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 Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 2:24 pm
You are in a long, low building. It has one floor above ground level, and two below. The first level below ground level is a sort of lounge for the Masters and Mistresses. Also located on this level are the kitchens and the bathrooms, including the shower rooms used by the slaves.
The door to the lowest level is always locked.
When you are ushered down the stone steps to the lowest level, you are in three long rooms, each with a slightly low ceiling. The walls are lined with cages, and the lighting is dim. In each cage hangs chains, waiting to clasp onto slaves as they are brought in.
Along the back wall are sofas, places to rest for the Masters and Mistresses.
All in all, the rooms are dim, though fairly clean. The slaves are kept in relatively good condition, clean and fed meagerly.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 5:27 pm
At first glance you would see only a stubborn looking child of very small stature sitting cross-legged in long tunic of cranberry red staring at the walls blankly. But those blank eyes were not your normal child's eyes. They shown a cold silver, and her long hair matched, falling in metallic locks around her. following the line of her hair down you would see, not a childs body, but most certainly the shapely body of a young female adult, albeit much smaller. This was no child indeed, but a fully grown demon woman of harsh and cold beauty.
Icarri was a high bred demon but her situation was deplorable. Her demeanor was calm but inside she was cursing. Cursing herself, cursing the b*****d whose fault it was she was here, cursing those who kept her here, but most of all cursing the shackles and the cage. she felt the chains were truly overkill for a captive who did not struggle especially because the cage itself kept her here. But she was proud, and these shackles were for show, requested by that same b*****d who had brought her here 4 months ago. they were there to show her, as if she didn't know already, she was not in control. the shackles holding her were not unduly tight nor restricting but they served the purpose to humiliate perfectly. There were 5 bands of cruel biting metal one on each ankle and wrist and one around her neck.
4 months had she sat here day in and day out with these abominable chains. They were trying to break her spirit, her proud, noble blood refused to give way. She would sit here, never struggling for it would give them pleasure to retaliate, but she would never break, never. This was her silent vow and she spoke it threw her glinting silver eyes and straight upright posture. She was noble demon not some lowly slave. Her stare scared off any weakling who had come to purchase a new plaything while her mind was busy working on how to regain what she had lost. 4 months ago some b*****d of an upstart demon did some trickery to seal all her powers and in her moment of weakness bundled her up and sold her to slavery.
“That weakling was too afraid to keep me close, and with good reason, when I catch up to him he will wish himself dead a thousand times over before I am through with him.” She murmured under her breath as she stared down yet another prospective buyer and her lips curled with pleasure as he broke his gaze and moved on.
She knew though, she was actually powerless, and someday someone with enough wit and confidence would realize this and she would be sold. She knew this, and she knew she must be prepared with a plan of action for that day.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 6:25 pm
Skylar was fettered like the rest of the slaves in the Marketplace. His eyes had long adjusted to the dim lighting as he sat in his cage, his brown eyes staring out into the hallway like the rest of the slaves kept in the Market. His thin, pale body seemed to glim against the soft darkness as he sat there. His eyes, at the moment, possessed an innocent, obedient look. If someone came and bought him right now, he would submit to anything they requested him to do. He would even carry them on his back if they wanted him to do so.
Right now, that is. It was only a matter of time that his other personality would take over. The one that would kill and maim. The one that would shirk all duties and cause his scars to develop all over his bodies. The one that had, in fact, caused him to be shifted in and out of servitude of a master or mistress over the many long sixteen years of being a slave - though he could not could the first few for being that much, since he had only been a small baby at the time. The only thing about his other personality was that even he could never be able to tell when he would shift back and forth - a word, a movement, a breath, an image, almost anything could make him change minds... At the moment, he was somewhat ashamed of that part of him... Though when his sadistic side lurked out, he would be proud of it and willing to shout it to the world.
