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Post by Khallayne on Oct 1, 2006 12:22:44 GMT -4
Slowly eternally golden eyes opened as he heard the strange sounds around him. His focus didn’t come right away, however, so it was clear that whatever they had done, they had sedated him in some way or form. Instead, his head merely turned from one end to the other, watching with his sense of hearing, tracking down whatever sound that he could find. He heard the voices of people, silent sobs in the background, the sound of someone pounding upon something, yelling to be let out, begging for freedom. He didn't understand anything, so, instead of asking any questions, he slowed forced his other senses to come to life. It was only then that he felt something cold against his bare back, which made him wonder where he could possibly be. It didn't feel like the stone walls in which he lived, or the coldness of the floor… It was cold, yes, but not in the rock cold of a winter night. Instead, he was resting upon something so very smooth, and it seemed to take the contour of his shoulders, almost pushing him inward. It felt like… Glass.
Swiftly he sat forward, his arms pushing him away from the wall as he forced his gaze into focus, looking behind him. But, he didn't see a wall, he saw through the glass at the wall that was behind him. He clenched his fingers faintly, wondering where he could possibly be, and what they had done with his clothing! He wanted his armor back! But the sound of chains caught his attention as he fidgeted faintly. This was a sound that he never wanted to hear, a sound that he feared to hear. Slowly his eyes dropped, following along his lean skin down to his wrists, where he noticed shackles… and chains. Without wasting a moment, he gave a swift tug upon the chain, listening to the sound of it strain, but it wouldn’t' break. And within the next moment, he realized what was wrong. He couldn't shift. He was a prisoner, but a prisoner of where?
He brought himself to his feet, looking down at the blank pants upon which he was wearing. They seemed alien to him, they weren't his clothes at all, but he didn't think about it as he allowed his eyes to roam around the place. He could finally see the images of the sounds that he had been hearing. He saw the people, richer people, walking around the place, looking at people, in other tubes, such as himself, talking to venders? What could those men be selling in a place such as this? But it didn't take him long as he focused his attention upon the other tubes, seeing the people within, males and females. Some were pleading with their lives for release, others didn't seem to mind… He noticed the ones who were sobbing, for there were children too. And, when he saw a 'vender' finally open up the glass cage and place a chain upon the collar of a child's neck and give it to a woman, he knew exactly where he was… A slave market.
His hand went swiftly to his throat as he tried to claw at the chain, but when his nails came away red, awareness flowed through him. He seriously couldn't shift at all… Allowing a swift punch to make contact with the glass, he glared outward, glaring at a merchant that was walking his way, holding up a clip board. He wanted to strangle him, to tear him into hundreds of pieces, but most of all, he wanted to get out of here. He was no slave! Once more his fist made contact with the glass, startling the man doing his work. But the shifter had already noticed the wounds upon the man's face, the black eye beneath the makeup cover. He noticed the way in which the man favored his arm, the limp that he had in his leg. And the man just knew that he had been the cause of the wounds. That he had kicked up quite the fight. He knew that was why the other was wary of him, afraid that he would break out. And by the gods above, he would most certainly do that.
With nervous eyes, the merchant looked at man in the cage, smirking his victory. But fear radiated off of him, and it wasn't hidden to the shifter. "You will be sold soon enough. And gain us such the pretty penny you will! People will be allured by you, and your fiery nature." The man spoke softly, only startling backwards as he saw the man smash his fist into the glass once more. He was eternally grateful for the strength absorbers within the shackles, making sure that he couldn't transform, or break the glass.
"And I'll not be someone's slave." The cold voice of the man retorted, his eyes daggers of death.
"You won't be a slave, but a pet." The other laughed cruelly, jumping back once more as the glass threatened to shatter under the impact of his fist once more. Silently he scribbled something upon the sheet with the man's information.
… Highly Dangerous…
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Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Oct 1, 2006 12:26:46 GMT -4
He’d been there for days, locked up tight, a leather muzzle on his pale face, letting the observer see only the bright orange eyes that seemed to make most of the passer-bys shudder faintly, or, that’s what he could see from where he sat like a statue in his tube. A prison. Actually, he’d only been in the public eye since that morning, but the slavers had had him locked up for who knew how long; deliberately starving him, jeering when they passed by, but he’d not said a word. More like, the muzzle had inhibited speech, but he had merely watched them with eyes that said everything: He would kill them given the chance. Although, it was not that look that he gave the buyers, oh no… It was one of fierce hunger, of a starved predator watching prey that it could not reach. Of course, if any had been curious enough to somewhat ignore him and look at his clipboard, well, they couldn’t have been too surprised to find that he was a Vampire, but whatever else was on there must not have been to their liking. Who would wish to own a potentially highly dangerous servant?
He was lean, to say the least, but he was also in pain, not that he’d let that show. No, never a weakness. He was too stubborn to let someone know that he was vulnerable, that he was at someone else’s mercy. It wasn’t exactly physical, but neither was it mental. It was simply a driving force that gradually chipped away at a person, making them feel as though they were aflame until they were sated. It was to the point that he could not feel the coolness of the glass against the bare skin of his back, or the cold metal shackles that bound him wrist to wrist. The shackles themselves were linked to a collar on his neck, then to his wrists, then to his feet, only to be attached to the floor. Apparently, someone decided that they were going to have fun and deck him out in the latest styles in metal chains.
As he sat there, a vendor approached him, frowning. The Vampire would not become an asset like that! How were they supposed to turn a profit if the miserable piece of flesh and bones just sat there all day?! No… it would not do, but he knew better than to open the clear cage. Nope, there were other idiots for that, if they wished to get mauled by something or other. Instead, the man gazed imperiously at the prisoner, not even receiving a returning glance, and that look turned into a glare all too soon. They had had to wait before putting him on the market, and now the wretch won’t even stand! The man reached out to grab the clipboard that hung on the Vampire’s cage, muttering. “Izailen, is it? Heh, don’t get used to hearing that too often, if at all. Most of our clients prefer to use numbers.” The vender said coldly, sneering. “Much easier to keep track of their property that way, you see.”
