Teagan Holmes's Story

Glancing around the cell the fallen angel wrapped her large, blackened and stained, wings around herself. This cage would just barely be big enough for them to stretch out and if they did, it wouldn't be safe given the creatures she shared the space with. Naamah wasn't scared of what was to come, fear was just a construct of the mind, it wasn't real. There fore she could control it, at least that is what the other angels always told her. But now that she had fallen, what was the point of following their mantras and ways? Comfort, was the only thing she could think of at that time. She let out a small, harsh laugh amazed she actually took comfort in the culture that killed the man she loved. She would always be the soldier, now she just served another, not the god she once loved.



It seemed to Teagan that she was the first master to the house, which she didn't mind in the least. "Hello gents, is the master of the house in? Or shall I just take a look around at the new stock on my own?" She was well known here, having gone through many slaves in her time. At the moment she had a quite blue collared one at her side, he was quiet and just held her umbrella, his arm never shakes and he never so much as complained. Teagan, had a couple of roles in mind for the new slave she was going to train, she needed someone to take care of her. To be kind to her and she could trust totally. In short, she really needed a pink collar.

Once Naamah had taken the time to get her head on straight she looked around at the others around her. She wasn't much of an angel any longer, but she could tell what the others around here were feeling. On the surface anyway, and it wasn't fool proof. There was one that caught her interest. He had shaggy black hair and the ears of a dog, he really didn't seem to understand what was going on. All that radiated from him was determination and curiosity. The winged being stood slowly and made her way towards his cage, all her body language trained to show she wasn't a threat, but she wasn't prey either. "Can you understand me?" She asked her head tilting to the side, asking a question in any language.

She automatically knew why he interested her, she had been there for the birth of his kind. It had been a bloody day for her and one she hardly remembered, the millennia blurred together and she only had vague memories of most things. She sat slowly keeping her eyes on him and gently let her wings unfurl, so that she didn't startle the creature. It had been so long since she had been able to stretch at all, it felt amazing.



Walking in to the lobby the woman schooled her features into a calm façade. Teagan wasn't ignored, ever. Not even by the master of this house. "Nelix." Her voice was sharp as she spoke to her slave. "Yes mistress?" He asked his head bowed, he never look her in the eye unless commanded to. "Get word to the master of the house that I have arrived, I don't care how.. Just don't be obnoxious." He nodded and took a step back, waiting to be dismissed. "Now." She added leaning against a railing and observing the room, her back to the only wall that didn't have a door or window. She had learned that it was never a bad idea to be a little paranoid, better that than dead.

Kenner

Kenner laid in his bed ready to enjoy the rest of his rest, Peeshka too was just as willing as she began to scoot her body along the sheets. Despite still being in her suit she straddled the master and sat on his waist for several moments before laying down on his chest..~I wonder.. will any of them make it?~
Kenner grins as she tucks her head around onto his shoulder and begins to croon softly, he reaches up and takes hold of her back and props her up to look into the eyes of her mask. "You know very well that is not up to us, but for them to decide."

She tilts her head to the side but still giggles with the touch of his hands and she reaches up to take hold of the buckles on the front of her red leather outfit. Each clasp is undone slowly as she starts to sway in small motions while Kenner lowers his own hands. The woman gets half way down the front buckles until she stops and begins to groan as if disappointing. Kenner stares for a moment and then ask.. "What are they doing know?" his own voice rings out with its own tone of annoyance.

Pesshka's head perks to one side and she moves from that towards the other speaking..~They are doing fine but your little furry girl is getting riled up about something. It seems she changed..~ Kenner sits up slightly and hugs his arms around Pesshka while bringing his face against her breast and lays it there. "Well at least I no longer have to wait.." He begins to nuzzle against her as well and she takes he's shoulders to stop him which makes him give a puzzled look.

Pesshka looks down on Kenner and speak with a rather audible tone of disappointment.. ~The guards are checking in.. you have a Mistress Holmes looking for you, well not her, her slave asked a guard of your whereabouts. That and a man who claims to be a prince is at the gates, he is requesting entry and an audience with you.~
Kenner looks off for a moment and realizes the company after a moments thought.."Ah yes.. Teagen Holmes and Prince Kaede.. have the guards lead them to the master hall and I will be there shortly, also have them return Miss Teagen's slave as well and you should go check on the new additions." Peeshka nods and clasp her buckles back on her chest before leaning off Kenner, but instead of falling onto the floor off the bed she fades into the marble without making contact. Not bothered by this happening Kenner stands and redresses in his robe before heading down out of the stairs and out of his penthouse.

