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 Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 6:50 pm
 
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xHelp me find who I used to be... Anistasia Whyte ... And save me from what I have become Anistasia sat, frozen as she stared downwards. Was he going to hurt her? The tears had quickly faded by now and she stared into space as she felt his fingers linger close to her skin as he touched her pale hair. It wasn't until he spoke that her eyes fluttered up towards him. 'Gorgeous?' she though. Had she heard him correctly? She couldn't have sworn he'd just complimented her. Even though the words had struck something in her chest, buried beneath ice, the girl knew not to trust anyone. His touch was so gentle. It made her want to pull away but at the same time, Anistasia was desperate for the touch. It reminded her of someone else. That was why she was so tempted to pull away and settle in the back of the cage once more. Gentle touches like these were what she yearned for. Something besides pain. Although she'd never showed it, all Anistasia ever wanted was to be treated kindly. But she knew that this man would turn around and stab her in the back if she let him in. Still, the girl stayed in her frozen, basking in the small warmth that he spilled onto her skin every time his fingers traced her features or ran over a scar. The softness of his voice made her feel something. It was as if he was making her frozen heart beat. It wasn't right. She only felt this way when someone was managing to drag the human out of her. Anistasia's eyes held a bit of fear as she stared at the man. She didn't want someone to make her feel human though. Not this person. This... Stranger. It was the last thing she wanted. To have her heart torn apart by a stranger simply because it was so easy to manipulable her with gentle words. Seeing the smirk on the master's face, Anistasia knew that something was wrong. Behind this little act the man was waiting to kick down her walls and break her. But Anistasia didn't want to stay in this cage any longer. Looking down once again she twisted and pulled at the hem of her dress. "So you will be my master?" she asked, in a surprisingly sad tone. There were many reasons for why her tone was so sad but the reason that stood out the most was the fact that she'd given in and let the master have what he wanted. He'd been right. She had gone though Hell. And Anistasia wasn't sure if the spot by this man's side would be a safe haven or worse than the underworld itself.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 5:37 am
  The shapeshifter was not as mentally and emotionally strong as she pretended to be, seeing as she was allowing someone to break her barriers. Even if she wasn't technically 'allowing' it, it was happening. Dakota had broke through her walls and was now prodding at her heart, just threatening to pierce it and force it into a million tiny little pieces. Pieces that he would command her to pick up and glue back together just so he could break it yet again. But then again, Dakota had a way with people like that. He was able to get beneath their skin and make them so dependent on him, and love him so much... then he would tear them down and make them feel worthless - as if they had no one else in the world, and they were lucky that he enjoyed their company. Oh, yes, he would pull that on her. Break her and make her feel as if only he would care for her; that she was a worthless monster and nobody could ever be around her. Or would it be something different? Would she manage to break him? Surely she wouldn't...
The lycan's fingers gently traced another scar, then her jawline before allowing his entire hand to cup her cheek. "Your master?" The question wasn't actually a question - more of he was just repeating her. The smirk turned into a gentle smile as he allowed his thumb to run across the female's cheek while he continued to cup it; as if caressing her. "Tell me, beautiful... do you want me to be your master?" His icy gaze raised to Anistasia, watching her face for any hint of a different expression. If she even gave a second thought, he would be able to tell by something on her face. Whether it be her eye twitching, her jaw tensing, her eyes glancing away... Simple things could tell him so much. It was one of the reasons he was so good at manipulating people - because he could read what they were thinking just by their facial expressions. So, as he sat and waited, he also watched... watched for anything out of the ordinary; even the slightest hint of something. 
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 12:30 pm
 Lucius Thorne Lucius noticed how Ana tried to sit as far from him as possible, finding it hysterical and somewhat cute for some reason or another the way that she seemed repulsed by him. Ahh, here it comes! The biting comments she spoke to offend him only made him smirk. "Lucky you then, milady; you'll get to meet all of my family's members, then. I'm sure they'll adore you," he crooned, casually sliding himself closer to Ana on the plush seat as he spoke.