“Do I look like an item to you?” The Vampire replied, his voice a mere hiss, further muffled by the muzzle on his face. It was more a comment to himself, than anything, but he received a simple smirk before the vendor walked on. Inwardly, though he was both furious with himself for allowing himself to be captured, and most certainly not looking forward to seeing with whom he would supposedly be forced to live with. Not that he would comply.
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Oh… now isn’t that something… A woman thought as she watched the interaction between vender and slave with deep blue eyes. Safe to say, the latter was most certainly appealing. How often did one see such viciousness in someone who was soon to be sold into a living hell? Of course, that’s what she heard her pets whisper when they thought that she wasn’t near, or couldn’t hear them. Little did they know… Though… they were either broken by this point, or worse. The woman smiled sweetly at the thought, pushing a loch of wavy black hair that had escaped her braid behind an ear with a seemingly delicate hand. Many people had asked her what she was thinking, what she could possibly want in a slave market. It was a place for those who had the capacity of being commanding, not a place where the innocent roamed. Of course, she would merely reply with a slight shrug and a smile, but they needn’t know what thoughts ran through her head, did they? However, being garbed in a pale green sundress, plain as it was, seemed to tell people that she could neither afford anything there, and that she knew not what she was doing.
She approached the vender as he wrote something on the slave’s clipboard, ignoring the man as she stared intently at the one within the glass tube. Oh, he was intriguing, to say the least! She would definitely have fun with that one. Her eyes gleamed as she thought of what one could do to test the limits of a person’s spirit, of what would break them so utterly that they would be helpless if they were to be set free. That, or simply not believe that freedom is but a few steps away. Either way, her boredom would be no longer. “I hope you weren’t planning on walking away just yet.” She said to the vender. “How much for him?” She finally asked, indicating the shifter.
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Post by Khallayne on Oct 1, 2006 12:29:51 GMT -4
Forever slave shopping had been her main attraction, her main center of amusement, or so many people thought when they saw the blond haired young woman walking around the market. Oh, she always looked, she never bought anything. Innocent to all who noticed, a bright friendly smile to all who looked her way. How wonderful it was to actually be able to walk around, enjoying every moment, every single thought. But little did they know that beyond the unnaturally straightened sun kissed blond hair, and friendly hazel eyes, a darker side slumbered deep within. But, too many people judged by appearances in this day and age, so, the young girl could continue to smile, continue to walk around with all the ease in the world, unafraid of anything that anyone could throw at her. Though, she couldn't help but admit that the sounds of the slave market had always lured her.
Faintly her eyes danced from one caged being to the next, a faint look of sorrow upon her face as she looked at each of them, making sure to not hesitate for long. But her gaze could catch much despite the fact that she wasn't hesitating. Her gaze was always attentive, and none of these beings gave her the faintest bit of curiosity. They were all the same, crying, weeping, showing off, yelling, or afraid. There was no spark within that she enjoyed, no deep mystery, no desires of utter freedom. They didn't have the spite to live in a world without that freedom. They weren't strong enough for her liking. But the voices continued to catch her attention as she allowed her eyes to run along their numbers that were written upon the collars. She noticed many, many numbers, so many C's and D's… But none of those proved to her enjoyment. There were a few B's, but those only meant hazardous. The ones that she desired were very rare indeed. Very few A's had ever been seen, for they didn't survive being caught. Pity. It would seem that she would have to catch the A's herself.
But, it was as she walked through the ranks, looking from one slave to the next that she heard a voice, turning her head faintly. She noticed the muzzled man, and a smile crossed her lips as she flipped her purse to her other arm and walked towards the cage, staring at him curiously, silently peering every now and then at the chart. "What a beauty…" She whispered softly, approaching the glass and placing her hand upon it, spreading her fingers faintly as she stared into his eyes. How wonderful indeed! A rare eye color, and an A specimen at that! She held her breath, but it didn't seem to bother her as she bit her lower lip faintly, a smirk crossing the female's face. She had to have him. She could only watch the vampire with her light brown eyes, staring into his gaze, a flicker of red passing through the hazel before she turned around suddenly, staring at the vendor that had walked away, and whistled to get his attention. "Please, how much for this one?" She inquired, her eyes alight with excitement. She had found him, a new member to her collection.
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The shapeshifter felt a gaze upon him as he turned his head and glared fiercely at the girl that dared to approach his cage, a sneer upon his lips as he watched her get closer. Silently he smashed his hand into the glass once more, feeling electric shocks rushing through his body as it contained his power, numbing his strength. The black haired woman's smile sickened him, but he couldn't help but feel a rather harsh sinking feeling in his stomach. He was in trouble. He knew that, without having to hear anyone say it to him. He knew that he was in great trouble, merely standing in her presence it seemed. But what was he to do? There was no place that he could sneak away. No place to hide. And no means of fighting, so, instead, he merely had to glare at her with his eyes, watching her get nearer and nearer as he kept shooting daggers.
As she approached the vender a snarl raced out of his throat, showing the wildness within as he hissed through clenched teeth. Oh… So she was buyer was she?! She thought that she could just take control of him as easily as that? Well, most certainly there weren't going to be any escapes here, and he wasn't going to make this easier for her, not at all! If she wanted him, he was going to escape. Rage rushed through him, causing his body to shake and visible shocks escaping his shackles as it forced a numb feeling to take hold of his muscles, and made him lean backwards, his arms crossed over his bare chest, muscles taunt as he watched, intelligence shinning within his eyes. Awareness also. He knew that there was no escape, but it didn't stop him from fighting for his survival. But he couldn't believe that some people would still try and tame them as much as they could. It was foolish, stupid even! They couldn't kill something that wanted to live. A slave without anything to lose wasn't one that people desired.
