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_______Info
>> Name
Abornazine
>> Gender
Male
>> Owner
LadyNightXShade
>> Scent
Leather
>> D.O.B
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>> Stage
Unlit

>> Likes
>> Dislikes
>> Personality
Rigid, Protective, Strong-Willed
>> Something Special

Updates
7/20/13- Purchased

There is something that is so gratifying about coming to a new home, getting to claim each room as you get to know it and gently place your own mark over those that have come before you. This house was almost two hundred years old, spacious, but utterly unique. The master bedroom allowed for a sitting area as well as a private-er area for the bed and wardrobe. A spacious closet allowed for a dresser and dressing table. Since arriving Ariana had installed privacy curtains leading to the sleeping place, and turned the sitting room into a small private office and library; down stairs was for business, this was pleasure.

Ariana knew that the bedroom was the perfect place to put this scent, the rich leather both masculine as well as intellectual and should anyone come to trespass on her, smell just male enough to make them doubt their being alone. Safety often times was an illusion, and one must simply know how to address the illusion of it all.

Ariana placed the burner on the nightstand, opting to use it as a nightlight until she fell asleep, the smell of good leather always a lovely scent to a collector of tomes. Delicately placing the stand on the nightstand, she set it up in much the same way as she had the other, a stash of tea lights in the drawer under it, long matches beside the stand, and at long last placing the dish into the proper holder- smiling. “OH yes, this will do quite nicely” she purred, sapphire eyes glimmering as the amber oil splashed gently into the glass, she lighting the candle immediately and placing the remaining oil in its box next to it.

Though, she noted, much as the one prior this ones smoke also seemed to be behaving oddly, seeming to dance and act animated. “Odd candles these, i will have to ask after them...they seem off,” she mused, shaking her head as she set to dressing, the warm smoke filling the room with the strong masculine scent of good leather. Checking the candle one last time, I turned off the remaining lights and curled into bed pulling the covers taunt over the silk pajamas and sighing happily.

This house was going to work out just fine. Odd smoke be damned.

Ariana was still in shock from the appearance of one child, hearing the footsteps on the second floor of her home just added to the new found anxiety. Truly, the owner of this shop should have disclosed that lighting this oil’s burner would render children into the world. Surely, psychopathic people could purchase one of these and the poor children could be rendered into the hands of a horrible life. It was irresponsible. Ariana looked to the child before her, kissing her head “Tsuni, stay here, please. I think you may have a second friend in this house, and for the love of God find something to cover yourself with.” She sighed, running upstairs and to her bedroom, slipping and falling on the oil slicks,

“Mother Fu...” she fell silent, looking to the boy that was standing before her. He was beautiful, stunning even, constructed of leather, seemingly a doll come to life sewn together with beautiful stitch work. “Hi!” he said in a smile, eyes the most stunning hues, one blue and one brown, his flesh decorated in the most ornate designs. Good lord...

“Hello,” Ariana said softly, taking his hand and standing up “ My goodness, you came from the oil as well.” she said in awe, walking around him and looking him over. He was just as stunning as his ‘sister’, the woman smiling softly.

“As well?” He asked cocking his head, there was another like him? He smiled widely “Then this other and I, we will stay here? We will be...yours?”

Ariana shook her head “No, a person cannot be owned, we will be friends.” she smiled, looking him over, oh...he was nude too...crap, another trip to the store. She gently escorted him downstairs to meet his ‘sister’, he walking with perfect posture and gait. As she arrived in the livingroom she smiled, Tsuni coming up and hugging the other. “Hello!” she chirped.

The boy smiled and hugged her back, this odd creature before him, “Hello, my name is Abornazine, you may call me Zine”

Ariana smiled “Tsuni, ‘Zine, please...the pair of you behave, I must run and get you both clothing as nude is hardly suitable for your men and women.”