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 Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 12:03 pm
Well this is bad.. your tied to a stake infront of a cave to be feed to a village's God. the bones of past slaves lay all around you declarating the burnt grass below your feet, all you see is a cave before you but what await inside if my master doesn't kill you is a wonderous underground palace, If somehow master decides not to kill you then he will bring you inside to be a eternal servent like me, it gets lonely down here..and master isn't very nice... now lets see.. upon entering the home.. once you cross the courtyard of course you will reach the grandroom, this was where many people used to worship him till... well He doesn't like to say..  *clears throut* this is the bathing area, master doesn't believe in indoor plumbing, hates human technology, the spring is always warm but there is no privacy >///> finally the bedrooms, but the last one is are masters... I advise not going in there...  I hope you enjoy staying here... but don't lose hope, master rewards good slaves I hear~ john
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 12:24 pm
 Tragic Turn
Tragic had a blindfold over her eyes, but no binds, a wry smile across her soft, pink lips. That was fine, for now. She didn't need her sight for she was being guided by a single, rather fit human male. He could be considered handsome for a delivery man. He wasn't exactly her type, but she used him all the same. Played with his emotions and ego. With her looks, it didn't take much to overwhelm the man and convince him to give her what she needed to survive.
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Tragic was radiant, standing tall and confident. Recently fed. The human that tugged her around, however, wasn't fairing so well. Physically, he looked fine. His problem was not physical, more spiritual, one could say. The delivery man took her inside the cave after a moments of hesitance. Tragic could hear what sounded to be the rustling of bones, the feeling of death in the air was heavy along with a raw power she had never felt before. Her head lifted slightly as her skin tingled with the new sensations. The thought of dealing with something far stronger than human or low class demons was enticing, causing her step to quicken. The bones and rock beneath her feet were soon replaced by much smoother stone. This is where the man stopped, removed her single blindfold, finally revealing her bright ruby eyes. After a moment of adjusting to the new light, she felt the man leave her.
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Tragic didn't bother to watch him leave. He was of no concern to her now. His absence was a relief, one less burden on her shoulders. "Impressive." She whispered to her self, crossing her delicate looking arms across her chest as she studied the handy work of the new world around her. Tragic found a soft giggle bubble up as her arms dropped to her sides once more. She was eager to see what kind of chaos she could stir in this seemingly empty place.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 12:43 pm
 SMOG Smog rested in his room, his finger tips and chin stained with blood, ~...~ John dusted the halls with his feather duster that afternoon much like every other afternoon, from the mouth of the cave he heard the faint sound of crunching bones and the approch of someone, curiousity grabbed him as he headed towards the sound of boots on hard rock,
it wasn't long till he saw a women...well it had a figure of a women but looked much different, stopping in his tracks out of fear and shyness he spoke with a studdered voice, "H-hello? M-master S-s-smog is resting... C-can I help you.. miss?", he asked
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 1:02 pm
Tragic Turn
Tragic turned towards the meek voice. The sight of the young boy caused an amused grin to cross her lips. She stepped forward, placing her hands on her hips, leaning toward and taking a heavy sniff of the air around him. To her, this boy before her smelt wonderful, he was fresh, young. Something she hadn't had in quite a while as it was mostly older beings that took interest in her. Judging from the way he spoke, carried him self and the cleaning tool, Tragic could easily guess his status wasn't much higher than her own.
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"Aren't you cute." Her words were a purr, her voice holding something dark behind it along with something sweet. She leaned back, standing completely erect once more but her hands stayed put against her hips. Her eyes narrowed in the slightest towards the boy before she stepped around him, continuing to explore and touch whatever she wanted to, having no regards for any sort of rules that might be in place. She just didn't care, she always did what she pleased and it showed as she gave away no fear of what this Master could be like. "He's resting, hm?" She mused, tapping her chin with her index finger. "Where does he rest?" Her voice was filled with amusement as several thoughts crossed her mind. She had no need for sustenance, but she did want to bug him, get a feel for his personality to gauge how hard it would be to upset him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 4:56 pm
SMOG John stood silently and a bit confused by this person, she looked like the others girl's who came before but seemed more accepting to be a play thing for a monster, she sort of looked like one herself, '...master really doesn't like other beasts' , he though blushing a bit when she called him cute, turning back to a lamp he started dusting again he tried to keep his focus on it rather then the girl, "my..Master's room is down the hall, B-but its n-not a g-go-good idea to go in T-there... especially when he is resting..", he said almost whispering to her,~...~ Smog opened his eyes slowly hearing voices dift underneath his heavy steel door, he had a soft glare that penatrated the walls trying to see who or what came to visit him, the list of suspects wasn't very long, the voice, apart from The little boy's of course, was light and soft with a pinch of strength, it was either a very stupid dragon slayer or a unbroken slave sent unknowingly into the gates of hell, licking his lips he smirked and closed his snake like eyes,
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 8:08 am
Tragic Turn
It was almost funny how this boy gave away the location of his master's chambers and yet he advised against going there. Tragic turned to face him once more, lightly biting at her lower lip as she ran through a few possible ideas she could carry out. "You will quickly learn that everything I do is considered a bad idea." She came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck, purposefully pressing herself into his back. Flirting was hard wired into her, something she just couldn't help, even if she desired nothing physical from them. Her lips lightly pressed against his ear as she whispered, "You fear him. I can see why. I can feel a power in this place that is much stronger than anything I have came across. It surprises me something as fragile as you can survive here." With a soft, pity filled sigh, she released the boy and walked away.