The question of if he was a crown prince did evoke a momentary look of irritation, since Lucius was not the next in line while his older and arguably less competent brother was to take the throne. The expression was short lived, though, and melted away into a cool smile. "Why no, I'm not a crown prince. My idiot of a brother is," he replied, his tone falling flat when he spoke of his elder brother. "No worries, though. It'll only take one horrendous accident to remedy that issue." Lucius' grin took on a nasty, cruel glint at the mention of killing or seriously maiming his brother and thereby taking the throne. Since she seemed to be repulsed by him, Lucius allowed his eyes to wander over her in an unrestrained manner, a perverted look on his face. "Your poor kingdom will have to be without a lovely queen, my waterlily, because you'll be busy attending to yours truly." Lucius moved closer to her and made a sensual growling noise, hoping to get an amusing reaction.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 1:53 pm
 Ileana laughed coldly. The mention of the princeling's older brother caused her heart to cry out - memory of her own brother caused tears to p***k at her eyes. "Oh, don't worry, princeling, you'll tire of me quickly. Have you ever dealt with a naiad before?" she purred, lips curling into a dark smirk. "You'll find it not as easy as you imagine." She crossed her legs, smoothing her skirt out over them. She brushed her hair over one shoulder, blue eyes narrowing at him. "And it would do you good to remember your place, little demon prince. Don't think I'm not afraid of killing you." she'd never taken physical action against someone before, but her brother, before he died, made sure she knew how to defend herself in any situation.Collar: Red
Charms: Crown, Ballet Shoe, Microphone, Paintbrush
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StellaLuna SkyWind Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 5:09 pm
 ๑ Șąɨұʉʀɨ ๑
"I am warm in your summer,me upon
And cool in my winter,
But, you've trapped me upon the land,
So that I've lost control..."
Hearing the explanation of how a care moved, Saiyrui frowned. The cars ran off oil? Humans. Human were destroying her seas to make their vehicles move? What had happened to those horse animals that had driven sleighs and carriages? Had they gone extinct to the point that they weren't used to drive sleighs anymore? She frowned, but opened the door, not wishing to ask anymore questions at the time. Not until she was in the car, and he wouldn't be able to return her.
She gently found the handle on the door, and opened it, surprised at the way the door opened. She carefully, and gingerly, found her seat in the passenger seat of the vehicle. She shut the door, and looked out of the thin sheet of glass that was the windshield. Everything human was practically a mystery to her. She wasn't certain that she could adapt completely, but she would do her best, to work with the opportunity to raise this man's children.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 6:40 pm
Lucius Thorne Lucius thought it amusing how she was so sure of the fact that he would get tired of her. Truly, she had never dealt with demons before, arguably one of the most persistent of all creatures. They were still cruel things that tried to turn people towards sin ever since the rivalry between angels and themselves began, and never planned to falter from this plan. "I'll admit that I haven't, but you haven't dealt with demons before, not to mention royal demons, have you?" he inquired right back, folding his arms cockily.
The comment on remembering his place only evoked a chuckle. "Oh, you mean my place as your master? The one that tells you what to do and you obey at the risk of my wrath?" Lucius moved closer to her in a not-so subtle way, only a few inches of seat space between them now as he smiled, continuing to gaze lewdly at Ana. "I remember my place very well, though I do appreciate the reminder, my lustrous blue rose," he crooned, reaching out a hand to caress her cheek as if to remind her that he did now own her and he would do as he liked.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 11:04 pm
 Hear my growl, watch me dance,
chasing my prey in a deadly prance.
Call to the moon, settle in the lands,
then captured and taken to a place where no man can
Run free with the taste of victory.x x x x x x x x x Michael Anderan x x x x x x x x x Disoriented scents of other felines wafted about, mixing in with every other race inside the room, blurring together so much that they were hard to decipher all at once. But Michael focused in on new scents that entered; a new scent had indeed entered. A new feline was walking freely, that had just entered. It wasn't being disturbed by the scents of metal and humans, smells from the guards that stood about. But that same scent was becoming stronger. Was it coming this way? Probably just walking along the row of cages. With an irritable sigh, Michael let the sounds and scents just blur together, not bothering to distract himself with them and hurt his head.
The bobcat had closed his eyes again, staying slumped and seemingly relaxed as he sat there in the cage. Something he dare not call his own; it was a terrible thing to call what he was imprisoned in his own. Michael wasn't tense, but he hadn't let his mental guard down yet. His tail swished irritably in the small space of freedom around him on the cage floor. How annoying; it hit one of the bars or edges every three seconds, whacking with a cold, dull pain that irritated him even more.