The angel nodded showing her appreciation for his understanding. Will you fight them when they try to train you? she asked with a small whimper, hoping that he wouldn't fight too hard. They might end up killing him, she'd seen it in the past, when she was brave enough to look in on the slaves of past. She also knew that if she could make him useful through her, they might have a decent future. Two warriors such as themselves could be useful and deadly as a team. Her wings twitched and she moved uneasily, showing him her discomfort with him fighting at this time.



Smiling Teagan walked in to the masters hall, noticing her slave was already standing out of the way like he was trained to. "Well done Nelix, I won't have any more need for you tonight. You may leave." He bowed and exited the room. Glancing around he room Teagan decided to sit comfortably on a couch, her skirt tightening around her hips in a visually pleasing way. There was so much here that she was uncomfortable with, the skirt for one thing, but it was what she needed to do in order for her to keep her house hold in good shape and her self sane.

Kenner

Kenner made his way down the stair towards the master hall and he could already see mistress Holmes sitting herself on one of the far couches. He had only met her several times before, but not enough to get a good feeling for the woman. Once again it most likely centered around the fact that her slave was a Neko who was rather timid and he still did not really trust anyone who would have that kind of slave. But in his line of work there are always preferences for such things and of course that was his own.

He decided to actually tie the midsection of his robe as to keep from misrepresenting himself.

His feet padded down on the marble of the floor and he looked out towards Teagen and gave her a slight bow.. "Mistress Holmes it is a pleasure to see you.. no matter the time of day. Might I ask what brings you here?" He ended his bow and strutted up closer to Teagen's person.
He looked also from side to side trying to see if the prince was in as well, apparently the guards have yet to spread the word.

* * * *

The cells were lightly buzzing with the different sounds the slaves made together, Nix was busy being rebellious in her confines while the others had managed to begin to converse with one another.
However the lights began to slowly heighten in their intensity and while the light they generated did not match with what they produced earlier, they still cascaded enough light to show the cells contents. Then with correlation with the lights Pesshka dropped in from the ceiling, the tiles overhead slightly distorting to let her pass and then reshaping after. Her body touching down on the floor just as softly as a feather would and with one assertion of her stature she stands and looks back into the cells.

Everyone seems to be doing what is expected of them at this point, however there are some tears being shed from the two human slaves that were brought in. Peeshka steps between the two sets of cells and stares with her black doll mask, moving her vision around from face to face.
She did however find the one that interested her and approached, the fallen angel Naamah was actually a valid target for her as she approached and noticed she was attempting to communicate with the wild one Bloodsong. He heels made a clicking noise as she approached she stepped with one last stride next to the cell and peered in at Naamah.

~Ahh.. making friends already I see, strange I thought such a benevolent creature such as yourself would help the two weeping in their fear and loneliness.~ She held her face close on the bars and kept her direction closely situated towards Naamah's form. However for Naamah she could see something under the mask, the two eyes were like empty voids save for a sharp pin prick of light that stared back out from each socket.

Two New Arrivals

The morning had just begun for some as the waves of morning light tried to break through the remaining storm clouds overhead and while it was to no avail the land below had grown quiet. While the last few days have been treated to grizzly acts from the weather of late it is now that the light is winning and the wind was dying.
The form loaded into a pared carriage were being made to move towards the hall of Raven Loft, while the weather had lessened it still left its mark after all the days of rain and wind. Tree's bent towards the ground and mud caked against the wheels of the carriage made going through the normal routes uneasy. So it was that this transport made its way through higher roads to avoid such waste.

It appears that the carriage making its way up the road towards Raven Loft was lost in the storm and now it was finally on its right track towards the building. When the transport finally stopped the body within was being examined by the guards and two were taken off when they saw the one inside. A large reptilian body was stored in the main cage and while her hands were bound behind her, the tail end of her large body was tucked against itself and clasped together with large irons to keep her from bringing her tail to full length.
One of the guards who just stood there in his leathers and steel helmet, scratched his neck with a thought of what to do with the late arrivals. He didn't recall if he should hold her there for the master to arrive or bring her into the main hall.

It was then that he buckled and decided to have her unloaded and brought into the main hall as was the custom for all new arrivals, however he was not sure how Kenner would react to such a later addition.

The rather thin Naga was lifted from her cage and made to slide lazyly on the floor as her tail could not unwind the whole length. The guards however did not want her to try anything so they kept in step with her as the first lead her into the hall and there was Kenner speaking with Mistress Taegen.
He could see them from the corner of his eye and turned to look at the young Naga, he gave her a slight smile from over his lips as they approached.

