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A physic, Regal Class Sergal. Alice is a beutiful, perfect, specimen of how peaceful the Species can be.

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a character in “The Guilded Cage: Slaves in need”, as played by Mathew Littlepaw



Age: 5 (Mature, = 30ish)
Species: Northern-breed Sergal.
Collar: White

Height: 7'3 (On hind legs)
Weight: 260
Eye color: Blue
Fur color: Blue/white

Personality: Alice is a silent, calculating, and quite intelligent Sergal. She possesses the ability to speak to others through their mind, but doesn't speak until she is spoken too. She can be easily trained, but doesn't just wish to serve as an instrument of beauty. She wants to please her master in more... physical... Ways. She is extraordinarily peaceful, despite the fact she is a Sergal, one of the most dangerous races known to humans, and will avoid conflict when ever she can.

-Fair masters
-Being touched

-Being hurt
-Disrespectful master.
-Other Sergals.

Most of Alice's history is unknown to even her, but she knows; she was raised across an ocean from the Raven house, meaning she was either raised in Asia, Europe, or Russia. She remembers the weather being mostly cold, which means she was MOST LIKELY raised in Russia, though she doesn't have many Russian-pet mannerisms.

She was brought to Raven house by chance; She was discovered on a ship as a stow-away in one of the crates. After being brought to the police, the sent her to Raven house to be trained.

So begins...

Alice's Story

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Character Portrait: Bloodsong Character Portrait: Naamah The Fallen Character Portrait: Hope Character Portrait: Alice Character Portrait: Aurora Rose Character Portrait: Nix Nir Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Alistair Character Portrait: Miyako Character Portrait: Narcissa Character Portrait: Kit Kuchini
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It begins
Raven Loft: Master Hall

The land of Thaiden has been in a elemental turmoil for the last six days and it can be guessed that such will remain for longer still. Winds bite at exposed flesh while the rain cuts like a blade in the open air. Lightning scythes through the sky and cracks against the earth in an act of grand furry, turning land into a smoldering pit, trees into burning splinters, and sand into glass. Everyone hides themselves from this hell on the landscape as they huddle together in their homes and shut themselves away in the cities.

But the house of Raven Loft stands strong.
The guards watch their patrols and the fires burn to light the way for all on foot in this storm, as armored bodies waltz in tune with one another to keep the sanctity of this place in check. However on the horizon the sight of lights approach, it is the wagons carrying their load of flesh and spirit to the destination of this revered hall and their load heavy this night.

Though the night is dark with a moonless sky none can falsely tell that they do not see life in these covered cages. The chiming tune of shackles rattling together with the sway of the horses gate, make many of the wagon drivers easy in the storm. For they know that when their destination is reached then a night of rest and pay are well in hand, while some who gleam into the cages look forward to much different delights

The time of the transaction is short and practiced, many bodies and lives are ushered out of their containers and into the open air of the storm before being marched into Raven Loft. Though some fight and struggle with their bindings a strike from the rod and the reassurance of special irons make all their efforts for naught.
Master Kenner in all of his regal attire stands with his cohort Pesshka in attendance, they both glare at the new flesh being walked in out of the storm and cast strange glances as the different forms pass by.

Kenner shines a large smile as the different tones of fur and flesh parade towards him and are lined up before his steps like a sideshow of bondage. His eyes see much too his liking as he notices more then the usual amount of rare product on display. He walks slowly towards the group as they are each brought to their knees by the guards in attendance. Though the treatment itself is not harsh, the guards know that damage goods are worth far less and do not wish to inquire either Kenner's or Pesska's wrath.
But he still smiles as he runs a hand over his exposed midsection, his wardrobe is relaxed as much as one could get but the very air about him is off and sickening slightly. Pesshka on the other hand has a rather perplexing outfit on for most of the slaves and new guards to see. Her entire body is covered in a crimson red body suit that appears to have no real opening save for section of heavy buckles. He face however is covered with a singular mask that is slate white and is painted to look like a child's doll. Rose red cheeks and heavy eyelashes, the very look of such a person in her position is rather disturbing in of itself.

