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 Posted: Wed May 31, 2017 6:56 pm
A human pet shop, one of many that litters the city, it is where ruling vampires, or even civilians, come to choose and pay for their new servant. This is a stately shop, only for the best, and usually only those of high standing walk through these doors. Today is a fateful meeting between the queen and her children, with a diamond in the ruff.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2017 8:17 pm
Ȼ ą ɍ ɱ ɨ η әx†x Ð ą ɱ ɨ ą
【 Saltus 】 ‖ Who: My children ‖ Where: The Pet Shop ‖ Thoughts: What now... ‖ Ambiance: Red Death Ball ‖ Profile ‖ OOC: ‖ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Carmine's quiet steps were punctuated by the heel of her boots as she walked. Her children were droning on behind her, trying to scream the loudest to see who would get the servant in the end. It made their mother roll her eyes, she had told them multiple times they could choose one for each of them, but alas. The night was punctuated by dim lighted lamps, their light covering only a few inches worth of ground. They were there for aesthetic and nothing more, seeing as vampires could see without them perfectly in the night anyways. Still, it was a beautiful sight to see.
As she rounded the corner and the Pet House came into view, Carmine's wicked glare alighted. Her pace picked up, anything to get away from her children's screams, and if she were in their home she would have ended it before it began. It was probably why they were going at it as they were, selfish little children. She had raised them, however, and she wouldn't change them for the world. Especially her good daughter.
Walking into the pet shop, Carmine's violet eyes looked about the pristine environment. The smell of fresh incense filled the air, and there were rows of humans standing neat in a row or sitting down. They looked nice, not run down like some shops in other cities, and she wondered which her children would choose. Immediately she was approached by a well suited vampire, his hair slicked back and his eyes only looking for a dollar sign.
As if on cue, she turned her head and allowed her voice to carry, "Children, pick something out. Don't destroy the store or I will be very cross."
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2017 9:10 pm
《 Cassandra Bitechsen 》  Location : Pet Shop...
Company : Shop owner and new patrons..
Feelings : Zoned out...
Stand up straight. Behave. Serve...
Blood. Her life revolves around it. Hell, Cassandra was made for it. But that whole song and dance was hardly something to throw down on an application form for this establishment after she had been sold for some rather prestigious ornate jewelry the owner had acquired. Cassandra was well aware of the drill that was to be performed on her now that she was once more used goods. Broken. While the previous times were hardly as formal she could tell whoever managed to pick her out would need to be aware of it. This had unfortunately hurt her standings among those around her.
Most were downright pure of holders and those that had previous owners had proper documentation and housekeeping rigamaroll. Cassandra looked right ahead with her ebony black eyes, a subtle pulse of her eyelids showing with each heartbeat. The veins in her body surged with each beat of her heart, the natural or rather unnatural speed of it just a step quicker than others helping to move her stored reserves. It echoed in her eardrums as she did her best to focus her attention straight ahead as she had been instructed. Eyes forward, heels together, hands clasped behind the back, chest level and smile present.
Rich patrons visited often which meant the jingle jangle of coin. And that much was the focus of the owner. Today felt different to Cassandra. She had her hair gently wrapped into a ponytail, her white as ever teeth just visible behind her half smile as she not so subtly glanced towards the now opening door. 'Patrons! Ok. Ok. Just as the owner said. Eyes forward. Smile. Presentable. Behave. ' she confirmed in her head quickly as she straightened herself with a small inhale. The incense expertly masking the ever so faint detection of her blood coursing through her now almost visibly protruding veins along her forearms, well hidden under her long sleeved attire. Her freckled face did it's best to be more welcoming as she heard the newly arrived start to scan the merchandise. Used. Used but still able to serve. Always able to serve!
...please let my master benefit from me...
O.O.C.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2017 12:27 pm
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Another beautiful night dimly lit by lamps, it was quite a peaceful sight, the yellow dots covering the dark landscape, it was almost a sign of hope that could be taken away at will. Cane silently follow his mother and siblings, the ramblings had gone on and on for what seemed to be like forever, at this point it seemed like they were poor and were only able to bring back a single slave back home. The tall male kept quiet for most of the journey here, it was simply how he was, sword at waist and always wearing his armor, the clang of metal moving around had become a normal sound in the vampires long life, the smell of blood stuck to the metal was always something that soothed his mind.
