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 Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:12 pm
  G a i a e
T o p h e r ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ Gaiae slowly opened her eyes when he came up to her and spoke. She was slightly startled to see he actually turned his attention to her. She had been so certain he would take the elf woman. She had seen such interactions before and this didn't surprise her at all. And yet, she felt some pleasure from gaining his attention. Not to be bought but to be heard. He liked her words or something like that. She hoped he did. Very few masters and mistresses agreed with her. She was the anomaly. The one whose past was unknown yet believed in nothing more than the glory and beauty of the living person. None should have their life taken from them unless they place it before you to be stolen. A risk, a hazard.
His question was expected and she smiled softly, her lips pulling back into a smile. "I went by the name of Gaiae. I never received a name as a slave." She thought things over, noticing his tone of voice and the way he worded his question. Her quick mind took note of it and interpreted the situation to how she should respond. She turned finally to face him and stood slowly with her hands against the bars. Her smile took on a playful touch to it as her eyes locked with his. "Dear master," she said with a chuckle, her eyes showing her amusement. "You try too hard." She touched one finger to her lips. "I'm a slave. Not a woman. A gentleman speaks to a woman to win her heart. Not to show kindness to one less than a whole."
Her eyes looked up at the roof of her cage for a moment before regarding him curiously with true sincerity in her eyes. She had meant everything she said. It was only a little but anything to lighten a situation would come from her lips. Someone was listening and the world here was too dark.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:47 pm
 NIKKI is good enough for you!
Did he just call her a fool? She paused in her fun at scaring the slaver and turned her golden eyes to glare at him. She could be a fool all she wanted, she was in here and he was out there. "Your question was boring, my answer was more fun." She stated bluntly, studying her nails like she couldn't care one was or another. Though at the scent of blood she turned to the male, vaguely interested that was until a hand pulled around her throat faster than she could see. She growled, hands clutching at the bars and struggling against the other's hand pulling back a little when she locked her legs. She wasn't some human to be tossed around with ease! She growled as a small line of blood formed on her cheek.
She didn't even blinked before the slaver was dead and she found no feeling in it but a resentment that she hadn't gotten to kill him herself. "Who was trying to amuse you?" She hissed, lips pulling up as she bared her teeth at him. Spots danced down her hair as her eyes burned golden as she glared at him. Like she cared about what this random lizard thought about her. She flew back as he pushed her away and banged against the bars. A surprised hiss tore through her at the pain, but she gave a small sigh soon after, but really minding the dull ache and probably the line of bruises she would have around her neck.
"Like I care, though if you want to throw me again. Be my guest." She wiped a small trickle of blood from her cheek and licked it from her hand even as the wound healed over. Her once more blue eyes flicked to the male and she tilted her head. "So you're not attracted to me?" She asked this hopefully, usually she liked to tempt men enough to see what they really wanted from her. She wasn't going to end up a guard to another pervert thanks, she had had enough of that.
She lowered her gaze to the body of the dead slaver and wrinkled her nose. The bad thing about leopards was that they were very peculiar about what they ate... then again she could probably go for weeks without having to eat if she wanted to. She just didn't eat things that other people killed... or nasty fat slavers who smelt like a**.
☆▐ BEATIN` youDOWN ✗✗ xx❝ makeWAR notP E A C E !! ❞x x x x x x x x x x x x x
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Nicolai the Necromancer Crew
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:48 pm
 Drake looked at her, genuinely confused. He scooted a little closer, then back the same distance when she stood, looking at her from top to bottom. He then turned to look around himself, spotting one of the mistresses nearby. He looked her over too, not moving but his head starting at the woman's head, going to her feet, then back up again. Finally, he turned back to the human girl, Gaiae. "Not to show kindness to one less than a whole?" he asked, repeating her words as he offered her a playful smile. "From what I can see, you are a whole. You're not missing an ear or toe are you?" he asked, curiously. To him, a slave was just an unfortunate person who was caught and being held against their will. To him, it was a chance for him to try and bring a bit of shine to one's gloomy life. Sad how some have tried to kill him for that. "From what I can see, you are a young and beautiful woman being held against her will by people who call the weak items and powerful buyers," he said, his smile turning sad. "I truly wish this was not the world we lived in, but fate has dealt her hand to us all," he added, looking down at the ground. In a moment, his head was back up. "However, I do think a young lady such as yourself should be here in this cage," he said. Drake held out his hand to her, not going through the bars but close enough to be well within her reach. "My name is Drake Silverfang. It's nice to meet you," he added, his voice charming and soft. (OOC: Sorry for the wait. I had to take care of some stuff.)