She walks behind Kenner as he looks from one slave to another, calling out their name as he checks each one and lightly touches their bodies as if a salesman inspecting a product. As she speaks her voice is found to be the most disturbing aspect of her, more so then a match for her appearance.
When she speaks it sounds as if that instead of speaking for herself, a mouth full of disembodied voices speak for her. Ranging from the seductive voice of a temptress to the innocence of a lost child.

Kenner looks at the young man and smiles, even in such a vulnerable state he can see defiance in the little beast eye, More so then enough that he had to me muzzled prior to arriving. He runs a hand over the mans head stringing his fingers through his hair and keeping the smile bright. He feels around his shoulders and arms to gauge his physical strength as well to which he just grabs the Bloodsong by the chin and looks him in the eyes.."All this will change.. soon, mark him black" he says before walking by.

For this one Kenner has an unusual chirp of glee in his eyes, kneeling as he gets on her level and eyes her body over. He runs her hair over her ear and gets strangely close too her face before speaking.."Its been sometime since your kind have graced these halls." He brings his head beside hers lightly brushing her ear with his lips "Another one who could not do their job." That moment caused an involuntary pulse to come through her and his hands received it easily, making his smile brighten. "Pink & red.. we will see just how much she has left in her" Kenner then steps away.

Kenner cocks his head on its side when he looks at this little slave, her expression shows an amount of fear and suspense and then he can already tell what kind of place she came from. He goes to one knee and looks her over, the dried tears on her face ever distinguishable from the rain and light bruising shows she was in harmful care before coming to his hands. He runs a hand lightly up her stomach and over the her chest in no way on par for discomfort. He takes both her hands in his and looks at them.. "Hmm your rather young.. don't worry child, we don't do things like that here." He runs her hand across his cheek and slyly smiles.."Ahh, well trained hands.. Orange for her." Pesshka checks the list as he stands and walks on.

The creature before Kenner does not throw him off, he has seen a few Sergals pass through Raven Loft before but not many like this one. She was still almost face to face with him despite being on her knees and eager to see what kind she was he started to look and inspect, running his fingers through her mane slowly. To his surprise she leaned into his touch and he could tell that she was obviously misplaced from her original owner. But their loss is his gain either way, the look in her eyes showed a honed intelligence from already living among a well kept house. He looks back at her and grins"Aren't you a sweetheart.. but still your tameness is desirable, white shale do for you... maybe you will have a rather grand future." He steps away from the Sergal and moves towards the next.

~Aurora Rose~
Kenner looks down at the mashed amount of dreads in his vision, not even being able to see the slaves face without kneeling himself to look below her hair. One look however was enough to tell that she was rather temperamental about her position. She peered out through anger lit eyes and huffed in contempt through her nose, after which Kenner noticed the large iron ring around her neck. "Well.. have some brimstone in our blood do we."
He chuckles as he looks her over and runs a finger across the bottom of her chin, which in itself causes a heavy tense sensation coursing through her. He keeps his face lightly blank as he marks her.. "Red.. & black, she will be somewhat of a trouble in the future." He flips some of her locks off of her face and turns towards the next slave.

~Nix Nir~
He turns toward Pesshka after speaking the name from the list and looks back towards Nir with a surprised expression...My.. my you are far from home, aside from our little winged friend over there who might I add is not even from this plane. You got the others beat for distance." That is when he notices her irons, they bear sigils and a large silver inlay as he eyes them over. He leans in and puts his nose on her head and gives a deep breath of inhalation and pulls away with an exited sigh.."No not wolf.. or bear.. how perplexing, I'll have to see you for myself when the time comes." He brushes her long hair away from her neck and see's that she already bears a collar. Two halves Red and Black are both on the article and he laughs for a moment. "Well.. someones stubborn, but I guess your mine now" He takes one more sniff of her hair as he walks away.

Kenner looks over the little Neko before him, even though he has been locked in a cage for several days now and going through all this he looks up and Kenner with a strange sense of admiration in his eyes. Kenner can already tell that this boy, being at his age was sent away for extra training and that slightly pissed him off. "You know I dislike breeders, they think they can train them well but instead they make for poor company when it comes down to it." He gives the little Neko a scratch behind the ear and sees that he likes it.. "However he is in good shape and at least he has basic.. if not minor training already imprinted. Pink with a small mark of black, just to be sure." He steps away from the Neko finally.

