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 Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 1:15 pm
 High in the mountains of a land that humans have never traveled is a castle built by creatures and demons from the deepest places on earth. Centuries it has stood piercing the sky and becoming a home to the animals and mythical beasts of old. It was during one of these centuries that the family holding the great castle lost it in a huge battle with demon who had worked his way into their confidence. After slaughtering all nobles who could make a claim to the powerful structure he made it home, a sort of penance for the things this family had done to his own family nearly a millennia ago.
The road leading to this castle is dangerous one, not only filled with wolves and other powerful animals but also the things of nightmares that prey on any not properly equipped for the perilous journey. To think that the castle itself is a haven from such creatures would be foolish, much like the former owners the current owner allows the beasts around to dwell inside. Curiosity has been the end of more than one foolish guest who opened a door and was never scene or heard of again.
Though beautiful this castle can with stand an attack and the towers to this day hold beings that have in one way or another displeased the current lord. Please politely ignore their screams.
Now enjoy your stay and Lindel Castle, the view is breath taking and the food delicious and the woman are utterly blissful. Just be wise and watch your step, travel no hallways which you do not know and open no doors which you have not scene. And remember first and foremost.
If you are lost you'll never be found.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 3:20 pm
She’d held no fear for the hallowed walls from the moment her violet eyes fell upon the demonic structure, painted upon the scene of a red sunset, it set the theme for her predicament perfectly. Daena was left to herself that first day, the precious slave ring adorned her wedding finger, the cat bells were removed from her wrists and she was thankful for that at least, with monsters inhabiting the castle she did not wish to jingle with every step. The ring was gorgeous, carved from a diamond it fit her finger perfectly and while modest, was at the same time utterly breathtaking. Alas, its binding power was maddening, she’d sat for some time upon a stone balcony looking out over the clouded lands while her hand clenched at her side. A Summoner was nothing without their powers, she felt the need to call her beasts to her aid, but knew it would do no good. Instead, she had found companionship in another creature.
On first glance she was afraid, the ragged grey wolf snarled and growled at her approach, but as she lifted her slender hand, it calmed and fell docile at her feet and Daena dropped to her knees to pet the creature. She gave it no name, though it followed her to the balcony and sat protectively at her side, it didn’t surprise her really, the Romanian girl had a strange relation with wolves, Daciana, her middle name was Romanian for wolf and she believed that was where it stemmed from.
She sighed distantly and began to stroke the matted fur of the beast. The night was growing cold and her breath fell from her lips in puffs of clouds. She dressed appropriately for both her status and the weather entirely in black, a thigh length skirt with thickly woven stockings, a top with tight sleeves to her elbows and a stylish jacket with long sleeves with a length to her ribs, topped off by a pair of laced knee high boots with a slight heel.
It was a grim sight to see the white haired girl sitting so quietly in the cold, rather than taking refuge within the stone walls of the castle, but she preferred it out there and secretly hoped that Daemon would find himself busy with Luna rather than seeking her out. The girl had slid her ring on and Daena had said nothing to her, she didn’t seek allegiances nor a weapon to be used against her. A Summoners’ life was a lonely one she didn’t require company…she didn’t even want a friend.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 8:18 pm
Luna wandered slowly throughout the grand halls, attempting vainly to hide her gaping expressions. The castle was several times larger than her old home, and the dark, yet beautiful, decor far out shined that of the Maeko mansion. Luna tried to keep in mind that this place was now her prison, of which she was now a servant instead of the heiress and wife of some aristocrat that she was intended to be. 'All because of love..' she frowned.
The young slave stopped at a particular work, mesmerized. It displayed two creatures reaching for each other, but never touching. That was almost how Luna felt. She sympathized with the two creatures, frozen so close together yet kept apart by mere inches, only due to the whim of the artist. Luna sighed. She felt a sense of loneliness and the vastness of her new 'home' only deepened that void. She wanted someone to talk to, to love, and to be equal to. Regardless if she knew she was a slave and would most likely never escape it, ...she still wasn't used to being a subordinate. She also wasn't used to be heartbroken.
(( ~_~ I've no idea where my creativeness has walked off to tonight...))