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:52 pm
 Sugar and Swords  "Come play with me!
For boredom is what causes me to get into trouble~..."
“I am the one with only one eye and sees through your illusions.
For I wish to know the truth.” ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ ╔══════════════════════════════════╗
ぷ Sitting on a large cushion, Cyane's face twisted into an amused smirk. Ah, things were so much fun to listen to when you had nothing else to do. Finally, it was starting to pick up in this dull place. Masters coming in to buy those more fair than themselves. Some interchanges were pleasant, some more twisted and those that even ended up bloody. How amusing were everyone's antics were! Sure listening in was a low thing to do, but he was already on the bottom right now and just did not give a damn. Which was more interesting to him~? Those pleasant conversations, or the bloody ones? Probably the latter even if they released strong scents of iron and needed to be taken care of in one way or another. Gently or not.
Brushing some snowy white hair away from his one crimson eye, he decided to lay lazily across a few cushions he had gained. How per say? Because he asked nicely for once.. Sure, we'll go with that. No need to resent those that actually were somewhat civil. After all, all the items should be in top condition for a very profitable sale, right? Or at least, that was what he understood from over hearing some of the sellers talking to each other. He noted that males weren't saleing well. Ah, that meant he was going to be in the dusty place for a while. A lazy and unconcerned expression crossed his face as he laid out on the cushions in thought.
Well, if he was to be here for a while. Perhaps trying to get some being to speak with him would be a good idea. Now. Who to choose was the question. Why did he even need to question himself? It was obvious that he could try to pick anyone since surely the others were bored with being trapped in cages as well. Cyane's guards had already given up on understanding him. Though unfortunately they already knew how dangerous he was even though he seemed to act so harmless for now. Well, of course the collars and charms on his collar would make some wary. A black, dark pink, and dark violet collar with six charms already. Dominated by the more dangerous charms too. Oh well, he didn't look at tags, but the person themselves most of the time.
The albino didn't know who he wanted to talk with... He was sure that his guards and seller were always wary when he acted out in such a way, but he thought that was funny. So naive. "Oi, who are you~?" he asked some random fellow slave that wasn't talking with anyone as he looked up at them. After all, he was still lounging. ぷ
(( OOC: Anyone willing can answer him~ )) ╚══════════════════════════════════╝ ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ ...I'm no different from you.
I just express my insanity more clearly~!
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 9:20 pm
G a i a e
T o p h e r ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ Gaiae felt a little jealousy in her heart to see him look away and move his eyes up and down a nearby mistress. She had no idea what he was doing and couldn't help it. She didn't know why since she wasn't prone to jealousy in the least. Though, he looked at her again with a playful smile to speak. Realization hit her and she blushed in embarrassment. Of course, she had to make up for that.
Sticking her tongue out at him, she wiggled her ears with her fingers. "Nooope... all in good working order." She closed one eye to complete the affect before laughing lightly and pulling her hands away. Her laugh had not been heard in so long she was amused by it herself, the soft, almost musical tone to it. Though, it stopped to hear him continue. Correcting her words with that chivalrous speech of his. It made her heart swell with pride and cheeks flush in embarrassment but she still felt it was only words. The way he spoke reminded her of the empty words so many times she had heard. But, somehow, she was driven to trust him. Maybe he spoke truth totally. Maybe it was meant to woo her trust.
He introduced himself, though, she her hand lifted and her small, pale hand moved to rest within his. Though the hand that he held once held a weapon, killed and guarded it was still smooth and untouched as if age could not pull it. "The pleasure is mine, Mr. Silverfang."{it's alright}
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 12:44 pm
He nodded, then turned to spot a guard. "Hey! Open this cage," he said, stepping out of the way for the guard to unlock the cage. When that was done, he turned down the offer of a leash and shooed the guard awhile before looking back at Gaiae. "So, what do you say?" he asked, his voice pleasant and his tone gentle. This did seem like the best bet he could get today, plus he was curious about this one. She seemed human enough, but there was something about her that didn't seem so. "If you do agree to this, then we can start with a hot meal. I wasn't lying when I said I was famished," he said, giving her a wink. (OOC: Can't think of much to type.)