Still the emotion flowed through him, an emotion that he had very rarely felt as he looked away from her, still glaring at the cage floor, as though it was its fault that he was in here. But he could feel it snake through him, a feeling that he was finally starting to discover. Dread. He was dreading something, and he didn't know what it was. But he knew the cause of it. That woman. Well, she would most certainly have to die if he wanted any escape. And, at those thoughts, a dark smile crossed his emotionless face, a smirk that was that of a killer, an assassin even. His freedom would be his own, and she wouldn't be the one to take it away from him. Not now, not ever. Stupid girl was playing with fire, and she would soon find out how much it could burn if she actually tried to do anything!
But the merchant merely turned his head towards the female, smiling brightly as she approached. "No, not at all miss! Actually, he costs around 28.6 grand. Rare he is this one. An actual newly caught rank A. Everything that you see is how he was just yesterday when we brought him in. A shapeshifter at that!" He said, trying to reel the girl in, grateful that she was showing interest so he wouldn't have to be with this man any longer. "Have to warn you, A85-5814-23 is quite dangerous indeed… But a feisty and fiery one it seems. A great challenge." He stated with a smile of his faintly chubby cheeks, showing the bruises below the cover-up. How well this man knew that challenge and attitude first hand. He had been chased for three days now… He would be grateful one the man was sold, and off of his hands."
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Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Oct 1, 2006 12:31:51 GMT -4
Just when he thought that enough alarm bells had been going off since his captivity, the Vampire had a new set of them ringing away as he watched a woman approach his little isolated world. There wasn’t anything… threatening about her, but he had never doubted his instincts, and he wasn’t starting now. That woman was trouble. Just in the way that she stared at him caused Izailen to narrow his eyes. Maybe it was nothing, but there was something in her mannerism that he rubbed his fur the wrong way. Like the word ‘beauty’. What sort of person called a slave a beauty? As she placed her hand on the glass, fingers spread apart, the Vampire merely continued to watch her with his eyes narrow. It was obvious enough that he took an instant dislike to the woman, but that was normal, unless someone thought that the alternative was better.
He would escape, and he didn’t care how he did it. Or when. If it had to be right when they decided to open the cage, so be it. There was plenty of damage to be done, and, truthfully, there were a few people who deserved a permanent nap, seeing as they seemed to tirelessly run around the country to gather up any hapless person that they came across! He lifted his head slightly to get a better look at the woman, some of his unkept dark orange hair falling in front of his face, causing him to jerk his head roughly so it wasn’t in the way, and making the chains that were connected to his collar rattle. Gods… he hated that sound! It happened with every single move he made, one of the reasons why he had not been moving. Another was that he wouldn’t have had much movement t begin with!
The vendor, whirling around at the sound of someone whistling behind him, grinned broadly at the sight of the woman by the tube that contained the dratted Vampire. Really, they should have set the slave up so that he was forced to stand, but if he managed to sell something to someone who they’ve seen leave many times empty-handed, well, he’d certainly have something to talk about at the end of the day! Walking back to the cage with a slight spring in his step, the man considered both slave and would-be mistress. “Oh, he won’t come cheaply, let me tell you! But we went to great lengths to acquire him, and we even went as far as… preparing him for his debut.” He said, making it seem as if they had, indeed, done a great deal to make everything just right. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll sell him to you for 33 grand. Specimens of his kind are so hard to come by, as you know, and we’ve had him hanging around so long that you could say he’s become a bit a part of the family.”
At those words, the prisoner snorted faintly. A part of the family? Yeah right! That pompous man was lying through his teeth! The Vampire would like nothing better than to tear off his head. Well, with the exception of feeding, really, but he was rather disgusted with the vender. No… tearing him to pieces sounded much better, and he wagered that he would get more satisfaction out of it! If there was anything that would be of use, then all the better. He needed only to get out of the cage and chains, first.
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Oh, she was liking this more and more! It was all that the woman could think about as she pretended to ignore the slave’s behavior. Such a wild thing he was… it made her feel ecstatic to think that she would have him all to her self, and there would be stopping her from finding every little button that existed in the man, every little string that pushed him farther and farther. “A Shapeshifter?” Rijakei repeated, raising a delicate eyebrow. “A rare catch indeed…” she answered as the vender finished his little speech that was meant to get her to pay as much as possible for the one in the cage. “I’ll pay you the 28.6 grand for him.” She said, pausing a moment, opening the purse that had been hanging on her shoulder. “On one condition. I want you to have his personal things transferred to my residence.” The woman finished, smiling sweetly again. She was no stranger to the slave market; she knew that they removed the prisoners’ things upon capture.
Her gaze strayed towards what would soon be her new pet, with something that some might consider fondness, and what others would choose to not describe. Rijakei could see the smirk that the shifter wore, could see the coolness of it. She had seen it before, though, and it brought her back some of her most cherished memories… Ah… so long has it been since she has come across one such as he!
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Post by Khallayne on Oct 1, 2006 12:35:51 GMT -4
She couldn't help but adore the way his eyes narrowed when they were turned in her direction. She loved the way he watched her, the way he knew that she was dangerous. It just made everything so much fun now that he was already wary of her. But when he shook his head and the sound of chains reached her ears, she frowned faintly at the sound. No, that wasn't right. One such as his should be able to move freely, to allow the savage wildness to escape! Such fire within his gaze, such power within the movements. She could almost tell that he despised the chains as much as she, but with many different reasons. Chains were for beatings, not for binding. She had enough magic to be able to do that. But, she didn't say anything, merely focused her attention upon the vender almost bored. He was irrelevant now. The only thing that mattered was the vampire in the cage. So lovely… But, it had to take money, and had to take time. It mattered not; money didn't mean anything to her. She would get what she wanted, and that was all that she needed.