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 1:55 pm
"That is the story of Idela and Carmoe, two lovers that never made love." Daemon said coming up behind Luna, his foot falls very soft for a man of his size but they were audible none-the-less. "Its starts off with her being forced into marriage with a jealous and malicious demon, you know the kind that are basically children and whine if they don't get while they want. Think spoiled prince. Anyway she didn't care for him in the least and Carmoe was knight in the guard, not a particularly good knight nor a bad one he was just a normal guy. That’s why the story is so powerful, neither of them are hero's. They’re just two people in love." He said not looking to Luna but still at the work of art, one that he acquired when he'd taken over the castle and had decided to keep it, like many other works in the massive place.
"They tried to escape, not wasting time with ******** in a closest or anything like that but still they were caught by the rest of the knights in the castle. They were stopped at a thin stone bridge which was the only way into the castle. Blocked at both ends they were shot down on the order of the jealous demon, each reaching for the other as the died, the life fading from their eyes...Heartbreaking neh?" He didn't particularly ask, it was more a statement in the form of the question. For all who looked at that work got that feeling even without knowing the story. Who ever had made the work was very skilled, Daemon found it unfortunate that he'd never gotten that information from the former residents.
"Follow me though. You both have had enough time to wonder, now's time to get to work." He turned and walked down the hallway, expecting Luna to follow for if she didn't it would be a very painful experience of the ring taking effect.
Daemon didn't have to look for Daena, he just new were she was. The castle was like that, almost alive but not quite, telling it master nearly everything going on the place. All Daemon had to do was ask it.
"She usually isn't so kind, being the alpha she has to keep up a tough exterior." Daemon said coming to the balcony and referring to the grey wolf. "Unlike you that is. You’re a slave now, the sooner you except that and stop dreaming of a life different than that the sooner you'll be able to leave a decent life. Slaves can be happy you know." He said knowing that for her and Luna these words would mean nothing and that he'd have to break them both. The point of bringing them together was to see the other suffer, they didn’t want to be friends or get close to one another, but he was going to make sure they did.
"Come to the dungeon though, we got work to do."
[[I'll leave it up to you two to decide what the dungeon is like. Just so that we all kinda have an input to what the setting of this place is.]]
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 3:46 pm
Daena rose without a word, her heels clicking upon the stone floor. The wolf perked her worn ears and made a soft whine as she stood to her feet and stretched, there was a moment in which the young Summoner dropped her hand to grace the top of the wolfs head, an act of tenderness towards the wise and loyal creature. Yet she didn’t look at her, rather her eyes drew towards Daemon, those bright violet eyes seemed darker than usual, not necessarily angry – but there was contempt written in them.
The Wolf made another whine and wandered to her side, brushing up against her thigh in a silent plea for her to stay, still Daena refused to look into the animals eyes, instead she scratched her behind the ear and tilted her head towards the balcony doors. The wolf almost nodded and wandered past the other two, a vicious snarl in either of their directions before it trotted off down the hall towards Daena’s room where it would wait for her return.
“You need not lecture me on this unfortunate predicament,” her accent was rather weak, especially for one coming from such a country as Romania, with accentuated “S’s” and a slight roll in her “R’s” it was otherwise perfect English if not rather exotic and unbeknownst to her – rather sexual. “I have heard it many times before and despite what you may think I am capable of grasping such a simple concept as slavery. After all, I am…was in service of a temple,” Despite the subtle sarcasm she covered her emotion with dialogue, choosing her words carefully as she approached her new Master, her ringed hand falling limp at her side.
The girl stood in stark contrast to everything around her, her entire black outfit grew even darker in the face of her porcelain flesh and varied lengths of snow white hair, her bright eyes lowered – almost obediently as she stalked past him and wandered into the hallway. There was a challenge to be met, for both of them, she was smarter than the average disobedient slave. Gears worked silently behind her eyes and her mouth moved only when needed, she chose her battles well and endeavored to win as many as she could, even if it meant she had to bend to his or anyone’s will – she’d win the war in the end. She had to…
A soft sigh fell from her pale pink lips as the young woman tossed her hair and continued down the hall, ahead of the pair in an attempt to distance herself. She wanted to get whatever he had in mind over and done with, before her resolve threatened to waver.