The little girl lightly trembled at Kenner's feet, either by the cold or out of of the sensation of fear one could not tell. He looked her over and once again ran his hand up her stomach and chest lightly, he lifter her gaze to meet his and spoke.. "I see.. your even younger and lost, while that is I assure you quite sad the truth is now what it is. This is your fate, embrace it." He watched as her eyes danced to avoid his and then moved down onto her shoulders and hands. He picked one hand and began to run her fingers through with his.."Someone knows how to use a brush it seems.. Blue & Orange she has a future yet." He stands and moves on.

Off from the start Kenner could tell that this one was special, what little water that was left in her hair from the rain had lightly frosted over and began to flake off as he brushed her locks towards the side. She flashes him a bat of her eyelashes as he does this and he smiles in return. Going further he raises both her arms and can see the golden bracelets under her other bindings. "So.. an elemental, that should make you rather interesting in the long run." As if to test her resolve he grips her around the waist lightly with his hands and the reaction is only small look from her, not much different then before. However Kenner can tell the difference.. "Oh and you a deceptive one aren't you? Black.. preparations will need to be made for her cell." Kenner moves away from her then and proceeds.

~Kit Kuchini~
"Oh another, how quaint." Even though his words were not sarcastic there was a tone of jackass behind his teeth. He was not fond of Nekos himself, most people who required such a pet usually had something sick wrong with them. Then he looked back at Pesshka and remembered what he did in her training.. "Good times.. now about you" the young Neko was showing signs of wear and mistreatment, but despite this he did responded well to being touched in the right places. So the best part was that his spirit was not broken and he still had a chance to find a real master that was perfect for him. "I guess blue shall be alright for you.. for now"

Kenner stepped back placing himself at Pesshka's side and looked down at her chart before looking back up.

"Welcome to Raven Loft.. if you have not heard of this place then don't worry I don't give history lessons. Your life is now in my hands and I am Kenner your head master. All of your training comes through me and all of the trainers within Raven Loft answer to none other then me." He begins to walk back pacing himself in front of them.

"I understand this can be new and rather daunting at the moment, but give it time for the feeling will pass and with the passing of that comes acceptance. However if you insist on resisting whatever means we have to better you lives then I can assure you that your time here will become rather unpleasant. My head caretaker Pesshka will be in charge of your housing and care, if there is anything about your living conditions you require then by all means ask them of her. However I suggest you do not abuse her.. (hehe) good nature." The laugh was slightly snuffed out but the unease could not be broken with Pesshka staring with her expressionless mask over his shoulder.

Kenner strikes a rather serious face as he steps back and heads up the stairs.."Do not fight against your training.. do as your told and we shall all enjoy the days to come." Kenner walks up the stairs with his robe swaying behind him and then Pesshka steps into view.
~Its time to see your accommodations.. now.~
The guards ussher the new slaves up onto their feet and begin to lead them into the halls of Raven Loft, the ears of each are accosted by the sounds of other within the vast hall. Voices and sounds of more then a tempting nature can be heard, while other sounds are sweet and soft. Music that mixes within the vast archways can be heard coming from all around and as that sound grows dim the slaves are lead into a large housing room with parallel cells.

The cells sit in groups of four that are close, but not within arms reach of one another. It appears that all of the slaves will be set into the same area and that is when Pesshka speaks again.. ~Commom practice is you came here together so you stay together for as longs as required.~
The contents of the cells however are unique, they each hold a bed and table, a chair and even a slide in the back corner that maintains at least some privacy. The quarters here for slaves are meant for those with at least a sense of manners and Pesshka looks the group over as she pairs up cells for them. Her only concern is with the Sergal Alice, she may have some kind of prior training but Pesshka will still assign a guard to move her for 'walking' privileges.

*the orders go as such*
Four cells set almost corner to corner and each cluster is in sight of each other, each being a ten by ten cell for singular use. Each slave has a bed, table, chair, cup & mug, bathing pale(large thin steel bowl) and lightly concealed restroom. The rotation of the cells and contents can change with an order from Pesshka.