"33 thousand? Fine. I want to bring him home personally, and I want all his things, weapons included. Plus the keys to take off his shackles for later on." She said as she took out rare and exotic jewels. Certainly she was paying the man more than she should. But that didn't bother her; she wanted to get the vampire to her home as soon as possible. She had to show him off to Esaraem, the boy would be happy to have a new friend to try and protect for a while. Not to mention that a hungry vampire, with a person that looked so innocent, the outcome would prove to be quite interesting. Not to mention that once the vampire got attached to Esaraem, everyone seemed to love the poor boy, getting attached to him, wanting to protect him, for though broken, he still held his innocence. And so, that meant protection. But, there would come a time where harming the boy would break those close to him. She had pushed people to that limit before, and it worked like a charm. "I would like to warn you that I enjoy not the lies that you told. But keep the money just the same. He is mine now." She said softly, a sort of purr to her tone as she turned around, hearing the man snort. Another smile stretched across her lips as she stared at him, closing her eyes for only a moment. But this time, when she opened them, they were nothing but black pits, warning him of her undead blood flowing within her. Every vampire must know those signs, so she was expecting him to know them, for now. But her natural brown color came back swiftly as she smiled once more, in love with her pet all ready. And it hadn't even been that long yet… Pity.
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Silently the Shapeshifter hissed faintly once more, listening to every part. His fists clenched faintly, causing the chains to rattle as he moved his arm, trying to break the chain once more. But that didn't work, as he had guessed that it wouldn't. These things were starting to get on the predictable side. That was when he knew that there was something wrong with his mind, however he didn't say anything and merely kept looking at the other slaves that rested within cages like him. How pathetic they were? They all wanted to get out of this place, but didn't they realize that this place meant that they were going to be sold to someone who was going to use them for who knew what? They would lose all of their sense of pride, all of their freedom. And here they were begging for release. The idiots. Knew they not that life was better when one had to face the harshness of reality to make life enjoyable? He highly doubted, but it wasn't like it mattered anymore.
As the woman mentioned that she was going to buy him, he rolled his eyes, allowing his head to land back against the cool glass, his eyes partly closed, though he was still watching her. Yet the words that followed the others caught him off guard, and automatically he raises his walls around him, keeping alert to what she was going to say next. His muscles tightened and he knew, he just knew that she wasn't a normal slave buyer. She wasn't new to this, and she certainly wasn't as innocent as she looked. That much was dead certain. But, there wasn't a single thing that he could do as he closed his eyes tightly, blocking her out, blocking out all the sounds around him. He didn't want to be here, and if she was going to treat him like a dog, he was going to bite back. He wasn't the type of person that allowed others to use him. Especially not stupid idiots that had nothing better to do with their lives than buy people for their own pleasure. No, people like that annoyed him. She was annoying him! Oh well, there wasn't much that he could do about it either.
The merchant shot her a confused look as she asked for his things, but he didn't comment upon anything. This was one of the few times that they had sold a green slave. One untrained, one that was so savage and wild, so full of self assurance that it feared not what they could throw at it that it wasn't going to complain. Most certainly all A's were dangerous, but usually they were placed here for a few days, not bothering to sell them. But, this time could much be the exception! He didn't want to have to annoy the female that looked too innocent, especially not if she was going to pay for the shapeshifter. "Well, that could most certainly be accomplished, miss. His things will be shipped there as soon as he is bought." He stated with reassurance as he silently touched the intercom that he held over his ear, sort of like a portable phone, but very mini, earpiece size!
"Blah blah blah… Will you shut up, all ready?" The man inquired harshly, having stood up as silently as his chains had allowed him, peering down at the merchant, who flinched under his murderous eyes. He was sick of all this speech of buying him. All this talking to try and get the best deal. Wasn't he humanoid also? Didn't he have a say in this? Well, unfortunately, he knew the truth. He didn't have a say in any of this. His life was being sold, given away, when it wasn't theirs to give. And what could he do… Give them one hell of a time! And that was exactly what he was going to do. There was no reason for him to be a 'good little boy' when he could wreck havoc. Why be an angel when it was the devil's whose influence you were under?
The merchant merely sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he caught the man smirk faintly. That shifted… Good riddance that he was going to be sold! "He may just need a muzzle…" he stated softly, shaking his head. And how true the man was…
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Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Oct 1, 2006 20:56:52 GMT -4
He could only conclude that the woman was, indeed, mad, or close to it, for she was not only buying him, but she wanted his things, the keys to his shackles, and she was bringing him to her home on her own. Too bad for the woman, though that did not mean that the Vampire was any less wary of her; there was something wrong about her, something that he knew he should know, but couldn’t put his finger on. Yet another reason in Izailen’s book to find freedom; one could not use one’s senses properly in captivity. Correction, in a glass tube that served as a display case for slaves. Still, the smirk that was present on his face as the woman declared that she did not like the lies that the vender had told would have been so clearly visible had it not been covered. Well, things that masked one’s face could come in handy, sometimes, as long as one could remove it themselves. It truth, the man hadn’t been lying entirely, though that did not mean that the prisoner agreed with the statement that had been made. Apparently, there were those that thought that a ‘favor’ needed to be paid to him for going to such great lengths to retain his freedom, even if it had been in vain. Let’s just say that there weren’t as many slavers around as there had been before they had set their sights on the Vampire.
As the woman spoke, the vender decided that he’d better not say any more on the matter as she handed him the money, his eyes widening at the form it came in. Where could she have gotten such things?! The man could only stare at the jewels as they went from the woman’s hands to his own, snapping himself out of his fantastic little daydream of how comfortable a life he could live if he played his cards right after a few moments. Right… he was supposed to set the wretch ‘free’, meaning hand him over to his new owner. Well, good riddance to the Vampire! They would be able to use his space to turn a better profit once he was gone! He pocketed the jewels in a pouch where he had stored the rest of whatever money he had on him at the moment, and reached into another one to reveal a spare metal ring, and a set of keys.