The Dungeon was not exactly what she had expected, it’s great ceilings and stone walls gave it the same dreaded feeling as the rest of the castle, despite the rather decadent trimmings, velvet curtains mixed with steel manacles and leather whips next to satin sheets, it was a strange place and one she was already growing uncomfortable in. Her eyes locked upon those whips, transfixed by their cruel forms. There was much pain trapped within them, she could feel it in her bones and by the time she finally broke her eyes of their spell it was too late, the pain had reached her heart and the girl choked back a sob, her hand flew to press to her mouth and she inhaled sharply just as the pair joined her at the foot of the staircase. She looked over her shoulder at Daemon, a quick stare before she moved away, feigning an interest to inspect the dwellings while in truth she struggled to catch her breath. The price of having such a strong spiritual connection to death, she was often empathetic to it, perhaps a little too much.
Daena loitered silently on the outskirts, she could see by the materials before her that there was much training to be done here and with a foreboding sigh she realized…this was one of the battles she was bound to lose.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 11:24 am
Luna prickled at Daemon's entering voice, but listened to the lord tell the tale of the painting with interest. Sadly, it reminded her somewhat of her own story, and she struggled to remain calm; the young slave refused to show weakness to the beast who owned her. Luna made no visible reaction towards the story, except the slow placement of her ring hand over her stomach, which could be interpreted several ways. Once Daemon finished, he instructed that it was time for the work to begin, and he strode off. Out of reasons of stubbornness and a lingering interest in the artwork, Luna stayed longer than she should have, for once her master's form was out of view, the ring began to work a fraction of its magic. The young slave felt a tingling where the ring lay and attempted to shake it off, but once the pain intensified to a shocking motion up and down her arm, it was then that Luna took off running after her master. She caught up just as soon as Daemon found Daena. Luna grit her teeth, mentally growling at her lord for those blasted rings. Daemon spoke to them that acceptance of their situation could bring about a certain happiness, and at that Luna scoffed. 'How could I ever be happy as a slave, especially as one of yours..,' she thought.
She said nothing as they entered the dungeon, but cringed at the sight of whips and other devices that were known for "slave breaking". Sure, Luna knew she was defiant, but she had every right to be. She wasn't born a slave, and up until a week ago the thought of her as a slave was as ludicrous as the thought of her master having a heart. Luna was not used to pain, seeing as how she was rarely disciplined and received things on a whim. The image of Daemon using a whip on her, which Luna wouldn't put it past the demon, angered and frightened the young slave. Biting her lip, Luna tried to keep her emotions to herself, but it seemed that the tiniest of whimpers managed to escape her.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 7:01 pm
"One thing I always liked about being a demon." He said taking time with his words, letting each one stick as he let them wander the room which for many was a torture in itself. The wondering of what was going to be down with you while some person thought of the most effective way to torture you was a torture all its own. "That my blood can heal without leaving scars, so even if I say drew a dagger across the both your breasts with a small line of my blood the skin would look just as it had before the blade ever grazed it. Of course the down side of it is the huge amounts of pain that go along with that sort of healing but for one such as me it really is beneficial." He said smiling as he thought of all those who'd resided in these chains and silk garbs. Of all those he'd broken who now obeyed better than the most well trained dog.
"Luna, come here." He said looking over to Daena as the words passed his lips, he noticed how she reacted when she came in and it was a greater reaction than most who entered the place. Though the ring had been able to suppress her ability to summon, the ability to empathize so greatly with the dead had obviously not been diminished. That is where Luna came in, for though summoners worked alone they were ultimately driven to their goal to help others, to see someone else suffer in front of her was just as good as actually torturing Daena herself.
Luna though the same way had not taken in much pain in her life and he could use that to greater the effect of her suffering, metal torture was just as important if not more so than the physical.
