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 Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 4:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 5:20 pm
Payne lifted his head slowly as he followed his new Master through the Mansion, down hallways and to the Master's Rooms wing of the building. He was sure that's where they were, he'd been here before and he recognized the familiar smells, or sounds of the hallway, slaves been tortured or otherwise in their Master's rooms.
He heaved a heavy sigh as he stepped into the room, crossing his arms over his chest, he was a little reluctant in being in a Master's room. He didn't like being in a place that had four corners on it, and only one way out, he hated feeling trapped or locked in, a phobia. Even though Payne was experienced in sneaking into small crevaces and places like that to get to his victim, he was indeed claustraphobic.
He turned to face his new Master, he wondered what the other had planned for him, what kind of slave he was going to be. Some Masters wanted Payne specifically for sex, because he was mute and blind, he was considered the perfect toy, but his rebellious attitude was dangerous and he was usually abandoned, or he easily escaped, before anything truly happened.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 6:29 pm
He stood silent in front of the door for a while, his hand brushing over the large iron door with its intricate designs. As the door unlocked, the whip-like tail wrapped about the slaves wrist pulling him through the now open door. Though the smell of water could not be sensed on the other side of the door it was definitely strong once inside. The dragon made sure to take his time as he made his way over a not to wide path of smooth black stones. On either side lie deep pools of crystal blue water, lily pads floating gently atop of the clear water. The room was much different than that of the others; to someone who he didn’t want to see such beauty the room would form a different setting. A plain room would appear to those who were not allowed the joy of a ‘paradise’, a room with a desk and a bed. Though right now the room was definitely a paradise, within a cave it seemed for the water from the small waterfall to the side echoed all about them. Exotic flowers covered the walls as if growing out of stone and up the end of the path was where he lived. The wall covered with books from the floor to the ceiling and pillows scattered all over the cool stoned floor.
The dragon spent his time on the ground, legs crossed in deep thought, slender hand moving quickly over many papers. He was somewhat a philosopher one could say. He studied anything and everything that he was able to get his hands on, enjoying the feel of knowledge. Every now and then he disappeared to Polcrity to teach the children their for quite the fee. Usually it was the Sultans children that he spent his time educating. He wasn’t fond of sharing his knowledge but one must make a living some form of way.
At the end of the path he released the slave climbing the few steps up to the small living area. Sitting on one of the pillows he pulled the papers that he had left, to go retrieve a slave, in front of him. He let a soft sigh escape sigh as he picked up the small-feathered pen, dipping it into the waiting ink only to begin is elaborate and elegant writing. So much work to do and so little of time. He had to explain Astrology to the kids in the simplest way possible and he was sure this was going to be quite the challenge. “How do you dumb down the wonders of the universe?…” he thought out loud his silver eyes clouded with irritation.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 6:44 pm
Payne followed along, or more likely, being lead as his Master's tail had been wrapped around his wrist. After entering the room, he could definately tell that there was wonderful scenery, the sound of water and the smell of tropical flowers, though, it was somewhat of torture to Payne. There were such beautiful things around him, but his eyes could never take in the beauty, all he could see was black.
Hearing his Master asking him such a strange question, it was something that Payne had never really wondered about, or thought about. It wasn't like him to think about things like that, the universe and astrology, Payne's thoughts were always forced to be focussed on assassinating someone, or something. It was just how he was rasied to function, he didn't know how to anything else but slay someone he was told to slay, or he thought he should slay.
He sighed softly and lowered his head, standing still in his spot, he had never been in this room before, so he didn't know where it was okay to walk, and where it wasn't, so he wouldn't wander.
Payne was a perfect example of deadly beauty, he was gorgeous, for a man, but he was also extremely volatile. He had long silky black hair, a frail, and even innocent face, reguardless of his blindness and the blindfold over his eyes to hide the empty sockets. His body was slim and slender, and he was small, for a male, he was also very young, even though he didn't act his age at all.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 6:53 pm
The dragon looked up from his reading to his new slave. He had forgotten that this was definitely a new place to him. He shook his head, slightly scolding himself before turning back to his book. “Two steps forward, five steps up…Sit down,” if the slave couldn’t understand those simple directions then he was just about doomed. His background had been read and he understood what the boy was good for. He also noticed that the boy hadn’t learned that it is still possible to take part in his past job, even though he was blind. Him being mute only made matters much better, a mute assassin meant no accidental sounds from the mouth and automatically he should be able to keep his body in control enough to not make a sound with it.
“Hm…” standing up he walked over to one of the columns of books. His finger slid down the many spines looking for a certain title, each book being in alphabetical order. The dragon kept everything in order listed and clean. He was a lover of clean places, and enjoyed not having to look too hard for anything. Upon finding the book he pulled it out from the thirty-five others that sat above it and the twenty-two few below it. He skimmed through the pages for a while before walking back over to the large red velvet pillow that he enjoyed sitting on so much. His tail flickered at the golden tassels, a wisp of smoke escaping his nostrils.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 7:09 pm
Payne heard his Master's instructions and bit down on his bottom lip, following them and going up to stand beside him. He struggled to reach into his pocket, and with his handcuffs still attatched, he pulled his hair tie and did his best to pull his hair back into a sloppy bun, a nervous habit for Payne. It was frustrating, the handcuffs were alot more restricting than regular handcuffs, so after a fwe tries, he managed to get it right.