Cane would follow his mother like a bodyguard would follow a queen which was exactly what the commoners thought of him, the lap dog who would bite and rip someone open in the slightest command, he did not mind at all, he loved combat and loved his mother very much, a perfect combination. As they entered the store he would let his mother converse with the clerk while he surveyed the wares, Cane really did not enjoy the smell of the incense, he would rather have the natural smell of the products but that was not something he was about to complain.
His stern eyes would scan all the slaves that were set in rows, it was quite a beautiful sight, always keeping a serious look while approaching the subjects he thought interesting but one caught his eyes in particular. A great looking girl with freckles on her face, quite charming really, beautiful smile that added an extra layer of charm too. Cane would tilt his head looking at her up and down, it felt like she was special, he didn't exactly know why but there was something that had caught his eyes. "Mother. I think I have something that you'll quite enjoy." Cane would say as he started circling the girl, checking her out as much as he could, she seemed presentable enough for them, Cane was not one to care if she had been used before or not that's just an old concept that should be thrown in the gutter with the dead bodies all that mattered was that she would be willing to serve them as best as possible.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2017 2:23 pm
 A raven crowed loudly as the vampire family made their way down to the pet shop. It seems they were in need for another pet. If you think that Xakaz was being the civilized one. You are totally wrong. He was actually one of the kids that was arguing over who would get the servant. "Oh come on..Everyone has...has a personal slave. EVEN ******** ANA. yet you tell me I have to share one? Or just not have a personal one. Bull s**t!" he snarled. The raven crowing to punctuate the words that was coming from the boy's mouth. Was Xakaz spoiled? Yes. Was he a brat? Yes, but was he someone that was as spoiled as the others. Hell no. Canetis had all of father's love. Lyrica all of mothers. And Ana was the youngest. It was bull s**t. HE got the short end of the stick. He was the one that was left out. If it wasn't ******** it. It didn't matter. Pouting, he would pet his Raven, trying to comfort himself. It wasn't like anything was fair with these people. Yet, it was his family. His b***h a**, disgusting, incest loving, abuse is nothing but a kink, family. He would just stay quiet, moping as he let the others look at Cassandra. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2017 2:40 pm
★※❖◆ANASTASIAxDAMIA◆❖※★ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx►► Ana★※❖◆THE VAMPIRE PRINCESS◆❖※★  ❝I happen to like vampires more than zombies.❞ - Martin Scorsese. ★※❖◆☂☀☂☀☂Ⅰ◆❖※★ ★※~A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes. I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me blind. The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out. You left me in the dark. No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight, in the shadow of your heart.~※★ ★※❖◆☂☀☂☀☂Ⅰ◆❖※★ I do not recall once having my own personal slave dear brother so if you please... stop your whining Ana said as she followed behind her family. Her crimson eyes would dart around the shop as they entered the establishment before falling on her dear brother Xakaz. He was always the one to moan and groan about things and Ana was simply getting annoyed with it. Most times she just ignored it all but at times like this, she wanted to just slam his head into a wall so he could shut up.
Her attention would shift from Xakaz to her eldest brother, Canetis. It would appear he had found a "Pet" That suited his fancy and she was quiete curious who caught his eye. She slowly made her way to his side and gazed upon the freckled human. She could see why from her short time gazing upon this human. She was beautiful and a certain charm to her that seemed to pull any huma or vampire in for that matter. I do not think mother will be the only one who will enjoy such a beauty as this one ★※❖◆☂☀☂☀☂Ⅰ◆❖※★ ★※~And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat. I tried to find the sound, but then it stopped, and I was in the darkness. So darkness I became. I took the stars from my eyes, and then I made a map. And knew that somehow..I could find my way back. Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too. So I stayed in the darkness with you...~※★ ★※❖◆☂☀☂☀☂Ⅰ◆❖※★ ((O.O.C: ....)) Theme Song: Cosmic Love | Florence + The Machine.
Currently Feeling: Emotions and feelings go here.
Current Outfit: ....