*placement is as such*

Bloodsong - Hope <--> Naamah - Miyako

Narcissa - Alice <--> Nix Nir - Aurora Rose
Alistair - Kit Kuchini

The guards leave out of the the room while three maintain their station at the entrance and Pesshka begins to follow them out. She turns and looks at the new slaves situated in their cells and speak..~If I might suggest.. no crying, I hate crying.~ She perks up for a moment before raising and hand and pressing her fingers together.
~Now good night and sleep dreams, we have a long day tomorrow.~ With that she snaps her fingers and somehow by cue the lights in the room begin to die slowly and dim the room to a more soothing tone.

The night is still young and our slaves are at rest for once in a long time, the shackles have been removed for freedom of movement and muzzles set aside. They have personal space too themselves now and even company that keeps no matter what one says. Hopefully the night will end with everyone still alive and well.

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Alice, the Sergal

The massive Sergal was lightly lost. Honestly she had only a slight idea of where she was, and had no idea who anyone else was. But she knew that they must have been in the same situation as her. After the master's little inspection, she saw a human-looking girl who she had never seen before placed in a cage near her. The girl's head was covered in long white hair, just as white as her own.

The girl looked quite beautiful, and made Alice feel a little self-conscious about her own looks. Being nearly 7-and-a-half feet tall, the human girl looked like a child next to her. It took Alice a while to notice the black color around her neck. Looking down at her own neck she saw she had one that was white. But, what was the difference?

Slowly she walked to the other side of her cage to get closer to the girl, before projecting forward her consciousness to find her. It didn't take very long before she succeeded. Locking onto the girls own consciousness she sent the girl a few short messages.

"Hello... What is your name?" being the first question.

"My name is Alice. I'm the one in the cell next to yours." Alice stated with a slight smile.

"Why is your collar black...?" She asked finally, deeply wanting to know the reason behind the coloring.

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Character Portrait: Bloodsong Character Portrait: Alice Character Portrait: Master Kenner
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The storm raging outside was a tall tale that escape would have been somewhat possible had she not been graced with the golden rings about her wrists prior to arrival. The guards seemed to know about her kind and took precautions after her first attack and now she could only cause the bare minimum of damage to someone now which usually was a bit of frost bite. She was taken inside with the others and already the sprinkle of water that flaked her hair was already frosting. She was damp and her outfit was beginning to cling, she made attempts to keep it from doing so but to no avail. As she was taken inside with the others and the light played over everyone once they were inside and she saw the different species and types she'd been grouped with. Her eyes fell to Pesshka and she tilted her head eyeing the attire the woman wore, but as she knew others would find the voice that came from the creature was inhuman and made her skin crawl. Kenner began examining each slave before her, they each still on their knees were examined one by one.
Narcissa's attention was drawn to Kenner as he briefly but swiftly began greeting each slave, one by one he addressed them, assessed them and then color collared them. When it was her turn she'd had her eyes cast down but feeling Kenner's fingers lacing their way into her hair to brush it away from her face she slowly lifted thick black lashes to briefly gaze at him, her eyes were a soft lavender in color as they were shadowed once more by the heavy lashes.
But the feel of his hands grasping and lifting her wrists had her tensing a little, her eyes focusing upon the golden rings that adorned her wrists and kept her from using the full potential of her powers. A sliver of pain trailed it's way up the middle of her spine as Kenner suddenly grabbed her about the waist with both hands and her eyes shifted from the lavender to an icy blue that seemed to illuminate as her lashes rose and she again gazed upon him. Kenner must have seen the affect he caused because he remarked upon it, and at the mention of her being deceptive she nearly smirked at him as he stepped away and declared her a black collar, releasing her waist and leaving her standing there a moment.