Naamah glanced up at the woman, she couldn't feel anything coming off of her, which her eyes seemed to reaffirm. "As your master so kindly pointed out to me." The ex angel stood and carfully unfurled her wings, not in the least bit scared of her. "I am no longer an angel, and I don't have to follow their ways." Naamah smirked, her pain and inner turmoil urging her on. "You know what they do to those like me before they cast us out?" She asked her voice deathly calm. "They torture us with methods you humans wished they could use. One bout would work so well on the mind of a humanoid that the intended taget would do anything you asked."

She took a step closer to the bars, her fear finally mastered. "And if we live through that and still rebel, they cast us out. Ripping our wings, our souls, away from us and throw us out of heaven." She placed her hands on the bars, her voice growing stronger. The angel and warrior slipping through and showing what she was and could be. "From thousands of miles above the earth we fall. Feeling every burn, cut, buise and eventual impact, but we cannot die." She laughed bitterly. "It's a bit poetic honestly, the one person who truly wants to die with every fiber of their being, can't. So do what you will to me, I can take anything you do to me and bounce right back, although I guess I'm kind of selling myself by now.. Aren't I?"



Teagen smiled sitting up properly to look the master over. "Well, I've heard that you've gotten in a new shipment.." The woman intentionally left out her contact, there wash no use in bringing people in to this that didn't need to be. "And I'd love to take a look at the stock, I'm always searching for the next useful being." She played idly, though not unintentionally tells were dangerous for someone like her to have, with the locket her husband had given to her. The round silver necklace bore the crest of the family she was now the head of. Teagen wouldn't tell a soul, but it was quite valuable to her. And she would do anything to keep it safe.

Kaede

The guards take his sword and daggers, patting him down and checking his bag to make sure that he wasn't hiding anything. "Sorry. Orders!" one of them ordering the others says to Kaede. His words do not sound apologetic, they seem more mechanical, as if he is used to say it and just reflexively utters the words no matter the station of the person receiving their attention.
Kaede says nothing to any of the men until they open his pack, "Be careful with that." he warns, "That bottle and those robes you could never afford even if you worked for a hundred years." Kaede's manner is less friendly, more abrasive than he earlier. He stares coldly at these men; he doesn't know them, they don't work for them, but they guard a slaver's den. No, not a den, a palace from the looks of the place. He wonders how many people it takes to run a place like this and figures his army would be about half of what is at his father's castle, which is a number he can't count, but it's still large. He watches each man trying to get a feel for what they're probably like. His gaze is broken when they finish searching his bag and carefully put everything back inside.
"Thank you, good sir." Kaede says smiling. He hadn't expected them to be so careful returning his things. Normally ordinary men stationed in the cold and miserable setting like this are rude and ill-mannered, men who have no respect for the property of others. These men are different, careful and respectful. "Their Master must be an exceptional human being." he thinks to himself. "A man of some sophistication. Even if he is a slaver."

Kaede is lead by a group of four guards into the manor. Kaede stands for a brief moment staring in awe at the inside of the estate. "Amazing!" he exhales. "This is grander than I could have ever imagined." It's not finer than his family's castle, nor is it a rival for the Emperor's palaces. But theirs have been centuries in the making and they have respectable occupations. This man is , for many, a necessary evil. Yet, he lives grandly.
"I will need an ante chamber to change my clothes. I cannot greet your Master looking like this." he says to the guards, more as an order, than a request. They point to a room to the side and he slips out of his riding clothes and armor and into a white robe with a light blue covering for his chest that is embroidered with purple and red stitching. He puts on a pair of white indoor sandals and then fixes his hair, tightening the pony tail to make it look neater and more presentable.

After he is properly fitted, the guards lead him to the master hall and Master Kenner. He looks in at both of them and takes a deep breath, "I should have had a swig of this before I got here." he mutters.

Kaede enters and eyes the pair in the room. The man is taller and seemingly older than him and shares the same color eyes, though nothing else. While Kaede's eyes seem out of place for his features, this man's eyes fit him well, make him seem even more special than his frame does. His manner seems confident, but his air is pleasant. "Given the amount of money I've already given him, I'd have expected him to drool on my shoes." Kaede reflects, "This is a good sign." Kaede pauses once more looking him over, "He has an odd mix or both regal bearing and common. Good."
The woman, like the man is older, and her bearing is more common than the man's. Her face, though attractive, has some weathering that suggests a rougher existence than most people of means. "She definitely commands the attention of everyone in any room." Kaede imagines that at a party she would either be surrounded by most people in the room or be the focus of conversation.
That they're probably both older than he is disappointing, but not surprising. Kenner has built this place up and unless he inherited the fortress and slave pens, it would take even the most resourceful man a few years to build this and the reputation he has. Most women he's found that buy slaves are usually a little older because the got there money when their father or husband died. How these two got their money is not important, what is important is that, they are older and he must be polite, defer to them in this conversation, not just for business reasons, but because he would shame himself, his name, his mother, uncles and cousins if he were disrespectful to people older than he.