Sided With: League of Bloodlust Evil.
Vampire Ability Usage: Active/Inactive
Hunger: Full
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 4:49 am
 Lyrica Damia
Personal Theme"What value is your life.." ══════════════════Bickering. Lyrica listened to her younger siblings bicker back & forth on who would get to own the new pet the whole way to the shop. She was mostly moving in the shadows, but she was listening the entire time for sure. She looked at the two "Are you two chattering monkeys quite satisfied with your whinging? It is quite embarrassing." she asked the both of them. Where they feeling anger? Frustration? Annoyance? She was starting to remember what annoyance felt like, this was for sure. What was even the point? They got the same thing not on their own but on the whims of their mother. Perhaps they would have their own had they earned it themselves but this was some manner of goodwill from their mother possibly to replace what they had lost. Lyrica proceeded forward, her lose robe fluttering behind her as she looked at the servants. She observed them, their blood flows, their breathing, the beating of their hearts. They were trained this much as clear. It took little effort for her brother to find an interesting quarry. Her ruby eyes scanned her. Yes, she was likely to be quite well regarded with the others. Lyrica said nothing & instead left them to act on their own, acting as a mere guard though she was the oldest daughter of the family by a millennium. She was somewhat disconnected since her return & eventual murder of their father. Lyrica instead inspected others, approached by a vampire trying to see if there was another that caught her interest. She could not say there was, but she pulled money from within her robe, enough to pay for any servant within these walls. This way her family could pick & leave with what they acquired. He seemed thankful, bowing to her as he moved away to watch for their choice. Lyrica took the opportunity to test several others just in case, testing the reactions of several by taking shallow swipes at them with her dao. Those that flinched were failures off the bat, though that passed she actually struck. She went around the store doing with, remaining in ear-shot but not being part of the inspection itself. She was bored this much was clear. She even took to placing the sharp edge of the dao in her palm & closing her fist around the steel. She would slide it through cutting open her palms. She let the blood flow, taking a deep breath...calming herself. She wondered how long this might take. ══════════════════ "...to someone whose missing hers?."
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 9:49 am
Ȼ ą ɍ ɱ ɨ η әx†x Ð ą ɱ ɨ ą
【 Saltus 】 ‖ Who: My children and a possibly new doll ‖ Where: The Pet Shop ‖ Thoughts: Now that is very interesting... ‖ Ambiance: Red Death Ball ‖ Profile ‖ OOC: ‖ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Violet orbs looked about the store as her children slinked through it, the vampire speaking to her not missing a beat.
"We have the finest selections, ma'am." He was oily, a lowly beast Carmine had no taste for. He continued to egregiously pass into her personal space, whispering so that the slaves would not hear him. "All have every good bodies, yes they do. Giving them sweeties every day to test them is the pride and joy of this Pet House." His breath smelled of dead blood, and it wasn't hard for the woman to see which doll seemed drained, not present. Sampling his own merchandise, how quaint.
"The smell of incense does nothing to overlap the spilled blood in the back," Carmine said matter-of-factly. "If you are to sample all of these dolls, might as well clean up afterwards."
She moved off at the call of her son, leaving the man stuttering over his own words to try to deflect such allegations. If there was one thing you were not supposed to do as an owner, it was to sample the merchandise. Carmine should have him killed for it, uncaring to drink from little things that were not solely hers or her children's, but alas. Her orbs watched her firstborn move throughout the store, the air being accentuated by fresh blood. It made the woman breathe in sharply, resisting the urge to take her, and instead came to her children.
Xa was quiet, quieter than usual as she approached, and a gentle hand found its place on his back. It was the only thing she could reach without harming him to bend down to her, as she would never ask such a thing, and her fingers softly caressed the material so that he could feel the contact. It was a comical sight to say the least, the woman only standing at the height of a child while her son stood leagues above her. If it was not for the air around her, one could not so easily tell what the dynamic of the family was.