Her eyes shifted back to the soft lavender and she mused on what preparations he spoke of would need to be made to her cell. The mere thought of being in one had her nerves on end, but she'd fought once and the result was the golden rings about her wrists. She'd play nice for now, coy even if it drew her closer to freedom. Her attention was drawn back to Kenner as he introduced his what appeared to be second in command, Pesshka. The woman was in charge of making sure they were taken care of, nobody liked a poorly treated slave and so the task had been handed to her, one in which it seemed he enjoyed.
When the order was given to take them to their accommodations the guards ushered them all to their feet, Narcissa followed suit as they are led through the halls of Raven Loft she let her eyes roam over the walls, hearing the voices she grew slightly concerned and then it shifted to curiosity as to what was making to sounds.
She would have asked what was making the sounds or who the voices belonged to but the time wasn't now, instead she followed the others until they arrived in a very large room with parallel cells each square seemed fitting for 4 individuals, but they were separated by bars so each slave would have their own cell within the larger cell. When Pesshka spoke she listened as she remarked they'd stay together as long as required and then began ordering which cell each slave was to be put into. Once she was shoved into her cell Narcissa saw she was next to Alice as well as Bloodsong and hope and across from the others. The guards left the room with three stationed at the entrance.

Pesshka remained behind only to turn and comment how she suggested they not cry, that she hated it then as if in a way to be mocking said goodnight and sweet dreams. When the lights dimmed Narcissa stepped away from the bars as Pesshka vanished through the entrance way and sought her bed, her eyes roaming over the meager accommodations only suitable for slaves and her lip curled slightly. Sitting down upon the bed she sighed heavily at the reactions of the others, they were more pent up then she so she understood their fur being on ends and the like.
She was unhappy about their plight as well, but being verbal at this moment would do no good, so she remained silent, calm and only hoped tomorrow put her on a path to freedom. She touched the bars on the bed frame and it chilled slightly as a sheet of frost formed over the sheets, she slowly sank back placing her head on the pillow and reveled in the small peace the chill gave her.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Bloodsong Character Portrait: Naamah The Fallen Character Portrait: Hope Character Portrait: Alice Character Portrait: Nix Nir Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Alistair Character Portrait: Miyako Character Portrait: Kaede Akamori Character Portrait: Narcissa Character Portrait: Teagan Holmes Character Portrait: Kit Kuchini Character Portrait: Nitha Character Portrait: Mistress Syntira Character Portrait: Mistress Eavia Character Portrait: William "Mad Dog Bill" Manhoon Character Portrait: Genti Stone
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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.

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Character Portrait: Bloodsong Character Portrait: Naamah The Fallen Character Portrait: Hope Character Portrait: Alice Character Portrait: Nix Nir Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Alistair Character Portrait: Miyako Character Portrait: Kaede Akamori Character Portrait: Narcissa Character Portrait: Teagan Holmes Character Portrait: Kit Kuchini Character Portrait: Nitha Character Portrait: Mistress Syntira Character Portrait: Mistress Eavia Character Portrait: William "Mad Dog Bill" Manhoon Character Portrait: Genti Stone
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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."

* * * *

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.~

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Kenner looked down at Nix, in her feral form she was rather short in stature compared to many of the other of the shape shifters that he has shared company with before. However the feral aspect of the hyena could be seen more easily in her fur and the shape of her shoulders as she walked around him.

She was showing Kenner that she really didn't enjoy his company and her snarls and words only made it more clear that she was working up to something physical.
It was when she spoke of killing masters before him that he knew her opportunity was open for attack and he was right, she leaped forward with claws out and teeth bore directly at him. But he stood firm for the whole moment, goth his hands cupped behind him at the small of his back. He waited and watched as this one moment played out in a almost infinite amount of time as she attacked him.

She was brave indeed as he thought to himself, however the fact that she was brave did not really make up for much but a morale standpoint. As her form drew within the last few feet of his body Kenner brought up his right forearm and held it out in the direct path of her jaws.
Nix's teeth successfully sunk into Kenner's forearm and her claws dug into his left shoulders and body as she landed all of her body on his. But Kenner stood his ground so strongly that her impact caused his heels to dig a path back into the ground as it pushed him along. Her hind legs hit the ground with a thud and Nix found that he teeth could only go so far, despite having such a strong bite her bite could only go so far. As if something was restricting her jaws outright and to make matters worse he did not bleed. The wounds were slick with a wet taste, but no blood flowed with the opening of his flesh. The natural instinct to shake and jerk back on the prey was trying to take hold, however Kenner wrapped the other hand around the back of Nix's head and pressed her into the bite pinning her head to his arm.

