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Senritsu Valkyrie

Senritsu listened to the guy talk, and talk, and talk, and guess what talk. He could already feel himself starting to break his transformation but breathed out turning around and catching the kid by the jaw leaning in rather close his crystal clear blue eye boring into the males, "Shut up. Your god damned voice is getting on my nerves." he growled. He released the Daisuke and continued to walk moving out of the slave shop and heading to his car. He clicked a button and the passenger door opened along with the driver side door, "Bastards lucky I don't toss him in the ******** trunk." he growled.

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Senritsu Valkyrie

Senritsu started the car the two doors closing and well he drove off hearing the damn kids stomach grumble irritated him and well deciding that not hearing his stomach growl would be best. He pulled into a fast food drive thru and sighed, "What do you want?" he said with obvious annoyance. He wasn't going to eat anything just get the kid something and go home to sleep. God he was tired.

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The woman sitting in the cage was not your average female sold to market. Her boot tapped against the cage bars in irritation at just how small a cage they had put her in this time. Turning to the seller she stuck her hand out waving to him and batting her eyes. "Excuse me, sir. I ordered the presidential suite!" She laughed as he kicked her cage ans cursed her, but she just stuck her tongue out at him and flashed in a rather unflattering finger.

Grinning she raised her hand to block out the sun... only to find it gone and replaced by a rather weird smelling male. He smelt like blood, which was okay in her books... but his race, she couldn't tell and that along with how he was looking her up and down was severely pissing her off. So when he finally asked his question she bent down and gripping her shirt pushing her tits together wiggling at him. "I'm a girl. What are you blind or something?" She pursed her lips at him and crossed her arms, her foot moving to hit the bar just under where his hand was, obviously not even wanting to think about getting bought.

The slaver seeing how she was acting for a potential buyer moved closer to the tall man and bowed a few times. "I apologize for her, she isn't usually like this. She is a were-leopard." Nikki's eyes flashed golden as she looked at the slaver like a feline ready to play with him until he died. No one ever got a swift death from cats. "You shouldn't lie fat man. Isn't that what killed the last one?" She purred moving from where she sat to slowly crawling towards the male. Her body radiated power a predator stalking it's prey and she grinned sharp canines flashing enough to make the slaver a little nauseous.

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Drake was taken a little back by her attitude, but he did not show it. He instead looked back over to the boy, seeing that he was indeed covered from the sun. "Ah, I see. I have heard very little creatures like him," he said, then looked over to her again with his eyes. He could tell that she was an elf by her scent, most of which had the unavoidable odor of grass, but by looking at her, body and colors and charms, she was not a petty elf. If he had to guess, she was either a warrior or scout.
Sadly, it seemed that she wanted nothing to do with him, the cold look in her eyes saying as much. Although, she did have a good body on her. When he heard others, another master and a female slave, he looked over, seeing the slave shake her breasts at the master. Drake couldn't help but give a whistle and flash her a smile, over hearing that she was a were-leopard. That may a good catch if the other one didn't get her first.
That aside, the werewolf turned back to the elf, crouching down to get a better look. "I take it you do not like men very much, do you?" he asked, knowing the answer but still wanting to speak to the girl. If nothing else, it would kill some time. "I can also guess that you take pride in quick, unclean kills as well," he added, able to tell that some of the other customers were looking at her. When he said that, however, most of them turned away, not interested in a dangerous slave like her.

(OOC: Still can't get my posts the way I want them... Why is it so hard to do this in a guild-related post?)

He shook his head, then adjusted his seating style so he was cross-legged in front of her cage. "So you are saying that you are a bi-sexual? And yes, I am a man," he said, taking note of her tone and the way she was speaking to him. It was clear that she would be more trouble than she was worth, so another slave was certainly better for him. "You do not like me, but we have only just met I believe. Do not judge a book by its cover, but by their character. And I can tell by your character toward me that you are either sexist toward most men, or that you are racist to all but elves," he admitted, his tone and voice saying that he spoke only what he believed.
Before she could retort, Drake caught the attention of a guard. The armored man walked over and waited. "Could you go get me something to eat and drink? I'm famished," he requested, then watched the guard run off. It didn't take long for him to return with a glass of water and a plate of hot corn, slice of steak, and mashed potatoes. "Thank you," he said, giving the man a little cash as thanks.
When the guard was gone, Drake turned back to the elf, placing the plate and glass outside her cage. "Thank for your time and I apologize for the inconvenience. I'll get out of your sight now," he said with a wink, then stood and began to walk away, down the row of cages. Usually, Drake did give a bit of food to any slave he talked with, as long as it was a female and did not try to kill him, so this was perfectly normal for him. The only thing he hoped for was that no one else paid too much attention to him and be for hand outs as well.