Finally, he sat down near his Master, but preferring the floor to the pillow, even though he was spiteful toward the other, he also respected the rules the other might have. He wouldn't do anything unless he was asked to, or told to, and if he wasn't told to sit on the pillow, then he wouldn't, it was as simple as that.
As he sat quietly, he began to think, like always, he pondered what kind of person his Master was. What he looked like, what he liked to do, if he was abusive or not, what his name was. There were so many questions he could ask, but even if he wanted to, he couldn't.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 7:23 pm
He noticed the restraint that the handcuffs provided for the slave and he found himself liking it. Instead of physically punishing the young slave he would simply place the handcuffs on him and sit him on one of the boulders that sat in the middle of the pools. That way he could sit there until the dragon decided he wanted to let him back into his grace. It was the perfect idea, and this way he wouldn’t have to hurt the little male. It was obvious that he had been through a lot already, he sensed a few things from the other but all in all he kept most of his emotions covered just like the dragon. This wasn’t much of a problem to him, he enjoyed people who didn’t give too much away, and usually males were like this, which is why he chose Payne first. Perhaps a female slave would be possible in the future but he wasn’t sure if he was ready for the whole new challenge that females presented. They were easy to understand but at the same time hard to please, and the last thing he needed was a whinny little girl throwing fits.
For a while he studied the other finding his arrogance still hovering but not completely surfacing, which was the safest way for little Payne. If he wanted a comfortable life then he would have to behave, for the dragon would not tolerate any kind of disobedience. His eyes narrowed slightly as he crossed his arms over his chest his tail flickering, hitting the smooth cool stone rapidly. “The name of your master…is Nickolai, dear Payne,” he spoke, his accent almost making Payne’s name seem as foreign as his own. He tilted his head to the side as he slowly began to remove his gloves. That was definitely enough information for one day. Perhaps a little more tomorrow if Payne proved to be good.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 7:38 pm
Payne listened to the other as he presented his name to him, Nickolai. He nodded slighty as to acknowledge what the other had to say, he thought it was an odd name, but atleast he could put a name to the image he had of his Master in his head. For revenge, or maybe, if possible, trust.
He began to grow weary, and it was evident in his posture, he slouched slightly and his head was lowered, but even though he was tired, he wasn't sure if he would be able to sleep tonight, if it meant he had to share the same room, or possibly even the same bed, as his Master.
He took in a deep breath and sighed, he slowly stretched his arms over his head, a yawn escaping his lips and a groan as it felt good to stretch, even though he was restrained. Then, without warning, he laid back with a flop, his arms still over his head and his back pressed against the cool floor, his legs outstretching. He didn't really care if his position was comprimising, he didn't expect that his Master would make any advances on him, because he hadn't already, but then again, he could never be sure.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 7:56 pm
Nickolai glanced up, watching his slave move a bit before laying down completely. He smiled slightly though the happy expression disappeared quite quickly. There wasn’t much reason for hiding expressions around the blind slave; one could not sense a smile so if one was blind then he or she could not see it. He looked back to his book for a while longer, deciding to leave the other be for a while, just to make sure he was becoming used to his new home. What he didn’t want was an always-uncomfortable slave, which was the vibes he was picking up right now. He had an idea of how to make the other comfortable, but he didn’t feel that the slave deserved such comforting gestured. If anything, right now the least he could do was remove those wretched handcuffs. Not only did they look like a hassle but also they were ugly as well, and dampened his slightly happy mood.
Standing up slowly the dragon made his way over to the slave, kneeling down next to his head. He picked up a pillow and lifted the Payne’s head, pushing the pillow beneath it. The slave definitely needed a bath, the smell of the slave wing was still latched onto him and he found the smell coming off onto his hands. Aside from that his hands felt dirty when he touched the other, Payne didn’t have his smell…and until he did he would always feel dirty to Nikolai. Taking a key from his pocket he reached up to release the slave of his confinement. A light blanket was pulled over the slaves’ body smelling strongly of the water and many exotic flowers that surrounded them.
“That should be better for you…” he said quietly as he lifted himself up, his presence fading as he walked away from the slave and down the steps. He placed the handcuffs at the edge of one of the pools before continuing on his way towards the waterfall to take a quick shower.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 8:09 pm
Payne was startled when the other removed his handcuffs, immediately flinching, an instant reaction to having the Master so close to his head, but then he quickly realized that a weight had been lifted from his wrists, and not only that, but his head was now rested on a pillow, and a blanket was also placed over him. He sat up and if he could speak, he probably would've disapproved, because it was too nice of a gesture, and he wasn't used to being treated so kindly.