And then it was there. That scent the demon had previously been focusing on was suddenly as strong as the scents of the guards standing in front of the cage he resided in. Michael opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was pink ears and hair, and many, many flashy objects. What looked like gold metals and little badges were attached to a neon pink boa, draped over the shoulders fluffily of the neko, looking soft and somehow heavy at the same time. Black clothing with his stomach exposed, as well as a tattoo that surrounded his belly button like it was the center piece. This was the most strangely dressed person Michael had yet to set eyes on. Strange, but small.
But the voice that matched this person in front of him made him change his opinion. The voice matched the style and facial expression of this neko. Arrogant and smug, impatient. "Perfectly," Michael replied in a flat tone, gold eyes looking the neko in the face with an irritable expression still occupying his own. "You need something that concerns me?"  Watch me struggle, hear me scream,
see me fight until I bleed.
Life is just a deadly game,
But I dare not flee the dangerous lane.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 12:59 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 9:16 am
Ileana slapped his hand away. "I am not an object to be owned!" she snarled, eyes snapping sapphire fire. "Nor will I ever be! And I am not yours, no matter how much you gave to the idiot human who caged me. No one is my master, and that is how it has always been and will always be!" he was breathing heavily with disgust and anger. In a low voice, she said, "Your wrath does not frighten me. Kill me now and be done with it, as I will never bow to your 'command'." To herself, she murmured, "It will be easier for my parents to mourn the loss of both at the same time than mourn one and then the other." She fought back the tears, but one slid down her cheek of its own volition. She fiercely wiped it away, hoping Lucius didn't see it.Collar: Red
Charms: Crown, Ballet Shoe, Microphone, Paintbrush
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 10:40 am
Lucius Thorne Lucius did not resist or fight back as Ana slapped away his hand, draping it over the back of the seat. He fixed his eyes intensely on her as she ranted, showing that he was indeed listening and taking her every insistence into account. Granted, he didn't believe in what she said, since to him she was very clearly his, but nonetheless he took in every word.
The demon prince remained silent as she concluded, managing to glimpse the tear that fell from her eye. He hesitated to think, it seemed, then a sigh escaped him. "It appears as though someone is in serious denial," Lucius finally remarked. His golden gaze traced over her face without an expression, no mirth that was there before. "It would be beyond stupid to kill you, you understand. For one, you were worth quite a bit of money. For another, I'm not sure I could find another lady with your beauty, princess." He seemed sincere about how she was beautiful, because he thought it was true. "And for your own sake, I hope you rethink not obeying my commands; I am not one to tolerate disobedience."
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 3:35 pm
"I'm not in denial," Ileana snapped. "I'm-" She hesitated, not entirely willing to let the demon prince in. 'He doesn't deserve to know. He's a monster, someone who will never understand.'
She bit her lower lip as he continued to speak. She blushed lightly when he called her beautiful - only her brother had told her that before. She suppressed a sob, clenching her eyes shut. She let out a rough chuckle at his last remark. "I've never taken orders well, princeling." her voice was less insulting with the title than before. "I have always been a rebel. I wasn't-" she choked herself off, tears filling her eyes. More spilled from her lashes. She turned her face away, trembling with the effort to keep herself together while still around Lucius. 'You will not cry!' she snapped at herself, fighting for a control that was just out of reach.Collar: Red
Charms: Crown, Ballet Shoe, Microphone, Paintbrush
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 4:33 pm
Lucius Thorne Lucius held back a smirk. Not in denial... heh. To him she was his undeniable property, and what she said was a sign or her resistance to accepting the truth. The blush was nearly unexpected. Really, had she not been called beautiful before? The few women in his life demanded praise so often that one would think they would tire of hearing it. So naiad royalty was treated differently, then? Hmm...
