forms, but because of his current sickly state, the change hurt him a lot more than usual. Within barely 30 seconds; most of the time being used to change out of the clothes he was in, a pink ragdoll cat sauntered out the tent, eyes as bright as a blue ocean. With a happy mew, he began to rub his body against the bars in front of Rajah, finally able to detect what kind of demon he was: panther. "Cadhla is a Skin Walker, and half Incubus. Skin Walkers can only change into an animal if they have a part of the animal given to them. Ky has a fang of a ragdoll cat hidden somewhere on him." If cats could smirk, then the pink one in the cage definitely was. Plonking his furry butt down in front of Rajah, he mewed up at the male. "Cute, no?" He asked, waving his tail back and forth. It was apparent at this point that Cadhla could speak quite well even when shifted into his cat form, which made communicating easy. Looking down at the cat, Roberto rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to Rajah. "He's rare, and quite frail, so he's quite a high price. 50k and he'll all yours." Of course, the male was open for negotiations, he just wanted to be rid of the creature. What his brother saw in the pink haired male was beyond him.
ooc;; Best read while listening to 'Born This Way - Lady Gaga'. The urge to make him dance to 'Alejandro' is almost overwhelming... ;D x x w a f f l e s x x w a f f l e s x x w a f f l e s▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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