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Nicolai the Necromancer Crew
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Disguise The Frailty Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 6:21 pm
 Azayel Aidenn Dimitri Azayel was still smirking at the guards when a male to the side of his cage as who he was. He considered castin an illusion on him also, just because of his charms, but decided against it. This was the one person who tried to talk to him all of this time. "When you begin to answer the question, i will also." He gave him a sickly sweet grin and wondered how this "gentlemen" would react. Azayel eyed the cushion that the white-haired man was sitting on and wondered how he had sweet talked the guards into that one. Azayel preferred to sit on the ground, though he didn't really know why.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 7:15 pm
 Tulros Oma
‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ The Drake LordImmense power is acquired by assuring yourself in your secret reveries that you were born to control affairs. Hence, all belongs to me. Tulros grew greatly amused at her attempts and her anger. She wasn't frightening at all. A little kitten truly. A baby. Though, as she struggled against him then began to shift slightly into her other form, he began to wonder which side of her was real. Maybe she was equally both and it seemed that way. Unlike him, he was a dragon through and through and the body he wore only a mask. He only wore it when needed. Stupid, tiny, human dwellings!
At her words of allowing him to throw her again, he grinned to reveal his sharpened incisors. "Oh? What a grand invitation." He licked his lips and his eyes glistened. "Never taunt a dragon, child. We never find sarcasm appealing. Literal is much easier to act upon." He turned away from her and examined the body. He thought about burning it but decided in a place like this it was stink terribly. Thus, he flicked his wrist lazily and the body dissolved into nothingness. Fire was always much more appealing. Well, in most cases. He was a firedrake after all.
Though, her next words made him turn and raise an eyebrow. He laughed, slamming his fist into the bar just in front of her face. "For a kitten like you?" he smiled wickedly at her. "You are of no interest to me in such ways. No, if you were to be any use to me, it would be your gut spilled over a ceremonial altar." He licked his eyes again with his eyes glinting slightly. Not that he would complain but to buy her then kill her would be troublesome.There will one day spring from the brain of science a machine or force so fearful in its potentialities, so absolutely terrifying, that even man, the fighter, who will dare torture and death in order to inflict torture and death, will be appalled, and so abandon war forever. Until then, You'll just have to deal with me.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 7:26 pm
G a i a e
T o p h e r ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ Gaiae was startled when he told a guard to open the cage. She had no idea why he would agree to have her. Either that or he was going to beat her. She doubted the last one but she still found it highly unlikely that he would wish to have her. After her fall as a Knirmar she became nothing but a human girl. Weak and frail like one. She still had the power she once did... but could no longer access it. her body was weakened from starvation and abuse so her physical strength was less as well. Having her heart and soul shattered didn't help either. She had fallen so far from her past glory. Whomever that assassin was, he had gotten what he wanted.
However, she hid those memories and blinked when he refused to put the leash upon her collar. It made her feel a lot more... human. "Say?" she blinked again before making a thoughtful face and taping her lips with a finger. "Mm... I say..." She paused then looked at him with a twinkle in her eye. She stopped though at his next question. At the mention of food, her stomach betrayed her and growl. "Mmmm.... not really." She went over to him and went down on her knees to kiss his hand. "Thank you, master," she said softly and submissively before tilting her head back to look at him. "Only if it please thee."{well... I'll just have to give you something to talk about, won't I? xD}
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 7:27 pm
Sugar and Swords "Come play with me!
For boredom is what causes me to get into trouble~..."
“I am the one with only one eye and sees through your illusions.
For I wish to know the truth.” ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ ╔══════════════════════════════════╗
ぷ It seemed he got a semi-alright response from the guy he had picked out. Ooooo a mouth was on this guy~? Hmm, it looked like this might be fun.. maybe. He wanted to laugh at the grin he was given. "I will not answer until you do not and not before you can not but only after you do so~" the albino answered the young man with a simple smile. There were double and triple negatives with one or two positives. What he truly said might take a few seconds to sink in, but he was pretty sure the other knew what he just said. It was obvious wasn't it?