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Tragic followed his directions, heading directly for this Master's room. She had no fear. No one had ever posed much of a threat to her. At least nothing male did. Yes, she had others rise up against her and attempt to punish her. In the end, they failed. Her body was very resilient and she had a high tolerance to pain. Tragic stood silently in front of the large doors that lead to the Master. A smirk twisted her lips, this was definitely the right door, she could feel that power emitting from behind it.
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Tragic pushed open the door, peering inside with a friendly grin across her face. "Wakey, wakey! No point in being lazy just because you think can be." Her tone was light, very playful, but her eyes held a more aggressive stare in them.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 8:31 pm
SMOG The boy could feel the women press against him and whisper dark sweet truths in his ear, he did fear the beast that roamed this home, what sane mortal human wouldn't? the only reason he lived was to be a tool for his master.. yet a trophey as well, an example of what happens when the world gives up on one soul and when a monster brings it the strength to continue on, frozen he stopped working not sure of what to do, he had never been shown emotion like this, his heart beat picked up and made it want to burst forth from his chest, John shivered a bit when she walked away and left him to go find his master, his face still a light tint of red he went to prepare the master's meal, ~...~ Smog opened his eyes just as the door opened reveiling the details of his dark room with the light that flooded in, the room was made from stone and dirty from age and fire, however below him were meay objects of gold, silver and bronze, there glowing surfaces sparkled in the light that came onto them from the hallway, laying on his back in his silk hammock just above his mound of treasure he studied his prey for a moment with a irratated glare, he picked up the smell of something like a human but a bit more different, he could also smell the many lovers on her shin especially the slave escort that dropped off his prey time from time, letting out a low growl he was frozen in his spot like a viper would be when threatened, "it is rude not to knock before entering a person's room", he hissed as he rested his arms behind his head,
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 2:11 pm
Tragic Turn
Her lips twisted into a more playful smile as she waltzed in a little further. Tragic purposefully kept some distance between the two, though, she suspected that if he really wanted to harm her, no amount of distance would be any real help. Knowing of possible danger drew her to his room in the first place. Had he been anything lesser, she would have continued to play with the young boy outside.
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Tragic's gaze fell briefly onto the treasures below him. Impressive, but not a necessity. Money and anything of value meant very little to her. Especially since she was basically housed for free. His voice, body language and expression told her things that were unsaid, it was enough to keep her here and interested for the time being. Even in the low light, her eyes glimmered, not exactly glowing but noticeable nonetheless. One hand raised, her fingers working to coil a few strands of blond hair around them while the other arm wrapped lightly around her torso. As her weight shifted to one side of her body, the low set wings against her back flared slightly before settling once more.
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"It is also rude to not greet a lady at the door, along with assigning a piss poor escort." She tilted her head slightly, lifting her chin as if to say she was better than him and deserving of much more. Which in her mind, that much was true. She believed she should be treated as a Goddess and nothing less.
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 10:37 pm
SMOG Smog chuckled lightly at Tragic's words, "what lady? all I see is a object of lowly lust" his voice was soft and comforting but his eyes showed his irratation for the female, sitting up he planted his feet on the treasure under him, he obseessed over shiny, priceless objects, something about it just influence him to have more, was it his dragon instinct that made him do this? or was it greed? it was power, wealth determains ones status much like territory in the animal kingdom, the more he obtained the more he became stronger, and oh how good it feels, more pleasing then any bodly satisfaction, displaying it to poorer beings and watching they'er eye glow with wonderment or jealousy sent a small shock of enjoyment through his body,~..~ "you are nothing, that piss poor escort is more important then you will ever be to anyone",
Standing up he approched her slowly, his movement graceful as he walked across shineing pile of riches and stopped a foot away from her, looking deep into her glimmering gaze he tried to see some sort of weakness behind them, something to toy with so he could watch her give in before he would decide to eat her or not, "I wonder, do you sleep with just anyone or do you have some ugly reason behind it?", he asked with a smirk as if he knew the reason why,
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 4:26 am
Valentra, the shy criminal, took heed to the mans words and did not dare to enter the masters chambers but wondered about the room. her eyes were covered but it didnt matter. she was blind anyways. she saw with her mind. and yet never talked. she dusted counters and other surfaces.