Glancing at the Vampire every now and then, the merchant took five separate keys, all corresponding with one shackle each, or the collar, and set them on the ring. Keeping the separated keys in his hand, and putting away the rest, the man went behind the glass tube to where a chest sat, picked it up, and brought in to rest in front of the woman. “A79-5358-17’s effects and keys, Miss.” He said, handing the woman the keys. “He didn’t have much on him when we found him, but you should find his clothing and a blade inside the chest.” The vender explained, not really wanting to annoy the woman further. Ok, sure, he had twisted the truth, but there were some who wanted to Vampire to not be sold, though it wasn’t because the wretch was ‘a part of the family’. Once she had taken the ring of keys, the man then went about uncoiling a length of chain that had been set aside, and set himself right in front of the cage. He always hated this part, though he had only had experience with specimens as dangerous as B, and, even then, he had come out of those a couple times with something to show for it.
Izailen, on the other hand, ignored the vender, for the most part, as he went around gathering the things that the woman had requested. No, he was too occupied watching the woman with narrowed eyes; bright orange eyes that widened slightly, involuntarily, at the sight of twin black pits in the place of hazel eyes. Well, at least the Vampire knew, now, what it was that was so wrong with the woman! She was undead! Damnit… Just my luck, isn’t it, to end up with someone like her! He thought. This was not going to be as easy as he thought! Most definitely not… especially when he couldn't say for certain what she was capable of. The mere fact that the woman wasn’t exactly alive had Izailen more on edge then had had been when he’d first laid eyes on her. The Vampire forced his attention elsewhere, however, when the vender placed himself directly in front of his prison. This was going to be fun.
His nervousness beginning to show, the merchant cleared his throat softly, and then an opening appeared in the flawless surface of the glass. So far so good; the Vampire had done nothing but look further up at him. Grasping the length of chain tightly his hand, he stretched out his arm and stepped forward slowly, cautiously, pausing almost fearfully as the Vampire stood up to meet him. “Don’t try anything funny, 17, unless you want me to refund this nice lady here because you’ll be in pieces.” He said, glaring halfheartedly, his voice further betraying the fact that he was extremely unsure of his own safety. This may be a risk that he wasn’t completely willing to take, but it was what he did for a living, so he told himself to suck it up, and get on with it. Poor, poor little man… little did he know that Izailen wasn’t going to leave without giving the slavers further payment in appreciation for all that they had ‘done’ for him!
The Vampire watched the man approach, his eyes filled with the coldness of a killer, of a predator, noting with a bit of disgust that the man was nothing more than a trembling child once the cage had been opened. He merely stood there, and waited as the man attached the chain to his collar, and burst into action as soon as the man had freed him from the anchor on the floor. He grabbed a hold of the new chain with both hands, seeing as his wrists were stuck together, jerked it towards him, and managed to wrap it around the vender neck, tightening it with every passing moment, waiting for the man to choke to death. The man’s eye bulged in surprise, his hands rising to try and relieve some of the pressure around his neck, but his attempts were too feeble. “Goodbye.” The Vampire hissed in the vender’s ear. From further away it may have simply looked like one man was standing behind the other, both of them facing the opening in the cage, one whispering something in the other’s ear, except that the merchants hands up at his neck was a little strange, but who would question him on his behavior?
Feeling the man give one last shudder, and one last choked gasp, Izailen let go of the chain, letting the man, now dead, drop to the ground. It was a shame, really, that they had managed to get the muzzle on him; he would have enjoyed ridding himself of the vender more so than simply killing him. Either way, the man was dead, and the Vampire was now faced with the woman. He stood there, chain dangling from his neck, staring at her, ignoring the man crumpled at his feet so completely, that he might as well have been a rock. He wouldn’t be getting away from her, and he didn’t need to test that theory out. ~*~*~*~*~*~
As the merchant gave her a confused look, the woman merely gazed back at him, her dark blue eyes glinting faintly in the sunlight, but here eyes soon wandered once more to the Shifter in the glass tube. Such a powerful spirit… It was almost a shame to see that he had been captured by the slavers, but she would have had to have gone to get him herself had it been otherwise. True, it may have been quite a nice challenge for a change, but it made things so much simpler now that he was already spiteful at his loss of freedom! And to think, he would be her source of amusement, and possibly a bit of frustration, for some time to come. Perhaps she should pay a friend of hers a visit and bring along her new pet. Her friend would most likely prefer to stay in her own abode rather than go to someone else’s, anyway. Not that that bothered Rijakei any; she found her friend’s home quite fascinating.
Taking the due amount of money from her opened purse, the woman then scribbled her address on a piece of paper, and gave both to the vender. “Be sure that his things arrive today.” She said, her voice taking a an almost unnoticeable chilled edge to it, but her attention soon returned to her newly acquired Shifter, simply loving the fact that he intimidated the merchant. Wonderful! Simply wonderful! Smiles spread across the woman’s lips, adoring the fact that the one in the cage could be imprisoned and still intimidate someone. However, that smile turned into a frown as the man she had paid mentioned a muzzle. She couldn’t have that! Why would she wish to use such a mundane thing when she could easily solve the problem herself, if, indeed, it came to that point?
“There is no need for a muzzle, and I don’t appreciate the suggestion.” Rijakei stated calmly, though her mannerism seemed to imply that the merchant had better get a move on. She didn’t wish to wait around day merely because on some fool’s fear of a pet! She had half a mind to let that same pet have a little fun with the man if he made any more suggestions as to how to subdue the Shifter. She was quite capable of teaching a bit of discipline.