"But that doesn't matter. I am Cyane," he told the other male with a small wave of a hand in greeting. "Your turn," he then stated simple. What was wrong with him? Someone like 'him' with such a personality and yet collared and tagged the way he was? It was quite funny he thought, but most were wise to not underestimate him. Like he knew that the male he was talking to wasn't someone to underestimate either. He moved his feet back and forth in boredom as he conversed. Cyane hadn't given his full name because right now his name was mud in the eyes of others. Well those called and ranked 'masters' and 'mistresses' anyways. ぷ ╚══════════════════════════════════╝ ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ ...I'm no different from you.
I just express my insanity more clearly~!
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Disguise The Frailty Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 7:47 pm
Azayel Aidenn Dimitri Azayel laughed in his rich tenor voice. He smiled a genuine smile at the male. Of course he was insane, for why else would he be speaking like that and have so many dark tags on his collar. Azayel fingered his own red collar and felt the damning trinkets that dangled there. He had only four: a White rose,a Black Pearl, an Hourglass, and a Red Tear. yes, they were very damning. He was brought out of this mental process by the male, yet again. He liked Cyane so he figured he would humor him and see where it got him. He had a sly smile plastered on his face that made his black eyes sparkle "It is my pleasure to speak with you Cyane." He bowed his head just for the hell of it "My name is Azayel." He couldn't really think of anything to ask him that wouldn't arouse suspicion or just hatred. People here were really paranoid about their identities and Azayel understood exactly why since he was in that group. He wracked his brain for anything, anything at all to say so Cyane would keep talking to him. He noticed that he had one red eye and that his snow-white hair slyly covered the other eye so no one really noticed that it wasn't there. "If you don't mind me asking, Cyane, what happened to your eye?" He rather did like talking to this gentleman, but was wary, he didn't know what Cyane had up his sleeve.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 8:06 pm
Drake listened to her as he moved away from the cage, then stopped and turned back to her a few moments after her. He smiled at the grumble of her stomach, about to say something when she knelt down and kissed his hand. He was a little shocked by this. Usually, it was he who knelt down to kiss a woman's hand, but having it done to him made him blush a little. "It's really no trouble, and there's no reason to thank me. As I said, I too am hungry," he reminded her. The way she spoke her last sentence did strike him as odd. He wondered if it was from her people before she was kidnapped or if it was just something she did. He gently took his hand back, then helped her back on her feet. "Come on then. Unless there is something else you would like to do or say?" he asked, not knowing if there was another custom she did. Either way, he still had to pay for her so no one got themselves' killed thinking he was stealing her away. Unfortunately, one of them had already died from another master. The scent of new blood said as much. Once he had paid for Gaiae, Drake waited by the counter of the slave market for her, watching and waiting for her to come to him. He was, however, thinking about what to get to eat. She looked hungry, derived of food really, and he could not tell what she preferred to eat or if there were things she could not eat. Personally, he preferred median meat, occasionally raw.
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Nicolai the Necromancer Crew
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 8:15 pm
Sugar and Swords "Come play with me!
For boredom is what causes me to get into trouble~..."
“I am the one with only one eye and sees through your illusions.
For I wish to know the truth.” ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ ╔══════════════════════════════════╗
ぷ A slightly curious expression fleetingly graced his face when the other guy laughed and smiled. What did he do this time? Though Cyane did smirk playfully when Azayel bowed his head when he introduced himself. Ah, the guards and sellers must've been curious as to how a conversation between himself and Azayel would turn out, for even he was. Of course, being safety concerned people, they would be wary of such tagged beings interacting. Humans could be so entertaining at times, while at others they were just plain annoying. Any species or race could be actually... Hmm, he hadn't thought about it that way much before..
