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[I--LiveWire--I]

Shian got a contemplative look in his face them with a smile he stood. Winking at the necko as he continued to browse the shop. He already knew which slaves he wanted to buy but he wanted to make it look as though he was still undecided.

The main reason for this was to appear more interested in easier to sell slaves. Normally he only bought one at a time, which was no problem for his wallet. But as of right now he only had 2,753 dollars with him and wasn't sure if Cal would part with the necko and the angel for that price.

He was also unsure about actually securing the purchase of the angel. Not sure if Cal would be willing to stop her punishment for him. As he knew that Cal knew he would not punish her for actions done in the shop.

After a good ten minutes of silent browsing he called out for Kaura to help him. She was more approachable and he thought the possibilities of securing both slaves would be better if he had a chat with her first. After all she had told him to ask her if he needed anything.

 

[Tiltilla]

Cal looked down at Kaura, considering. Her eyes traced the floor as she looked down timidly, her hands twisting the delicate fabric of her dress. He almost smiled for a moment, but a low grunt instead, frowning at her. “If you cannot figure out how I feel on your own, then you’re not ready to know yet, Elf.” She looked up at him, green eyes wide with curiosity; she looked so innocent and kind. He reached out a hand, laying the back of it against her cheek gently, stroking her for a brief moment before he heard someone call out her name. He cursed loudly in his mind, pivoting on his heels and walking away from the little Elf. “Go tend to him. We will discuss this when we go home, and no sooner.” He said roughly, and waited until she left, shutting the door behind her quietly before cursing under his breath, driving a fist into the wall at his own weakness. He was going soft! She was his slave, a pet for his own aid and amusement, but he allowed her to aggravate him so! She needed to be broken, taught to never question him even for a moment, but… He felt sick remembering the bloody scene he left from her last whipping. She hadn’t asked him to stop, not once, she screamed, but there were no tears. She was not like Kora who drew pleasure from being punished, so why did she let herself be beaten so badly? He ran his fingers through his hair for a second, growling under his breath, Kaura would take a special touch to break her the way he wanted her broken. He sat down; looking over the order forms she had filled out. Something caught his eye and he raised a brow, chuckling to himself. She probably did not expect him to know Elven biology well enough to recognize this herb on sight, which only added to his amusement.

Kaura

Kaura looked up at Cal as he spoke, tilting her head to one side. She needed to understand how he felt on her own? Did he really think it so obvious? She gazed up at him curiously, trying to figure out what he might be thinking by his facial expression, but it betrayed nothing. She opened her mouth to protest his silence when she heard her name called, and Cal shooed her away.

She left silently frustrated that he would not give her an answer, but approached the Master with a smile anyway. “You called, sir?” She said quietly, giving him a polite nod of her head, “How may I help you?”





((OOC: Posting for Art real quick!! Sorry if it sucks. XD))  

[I--LiveWire--I]

Shian smiled back at Kaura as she approached. He gave her a nod to verify he had called her then proceed to answer what she could help him with.

"I have a bit of a dilemma." He said with a sort of mock but yet serious at the same time. "I want to by that necko" he indicated Blaise, "and the little angel that was taken into the back." His voice was light, but still held an unsure note. He was still uncertain of securing the little angel. He plodded ahead, deciding ti would be best to get the whole thing out at the same time. "However I only have 2,700 dollars." his voice held some worry. He was sure she was going to tell him that wasn't enough. He waited for her to respond.

 

[Tiltilla]

Kaura

Kaura approached the Master, listening carefully to what he was asking. She thought for a moment, looking down as she considered his options. Certainly she wanted to please him, to allow two of the girls here to leave with a kind and gentle master, but Cal would never allow one of his pets to be sold for less than half his going price. “Master Cal’s price for slaves is 2000, for two it would be 4000…” She said thoughtfully. “I might be able to talk to him about a deposit though… I can’t promise you he will agree… But if he does you would be able to take one girl home, and we will reserve the other until you can acquire the rest of the money. Is that acceptable?”  

[Tiltilla]

Dhiren approached the slave shop, Clipped Wings. A twisted smile formed on his lips as he mulled the name over in his mind; certainly it was a well suited name for a business such as this, telling so clearly of the loss of freedom, while simultaneously displaying the status of the creatures inside, nothing more than pets. He gave a thoughtful nod and entered, his sharp eyes taking in the details of the shop. Almost immediately his nose picked up the slight trace of blood in the air, and he sneered slightly, eyes noting the dark red trail leading from the back. Torture rooms, without a doubt.