Reaching to a chain hanging from the low ceiling Daemon grabbed the slaves wrist roughing and clamping them into the shackles. The chain was on a pulley though for now it seemed at the perfect height. Taking her by the waist Daemon pulled Luna backwards, causing her to bend forward in order to stand up. When she was at an angle that was well past 45 and closer to 90 degree's, Daemon shackled her ankles to the floor which gave little to no movement. A wave of his hand tightened the chains even further and ensured that even if she passed out or was left to sleep the slave would only hang there.
The result of the shackling was Luna bent over in a more than appealing manner, her a** sticking out as her arms were forced above her head which pushed her breasts out and invited anyone lucky enough to be witnessing the sight to do more than just sit and look at Luna.
"Tell me Daena, which would you rather beat her with, a whip or paddle?" Yes he was going to make Daena torture Luna and if she refused well than he'd do it and the girl would experience even more pain than simple whipping or paddling. His eyes told this but he wanted to make sure the point got across. "If you don't beat her with your full strength or refuse to at all I'll use the knives, that is something you really don't want me to do it her. For then her screams would never let you get a single ounce of sleep from this day forth." Giving a weapon to a slave under such rings as his was no danger, especially when the weapons were nonlethal. This was just all part of breaking them.
[[Sorry Ladies been busy, I do hope though you enjoy my sick and twisted mind twisted ]]
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 8:40 pm
Luna would definitely rather be dead. As she was chained down and positioned in her currently grotesque angle, Luna wished for nothing more than to bite Daemon or harm him in any way. Any tiny bit of pain dealt towards her lord would suffice her growing distaste for him. She couldn't believe the nerve he held, torturing her for the fun of it! 'How dare he..,' she mentally growled, her breeding arousing within her, and her state of mind reverting slightly back to the purebred it once was.
"You punish me for no reason? I've done nothing!" she snarled at him, her eyes glaring a hatred that intensified each moment. She struggled in her chains, mostly for the ventilation of her anger, and shown the fire that she held and could foolishly bring forth at any given moment. 'Damn demon! I would rather be in a harem or even a servant of my father's than be his plaything!' she vented, finally allowing for all of her hidden frustration over the last events to run their course.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 1:48 pm
Daena stared off into the distance as Daemon stringed Luna up as if she were a rag doll, bile rose in the back of her throat when she heard his words and she realised what he wanted her to do. Slowly, her hand reached forwards, fingers curled slightly she tickled the fine leather handle of the nearest whip and certainly one of the least menacing. It had only one length to it and no spikes, the braided leather was fine which meant it would sting more than bruise and that at least went away.
She turned to the angry woman and avoid eye contact as she passed her, her free hand dropping down to quickly caress her jaw line, cupping it with a tenderness that was most likely never shown before in this cruel place. Daena stood behind her, staring into Daemon’s eyes with naught a hint of emotion. She lifted the whip and without hesitation she cracked it down upon Luna’s back, one, twice, thrice. Her flesh split and the scent of blood filled the air, Daena trapped her emotions deep within as she hurled the whip down upon her, fortunately Daena was not very strong and for the most part the wounds were superficial, unfortunately their sting wasn’t. The cracks came to a sudden halt, sweat glistened her brow as she let the whip coil upon the floor and fall from her hand, she turned to Daemon and stalked slowly towards him, her heels clicking upon the stone floor as her hand graced along a nearby table and lifted a sharp dagger, she held it up between them and quirked her brow ever so slightly.
“May I do the honors?” she whispered as she twirled the blade deftly between her fingers with admirable skill before glancing over her shoulder to Luna and the blood drizzling across her flesh. She wanted her to be healed and the pain over and done with as quickly as possible. But as she stared up at the demon, something glistened in her violet eyes, perhaps this young summoner was not as holy as she seemed, for there was a glimmer of sadism within those otherwise innocent orbs. After all, those who lived in solitary with nothing but scriptures were easily corrupted by others intents.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 7:15 am
[[Ladies I am very sorry but I'm going to have end this puppy before it even really gets started. As you can tell I am not on that often and having an actual form RP is just becoming to stressful. If you wish you can PM and we'll see if we can somehow work out 1on1 RP in Pms but even then unless your willing to wait a long time for reply's it has little chance of workng out. So very sorry, I tell you if it were possible I would keep this going as long as possible.]]
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