The demon prince watched with persistence and patience as the princess continued to speak, observing how she cut off, how she would need time to recover herself. Right now Lucius was taking his time analyzing Ana; his habit of scanning and interpreting those around him, friend or foe, was something that he considered to be one of many advantages he had over his elder brother. He felt much pain, fresh wounds she had been trying hard to cover up but now the bandages were being stripped off and tears came, though she tried to hold them back. When she choked off the last time, Lucius made a gentle tutting noise and brought his arm around her shoulders, pulling her firmly to his side in a comforting gesture. "There there," he cooed gently, rubbing her far shoulder delicately. "Let those tears out. You don't need to be ashamed to cry in front of your master." If she fought this time, Lucius would hold her still pinned up against him until she broke down, which he envisioned would happen soon.
((My next post will be in his home thread ^w^))
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 4:48 pm
"I'm not supposed to be queen," she whispered, muffled by her hand. "He was. He was perfect... Kind and sweet and understanding. I was a balance to his calm - I was the fiery rebellious one, the one he would watch over. But oh, I loved him. He was the best I could ask for. And now..." her hand moved from her mouth to her heart, nails digging into her skin. "Now he's dead," she sobbed, "and I'm left with a crown I never wanted and no one to help me deal with it." The words had tumbled from her lips before she could stop them - and yet, talking about it had soothed her.((Ok, see you there!)) Collar: Red
Charms: Crown, Ballet Shoe, Microphone, Paintbrush
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 2:59 pm
Dakota could see the hesitation and unsureness in her face as her eyes darted away. She was thinking twice about going with him, which only made a small smirk attempt to cross Dakota's lips - but it was quickly pushed away as he waited. Really, it didn't seem to take long before she finally let out a sigh and said he wanted her to be his master. Finally, she was giving in. But for some reason, the male knew not to let his guard down. Even in general, he knew such a detail, but around her... something told him to keep both eyes on her instead of one. Not that he felt threatened by her or anything, but if she was getting the idea to run for it, he would surely be on her tail the entire time. Literally. The lycan's human body was thin and strong with long legs that could carry him quickly and swiftly. So if Anistasia were to run... well, Dakota would be right behind her the entire time.
"Good girl." The words came from his lips as he allowed a smirk to show, and his hand moved back into the cage a bit more to allow slender fingers to brush against her cold cheek. His hand was a bit warmer than her skin, but that was probably because he had a lot better protection from the chilly weather than she did. "I suppose I'll have to go find the owner of this joint, yeah?" The smirk on Dakota's face widened, and blue eyes finally removed themselves from her for a moment as he glanced around. He wasn't quite sure who to go to for payment, really...
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 12:00 am
 ⇛ xX Ȓyu Ҫhessiry Xx ⇚ ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ I’m a gummy bear,
Yes I’m a gummy bear. A yummy gummy funny lookin’ gummy bear~ ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎  ╔══════════════════════════════════════════╗ ❂ A smirk crossed his face as soon as he heard the male's spoken words. Maybe this guy would be more interesting than what he had originally thought... Then again. Getting fired up at some 'childish' behavior like that wasn't anything new. In fact, he might be better off walking away right now. But that wasn't his thinking, that was his boss's and he usually ignored his boss's side orders unless they became actual orders.
"Yeah, I do. I have a question. Why do you smell weird? It has something to do with your background. You're not just a neko-related creature," he commented plainly while shifting the boa over his shoulder slightly. It seemed like he might've just been a 'little' rude right then, but curiosity could get the best of him, and disregard for those more unfortunate than himself has caused him to be quite absentminded sometimes.
It was slightly amusing to him that the other male was already irritated at him. Usually it took a few more verbal exchanges, ha. Getting on people's nerves was fun in his opinion, and it didn't sway if it was towards someone like his boss or a slave. Maybe at some time soon he would as this guy his name. Ryu thought it was pointless to not use something that was granted to you from birth. And one of those things is a name. Like, he was Ryu Chessiry, given name on the street, nothing of importance to anyone he deemed unnecessary to tell it to. ❂ ╚══════════════════════════════════════════╝ ☆═━┈┈━═☆☆═━┈┈━═☆☆═━┈┈━═☆☆═━┈┈━═☆ … Now face my gun, And be ready to run hun. Love ya~ ~Good bye, fair well, khush, zai hui, bai bai, sayonara, adio, adios, ciao, au revoir! …Baka ~Laa la la ☆═━┈┈━═☆☆═━┈┈━═☆☆═━┈┈━═☆☆═━┈┈━═☆
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