His eyes darted around the cages, searching for the one who had caused the mess, but none seemed to have a mark. Finally, his eyes rested upon a young looking Elven girl dressed in scarlet. Soft red streaks ran down her arms, likely where she had tried to wash the blood off in a bath, something quite ineffective. He searched her for marks, but upon finding none concluded she must have been healed. It made his sneer, what use was it in beating a slave if you allowed the wounds to be erased immediately after? Of course, he was not against healing in a whipping, flesh grows quite numb when over exposed to pain, and he liked each strike to be felt to the maximum. “Elf!” He called his voice low and dangerous. She half turned to him, and he raised a brow, watching as she excused herself from the master she was speaking with. She bowed to him, keeping her eyes on his shoes. It made him snarl slightly, and he grabbed below her chin roughly, forcing her eyes up to meet his. “It is rude to not look a customer in the eyes.” He said, his voice all too even for the pressure he was putting on her flesh. She winced slightly, biting her lip to keep from making a noise, which fueled him to press harder, until edges of purple could be seen around his fingertips. Finally she closed her eyes and gave a pained squeak, and he dropped his hand, satisfied. “I wish to purchase a slave, where is your master?” She bowed lowly, and he almost smiled. It would be amusing to own this girl; he watched her retreat to the back, his eyes tracing the curves of her body. He always enjoyed making the calm ones scream in pain… And perhaps pleasure when the mood struck him; though normally they did not enjoy his attentions as much as he.

Kaura

Kaura watched the man as he pondered over his options, but the ring of the bell as the shop doors opened caught her attention. She half turned to them, watching as a tall man entered, his eyes running across the room before settling on her. He called out sharply, and she gave a polite bob of her head to show that she was listening. She turned back to Shian and bowed slightly, “If you would excuse me, Master Shian, I must attend to this new Master. Please, consider what I have suggested." She gave him a pleasant smile and turned to approach the new master, bowing deeply and keeping her eyes down.

She gasped when his hand moved under her chin, forcing her to look up at him as he moved his face uncomfortably close to her own. His fingers dug into her skin painfully, and she struggled not to make a sound, her teeth clenching over her lip. A sadistic spark lit up in the man’s eyes as he pressed down firmer, driving her to cry out. In a moment she was released, and she resisted the to urge to place a hand over her chin, touching what must be bruised flesh. “I will get Master Cal for you.” She whispered, moving quickly to the back. She poked her head in quietly, bowing. “Master Cal, A master wishes to speak with you..”  

[IvoryEpiphany]

Ashlynn had to admit that the torture in fact was torture. Even hanging limp and numb caused her pain. Though the hardest part was struggling to force herself to sleep. As she dangled she had grown uncomfortable in the numbness of the pain and managed to pull herself up enough to try and repostion her wings.

Unfortunately, her strength had been drained as if it were dripping from her feet into a pool of energy below. So as readjusting herself in the fourty thousand sizes too small wing harness she found herself losing the leverage, falling back into her wings in an excruciatingly painful postion that made her nearly vomit. Instead a scream of pain was released from her lips into the shop's air. She couldn't help it. She was once an angel living the life second hand to God. She had once lived a lavish life, a life without pain or sorrow. She had never felt pain such as this before, with the exception of the fall from the clouds.

The worst part would have to that the pain hadn't felt as though it would numb. The white embers and flames of pain washed through her over and over again. And each attempt at readjusting them even slightly from where she was just brough over another wave of naseauating pain. Another yelp practically shattered her own ear drums as she winced, darkness held tight onto her mind shredding it to an involuntary powder.

Blaise covered her ears at the pained scream from the back room. What in the hell was Cal doing to her? She had never remembered EVER hearing a slave be tortured like that. Even the elf hadn't shaken the window, tempting it to break like it almost had. She tried to look out of the bars to see if she ould catch even a glimpse of the black angel.

She liked torture, and even pass the point of near blackouts could she handle but the pain that the angel was going through caused a chill to slide down her back and the hair of her arms and neck to stand stiff at attention. Her tail flicked back and forth as she contemplated on how to help her. She watched and listened forcing the anger forward as she glared at the new master who had entered.No one would see the pain or concern she had for the angel. Besides it was all for show anyhow.  

[Heatless1ne]

Amelia Strongheart
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Amelia head shot up when she heard the Ashlynn's scream. She started to pull on her chain again. "Cal let her go, she doesn't deserve such treatment," She said as loud as she could without yelling. She was angry, but she also knew that cal had the advantage in HIS store. 'Just let her go,' she whispered in her mind, feeling distant and far away, from all that was happening.

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[Tiltilla]

((I’m just putting the three posts in one, from Cal’s perspective, in order to keep from repeating myself XD Writing for Art here, so bear with me… And I’m sorry if it makes it confusing!!))


Cal looked up from his thoughts when he heard Kaura enter. Immediately his eyes fell on her chin, and dark purple spots that marred her skin. He stepped forward, his face a storm cloud, and very gently put a finger under her chin, tilting it up to look at the bruising. His eyes darted to the Master outside, and he fumed, storming over. “You owe me one thousand for damaging my property.” He growled, “Now, how may I help you?”

