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 Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 10:41 am
Name: Xaki Owned Male slave..
Age: Nineteen is what he appears to be, yet his real age is somewhere around nineteen hundred.
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire Neko..
Sexuality:Bisexual
Xaki stands at about Six foot two, and can be characterized as slim or slender, due to his high metabolism. He can usually be found dressed in allblack, or just in colors like red, grey, and sometimeds even white. At times he wears a long trench coat that fist tightly, yet loosely at the same time. To portray himself as a vampire, he wears a singe silver cross around his neck to represent his bloodline. At other times, Xaki can be found wearing eyeliner, and eyeshadow, to give the appearance of him being one of the 'living dead'. On his back, there is a pair of wings, much like a bat's, with the wingspan around twenty feet.
Personality: Xaki's the quiet type only speaking a few words. The only time that he may speak, is whenever he is feeling very rebellious, or disobedient, which seems to happen often He has yet to be broken, due to his rebellious side, and has suffered from is several times. Luckily, he has a high pain tolerance level. He can be the devious type, and maybe even try to attack to kill his masters or mistresses from lacking their trust.
Disobedience/Submissiveness level: When he is tired out completely he may becom the slighteset bit submissive. He is very disobediant.
Type of Master/Mistress you are looking for: Well, lets see, a master or mistress that has no boundaries, and isn't afraid to get 'dirty' so to speak
Master or Mistress?: Both maybe.
Biography:His father was a vampire, the stereotype of his kind. He loved to kill, destroy, and create chaos.. His brother had been slain by a group of humans.. And in revenge, he destroyed their village, and defiled the young women, and murdered them. Unknown to him, a few survived, and Xaki was born as a result. His mother died of a fatal disease, usually linked to demons, when Xaki was twelve. He was taken in by a young woman, and she soon became his best, and only friend. She took care of him for two years, raising him as her own. But at the age of sixteen, she had become in debt, and gave the fourteen year old vampire in exchange for her life. Xaki was crushed, and has since vowed to never be used in such a manner again...
Owned?: Vince Valentine .
Current Slave status..
OWNED..
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 4:42 pm
Vince is interested. PM me if you are as well.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 9:24 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 9:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 10:02 pm
Indeed. I swoon at your character development and the obvious amount of thought you've put into it as well as your use of the english language unlike so many that ignore it. I don't know whether to colar you properily and possibly fight other masters over you or simply drag you away and have my evil way(s) with you.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 10:07 pm
A tough decision perhaps? Either way, I should be lurking around in the forums despite my exhaustion, before that clock tower chimes again.. Evil ways you say? That's interesting.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 10:12 pm
Ah, the joys of random poetry..
:::
The cape, entranced, a bite of romance outside the walls with bludgeoned halls,
night heralds the glen. Its legions of victims from the village knitted below the ridge
quell with the life force necessary for the course of continuing hereafter.
Echoes of laughter rise from below; mortal men do bestow.
:::
But soon they will weep, tho' I will wait until they sleep before I take flight through the moonlit night
to claim my chosen mate. Through the chasm of the village gate
beyond the bluffs and crags and past derelicts decked in rags
up into a window loft will go this gypsy moth to a maiden fair who lies sleeping under moon ray.
:::
The exposed teasing flesh of her linear throat meshed in the moonlight is only a highlight,
denoting the perfection of my to-be beloved one. For what seems to be hours it is I now subdued by her powers
as I survey this perfect fleshen sculpture, pillowed in her human den, warm, soft, radiant, hand without a ring - mine, and only mine for the taking.
:::
Her coven sleeps within these walls, my presence unknown to all
that lay locked in silly dreams. Thus so, it should now seem
that the flawless wench beneath me could be easily taken to see
an endless night of secret things, a romance surpassing human beings'.
:::
I bend to touch skin so warm, that familiar hunger suddenly born,
a surge, racing through my hull - first hitting heartless breast, then anchoring in my skull.
:::
Instinct wanes and with one deft movement she stirs beneath the piercing force, her scent
mingling with mine as I draw her life into me. Slowly she entwines her hands like a lea
around my neck, caressing, encouraging, welcoming me. I pull back, view her, then lean
again into her, giving her back more than the life for I had taken an everlasting dream less the strife of mortals.
:::
Hand in hand we take flight through flapping curtains outlining shadows of the night,
out of the village, past the ridge to the tower silhouetted against a moonlit sky where
me and my requited love will dance a dance of endless romance.
:::
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