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 Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 7:44 pm
Drake Manor is the estate which has been owned by the Drake family going back centuries. The house is large but not a mansion. It has three floors, and a full basment. Mostly housing the manor staff.
The First floor has a large stair case as you walk through the front door leading to the second level. To the left of the front door is the main parlor. Used for entertaing guests mostly.
To the right is the dinning hall. All the furniture is made of dark cherry and mahogany wood. there are many paintings around the hall of the Drake family.
Behind the stair case is the entrance to the basment and the sevent room.
The second floor has 12 bedrooms, 6 of which have on-suite bathrooms. In addition there are two bathrooms in the hall. The six rooms to the left of the stairs and six to the right.
There is a door at the top of the stairs that leads to the third level. That whole floor is Morgan's. No one is ever alowed to go there unless asked to. It is locked and only he and his house staff manager have a key.
The rooms on the second levle are all decorated in a theme color. One room for each of the six colors of the rainbow, with the exeption of two blue rooms. In addition there is a black room and white room a gray room and brown room. Morgan had the rooms redone when he took ownership of the place.
The House has a beautiful garden maze out back and a fountain pool close to the house.
It is an old house but it has been well looked after.
Master Morgan Gregory Drake extends his hospotality and hopes that you enjoy your stay.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 8:26 pm
Morgan sat in the carige with his two new slaves. Mathew sitting accros from him and tippy on the floor still. Morgan watched tippy for a while before he made up his mind to speak.
"Tippy, come. Sit up here with me." Morgan patted the space next to him.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 8:28 pm
Mathew's ears perked up as he started to hear something different in the background. He then started howling uncontrollably.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 8:30 pm
Morgan turned his attenching from tippy when Mathew started to howle.
He frowned, "what is it?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 8:32 pm
He remembered he could stop being a wolf and took normal form. "There was a wretched sound and it hurt my ears really bad... Have you oiled your wheels lately?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 8:35 pm
Tippy nearly jumped at the sound of his new Master's voice. He was already near to worrying his lip straight through when the Master led such a large dog in. He had heard of some slaves being used in hunts for a Master's fun and his heart was already palpitating wondering if that large dog would be hunting him down in a short while and sinking it's teeth into his flesh...
Getting up clumsily, not used to the sway of the carriage, Tippy gave the dog as large a distance as he could and perched himself on the very edge of the seat. He had never been asked to take a seat before... maybe it was just because of the lack of other accommodations in the carrage... He dared not sit all the way back less a jolt in the road would make his back touch something. The whip tracks still ran hot on his back, barely scabbed over, and much jostling was surely going to make them open again and he really really didn't want to get blood on anything and ruin it...
((darn my slow posting! *shakes fist* D; ))
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 8:35 pm
Morgan laughed, "that would be a question for my driver. But knowing him, I'm guessing not." Morgan shook his head, Mathew would prove to be an endless source of entertainment. He like his slaves to have a sence of humor. he like them to be able to hold a conversation as well. Yes mathew would prove to be good.
Tippy, though unsure of himself, was just what Morgan need right now, a slave to care for. To bring out of his shell.
He turned his attenching back to Mathew, "Do you have a favorite color Mathew?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 8:38 pm
As Morgan waited for Mathew's response he noticed that Tippy did not sit all the way back in his seat. He looked behind him and noticed the whip marks on his back. Morgan frowned again. 'God damn bastards' he thought to himself. He would have to get those wound taken care of when they got to the manor.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 8:41 pm
"I really have none... Most the time I an color-blind."He looked at Tippy and sensed fear in him. " Are you okay Tippy?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 8:43 pm
Morgan was secretly glad that Mathew spoke to tippy, he was worried about the young man's fear. He waited to see it tippy would respond before continuing his questioning of the two.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 8:46 pm
Oh no! It talked to him! Tippy instantly sat straighter. T-The dog who could turn himself into a man actually spoke to him... He had no clue if he should answer or not. Was he supposed to answer? He held onto the tatty hem of his shirt tighter while transfixing his eyes onto a very very interesting piece of dirt on the bottom of the cab. Oh, yes. It was very interesting he must keep staring at it... Maybe... Maybe no one would notice he didn't say anything...
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 8:53 pm
Morgan was saddened that tippy seemed to become even more upset by Mathew speaking to him.
Morgan placed his hand on tippy's leg in a motion to comfort him. He leaned in and pulled a piece of hair behind his ear and placed a gentle kiss to his temple, and wispered to him, "it's okay you don't need to be afraid now. No one is going to hurt you anymore."
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 9:01 pm
Tippy froze at the touches, utterly confused. He had been touched but not stricken? The Master even put his lips to him... Aren't... Aren't all slaves dirty? His shoulders slouched down as they were before. He was getting unsure of himself...
"...T-" 'tippy doesn't want to get eaten!' was what he yearned to say but knew he shouldn't. "...T-tippy is-is okay." he managed to stutter out, eyes still on the small speck of dirt.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 9:06 pm
Morgan squeezed tippy's leg where he had his hand on him in reasurance. It was obvious that tippy had never been treated they way he treated slaves. The were property yes but to Morgan they were more. They were his companions. The only ones he trusted with his secrets.
That is why the last slaves betrayal was so hard for him to deal with. He had given him everything, and yet his companion, his secret keeper, had let another in the house touch him.
That was one thing that slaves were forbiden to do. Morgan alowed then to form friendships, but they were never to let another other than himself touch them in anything that was not a friendly action.
He turned to address tippy again, "how about you. Got a favorite color?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 9:12 pm
"T-tippy....d-doesn't know the names of all the colours it can see..." He admitted, nipping at his own lip again in anxiety.
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