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Post by Khallayne on Oct 3, 2006 19:34:39 GMT -4
Xaetrix's attention could have easily have shifted from one person to the next, however, she knew better, and kept her gaze upon the merchant. He needed not know her true reasons for walking out of this place on her own. She wasn't even going to walk out of this place. But, that didn't matter. He needed not know that either. As soon as his eyes widened, she couldn’t help but smirk, guessing what he was thinking as he drooled over the gems. Easiest way to a vender's heart: Give them something uncommon, exotic, and rare. But, she couldn't help but feel sickened by such pathetic fools, who were slaves to their own desires. She had no use for such people. They never did her any good, so, she wasn't expected to give them any form of sympathy, or, rather, she didn't gain anything from trying to help them at all. So, it was best that she kept to her own business and them to theirs. The spirits knew that she would kill them all some day anyway, had she ever been forced to work in this pathetic place. And if she did work here, it would certainly be much more… 'Interesting', to say the least. She could make this place into the most dangerous slave drive around! However, that wasn't her purpose here. She was getting bored of her own little pet being all submissive. She needed to throw a stimulation his way. And, a vampire would do perfectly for the little one! A beautiful pale skinned creature, so like himself. Yes, that would do just too well.
As the man glanced at the vampire, it took everything within her self control to not burst into laughter at his pathetic attempts at hiding what he could not. These people were so… Foolish it seemed. The vampire was harmless when it came to her, but, she could easily appreciate his fine beauty, his fine strength. Oh, nothing else could be expected from someone like the demon. Life was too amusing for her to pass by. Besides, watching the tortured souls was her mere pass time, the true joys in life was knowing that one could be god without having to worry about anything. But, this man felt fear towards the very being that he had to control. She was giving him five minutes, and he would probably be dead. But, she knew that she shouldn't bet against his life, because more times than not, she was right, and that meant that some pathetic fool was going to die. So sad… Not really. But, she had to cut her thoughts as the man brought her the chest. She mentally ignored his number. Instead, she merely looked at the details upon the chest, sighing faintly to herself as she continued to look at the box, silently nodding at the right moment when the man mentioned the artifacts inside. It was a pity that they couldn't have brought him with more clothing and weapons. It would have been quite the collection to add to her own. But she had to remind herself to be nice. And, so, she smiled up at the man, nodding happily as she took the things. "Thank you very much sir." She stated as she took the things, now waiting for the pet itself. She merely didn't know how long the cowardly man would take to give her the pet that she so desired. By the looks of it, she could be standing here for ages. And who knew? Maybe she would be standing here that long until he decided that he had had enough and he was going to get rid of Izailen before the female merely broke down the cage. She knew she could do it, however, whether he knew that or not was a totally different matter…
But as she turned her head towards the man, she noticed the vampires shock. But, she didn't comment on it, she merely smiled and looked away, watching the slowpoke with a bored expression upon her face. Yet, as soon as she notice him stand in front of the cage, she couldn't help but feel thrills of excitement rush through her being. This was the moment that she had been waiting for! It was being fed to her on an ivory platter in the form of vampire flesh! But she couldn't help but notice the way the vampire looked at the vender, and another smile crossed her lips. This was going to be very fun indeed! If only she knew that hostility would have happened, she would have gotten herself something to snack upon to watch. A beating and a lunch anyone? Oh well, it mattered not. She knew that she would merely have to be satisfied with mere watching. Though, she had to admit to herself, that was what she enjoyed the most.
As the nervousness of the man continued to show, the necromancer merely shook her head at the pathetic attempt that was being made. It wasn't as though she didn't enjoy any of it. It was merely that she despised weakness. Natural, enforced weakness wasn't so bad, for she enjoyed watching her own personal slave cower whenever his gaze came in her direction, but that didn't matter. He would have a friend soon, a friend that he was likely to protect with his life, as he had the last one. That weakness would no longer be there. She couldn't wait to see the glimmer of life within the dead emerald eyes, the faint glimmer of fire that she missed so much. But, her magnificent thoughts were shattered as the sound of rattling chains caught her ears, and her gaze turned towards the merchant, who had decided to finally get her pet out of the wretched glass entrapment. But his words brought a chilling smile to her lips. Oh… How wonderful it was to see him trusting a vampire of all creatures! But, she couldn’t help but stifle her laugh, her eyes radiating her amusement. There was little else that she could do.
She could tell that the vampire was watching his prey, just by the look in his eyes. One of the many looks that she had seen upon her creatures when she had walked within their cages with living humans that they could tear apart. Oh… How long had it been since she had fed them such a glorious meal? She needed to give them a treat for behaving so well nicely. Yes… That was exactly what she was going to do! She was going to give them a treat! She knew exactly what she would tell Esaraem, and she would come back and by sniveling obedient slaves to feed to her pets! She couldn't help but clap her hands faintly, merely acting it out of eager anticipation, though her eyes spoke of a blood bath. Her own personal genocide.
The vampire moved with the speed that graced his race, and as the chains wrapped around the vender's neck, strong hands keeping them in place, an excited giggle escaped her lips as she bounced faintly, her fingers interlocking in front of her neck as she watched, her eyes bright with excitement. This vampire was spoiling her. Truly he was! He was already giving her such a wonderful show! How sweet of him to be so considerate of her emotions. But, she couldn't dare praise him before having him for a day. Oh no, she wouldn't dare do that. That would merely boost his ego a bit too far. Besides, she could only praise him after he met up with Esaraem. No sooner. But she giggled in glee once more as the vender's eyes bulged and his weak little hands gripped towards the chains, trying to relieve the pressure. Oh… How sweet! The last chilling embrace of life! She couldn't help but close her eyes for a moment, the joys of his pain washing over her. But, when she heard the man's voice, her gaze glittered, hazel once more, liquid gold, as she clapped faintly.