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 8:16 am
Tragic Turn
Tragic just shook her head as if she found everything he said funny to her. She would have taken offense to it if it wasn't true. She was an object of lust. Like many other creatures, she had no real purpose on this planet other than to make others miserable. At least that what it had always felt like to her. Even before she was reborn, nothing seemed to work out quite right for her. So, she had stopped expecting it to many years ago.
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She watched the creature walk across his collection, her body tensing slightly, but other than that there was no change in her. She realized she should probably show some sort of fear. But how can show fear when she has never felt it? As he looked into her eyes, she in turn looked into his. Her smile widened as he asked about her bedding habits. Of course there was a reason and he must of known it. Everyone that knew what she was did. Tragic didn't take too much pride and joy in it, but sleeping with others was instinct just as much as a way of life. "Why do you ask?" Her gaze trailed down his body, her nose wrinkling slightly in feigned disgust before returning to his face. "Wondering if you could get me in the sack? The answer is no." She glanced once more at the treasures. "I'd say you collect to impress, showing lack of prowess in the bed. I don't fake pleasure and won't bed with those that can't give it." She smirked back.
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 11:05 am
SMOG Smog's smirk became darker as she impossed that his manhood was somewhat lacking, "no, I'm not interested in mating anyways, I'm just curious on why you smell like a cheap whore, the scent's of so many lover's on you is just disgusting", the idea of mating didn't cross his mind till a moment ago when she walked in but what male wouldn't think that when a gorgeous women graced there room, leaning in and reaching out to her Smog caressed her cheek with his finger tips, "oh Please save me the small c**k jokes, besides I think im more then you think you can handle..", he said softly and let his hand glide down her body, "..especially for someone as experienced as yourself... I know you came streight to me because of my power", he was glad she rejected him so easily, it would keep her alive longer unless she did something really stupid and struck him,
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 7:56 am
Tragic Turn
Even though she wouldn't outwardly admit it, this creature before her was already much more interesting and probably much more deserving than any one before him. Unfortunately, Tragic wasn't interested in seeing if he could, in fact, back up his words. Though she found humor in them. Her smile barely faltered as his hand wandered over her. She couldn't clearly remember when the last time was when she grew angry or upset over someone filling her up. By this point in her life, it was normal and hardly phased her.
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Her expression became more hungry; filled with wants and desire. Something she has regularly done to lure others in. She briefly wondered if he would fall for it. There was hardly a more satisfying feeling than one she got when rejecting or denying someone in power what they want of her. "Mm, I never said you were small." She cracked a small, playful grin as she pushed her body forward, closer to his, her hands resting against his waist. "I just don't think you can work with what you have. Take it from someone who knows; size isn't everything."
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Tragic was seriously on the fence about telling him too much about her self. Especially what she needed to survive. To her, he really didn't seem to know. That much really came as a surprise to her since most others seemed to know all too much thanks to the yappy delivery men and guards back at the shops. "I smell cheap to you, but my touch and skill are unmatched. If I was to take this up as a job and wriggle free of slavery, I would be as high classed as a whore could get." Being referred to as such didn't bother her. Never had. Maybe because it was true, to an extent. If he knew the reason why, maybe he wouldn't think of her as that. Tragic doubted it, and didn't care much either way.
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 5:01 pm
SMOG Raising a brow he looked down at Tragic's hands on his hips and wondered for a bit of what she was, she wasn't human.. so why was he drawn to her? it was strange to him but then it struck him slowly and made sense, her appearence and smell should have warned him but he thought it was the way human's dressed now, she was a beast that hungered for men, who waited for them to drain there power and life with desire and passion, a succubus, a slow smirk spread across his lips as he looked back into her eyes, her wanting expression calling for him made him almost chuckle, leaning in closer to her ear he whispered, "you'll never get a taste of my power, beside I would like to see what happens to a women like yourself when she's starved", wrestling from her Smog chuckled lightly as he headed to the kitchen,
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 12:39 pm
Tragic TurnA heart attack is sleeping in your chest, waiting until the timing's best
So make a move, while you're still breathing
Say so long to innocence
From underneath the evidence
You taste like Heaven, but God knows you're built for sin
Tragic's eyes narrowed as he pulled away, threatening to starve her of what she needed. A small flame seemed to light up under her skin. Her anger barely flaring. Instead of letting it consume her and thinking too much on the fact that he rejected her; a first in her book, Tragic brushed it off and followed behind him. "You might possess what it take to fight me off, but what about that slave boy? Humans are much more susceptible to bodily desires." She had stayed with Smog long enough just to tell him that.
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Tragic tore her self from this Master's side and sought out the boy she had come across earlier. If she had to, she wasn't above using the boy for what she needed and when she needed it. After all, Tragic was made in sin and certainly wasn't afraid to live in it. She was unsure if any bond between the two existed, but if one did, it would make things much more bearable for her.
There's a lie, for every truth, If you take these pills, I think you just might make it
Dammit I hope you make it
When you were mine, was I for you, Just one cheap thrill just to help you make it
Dammit I hope you didn't fake it
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