Either one of them could be Kenner, but since it's Master Kenner and not Mistress, it's an easy conclusion to draw. Kaede approaches and bows to Master Kenner, "Sir. I am Prince Kaede Akamori, second son of King Haru, ruler of one of the wealthiest and most powerful lands in the Emperor's realm. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. I have enjoyed our correspondances." Kaede rises, "I have brought this as a gift to you, sir. It's a bottle of rice wine from my family lands. It is very rare, expensive and delicious. I hope that our business here will be fruitful for both of us.Thank you for inviting me to your amazing and wondrous estate." Kaede says as politely and reverently as possible. In his lands, when one meets a person of high station for the first time being polite to the point of annoying is a requisite.

Kaede then turns to the lady, slightly blushing as if he were a schoolboy that forgot to do his homework. He bows to her, "M'lady. Please forgive me. Had I known a woman of your station and beauty would be on hand as well, I would have brought something rare and exotic as a gift. I do humbly apologize and hope that you have taken no offense." He then straightens himself awaiting their greeting

Kenner

Kenner gave Teagen a warm greeting as well as he could and then it was that he saw Kaede from the edge of the hall coming towards them. The man was quite younger then he thought, but then again Kenner has had dealings with his house in the past and with his predecessors so with all the times everything must change.
The young prince was eloquent as his father and maybe more so, but his honeyed words towards Teagan showed he was just as much a womanizer as his grandfather. Kenner chuckled behind his teeth for a moment and gave the prince a quick bow as was his custom for royalty. Though miss Teagen was one of his best clients he was not going to betray his own set workings. The prince finishes approaching the two and stands before them to present himself.

This was a rather opportune time for them to arrive seeing as they would be able to get situated into their own quarters before noon and that would allow them to get fully settled.

"Well Prince Kaede it is good to see that you are doing well and may I extend a full welcome from Raven Loft" He gives a quick motion towards Mistress Taegan. "This is Mistress Taegan Holmes, she is one of the other masters that will be spending her time here to acquire a slave for herself." He looks out towards the opening from where Kaede came and speaks lightly.
Strange I was expecting another this day, maybe she isn't as early" His eyes catch a view that is not quite in his liking, several guards are hoisting a slave along the way in the corridor and then in a moment the slave tries to break free. Kenner can see from there that she is a Naga of a much different breed then he's seen before. Kenner restrains himself from running out to see what the guards are doing and turns to face the two masters.
"It appears that duty has begun calling so early in the day, so I ask that you let this guard.." which is when he snaps and finger and one of the stairway guards quickly trots out to stand at his side. "Pan here will lead you both up to your rooms on the penthouse ring and both of you can take which fits your needs and I trust both of you will be satisfied with the choices" Kenner takes another slight bow toward the two and steps away being as calm as he can with a wicked look in his eye. It isn't until bot Kaede and Taegan have disappeared up the stairs that he breaks his stride and breaches the hallway to see the guards crowded around the Naga trying to coax her up off the floor.

Kenner slides up behind them and he swats one on the side of the head slightly to get his attention, the guard turns around with a rather pissed look in his eye until he see's that it is in fact Kenner that did the act. There was a look in his face that meant he almost soiled himself at the revelation and with that all the guards straightened up in attention in front of Kenner effectively dropping the Naga.
"Anything I should know because I don't think you can slide this one under the rug like a dropped pork chop." He barely raises his voice at the men, but still the portrayal that he is angered at them is enough to make them more then a little nervous. He kneels at the naga on the floor, her heavy but thin form wheezing and drawing breath with an almost pained expression. Kenner snaps the pin connecting her wrist irons with his hands and lifts her up, he dirty body transferring the contents of her cage onto the front of his robes and stomach.

"With how well I pay you to do your job, I would expect you to know the difference between hot and cold blooded." He carries her closer to the brazier at the end of the hall and lays her down only a few feet from the flames before turning towards the same guard from before.."Bring some towels to dry her off and get someone from the kitchen.." He turns her head to look into her eyes and places his hands along her neck and rubs down towards her stomach "Tell them to bring chicken broth, enough for six me." The guard gives a dazed stare for a moment before Kenne stares he down again. "I don't recall stuttering" The guard nods before running off with another in tow as to finish the work faster.