And, then, like a thief in the night, a last shudder passed through the man's body, and such the musical gasp. The sound of the chains releasing was music to her ears! A soft blissful sigh escaped her lips as the body hit the ground, smiling brightly as she looked up at the vampire, before skipping towards him, and playfully gripping the chains within her hands as she lifted them above her head and twirled under them, looking up at him once more. "Oh bravo! That was such a good show!" She stated. Okay, so she could praise him a bit. But she merely kept her eyes upon him, flicking her wrist faintly as a dark substance wrapped around the chest holding his accessories, and it vanished, the keys appearing in her hand. "You are going to get along so well with the other!" She laughed as she looked at the man. "However, since I do want to buy a few more things, I think I will merely handle him for a while, besides, I could always have you kill him again… With your weapons next time!" She stated as she skipped towards the man and leaned down faintly as if she was checking his pulse. In truth, she was giving him life, for later. Animating a corpse that could get her all the slaves that she wanted, without having to lose too much money; the excuse, he was entranced by her charm! Oh how lovely!
Instead, she calmly got to her feet, and placed her hand upon his arm, the cold chill of death, something so natural within her form. "Come now, we go to your new home, Izailen!" She laughed as she calmly took a few steps, and without a warning, a black void rushed around them, pulling them within its deadly grip as demons from realms darker than hell rushed by them, dragging them deep within an abyss like place before an eerie glow started to appear before them, calling them forward. And within moments, they were standing within a large ballroom like place, the large ceilings clearly a good hundred feet above them, with high winding stairs that would bring them to other levels. A castle, a mansion… Whatever this place was. It was the home that Xaetrix called her own, obviously. "I'm home! Please come and meet me, my pet. I have a gift for you!" She said in a sing song voice that didn't fit the necromancer… Only when she was plotting, or having witnessed a murder… In this case, it was both.
A shudder flowed through white wings as emerald eyes opened, looking at the never-ending glow around him. He knew that he couldn't keep her waiting however. So, calmly he reached outwards, closing the water that fell across his lean, famine wracked body. His wings stretched high above his head, shaking faintly, causing crystal droplets of water to scatter across the bathroom floor as he walked out of the shower, flying a few times around the room to dry off, before merely staring at the wall. There was a mirror in the room, but he didn't look in its direction, averting his eyes. He hadn't seen himself in a mirror for years, having not even gazed at the face in the reflection of the water. He didn't want to know what had happened to him during his stay here. In truth, he knew that he would have sickened himself. However, the Mistress of the castle couldn't be kept waiting. The Heavens forbid such an act, and with a silent step forward, his body started to dematerialize, vanishing from view…
Only to materialize a little ways down the hall, walking into the ballroom, head bowed, wings tucked nicely upon his back as he walked without a sound, dark ebony strands falling into his face. A ghost, which was exactly what he was as he crossed the hall slowly, the only color upon him being the collar that he wore around his neck. Mithril in metal, precious jewels glittered faintly, and a small green like glow coated the eyes that peered upwards shyly, watching everything without missing a step in showing his lower ranking. But, he stopped a little bit away from the man, silently looking at the pale skinned one, not uttering a single word as he walked like a ghost across the floor. His gaze, however, was not one of a slave, yet, one of exotic royalty, or a warrior. Yet, that mattered little, for his posture hid all traces that he could have ever been anything else besides a slave, even with his skin being flawless, not a single mark upon its ivory surface.
Xaetrix smiled faintly, taking a step towards Esaraem and handing him out the chain. "Please, pet. Take this kind fellow, Izailen, to your room, and unchain him, I've brought you a gift! You now have a friend! Be sure to give him all his thinks, and take all the restraining accessories off. If I desire to, I'll make him a collar later. And, he is to share your room. Got it?" She asked sweetly, but the smile was all wrong.
Another shiver rushed through his spine, though his eyes widened faintly as he looked up at the man. Hurt showed within his forest colored soulful eyes. But this hurt wasn't for himself, it was for Izailen. A hurt that would never be explained. But, silently he bent down and picked up the chest that was by his feet, before reaching out with a free hand and grasping the chain gently between his claws as he bowed to Xaetrix, and without a word, turned around, heading back towards his room, though he paused, waiting for the other to follow him. He wanted to be out of her presence now.
"Oh have fun you two!" She laughed as she clapped faintly once more. Sometimes, it was just too easy to take advantage of someone's lack of knowledge.
((My next post with Esaraem, I'll be changing to the other board... That way, we will be in Valdair.))
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Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Oct 10, 2006 17:54:29 GMT -4
As he stood there, the man wondered what the heck had happened to normal sanity, for the woman was anything but. Since when had killing someone been a show? He merely looked at her silently, though his bright eyes seemed to be doing all the talking. Not that Izailen really cared at the moment, for they revealed only the obvious. Not only did I get landed with an undead, she’s also a nutcase! He thought as the woman danced around joyously, then went on to praise him. This was most certainly not his day. Then again, it hadn’t been ever since he had been enclosed in that infernal cage! To think that he had been careless enough to let such a thing happen… He cared not to even think of how it had occurred, for the Vampire knew it to be a foolish mistake on his part. Something that seemed to be costing him more and more with every passing moment. As his ‘mistress’ went about prattling about how she still needed a few things and that he was going to get along so well with ‘the other’, and whatever she was doing to the merchant’s corpse, Izailen remained as if he were a statue, though that wasn’t abnormal in the man; staying still for long periods of time was something that he did often enough, in truth.
Had he been some creature that was actually alive, the Vampire might have actually recoiled from the woman’s touch, but seeing as he was not and that it was something that was akin to his own, he merely tolerated it. Actually, it was more like he simply didn’t feel it. He couldn’t feel the shackle on his writs and ankles, nor the collar, for his system was beginning to shut off senses that ‘weren’t necessary’ for him to acquire that which he needed to function properly, or to, quite simply, continue ‘living’. Meaning that his nervous system was, by now, extremely dulled out, and he wouldn’t really know if he moved unless he either hit something very forcefully, or if he saw himself move. As she spoke, then, of ‘home’, the Vampire rolled his eyes faintly. Wherever it was that she lived would never be home, nor would any other place. Prey tended to become scarce when one stayed too long in the same place. As the woman took a few steps, the Vampire’s world seemed to have turned to dark, along with creatures that were quite indescribable to him. One would need to see them to understand… And that was saying something, seeing as the man had seen quite a number of strange things in his long life. However, it did not last long, and the Vampire then found himself in a ballroom-type chamber and the sound of the woman’s singsong voice reached his ears. She really needn’t try to make herself seem like something that she wasn’t, and the tone of voice, when combined with Xaetrix, could be truly disturbing.