Turning her eyes to him, as if trying to cheer him up, she asked, "Do you like this one?" She was speaking of the freckled girl that they were all surrounding, though the intent in her words were clear: Is she going to be your personal slave? Carmine was in no means hardpressed to get a doll that everyone had to use, and as Lyrica had shown it was not like the family was low on money to buy the pets. It was just inconvenient to get them all out of the house at the same time, or the very least getting Xakaz to tear himself away from his bloody paintings even with the promise of a slave that might be taken by his siblings without notice. "Or would you like another?" she inquired, letting her gaze fall about the store. "There are many to choose from just for you, my sweet boy."
Turning to her youngest daughter, though still keeping her stance next to Xa, Carmine shook her head and replied, "You do not have your own pet because you lack the finesse your siblings have. But do not worry," she placed her finger on Ana's chin before moving back to her son, "you'll learn in time." Anatasia's words made her mother turn her attention toward the freckled girl they were crowding around. She seemed different in a way, and it did intrigue her. That interest would diminish greatly if her son said he wanted her to be his personal doll, but she couldn't help replying to her daughter, "Perhaps not."
"Canetis, dear," she suddenly said, leaving Xa's side and moving toward her firstborn, "go see if your sister has found another to her liking. You've done so well in finding us this one, I'm sure there are other diamonds in the ruff. But first," she stopped, indicating all of her children, even Lyrica who was a few feet away, "can anyone tell me what makes this girl so special and what makes him such a fool in putting her for display?" The last words were targeted toward the oily vampire who was still standing in the spot she had left him, staring daggers at the family. "Concentrate very hard, children, and do so without spilling her blood."
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 11:30 am
《 Cassandra Bitechsen 》  Location : Pet Shop...
Company : Shop owner and new patrons..
Feelings : Excited...
Stand up straight. Behave. Serve...
Oh the torture of having to simply stand aside as the patrons perused the wares. Agony welling as the blood in her veins surged once more at the prospect of being chosen by those of high standings. Some had seen her in line before but simply ignored her. Pristine porcelain like wares were often desired. Fortunately though, these patrons had an eye for something more than just a perfect mold. The inner workings of Cassandra almost begged for a purpose and this was to be it. She would serve again. She must.
As the tall male began to walk the rows she inhaled slowly, letting herself seem more poised as he neared her. His armor shifting and sounding, the jangle of his sword against his side, and determined eyes scanning. A most wonderful stream of thoughts filled her mind on how she could best serve him. Polish his armor? No the stains of blood from a long dead rival likely clung to it. Before her mind could go much further his shadow loomed across her frame. His head shifting to observe caused her to remain as still as her body allowed, her hands firmly clasping behind her to steady herself. Mother? Enjoy? Cassandra could feel her heart soar at the words. Finally!
While her gaze was now locked forward and never meeting with the entries she could tell one was particular about being here. He seemed almost furious about something. Not her place to ask nor would it ever be. Mouth shut and eyes forward. Stance firm. The new gaze of a younger patrons forced her lips to part slightly more, her teeth now more displayed as she received a shred of praise from the newly inspecting woman. 'Beauty? My what a long time it has been from such a compliment! Today is truly a rebirth! Oh please let this day be true and not a dream!' she thought with glee as she felt her hands grip tighter in anticipation and baited breath.
The sound of coins caught her ear suddenly joined by the shifting of a blade alongside other potential pets. Disgraceful. One should be so graced to have a potential master test their resolve. If a master wished for a pig to slaughter this was hardly the establishment they would come to. Cassandra knew. She was aware of the testing as she had gone through similar cases before. Those that allowed the blade to touch passed. A simple wound was hardly a price to pay for a master. Soft and weak pets all around her. Being used had it's advantages in this case.
The words of a younger woman speaking out against the owner and his tendencies almost caused Cassandra to giggle, her own sharp inhaling cutting off the chance to belt out before those inspecting her. Don't allow the situation to move you. Don't let it break focus. They spoke to one another before the young girl turned her attention to Cassandra. She turned all her children's attention onto Cassandra which caused her to firm up her form, chin tilted slightly down to present herself more to their attention, some hair slowly falling across her left eyes as a very sly grin began to take over her face. This one could tell. She knew why Cassandra was so different from the drone dolls around her. Cassandra was unique in a very different way. She wished she could proclaim herself to them. Strengthen her case. But alas, fate was the one she would pray to. Please let this group. This family. These potential masters. Free her from this place. She longed to serve once more. Properly. Today would be the day!