As if on cue for more trouble a guard came sauntering down the hall from the front gate and approached Kenner.. "Apologies on interrupting you sir, but Mistress Syntira has arrived and she says your expecting her" Kenner almost sighs with frustration, but at this point he was rather expecting this to happen. It only takes him a moment before he decides what to do as he looks back at the guard.
"Go and escort Miss Syntia to the upper ring and let he choose a penthouse.. oh and make sure to tell her that I apologize for not being able to meet her under these circumstances. Just make sure to inform her as well as Prince Kaede and Mistress Teagen that I would like to invite them to mid day meal in the dinning hall and make sure to have the guards collect them when the time comes." Not needing to be retold the guard understands his orders and gives a hearty clack of his heels before running off towards the front gate.

He looks down at the Naga in his hands and see's that her eyes are still rather lucid for the time being, he gives her a slight rub on the side of the cheek and gains eye contact with her. "So.. do you even have a name? Can you even speak?"

* * * *

Pesshka slightly gets agitated with whats transpiring in the cells, the angel is growing a mouth on her and the werehyena has begun to grow on Pesshka's nerves. The repeated slamming of her large form into the bars resounded throughout the entirety of the room. Pesshka only took several glances at the two before he could also see that the wolf hybrid was beginning to act up as well. Snarling and cutting his eyes towards her, this did not entirely bother Peeshka seeing as she had been the target of such things before. But it was the Angel that got such a atitude that really did it.

Pesshka looked at the three in her view and stepped back from Naamah's cell placing her hand upon her mask while speaking.. ~Let me teach you something my little fallen bird..~ She then gave a small twist and her mask popped of with a click of small hinges and she lowered that hand revealing that there was nothing being the mask. Just a pitch black surface that did not even bare the form of a face.
Then with a quick motion Peeshka lurched forward pointing her face towards the floor letting out a thick wave of black fluid. The oozing mass began to creep along the floors of the entire ward and crawled with a life of its own towards the reaches of the room. As the liquid entered Namaah's, Nix's and Bloodsong's cells as a mass of limbs jutted out from within, the three were quickly pinned to the ceiling of their separate cages as the forms of people began to arise out of the ooze as well. Faces and other limbs were starting to make appearances in front of the slave, each bearing gnashing teeth and lapping tongues with voices following shortly behind.

One form that broke through was rather feminine in shape and prodded outwards in front of Namaah. It bore a woman's face but also bore vastly skeletal features as it spoke with the torrent of voices. ~It is far easier to fall from heaven then it is to claw your way up from hell.. so do not speak to me of turmoil." the face gave a sickly smile then ~But it is good that you have kept your pride.. you will need that strength in the days to come.~ and then strangely all of the hands release and the three are dropped against the floor as all the dark ooze is pulled violently back across the floor and up into the vessel from which it came. Moving so much mass that the head and neck of Pesshka's body was distorted to let the fluid back in.

With the mass back inside and the voices silenced she twisted her neck slightly, letting a small pop of bone out before she replaces her mask and then begins to skip off around the cells and out the door.

Kenner

While Kenner stands before the three masters in the dinning room he see's one of the woman from before return. It was Peng'E again and she was in somewhat of a hurry which was evident in the haste in her step. She came to her masters ear and spoke lightly as she informed him of what happened down stairs.
She spoke cleanly and clearly, but light enough to keep the information from all but Syntira's draconian ears.

He gave a slightly distasteful look of discomfort with each passing word and all he can hear is a term of internment that quickly needs to be repaid to someone. He gives Peng'E a slight pat on the side to interrupt her and slides his chair back under the edge of the table.
"Well.. it seems the day keeps getting better." He looks at Peng'E and leans into her ear with one clear whisper before looking back. "I must apologize but an issue has arisen down stairs.. I leave you all in her capable hands for the moment. When everyone is done, she will take you to the atrium for viewing of the new additions." With that Kenner made a bow and then a slightly hasted retreat from the room. It was easy to see that there was a part of him fuming under the collar even before he stepped out and now it was more evident then before as he jumped the banister.
That fall was short and he quickly regained his footing and moved down towards the main hall, only to see that Roldan had moved the young slave girl Genti into the main hall and two of the house maids had come to redress her in something more suitable.

He looked her over and turned his attention towards Roldan.."What of the men who brought her?.. are they waiting to get paid for such an intrusion." He spoke with a lightly burning haze in the back of his eyes.. "No.." Roldan answered "I paid them a small sum of silver and.. forced them on their way."

kenner gave a blank stare with a slight exaggeration to his expression.."Keep her here and get her fed as well.. do not remove the cuffs yet however." He turns on his heel and heads back up the stairs rather quickly "Because I feel we will be seeing them again.."