His clothes were simple an off-white, button-up shirt and some odd faded black and torn pants. His feet were bare upon the cold floor as he sat there in silence. His light brown head leaning against the wall of the cage as his eyes watched the door of the lowest level, half-wishing for a master or mistress to step though, or at least, for someone to come, even if it was the guy who brought food to them. What? He felt lonely, and did not feel like talking to anyone at the moment.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 6:45 pm
The door opened and Selme seemed to drift down the step, looking around the room, her long slender rabbit ears twitching and raising slightly with a life of their own. It was a rather bleak room all things considered with her. Her eyes seemed to measure each slave, trying to find out their value and worth. All she needed right now was a useful one.
Her brown eyes drifted towards the younger boy and easily recognized the submissive quality behind his stare. Walking to the cage and looking down at him, she finally talked. "You are?"
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 11:39 am
The doorknob turned as Skylar could imagine the metallic click that could be heard if he were close enough - no doubt about that. A young woman - in fact, someone not much older than he was - strode down the steps easily, slender rabbit ears twitching every which-a-way. Her eyes were precise and scanning as she walked along the cages, taking in every single slave that hung, fettered between the old gray bars.
The rabbit-girl walked over to him after a moment, her dark brown eyes locking on him. Skylar gazed back with the same odd submissiveness as almost always. For a moment, he let her regard him; himself blinking at odd intervals as he looked up at her though the metal bars. "I am Skylar, miss; though some call me Sky." The slave-boy said simple in his light voice tone, knowing well enough that most masters or mistresses that even considered him were often warned about his little personality mishap.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 5:28 pm
She turned towards a guard, pointing at him. "Is he the one who goes wild for some unknown reason?" She had heard a warning, but they hadn't been completely specific about all of it. She rather hoped he was. Mostly from just curiousity.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 5:19 pm
Gerard looked around curiously as he stepped out of the vehicle. He sees that his uncle and aunt are counting money. "Is that for pay for the funeral arrangements", he asked, but had his question ignored. A guard came asking him to come along. "Go up ahead, we'll be right along", spoke his aunt, smiling in such a way that the boy felt something was wrong. "Go on", said his uncle.
So, he did. As he walked up to the shop with the guard, he began to make out the sign from afar. It was not very clear at first, but when he was able to make it out, he stopped with a chill running down his spine. The worse came to mind and he looked over his shoulder at the last of his blood. The guard saw this; Gerard began to run, but his feet never gave him any distance.
Soon, he was led in, having no chance to fight such a grown man. He protested along the way, but was slapped very hard. His eyes watered , growing quite frightened. He was led down some steps and he almost hit his head against the low ceiling. A cage was opened and he was chained in and locked. He was heartbroken to say the least. He felt like dieing. The boy bowed his head, sinking into the back of the cage, hugging his knees to his chest, and trying to comfort himself.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 12:33 am
Lydia entered the room with the slightly lower ceiling looking at the cages and the pets inside of them. Her crystal blue eyes scanned each of the cages seeking a pet. She sighed softly and brushed a few strands of her long black hair from her face brushing it behide her shoulders as well. Her pale white complection glowed in what light was lighting the room. She walked past each cage looking inside of each of them.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 3:14 am
A large buff looking man dragged him in, the small boy struggling agaisnt his binds, though they were weak attpemts, he whimpered, getting a kick to the back, his body tremebling violently as he began to sto his hopeless attemtps.
There was time when he was free, and hopefuly, now he was broken, and chained. He idlty wondered if that would ever happen again...
The boy was jerked, purple hair geting shot into the air, as he was flung painfully into a cell, his red eye shutting quickly, before he was turned, and the sound of chains beging rouchly pulled down were heard, the metal cuffs now contecting to his pale, lily white skin that was soft yet cold to touch.
He opened his scared eye, the soft red colour filled with fear as he was chained, the large collar now around his neck squeezing ever so slightly, he looked to the side.
The hatchling whimpered, his now hidden by his purple locks, he had seen others in here when he was dragged down, and now, the men snorted and left him in the cage. The cuffed boy shaking as he then began to move his wrists trying to get them out of the cuffs, if only he could change into his smaller form then he could get out....
But they wouldnt allow it, early that day he had been injected with somthing, it stopped him from changing.
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