...please let my master benefit from me...
O.O.C.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 7:20 pm
Canetis Damia
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Sometimes his siblings were just a peanut gallery or some others would call them a clown fiesta, mostly due to the two young ones that were always loud and lacked the finesse in many things, Cane didn't really care about that he knew that they would eventually grow up... Or not. Both of them had their charms, hi younger brother was very good at pissing Cane off and the younger girl was very good at somewhat relaxing Cane, they all balanced each other out somewhat, expect when it came to being crazy, they all seemed to have their own ways of doing things one bloodier than the other, it was what kept them together. Once there had been another sibling, some could say he talked too much and then never again but that was a tale for another time.
At this time he didn't know what was bothering him the most, the raven cawing or his brother's complaints and let's not even get started on the bickering they were having, there was no reason for it at all, it seemed like his mother was also having troubles with the low vampire who ran the establishment, something for Cane to deal with later, nobody should slightly annoy mother. Still studying the servant that he had found while the others joined him except the eldest sister who did not seem interested at all, as far as Cane knew she was just bored out of her mind at this point. Just like him, she loved action but unlike him, she didn't have much of a patience. "Oh sister. You have no idea how much I would love to keep this one for myself but what mother wishes... Mother gets." Cane would say with a smirk. From what seemed to be going on Xa was maybe gonna get his own pet to play with, maybe that would stop him from complaining so much.
Cane couldn't help but smile as his mother spoke his name but sadly what was said was not as exciting as he wished. "Certainly." He would quickly respond and look towards his bored sister but before he could find himself there his mother made a general question to all of them. Cane would move behind the slave before answering. "Other than her tight body... It's the unnatural speed that her blood flows, even for someone who is excited seems to be unnatural at best." Cane had wished that they would not have noticed so he could have the girl to himself but sharing is caring. Cane would quickly glance towards his mother. "Before I move to entertain sister. Was the that low life giving you any trouble?" Cane would move towards his masochistic sister hoping that his mother would give him the answer he wanted, that was sure to lighten him and his sister up. "You know if you wanted to bleed you could have just asked, Lyrica." Cane would say just looking around the other slaves around them, none seemed to be as interesting as the freckled beauty he had found never the less he would still keep looking around with the only visible attribute he had from his siblings, the crimson eyes.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 9:51 pm
"Ohh piss off Ana" Xakaz retorted, the Raven crowing in response to Xakaz's emotions. He could of finished talking and causing more of a fuss but he just dropped it. Unless Ana tried to go get the last word. Then, there would be an issue. Looking, he would make a sound and Kukra would fly off his shoulders and survey the area. Why? It seems, a situation may be going down. Was the pet shop owner trying to really start trouble with the Damia's? He didn't even have to go into action. Cane was so much fed up mother's kitty that he would jump at a moments notice. And it seems, that's where it was going . Leaving away from the situation, the pet chosen seem to be special. Well, she wasn't chosen yet, but it was a high possibility that she would be. Again, Cane was showing he still was slurping mother's juices as he answered her question quickly like the nerd in the school yard. Heated a little, he would make a sound that seemed like 2 clicks and Kukra would fly down, taking a s**t and aiming it right on Canetis's head before flying away. Whether it hit it mark perfectly or not. Time would tell. He was wrapped up fully into his little feelings that he just now noticed that someone was touching his back. Like a little midget. Mother? Was she trying to comfort him or scold him for the recent outbursts? Feeling shameful for some odd reason , he would look softly towards Carmine. A blush of embarrassment in full glow. "Oh Mother.... I think she's perfect,, " he whispered. The long pause and the fact she went ahead and asked several other questions, it would seem Xakaz was a slow as internet explorer with his answer. Something, she could possibly pick up on if mother so chose to. Her stance was gone though. She had left to give brother a task. She did say he could find one for his ownself. Keeping this in mind, he would scurry towards the back. The ones that were more his style were usually the ones that were hidden. Maybe mother let him buy one that was more personal than others. Then again. a killer should be free of feelings. .Though, not like he could attach himself to anyone . Especially with the ...quality time that his family always has that resets any type of personal feelings he could have and just turn him back into a killing machine loyalist of a son. Either way, there was a slave that seemed artistic, and pretty. He surely was interested. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 10:52 am
★※❖◆ANASTASIAxDAMIA◆❖※★ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx►► Ana★※❖◆THE VAMPIRE PRINCESS◆❖※★ ❝I happen to like vampires more than zombies.❞ - Martin Scorsese. ★※❖◆☂☀☂☀☂Ⅰ◆❖※★ ★※~A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes. I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me blind. The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out. You left me in the dark. No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight, in the shadow of your heart.~※★ ★※❖◆☂☀☂☀☂Ⅰ◆❖※★ Oh how easy and fun it was to piss Xakaz off. She did not bother to comment on what he said so she just dropped it like he did. Sounds to me someone can't get off~ She thought as her attention turned from the slave girl to the owner of the store. It would sound to her like he was starting a problem with the Damia family, which would be a very bad idea if Ana had to say. If the man was... well lets just say he would not be living much longer.