The march back up the stairs towards his quarters was fast and full of reason as he had a very plane method of doing things. The men who brought Genti to his walls were in blatant disregard of his house and required a lesson in etiquette. Once inside his room he made use of the privacy such a place affords, the back of his room had a small library in place but in there at the moment books were not his concern.
He stepped in the middle of the floor where a glyph sat on the floor, next to the glyph sat a table with a small crystal on a stand that he quickly took in hand and squeezed. The crystal began to glow faintly and pulse as he concentrated on one name that could fix his current dilemma.

"Daud.. I must speak with William.. it is a matter of some urgency."

* * * *

Peeshka looked at Bloodsong as he chowed away on his meal and she pulled her hand back to her sides after the bowl was taken. She was glad that he was more reasonable then most despite his appearance, which made her look back at Nix and remember the fact that she would be more of a hassle then she's worth.

She takes another look at the others in the cells and speak towards the entire group.. ~I suggest you all eat up.. we're all going outside pretty soon and that means your all going to need your strength.~
She stepped back outside of Bloodsongs cell passing through the bars as she did before and moved to lean on the far wall as if she were waiting for something to happen.

Kenner

With the greetings done between Mad Dog and Kenner it is taken upon the business men to converse more as they walk for a while through the master hall.
Kenner is starting to understand that this day must have been some sort of test to get under his skin, however Williams presence is making everything seem much better as the time drew on.. "I see Manhoon."
"If you are looking for some new.. blood as you so lovingly put it, I may be able to facilitate." He beckoned Mad Dog on and offered the extension to Daud as well and so the men began to walk out of the hall. As they left the guards who escorted the two men down below returned and continued with their own duties of standing guard at the stairs.

As the moved on it was easy to tell for Mad Dog that most of Raven Loft's insides had been renovated since he left with Daud in his keeping. Marble lined most of the floor and high archways gave the halls a towering appearance. Seeing that it was only barely after mid day many of the houses patrons were moving about to get back and forth between their respective stations. The sounds of the whole body that was this place echoed on around them while their foot steps were easily drowned out by the rest of such immense movement.

Kenner kept speaking to enhance the conversation between him and Mad Dog. "I do have an idea of what you could be looking for.. someone well enough for your new enterprise. From what I hear that new club will be ready for full operation soon." He dipped his head slightly as several woman passed by in sundresses, each with an assertive bounce in their step and it could be seen why. A woman was walking behind them who cast assertion in her face and dominance in her stride. It was her that was driving the group on to whatever activity they intended to be at next.
She gave Kenner a firm but respectful nod as she passed him and his two friends.
With their passing Kenner continued.."As of now all of my new additions that are not taken.. are rather bare."

"I do however have some unique new treats for our trainers at least."

As they kept moving in their purpose the three passed into a large rotunda of passageways with several stairways leading down into and away from it. This was the causeway, and it was the only part of Raven Loft that truly remained untouched from the renovations. Peng'E was leading the other masters into the rotunda at the same time and she could see Kenner ahead of the group. With a slight pause in her step the group was halted before fully surpassing Kenner's, she gave a slightly bow towards the masters accompanying her before Kenner himself greeted them.. "Ah yes.. its good to see you all here now, that is fine now Peng'E you can head back to mistress Thresh now." The woman in white bows once again flashing a slight smile as she heads back up the stairs from where the group came.

Kenner beckoned them onward and lead them further eastward into the keep and as he lead them on the hall began to become wider and taller, with a great vast light pouring in from the exit ahead. Each step lead them closer and as they walked the sounds of nature could be heard coming through the opening as well.
When the group broke the threshold it became clear to them what the name atrium meant.
It was a vast opening within the bowels of Raven Loft it had the makings of a massive gladiatorial arena, but instead of sand within the base of this giant ring there was a field. Trees and tall grass and a sizable lake in the center and all that many creatures could wish for. Kenner walks the group out onto the balcony of a large slope overlooking the atrium and presents it to them all. "Welcome to the atrium, a crowning example of design if ever there was one. As you look around you there is nature for all to see and if you cast your eyes above even the sun itself is part of Raven Loft."

He was not off when he said this, for when an eye was cast upwards a circular inverted dome could be seen dominating the roof of the atrium. It shined with a deep warm light that gave life as easily as the sun itself would do in mid summer.
"For all those slaves who want to see the world as they left it and come back to nature, however it is still safe to let them roam free here. There is no chance of escape even for those with the power of flight."