Cyane blinked when Azayel brought him out of his thoughts with a question regarding his eye. Oh? So this one was observant and wasn't afraid to ask about such things huh? Well, to most that would be considered rude, but he thought it was amusing. Still, the atmosphere around him darkened slightly to a more down to earth and dark feeling as he shifted on the cushion. "My eye? Which one?" he asked with a smaller smirk, being a sarcastic annoyance or playful. Whichever way someone might interrupt it. "If you mean my left one.. It was just taken from me to give to some other wretch," he explained as if it was nothing, even though to atmosphere seemed to be saying otherwise. Before he got annoyed with Azayel, he decided to speak up before anymore questions could be asked.
"If you mean the right one, nothing. That color is my natural color, as well as my hair," he mentioned, as some people sometimes thought it was dyed or he had contacts in. "Now.. If I may have a turn, are you allergic to any thing? Perhaps you don't like some species?" Cyane asked with a small tilt of his head. The previous more dark and foreboding atmosphere slowly vanishing from around him. He was trying to keep from asking suspicious questions, but he wasn't quite sure what would sound suspicious anymore.. So simply by whim his questions vary and alter like clouds in a breeze. ぷ ╚══════════════════════════════════╝ ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ ...I'm no different from you.
I just express my insanity more clearly~!
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 8:20 pm
 There are so many people here....She shut her eyes tight again, taking in an elongated breath, letting it out slowly in a shuddering gasp. She swore she could see her breath in here- either that, or being locked away in here was making her delirious. It had been what seemed like ages since she'd last moved even a muscle, huddled up in a confining metal contraption that nipped and stung her bare flesh with the frigid touch- she was freezing.
The sun would have been a nice visitor- the only being she wanted to see looming over her again. All of this was too much, and frankly, she wouldn't be surprised if she was close to snapping. The disturbing scents of blood co-mingled with the sweat and filth in the air, causing the small girl to tremble again, attempting to evade the sick feeling that kept trying to crawl up from the pit of her stomach.
Her hands clutched firmly together over top of her knees, which she hugged close to her chest for whatever warmth it may bring. She might as well have been naked- the pale, faded blue tunic had long since been too small for her, the fabric itself worn and tearing in some places, thin and unsuitable for the weather here. She was sure that wherever she came from, the little clothing she wore was much more appropriate. Here, it was almost glaring in how it made her stand out, despite how small and quiet she tried to be.
Anyone who ventured close, and there had been many, each studying her figure and judging her like a cut of meat, would see the terra-cotta markings all down her torso, starting from the mark on her cheek. The runic symbols were tattooed onto her body, formulated in what appeared to be a very precise, rhythmic pattern, trailing all the way down across her front and back and over the top of her left foot, which mind you, all of this was visible, save for a few small surfaces of her lightened skin that was blessed to be covered by the thin fabric of her top.
A fire would be nice- something warm. She wasn't sure that she had acclimatized from wherever it was she was originally from yet, seeing as how she still got goose-bumps each day and spent each night barely asleep because she was so outrageously freezing. The girl sighed to herself, breathing lightly as the various consumers passed through the slave market to assess the wares. All she had ever known was this industrial, suffocating city, but it had never felt right. That didn't matter though- as a slave, she hardly had the right to think. 
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Disguise The Frailty Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 8:32 pm
MoonLitS u i c i d e Azayel Aidenn Dimitri Azayel noticed the change in the atmosphere and became tense. He quickly regained his composure though. "Ah, no i did mean the left one, as for it seemed... interesting.. i guess would be the right word to describe it." He shook his head and smiled, " No, i wouldn't ask about your hair or your eyes for i somewhat know what you are dealing with." He picked up a shoulder-length lock of hair. " Mine is natural also." He said this with a smile but grimaced mentally, he had all the features of a fallen angel but the wings. Azayel sat up straighter and had a glint in his eye as soon as he heard the word "turn". He liked these kind of "games", they were always interesting and ended up one way or another. "Oh, ho." He said with a chuckle, "We are taking turns now, are we? Well. i rather do like the idea of that. Luckily, I am not allergic to anything and i don't really specify with species, i just don't like people most of the time." He did like that Cyane wasn't asking too specific of questions, but random ones. He figured he would follow suit. He messed with some of his bracelets that he had on his wrist while he was thinking of a question. He smiled as he thought of the most asked question in history "What is you favorite color?"
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Cyane Ma’tter