She turned her focus to her mother and pondered her words in her mind. And here I thought I did have the finesse to have my own slave. I guess I still have many years left to go before I do She thought. She however did not care to have her own slave. I mean why have one for personal use when she could just share with her siblings? Anastasia focus would soon drift to Lyrica as she pulled money from her robe; enough where the family could take as much slaves they wanted from the establishment. How kind of you Lyrica She turned her focus away from her sister and proceeded around the shop for any slave that would suit her fancy, or one that would not die easily for what she might have planned.
There were however very few "Pets" Within the establishment that seem to suit her taste so she returned to Canetis and her mothers side. She would hear her mothers words and focus her crimson eyes upon Cassandra. Well besides her natural charm and beauty, her blood flow is unnatural as brother have stated. I cannot be sure if it's caused by excitement or other means however.
★※❖◆☂☀☂☀☂Ⅰ◆❖※★ ★※~And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat. I tried to find the sound, but then it stopped, and I was in the darkness. So darkness I became. I took the stars from my eyes, and then I made a map. And knew that somehow..I could find my way back. Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too. So I stayed in the darkness with you...~※★ ★※❖◆☂☀☂☀☂Ⅰ◆❖※★ ((O.O.C: ....)) Theme Song: Cosmic Love | Florence + The Machine.
Currently Feeling: Emotions and feelings go here.
Current Outfit: ....
Sided With: League of Bloodlust Evil.
Vampire Ability Usage: Active/Inactive
Hunger: Full
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 2:30 pm
Lyrica Damia
Personal Theme"What value is your life.." ══════════════════Lyrica clicked her tongue as her mother asked them all what made the toy before them so special. The others all gave the same answers. Lyrica took a moment to observe her for a moment. They were all correct for sure "Her breeding is different. The quickness of blood flow is caused by neither disease nor other mutation..." it seems they were a bit untrained in contact, but Lyrica knew something of other races "Her heritage is a good indicator, the blood is very high quality for a humans." she looked to the owner of the shop for a moment "He's unaware, putting out something of her quality instead of just keeping her." she turned her back to him as she continued her own browsing making no observation on her appearance like her other siblings. She was more concerned about another type of lust, other things she could do to satisfy a need. Her mother set her brother upon her though nothing about her seemed to change. Lyrica gave Cane a gaze "You wouldn't be strong enough." she spoke rather bluntly. She might have been a masochist, but she was also a sadist so causing another pain would work. Any way to feel, anything to help her feel something. Mother was busy so she couldn't ask her. One of these slaves might do it, not the new one it might be a shame to waste her life like that. No instead she called for two slaves her tests had worked upon. The owner of the store seemed happy, but made a mistake pretty much anyone would have warned hm against especially since he seemed to be perturbing their mother in some way. He clapped his hands upon her shoulder. She gave no indication of intense but within moment her blade had been drawn from its sheath, a quick flash of light from what little sources there were before it as back in its sheath. The store owner's neck was open, bleeding quite heavily on Lyrica though she seemed to ignore it. The owner fell to the ground, clutching at his wounds. Lyrica gave a rare smile aimed at Carmine "Mother. I'll take these two for I am sure they'll make excellent practice dolls." she spoke. The owner was still bleeding, but he wasn't going to die, it took more than that to kill a vampire. Lyrica obviously aimed not to kill him on purpose, a form of punishment. He was just groaning weakly in pain as the blood pulled about him. Mother might have been angry, but Lyrica had her need otherwise she tended to lose it. She looked to Cane "Help me put them in their shackles for when we take them home brother." she said. ══════════════════ "...to someone whose missing hers?."