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Peeshka looked back at Nix as a look passed on her face that the masked warden would not have thought possible for the shape shifter to show. She tilted her head to the side as guards with restraining implements arrived in droves, each one in full dress and waiting with baited breath for Pesshka's words.
She cast her gaze towards them and spoke.. ~Alright pair up and get to your appointed cells..~ She looked up to see that behind several of them men were two guards with Genti in arm, they did little to hamper her movement and instead lent an arm to help support her weight for her as they helped her walk. The men & woman got to work as Pesshka walked closer to see Genti for herself. Stopping only a few feet away she stared for a few seconds before slowly leaning in, her expressionless mask looking on and red leather bindings creaking as she inched forward. ~I see.. a new one comes again unscheduled.~
"The master also wants her moved into the atrium with the others.." The guard holding her bowl in his right hand spoke in order to clarify. Peeshka only returned a twitch of her head in his direction before looking back at Genti before nodding.

Everyone was thus gathered up from their cells.
Awoken from slumber or lead out from their positions, some had to be restrained in order to keep the guards peace of mind. The cause to being marked with a black collar saw many of those slaves being treated as such. However the guards were gentle as they could be and courteous in their work, the master would not want to see them damaged what he had just come into possession of within the last hours.
It was then that the group of slaves, was lead towards their destination of the atrium. However they did not share the use of the upper walkways like the masters and more privileged slaves were used to. The area they walked was darker and more somber with wider halls and such open spaces as to maneuver large groups of bodies. This was the main way for the guards to transfer a mass of slaves from one point in Raven Loft to the other and while the atmosphere of this lower area was rather dim.
It still bore a fresh air and lenient energy about it.

The only exception to the move was Nitha, she was left within her cell. The guards did not have the material to move her nor the manpower at the moment and while Kenner with his gifts could transport easily, they would need several men to move her even with a dolly.

Within several minutes the group was lead through a causeway of their own and this one itself lead into the grassy area within the atrium. As the guards lead the slaves in one after the other was released from their bindings and left to stand within the light of the atrium's dome. Those with less tendencies to strike were released first and those with black collars were let go last before the guards passed through the cause way again and as the last stepped through a large gate was swung closed behind to bar an exit.

Pesshka stayed behind with Nitha looking into her cell..~I must say that it is good to see one of your kind again.. it has been some time since one with blood like yours has passed through these walls.~

Miyako get up from her bed and joined the group in line. She was nervous and scared. She wasn't afraid of the woman with the mask, she was afraid of what was going to happen next. Her fear was not as bad as it had been before the woman spoke with her, was kind to her. If this had happened earlier she would have been terrified.
Miyako stood next to the other girl. The girl was human like her and had brown eyes, but after that they were different. The girl was lighter skin and had rounder eyes. She was older and taller. She had the look that Miyako had earlier; the sad and defeated look of someone whose whole world had come to an end. She wanted to talk to the girl, maybe be her friend, but she decided not to, in case.
She looked behind and watched as the guards placed special restraints on the slaves with the black collars. She understood now what a black collar was, but was still uncertain what a blue and orange collar was. The girl next to her had orange, so they had something else in common, besides being human girls.

They walked through darkened underground corridors that felt cold and unfeeling. She couldn't see much, but the dark. As they walked she could see some light in the distance, "That must be the atrium." she though, her heart beating faster and her breath got faster. She squinted when they were almost there, the light seemed so bright. She stepped into the atrium and it looked like a giant forest. She stared at the trees, the grass, the flowers, everything, there was even a lake in the middle. Miyako stopped and looked up at the sunlight shining through the glass above. It was amazing, especially to a girl from such a small and backward community to see that a place like this really exhisted.

Miyako looked up and she could see people; there was the man who told her she was an orange and blue, two very scary looking men, a woman in white, a woman with red hair and a man in white robes who looked like he maybe similar to her but she couldn't tell for sure.
The girl named Nix went to play in the trees, the Wolfkin rolled in the grass, Miyako decided to go sit on a rock by the water and just watch everything. She didn't really want to play, there wasn't anyone to play with and she was more interested in watching everyone else, especially the people above them.

The larger man gives Emalyn a stiff stare as she responds to Roldan's question, he almost starts to lift his hand and strike her. This must stem from the fact that she basically ignored him for the entire trip from start all the way to finish.
His eye catches a small glint of metallic silver before his arm reaches back all the way and he realizes that the tip of a rapier is pointed narrowly at his chin. Roldan had slipped the papers to one side and produced the blade from its sheath on the back of his hip and his grip on it is rock solid as he points it further in and begins to prod the man on his lower lip. "I would suspect you to know the house rules.." The other trader lays his hand on his own face and speaks in the defense or his partner. "I apologize sir.. He doesn't get out much and I was rather apprehensive to bring him to begin with."