He sighed, hearing his Master walking away, he couldn't follow him unless he was told where to go, this room was so unfamiliar for him. He turned his head and lowered it, he brought the blanket to his nose and sniffed it lightly, it smelled of the tropical flowers and the water, and it was really then that he realized he still smelled of the slave wing. He sighed and just laid back again, the blanket only half covering him as he was still wearing his leather stealth outfit, so he flet kind of weird snuggling into a blanket while wearing this outfit.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 8:23 pm
Nickolai returned hours later sitting a ways away from the slave, his head bent over another book and stacks of paper. The dragon would work well into the night and sleep during the day. He did this only when he knew he didn’t have teaching to do in the morning. The next morning he would definitely be free to sleep the day away; this would give Payne time to move about the room and learn the area. Of course if he fell into one of the pools Nickolai would retrieve him, but the pools started out extremely shallow and he would of course know if he was too close to water. Right?
He looked up to the rows and columns of books with a slight sigh as he rubbed his left temple. So much work, so much to do, why couldn’t his life be simple? The dragon knew the answer to that question quite well since he of course asked himself this same question every night. True, he was extremely tired, but he couldn’t sleep, not just yet, there was too much to do and such little time. He sighed softly before stretching, one of his hands reaching down to run through the dark brown locks of wavy hair. The many strands of hair reached down to his shoulder blades.
The dragon glanced back at his slave with a slightly raised brow before standing up again. He walked over to a short long armoire and pulled open one of the drawers. He fished around for one of his older shirts that he rarely wore anymore. Pulling out a silken blood red button up shirt he eyed quietly for any holes or stains. It would do, Payne only needed to sleep in it after all. Walking over to the other he dropped the shirt into his lap before turning back to his work. “Change, so you can sleep soundly,” was all he said before sitting back down quietly.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 8:37 pm
He felt the shirt drop into his lap and he sat up once again, turning his face up toward Nickolai in a confused manner, why was this Master being so kind to him? He pondered, biting down on his bottom lip, he wondered if it could possibly be a trick, or a ploy, to trick him into a false sense of security.
He sighed reluctantly, he was unsure, but he slowly stood up and held the shirt up, he felt it with his hands, to find out where the holes were and making sure it wasn't unside down or inside out.
He flipped the shirt over his shoulder and he undid his belt, which usually had all sorts of gadgets hanging from it, but he guards took them away so he couldn't escape so easily. He dropped the belt onto the floor and then removed his long leather gloves, and then the boots that reached up to his knees to expose his thin, slender legs.
He reached a hand up behind him, reaching for the zipper at the top and grumbling mutedly, he couldn't reach it right. He tried to reach over his shoulder for it but he still couldn't reach it and sighed in defeat. He hated dressing in his leather suit, it was a pain to get in and out of, and he usually needed someone else's help for the zipper because it was just out of his reach.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 8:58 pm
Nickolai just happened to glance back hearing the entire struggling going on. For someone who was mute the slave sure made quite a bit of noise, perhaps his ears were a little too sensitive. Though with a light sigh he stood up once again making his way over to the slave. “Be still,” he said as he strong slender hands gripped Payne’s arms to hold him their. He tilted his head seeing the problem, no matter how flexible the little guy was he wouldn’t be able to get to this zipper. Why would someone make something so complicated? Hell, why would he even put something like this on? Did he not think that he would need help from a stranger eventually one day? Payne was luck that Nickolai didn’t find much sexual interest in him at the moment for now would be perfect timing if any.
Unzipping the outfit he roughly pulled it off the slave before tossing it aside. “Now get to bed,” he said gruffly now slightly agitated with the other for interrupting him so. The dragon closed his eyes suppressing a rising groan of complete irritation and annoyance. He knew that the slave would have a hard time doing things. He was after all disabled to many things; he just didn’t expect him to have problems with simple things such as his very own clothes. What idiot puts on something he can’t take of himself, even if he is blind. Surely he wasn’t blind when he put it on.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 9:13 pm
Payne stood still as the other came and undid his zipper and pulled his suit off, he sighed, not because his Master was so rough with him, but because he felt so helpless. He was completely naked underneathe his suit, and he pulled the button-up shirt on, luckily it was very big on him, so it reached all the way down to his knees, and he seemed to sink inside of it, because it was so big.
He turned his head to his Master as the other walked back over to return to what he was previously doing, he only wished he could thank him, but he could simply bow to him before he turned to go back to where he'd been laying on the floor before.
He sat down and then laid, laying on his side and resting his head on the pillow, pulling the blanket up to his chin, he reached up with one hand and carefully tightened his blind fold, hoping that it wouldn't accidently slip off in his sleep, as Payne was a very restless, sheet-kicking, sleeper.
Eventually, he found himself drifting off into a light sleep, but of course, he was able to awake quickly at the slightest sound, being a spy, he had to sleep that way. And, when he had eyes, he used to sleep with his eyes opened, as to see any late-night attackers, but of course, in this state, he could only put his faith in his Master, which was difficult for him to do.
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