The man laughed, pulling out his wallet and thumbing through the bills before shoving several hundred at him. “How much for the Elf woman?” He asked, jerking his thumb towards Kaura.

Cal frowned. “Kaura is my personal slave, she is not for sale.” He said firmly, watching the man carefully.

Dhiren laughed, “I will pay ten thousand for her.” He continued to flip through the wallet while Cal’s anger grew. Kaura was his pet, and it insulted him that this man would think he would part with her for his money.

“She is not for sale.” He said flatly, “All those I have in stock are in their cages. Those in the front are obedient, like my pet Elf, and those in the back are disobedient.” He gave a wave of his hand, watching as the man made a scoffing sound, but moved past him anyway, his eyes lingering on Kaura for a brief moment while she shrunk away from him.

“Do not get attached to property.” He whispered as he walked past. “In a few years, when she gets boring, you will wish you had accepted my very generous offer.” He laughed at Cal's anger as he moved to the back of the store, moving to gaze into the cage of the creature who was calling for the release of a slave who was being punished. "And you should be quiet."  

[Heatless1ne]

Amelia Strongheart
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Amelia looked at this new master. "and what would you care, You don't even know me and I doubt anyone in this world would," she said, her tone not showing any emotion. 'why should anything matter to me anymore, after all I can't help anyone,' she thought to herself.

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[Tiltilla]

Dhiren gazed into the cage, he stared down at the creature inside with a raised brow, considering. She seemed to offer less potential then the Elf. He glanced over his shoulder at the girl, who was staring at her master almost lovingly… Though he was likely the one who beat her. “I don’t care.” He said absent mindedly, “I was simply offering a suggestion, you can choose whether you want to take my sound advice or not.”  

[Heatless1ne]

Amelia Strongheart
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Amelia looked at him emotionlessly. "I would rather stick with my own advice thank you," she said, giving a little humph and turning her head away. She then rubbed her neck, which was a little red from pulling on the chains. "I'm sorry... I just don't know what to do anymore," she whispered then got up and went to the back of her cage, wrapping her wings around her body, tying to figure things out.

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[IvoryEpiphany]

Ashlynn's body still felt as though it were being placed into a fire, flames lighting up each feather of her wings. She felt utterly helpless and the pain was less than excruciating. She bit help lip in hopes to settle her mind and hold back another scream of pain yet to her dismay it did no such thing. Another scream of total and utter pain lifted from her lips into the shop air. That itself was painful.

She wriggled hoping to return to her original position of at least slight comfort but each movement only brought an agonized whimper and on several more occasions an actual scream. In the end a black out sleemed almost likely but never could she do so, the pain was now in her chest as if her lungs were on fire as she smoldered helplessly from the chain as the strps of the harness dug into her back, blood seeping through her clothes and trickling against the bare skin that managed to show itself in mockery of what "clothes" she had been dressed within.

She winced tired and exhausted but painfilled as she tried going limp. She wasn't about to give up and break or give in to the pain. A sudden jolt of pain flashed through her wings as her wings relaxed in their bindings, opening but still only forcing them to shudder in pain as a fit of whimpers fell upon her as she stuttered a quiet prayer for mercy. She hadn't been that sure she had angered Him in that way but from the pain he forced her through she guessed so.

Blaise smiled at the master that spoke to the other angel. She had heard thier whole conversation and she smiled, instantly knowing she wouldn't be right for the master who looked down at her. He wanted someone he could torment and the front two lines were not that place to find those slaves.

She chuckled though when the ear splitting screams filled the shop she found herself resulting in flat lining her ears, her voice came sharp and her tail darted like a caged bird. She was getting pissed at Cal for keeping her back there. Even with him in this room, a total other place she screamed as though she was being tortured by death itself. In a way she smiled to herself wanting to almost feel that. She could enjoy something to that extent but there would be a price and no matter the like for the ashened angel she did not want that torture for sticking up for her. She was just like the little canary from earlier and all she really saw was an oppurtunity for lunch.  

[Dez Aisu]

Ryo watched slightly realizing he must have fallen asleep for a little while or he drifted off. he watches the surrounding people with slightly narrowed eyes while as normally sitting back in his cage. he still feels tired though even though he pretty much just woke up. He never says much just watches.

 

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[Kira]
Trying to break free of her chains, Deadly yet sweet at times

Kira sighed softly in her mind as she watched the shop through the bars of her cage. Her slient lips moved as if she was whistling yet not a note left her lips. She sat against the back of her cage as she lightly ran a finger over her right wrist along the strange flute like birthmark. Her left wrist bore a smiliar mark but of a harp.
(sorry i have been very busy so i couldn't be on the computer for long. My mom and others always dragged me from the computer to help them and to go places. Sorry for not replying)