Two of the other guards step forward to edge the girl away from her original handlers, moving her behind Roldan and taking her into the doorway. Roldan takes his share of the papers and presses a small bag of silver into the hands of the more sensible trader while the other stepped back into the back of the carriage while still rubbing his chin.
He looks back at Emalyn as he steps towards her and smiles at the young Neko.. "Yes.. This will be your home now and don't worry, we will take good care of you." He reassures the young girl, petting her head lightly and brushing her ear with his fingers.
"Take her to the holding area.. Master Kenner should still be there and he would want to see her as well."
Roldan dropped his hand and stuffed the papers under his arm as he walked by, intent on going to his office to file the new arrival. While he does this the other two guards move Emalyn along with them down the side passage and through the master hall.

Peeshka finally enters the patio overlooking the Atrium as she peers at the other Masters, noticing that one is missing she strides over to the rail and looks down to see her getting aquianted with some of the other slaves. She cranes her head to the side as she speaks down into the clearing..~Time to head back now little one's.~
The guards were opening the main door as she finished speaking and they moved once again with the same trained sequence they had done before. Approaching the slaves calmly and cautiously, setting restraints and coaxing them out the gate as a reminisces of what happened before. The guards sway past Mistress Syntira, unfortunately they had to interrupt her conversation to get all the slaves rounded up and back out of the atrium.
"Apologies Mistress.. as per Master Kenner orders we are order to bring the slaves back to the holding area." Strangely the guards do not wait for a reply as they issue the slaves away and disappear themselves.

The leather clad Peeshka looks back at the other Masters and informs them..~It is now getting late and now dinner will be delivered to your quarters for tonight's meal.. so please enjoy your first night.~ She gives a slight bow as she leans back on the rail and falls over, her body giving away to a quick fall as she lands with an intense solid thud.
Her body recovers quickly however and she trots over to Syntira's person.
~Well.. Mistress, I suspect you would either like to eat or finish your little conversation. That or you could do both at the same time.. however you would have to pay for that dinner." It was obvious that she was making a sly little stab at her origins and if she had a face behind that mask it would be wearing an intense smirk for the moment.

It took some time while everyone was being ushered to and fro with their own effects passing by, a small audience of guards was given to the Masters to bring them back to their respective room. On their arrival they were met with the presentation of a personal dinner laid on the center table of their rooms. A meal fit for their taste and pallet was presented but one would guess how someone would have access to such knowledge.
The slaves in turn were returned to the holding area and instead of being brought in, one was released and allowed entry for them to get better acquainted with the new rooming.

Kenner looked to Quinn as she turned away from him and he noticed the small strip of incantations under her sleeves. He was quick to reach out and grab her right hand and pull her back around to face him, holding her arm closely so he can inspect it. By this time the other slaves were being released back into the room, one by one they came in and their bindings were released.
"It looks as though you were the center of some concern for a few people." He smiles for a while as he can be seen contemplating something as it crossed his mind. "I know of a way to quickly have you released if that if your wish.. but it is dangerous" as the slaves finished with their reentry he dropped her arm softly before returning. "We will finish this some other time.."

He walked past her and strode past Silver who was still situated next to Nitha and dipped his fingers in the fountain, giving the water a small flick as he walked past them to get their attention. "Alright ladies.. get ready for dinner." He walked up to the others as they got situated as well and spoke to them.
"Alright I suggest everyone grab a seat somewhere or at your beds and hold tight, Evix should be here with the food and I suggest everyone be at their best behavior." He laid his eyes on Nix and gave the hyena a smile with some teeth showing on his side before moving past.
His eyes pick out the new Neko girl who was being let into the door with by two other guards on the opposite door. He kept a cock sided look to his head as he walked up on the young girl and turned his eye to the guards. "Unregistered? The guard shook his head slightly and returned "No sir, Roldan says she was contracted through one of our agents." Kenner flashed a look of realization and issued the guards to move with their work as he took the young girl in his hands, holding her lightly at the shoulders and looked her over.

"My.. you are young, go ahead and take a bed for now while dinner comes. We will get you a collar tomorrow morning."
He sets the girl to his side and steps past as Peeshka shows up around the corner, she leaned around the doors edge and scanned her vision over the whole room, it was as if she was waiting for something.