What was further disturbing, or, perhaps, cause for curiosity, was the gradual appearance of… something white, winged, and with a bowed head. The oddest part, was that it seemed like a ghost, but Izailen with almost feel the pulse, sense the heat of a creature that was truly alive. Already, the mere sight of the ‘pet’, and the fact that there was, indeed, something that could serve as prey, was getting to the man. He may be restrained, but that didn’t stop him from thinking the of the demon as a food source, of sorts, which was further aided by the fact that the woman wanted him to be released! Well, if she didn’t mind losing a servant, or two, all would be fine. And to think that they would be sharing a room together… that would most like be the best time to satisfy himself, though whether or not he would be able to wait that long was the question. The Vampire merely ignored the woman as the chain was passed to the newcomer, and followed the white one away, the same thoughts running through his temporarily deranged mind.
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Post by Khallayne on Feb 15, 2007 9:47:41 GMT -4
Telavrezair sneered as he noticed the woman looking at him, disgusted by the sight of her. He didn't even want to be with her much longer than was absolutely necessary. But, he knew that he'd have to find some way to escape as soon as he was stuck with her, which wasn't exactly the thing that he was looking forward to either. Because looking at her, he didn't know how he knew, but, she was different. She wouldn't let him escape that easily, and thinking that his freedom could be destroyed really bothered him. He wasn't exactly going to be the one to merely sit down and obey her like some wretched dog. He wasn't like the other slaves. He wasn't going to be controlled. And he sure as hell wasn't going to listen to anything that she'd have to say to him when it came to being caged and locked! If she wanted to face him, she'd have him, bite and all!
But as the woman opened up her purse and paid the amount, the shifter felt a bit of his freedom sink away as a rock settled within the pit of his stomach. A fire blazed within his eyes while inside, he felt numb to the core, unable to do anything but stare down at the two, a haughty look upon his features. He could feel it seeping away, the brief moment of power that he had, the faint grip of life that he clutched within the palm of his hands. It was seeping away with every passing second, and all he could do was watch it. He couldn't do anything about it. Nothing at all. Well, not for now, at least. He would do something about it later on, that was for sure. But for now, he could be a 'good little boy' and raise a bit of hell. And when the moment came for him to find release, he'd be gone, free, out of the wretched place and shackles for the rest of his life. And, oddly enough, that thought brought a little smile upon his usually cold face. How good was it to know that he would one day be free of this! The question was merely a matter of when and how.
The merchant swiftly took the payment, nodding dumbly as he swiftly gave the address to another man, telling him to deliver the shifter's things as soon as possible and to have it done today. But, his main attention was upon the creature that he'd have to set free and give to the woman. Oh well, it would be best to activate the mechanism within the shackles immediately. He knew that creature wouldn't like the shackles, but he would be stuck with them for life, he so hoped. Swiftly opening up the door as the shackles were activated, he grabbed one of the chains, untying it from the ground as he tried to lead the shifter out of the cage, which was much harder than it appeared.
Telavrezair took this as his chance as the man grabbed the chains, closing his hand into a fist and focusing his strength within his arm as he readied himself to attack the other… Just to have sparks ignite from the shackles upon his wrists, and ankles, and collar. He felt the numbing power seeping away his energy as pain seared through his body. Causing him to clench his teeth and grip the chain, nearly dragging the man down to the ground as he nearly went down upon one knee. However, he noticed that as soon as he released his strength, the shock stopped, causing him to breathe raggedly.
"Bastard…" He muttered to himself, slowly picking himself up to his feet, shocks coming to life with each movement. Well, let's just say that he'd have to get used to such things, no? But for now, he only glared at both the merchant and the woman, walking with each tug upon the chain. His steps were reluctant, and his eyes spoke of a wild creature. But until he could handle the piercing pain soaring through his body, he'd have to listen, even if only a little bit.
"Here you go Miss, your pet." The merchant stated happily, a malicious smirk upon his face as he handed the woman the chains and an electric key as well. "That key activates and deactivates the shackles. However, if deactivated, he can shift. So, do so at your own risk." He stated, grateful to have this creature off of his hands. Well, at least this one had been sold. Now they could stick to less dangerous creatures for a little while. What a relief!
Ooc: Blah... >.< Sorry. I need T'zair back in my head.
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Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Dec 18, 2007 13:46:33 GMT -4
She ignored the merchant as he gave her address to another man. She was far to occupied anticipating the moment that her new beloved one would be within her grasp, her eyes sparkling with her excitement. She could almost see the Shifter's mind working behind those beautiful eyes of his, calculating, making decisions. Oh, how lovely it would be to have fresh blood amidst the mice in her maze... she had no liking for those shackles, however... Perhaps she would have need to make a few changes around the house before she let him roam. How inconvenient that she could not have a planet as her personal playground. Ah well... the faintest sigh of longing escaped her lips at her little daydream, but she knew that it was not meant to be. She enjoyed herself far too much where she was to even attempt moving so far away to begin with.
As the merchant handed her the chains, Rijakei nearly ignored the key, but thought better of it, and took it as well. She came within a few inches of Telavrezair, gently placed her arms around his neck, and lifted her petite form up on tiptoe to place a kiss on his cheek, smiling sweetly. Letting her arms fall, she leaned against his chest, twirling the chains between her delicate fingers as she gazed at the merchant. Not once had the man said the Shifter's name... “Will you not tell me his name?” She asked, pouting faintly.
((A bit bleh, but.. yeah... xD))
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