(OOC: I am trying to get the align of the text to the right, the image to the left, and the main part of my posts dark red (excluding the parts where my RPC or a made up character speaks).)

Azayel paced in his cage. He didn't like this, but he didn't like being owned any more than this either. I should be used to this by now. Oh well. He was put back in the hell because his previous master had given him up, something that had become a trend with him since his mother gave him up. He stopped pacing suddenly. It had been a while since he thought of his mother. He tried to remember her, though it was foggy.
She had always been distant to Azayel, though he never knew why until she sold him. He wasn't the perfect son. She was a fallen angel and he was only half and didn't show enough traits to pass as one. Sure, he could create a few illusions here and there and he had the appearance of one with the blue-tipped hair and the pale, willowy figure but where it mattered most was his back. He had never possessed the most crucial part of being a descendant of a fallen angel, his wings. Where the elegant wings that made even the blackest of nights become jealous were supposed to be all that was on Azayel's back was perfectly supple pale skin and his mother would not have any of that. Oh, no.
Azayel quit reminiscing and went back to pacing. But soon that grew old and he just sat down in the middle of his cage and messed with the guards. He would send them into illusions of them dying or of them being tortured to death by his hands. He loved the looked of Shock and agony being replaced by fear when they figured out it wasn't real. Most of them would shake their head and pass it off as a nightmare or daydream and hope no one else had noticed that they slipped up on the job, but the smarter ones would always eyes Azayel suspiciously. These two guards he had in front of his cage were rather dull and bullheaded so neither of them really noticed Azayel laughing in his cage when they looked around and tried to pass it off as if nothing had happened though the sheen of sweat and the fear in their eyes always gave them away.

The Drake Lord




Tulros did not look at all amused by her actions as she wiggled her large feminine attributes at him. He never before had been interested in females holding the form a woman. His own race only ever sought his affections and that had been a very long time since he had seen a drake female. Dragon. No fun at all.

Drumming his slightly clawed fingers against the bar of her cage a frowned deeply, crimson eyes aglow. "Fool," he muttered lightly under her breath but directed at her, "I care nothing for your show. That was not the meaning of my question." However, the answer came soon enough when one of the salesclerks approach to apologize for her. were-Leopard? Never before in his innumerable years did the create ever hear of such a thing. Well, there was a first time for everything and thus the dragon lifted his hand slightly to reveal the blood that began to spill from it. His eyes focused on it lazily as if not very interested. At first, the source of such an amount went unknown. But only for a short time since the steady drip of the crimson blood drew a faint smile to his lips. His hand lashed through the bars and wrapped around her neck to yank her forward. The blood smeared across her skin. But, as his thumb ran down her jawline, it created the scent so pleasing to his senses.

Finally, the slaver collapsed. The speed in which he was killed took a while for even his mind to process he was dead. His throat was completely missing. "Do not toy with me," he said with his voice beginning to lose human quality to it. "I do not fear you, leopardessss.... nor do I find amusssement in your little gamesss." His face was near hers though his face remained holding the features of man. She had potential and he saw. Now was only a test. There was little reason to kill then man other than because he annoyed him and killing for the pleasure of it brought him great contentment. "A predator, you are. But a child, naive. Vain and arrogant." He thrust her away and ran his tongue lazily over the blood on his finger. "But potential, yesss... potential indeed."

Kicking aside the bloody body, he looked at the others as if challenging them to do something. he had been there before and most of the slavers knew who he was. The offending one lacked the knowledge. Ignorance. He hated it as much as vanity. He had been looking for a specific woman and she wasn't the one. All she did was drive his fragile mind absolutely crazy. At least, more than it was. He was completely and totally insane.

"Ussselesss."