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2017 6:17 pm
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【 Saltus 】 ‖ Who: My children and a possibly new doll ‖ Where: The Pet Shop ‖ Thoughts: Now that is very interesting... ‖ Ambiance: Red Death Ball ‖ Profile ‖ OOC: ‖ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Carmine's lurid orbs watched the face and body language of the human to her left. Her side was towards her, her body facing that of her children as she asked the winning question. How precious, the vampire thought, her eyes scanning her children as they answered one right after the other. It was disheartening to hear they all had the same exact answer- except for Xa who did not answer at all, and her precious daughter who's words were like an epitaph etched on stone.
Her interest peaked when she turned back to the freckled human. As she had done before, she placed her index underneath the girl's chin, coming in close. "Do you wish to serve my family, little girl? How do you taste? Speak."
Turning to her son to answer, Carmine's eyes watched the quickness of her daughter as she slit the man's throat. He was squirming upon the ground, his mouth moving like that of a fish, and a smile creeped onto her lips. Wiping it away, she looked to where her son snuck off to and sighed. "Xa, sweety, choose whoever you want, alright?"
Shaking her head and turning back to the human, she looked her up and down again. "Ana, do you know how to shackle the humans? Do you remember?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 1:39 am
《 Cassandra Bitechsen 》  Location : Pet Shop...
Company : Shop owner and new patrons..
Feelings : Excited...
Stand up straight. Behave. Serve...
Cassandra did her best to divert all her attention to simply displaying herself and remaining still if possible. The inspection of those around her caused the thrill of potential master's to heighten her already sky high attitude. Sensing what seemed to be an older like brother of the family shift behind her and answer she puffed herself up a tad more from the words. Praise. A rare thing to be given to a servant. Just who was tho family that had managed to find their way into this rather blizzard turn of events that was this shop? Either way Cassandra was ecstatic over the display of the owner being given some grief.
The younger of the two brothers seemed bothered by something but he remained outside of her range of vision. Still, his attention shifting about was easy to tell with his frame barely entering her view as be went to the back of the shop display area. An interesting choice but one she couldn't knock. She was often hidden in the back in the past as well when she had been found by other previous master's. Those that knew of her abnormality. The younger looking of the two commented on her beauty and seemed to examine her more, gaining a small and confident inhale from Cassandra. Today was going better than she could have prayed for at this point.
Breeding different and the comment on her blood being of high quality for a human caused Cassandra to let her eyes blink slower than she had, a gentle shift of her head downward as if an approving message had been sent. Correct but she couldn't outright say it. Only speak when spoken to. In a flash the owner was clutching his neck and squirming about, a twitch in her cheek to give Cassandra a slightly wider smile. It was nice to see the man who was so foolish with his wares be so easily put into his place. She almost desired she be ordered to do such an act but that was a fleeting wish.
Then, the mistress of the family approached once more with her finger ever so gentle against the chin of Cassandra. Serve? Taste? Speak! Cassandra inhaled sharply and almost seemed to fully release whatever resolve she had to maintain her stillness. "More than anything Mistress. I long to be given orders from true Masters. " she spoke, voice firm and resolute. "My blood type is type AB negative Mistress. " she stated as she slowly tilted her head aside to reveal her neck, almost asking for Carmine to sample it.
When she asked the younger daughter of she remembered how to bind humans Cassandra quickly spoke up. "The owner keeps all matter of mandables and binding agents in the second closest down the West wall. There are even suppressants if you so desire Mistress. " she spoke as if by some automatic switch flipping insider her mind. With a moment passing Cassandra slowly slid her hands from behind her back to extend them outward, indicating by her stance she was ready to be taken away..
...please let my master benefit from me...
O.O.C.
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