As she tried to push off with her paws his robes began to take the most of the punishment, strands of fabric were flying as she struggled with his grip and the pressure on her head was beginning to make her jaw strain.
Kenner brought his head in close to hers and aligned his right eye with hers as he spoke quietly to her.. "Your right.. I am not human. Even less so then you, but I have watched them grow for a long time now and frankly as a whole they sicken me." He gave Nix's face a small nudge with his cheek as he moved in "I applaud your bravery, but it does not excuse your lack of common sense.. so let me educate you in ways far above your own."

It was at that moment that Nix felt something enter her mouth through the wound in Kenner's arm, the feeling of which would have made her gag had she not been preoccupied. But when that sensation ended came the feeling of pain as that thing that entered her was splintering and edging its way throughout her body, almost as if she had worms made of fire creeping under her skin.
The worst part was yet to come however as she could feel her head beginning to swim and her eyes began to roll back with the intense pressure behind them. Her vision began to dance with images not her own..
*Before her stood a massive city with the fires of torches dotting far into the distance, the sight was so high in fact that she could see it was from a tower like structure near the center of the cities mass. She noticed Kenner standing almost shoulder to shoulder with someone else, a woman with her back to him and clothed in Victorian dress. Her form was lithe and decorated with elaborate reds and purples. The person was easily determinable however as she turned to face Kenner and Nix could see a strangely familiar mask adorning her face with thick strands of oily black hair dancing all around. They took hold of each others hands and as the drew close the vision began to fade...*

As she came to, Nix was slightly doing convulsions on the grass with her mouth foaming. Her form had already reverted back to that of a human and to save her dignity Kenner laid his robes upon her body as she lay there.

Kenner himself was already half way back up the wall heading towards the group on the patio, he clambered up quickly and effortlessly flipping over the rail at the top.
"Well.. I think direct conversations would be a no at this point.. at least for those with Black Collars, Alice on the other hand I know can be easily communicated with." He pointed out over the grass towards the Sergal sat near the water on the rocks, grooming herself lightly.
"Now if you excuse me I must get a change of cloths.." The wounds that Nix had inflicted had already been closing themselves and as he finished speaking the last of them disappeared.

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Character Portrait: Bloodsong Character Portrait: Naamah The Fallen Character Portrait: Alice Character Portrait: Nix Nir Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Alistair Character Portrait: Miyako Character Portrait: Kaede Akamori Character Portrait: Teagan Holmes Character Portrait: Kit Kuchini Character Portrait: Nitha Character Portrait: Mistress Syntira Character Portrait: Mistress Eavia Character Portrait: William "Mad Dog Bill" Manhoon Character Portrait: Genti Stone Character Portrait: Silver Character Portrait: Liuvash Daronia Character Portrait: Quinn Character Portrait: Emalyn
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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.

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Character Portrait: Bloodsong Character Portrait: Alice Character Portrait: Nix Nir Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Alistair Character Portrait: Kit Kuchini Character Portrait: Nitha Character Portrait: Silver Character Portrait: Quinn Character Portrait: Persephone
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The look on Kenner's face softened when Quinn replied, it was obvious that she was not used to this at all and he should have at least had patience with her to begin with. But she broke rule and it was not a simple one like fighting, if she had ousted herself about it before hand then the whole incident would have passed with little consequence.
But the fact that she lied to him was weighing heavily on his mind, he so hated being lied to and even in Peeshka's case it took some time for her to realize that it would be wise to stay truthful to him.

Kenner nodded his head as he swallowed back his pride and spoke.. "Fine.. you want privacy, that I can arrange.." He was silent for a moment after that and just stared the young girl down, he hated having to treat others like children. But no matter how old they are in nature the only one within the hall of Raven Loft closer to his age would be Peeshka herself and even she doesn't know how old she is.
Kenner clenched his fingers and help them over his shoulder as if to snap them and he turned his head to the side looking away from both the offending players in the short game and returned for he last time. "I am truly sorry for what is about to happen.. but you both brought it on yourselves." Even though he knew Bloodsong could not really understand what was happening or what he was saying, Kenner snapped his fingers as a signal to Peeshka.

The woman in red leather paused for a moment after his snap and then began to run her hands up her chest towards the center of her neckline. It was there that she revealed a small clasp just below the edge of her mask and when she undid it, the whole chest of her outfit began to unbutton. What revealed itself were not only two mound like protrusions that gave the semblance of breast, but also a long row of clasped teeth that extended from the base of the neck and traveled down past her navel. As she did this Peeshka's body moved as though she were stretching some muscle that had long gone without proper use and with a quick gasp of air the lining of teeth opened to form a large mouth.

The sounds of people screaming could be heard in the back of that great maw and as their calls echoed loader still tendrils of black oozing mass whipped out of the mouth and began to chase down the two slaves. Thought the first thought was to flee from the sight, the appendages were too many and too fast snaking around leg and neck, arm and torso.
Quinn could fight all she wanted but her higher strength afforded her little resolve as the dark tendrils pulled her closer to Peeshka. Even Bloodsong was not going to give in as he jumped with great height to escape but was snatched out of the air like a crippled winged bee in mid summer. He still fought however jerking and twisting, only when he sunk his teeth into the tendril around his left arm did he realize it tasted foul as mulled wine mixed with swamp water.

The two were dragged towards Peeshka's waiting jaws and as Quinn was being pulled up into the teeth she found that they did not pierces, in fact they feeling was soft and transparent like the touch of a brush. She still struggled however and when her legs were being consumed she felt no pain.
Nor did she feel anything, just a cold euphoria of sensation running up and down her legs like something was dancing toe to toe along her extremities. As she peered in should could not see through the darkness of what was inside and only when her waist was in did she recognize such a feeling, her body was being dragged in by the pull of dozens of anxious hands grabbing and groping to find hold and pull. She could only puzzle out the feeling as the rest of her body was jerked in and the Bloodsong was to follow, the same path the same sensations and with a practiced jerk of his legs the young wolfkin passed more quickly.

So now the two were consumed by darkness, an ever present void as with being there they found their minds becoming heavy and their bodies sluggish. Only when full suppression had overtaken them did they cease to fight the darkness and the state of unconsciousness befell them.

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Roldan looked at the young Neko before him and sighed as she made a good understatement of how she felt about her situation. Even though the she didn't speak he knew that she didn't like the idea of where she was and what was transpiring.
He gave her as best a soft smile as he could and looked to his guardsman.."Take her to the holding area, and make sure she gets fed.. I'll deliver the paperwork back to the office and file everything away." The two men at her side nodded and lightly took Persephone under the arms and walked her down the long hallway so they bring her through the master hall.

It was a short walk for them and the scent of food was beginning to fill the air as they got closer.
Persephone could see a group of people with food entering the room ahead of her from the other door, as she was lead in and released by the guards who slowly closed the gate behind her she could see the whole of the room before her. Peeshka had just finished closing her suit back up and the other slaves were scattered about the room.

It was at this time they could see Evix for the first time, tough most of her outfit covered her body her face was still plainly visible. The dark raven black hair that crested out from her head and the lightly greenish blue scales that covered her face were enough of an indicator that she was reptilian in nature. Her helpers began to ladle food into large wooden bowls and lay then on trays with loafs of bread. Another would place a large canter water on the side with a small bowl of fruit.
As they worked the room began to fill with the aroma of sauced meat and the spice of the broth tickled the nose.

Kenner was still staring at the spot Quinn occupied before the sound of the gate at the other end of the room caught his and Peeshka's attention. He looked at the young Neko walking in with the irons still on her wrist and smirked a small glance at her. Even though the past moments had gotten him down, he could still relish in the fact that it was only for that moment.
As he walked up to Persephone and looked her over he could tell that she had been living in rough conditions before being brought to him. As he reached down and took hold of her hands to lift them up he also undid the latching of her irons. The small bolts snapping easily with a little tug from his fingers, and they to fell to the floor disappearing into a gleam of light. "Go ahead and eat for now, you can breath easy now.. there is a home for you here." He did his best to comfort the look in her eyes, giving the top of her head a rub with his hand and caressing one of her ears as he did so.

He pointed out towards the kitchen staff as they were handing out trays of food to the other slaves.

One of them, a young girl layed out a larger tray with four bowls in front of Nitha as she lay on her warmer. The woman flashed her a nice smile before returning to her work and soon the whole staff was done with their duties and every one of them moved back out the gate after the food was handed out.