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Bloodsong

"From a far away island, where his kin roamed and ruled alone."

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

Description

Name: Bloodsong

Nicknames: None.

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Height: 6ft

Weight: 150lbs

Species: Half-humanoid.

Collar: Black

Description: Tall and sinewy, Bloodsong looks like he's designed to move fast and kill faster. A pair of green eyes glare out at the world through a mop of black hair which frames his face, has two rough braids down either side below his ears. A blood red stripe goes across his face, a tattoo done in a red pigment as a mark of his pack and the day he earned his name. A large pair of wolf-like ears protrude from his hair, and from the base of his tailbone is a large black bushy tail. Underneath the grime filth, Bloodsong's skin is lightly tanned, marked with a few various scars from fights gone by. He has extended canines, and his nails have been sharpened to claws for his hunting, the nails themselves cracked and filthy.

Personality: More animal than humanoid, Bloodsong is wild; vicious and a ruthless hunter. He speaks very poorly, and resorts more to animalistic sounds accompanied with hand and body gestures to get his point across.

History: Born far off in an exotic island, inhabited by wild wolven humanoids; Bloodsong was part of the pack that roamed the small isles' forests. At around 15, he was tested for his worth and passed. His reward was his name, and the red mark that crosses his face. It wasn't until recently he had contact with humans, when a boatload of adventurers landed on the shores. Captured trying to defend his pack, Bloodsong was taken away from his home and found himself sold into the slave trade.

Anything else: Currently his attire is ragged hides that have been poorly cured and made into a form of loincloth. A necklace of various predator teeth hang from around his neck.

Former masters & training:None as yet.

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So begins...

Bloodsong'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.

~Bloodsong~
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.

~Naamah~
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.

~Hope~
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.

~Alice~
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.

~Alistair~
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.

~Miyako~
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.

~Narcissa~
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
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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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Character Portrait: Bloodsong Character Portrait: Naamah The Fallen Character Portrait: Hope Character Portrait: Aurora Rose Character Portrait: Nix Nir Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Miyako
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Miyako slid deeper into the side of the cage, the fear of her bonds and the unknown that awaited her drowned out by the frightening sounds of thunder and the lightning that seemed so close. With every bolt she counted, hoping that the number would get higher each time, but it didn't. Sometimes the count would be four seconds, sometimes eight seconds, sometime more. The fear grew in her body from the thought that she may never make it to her destination, that she may be killed by a stray bolt.
It seemed like so long ago that her village was attacked, she had hidden for several days in a the fields, hoping that the men would go away. What she didn't understand was the men were not thieves, or a barbarian tribe attacking to get what they could and leave. The men were there to stay. When she finally came out from the fields to forage for food, she was spotted by a young boy who pointed her out to his father and she was grabbed. "I hate that boy." she says almost everyday. "I wish he were dead!" Instead of killing her like they had most of her village, the men saw her as a way to make more money and she was sold to slavers.

Miyako slid her legs tighter against her small body. She is fifteen years old, but she looks younger. "I just want out of here." she whimpers quietly. She sits shivering in her chains, the booms of thunder frightening her waiting for them to reach wherever.

The wagon stopped and she was dragged from the the wagon and set on her knees. Miyako sat with her head down afraid to look up and see what might be there, who might be there. She could hear him call out names like ~Bloodsong~ and ~Naamah~ and ~Hope~, but after every name his voice got lower, not softer, but lower and more menacing. Whoever was speaking, she was already scared of him.

"~Miyako~" the voice called. Miyako jumped just abit, her body shook more - it was her turn. The man touched her stomach and rode hisfinger to her chest and then lifted her face upward. His eyes looked so hard, so cruel, she tried to look everywhere but at him.
"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 napped. He ran his fingers on her hands, probed her fingers with his, "Someone knows how to use a brush it seems.. Blue & Orange she has a future yet." He said coldly then moved on.

As scared as she had been the whole way, she was terrified now. She struggled not to cry, but it was hard. Tears built up in her eyes, some falling on the ground. Before she was afraid of what was going to happen, this was worse, much worse than what she thought it would be.

Miyako never looked up the whole time, not when he finished his speech, not when his assistant spoke, not when they put her in a cell. She couldn't look, it would be too real, too scary. When they unchained her in her cell she just stood there, not moving. The woman told them not to cry, but she had too, she was too scared and it all seemed to hopeless. So, she quietly cried, her tears falling from her face.

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The soft rumble of a purr erupted from Kit's throat, the result of the man who had been glancing over him just moments before. Kit was a sucker for attention.

He was afraid, yes, but then Kit was afraid of his own shadow. Quite literally. There were often times in which Kit had near on jumped out of his skin at his shadow surprising him, the way it crept up on him like that. He knew others laughed at him for his cowardice, but Kit preferred to see it as caution. Yes, he was just being cautious.

The cell he had been taken too was pretty nice. It covered all of his basic needs and in comparison to some of the conditions he had been kept in prior to this, it was pretty luxurious. It certainly was better then being chained to a concrete floor without food or water for days on end with lacerations due to cruel restraints and unattended injuries. He considered moving himself onto the bed, getting comfortable, but decided instead to rotate himself around the edges of his cell so he could get a good look at what was going on. He needed to orient himself and there was just so much going on!

His eyes went wide with shock as he took note of some of the other creatures sharing this place with him. However, it was a growling wolf-like being that frightened him far into the corner of his cell, as far away from the other one's space as possible. He brought his knees up to his chest and hissed, his tail flicking. That thing would rip him to pieces if it got near him! He'd only been here a short moment and already he felt like his life was in jeopardy! He really didn't like dogs.

His cat ears perked as he was distracted by the soft sound of weeping. "Hello? Are you okay?" he said softly, though he couldn't see the person who was crying. He meowed again softly and walked towards the side of his cell closest to the sobbing sound, trying not to notice the wolf creature again. He purred and nuzzled at the barrier of his cell, doting affection upon it simply because he could not play kitty to the upset person.

He wouldn't cry. Not yet. Things weren't too bad, so far, other than that scary dog thing. He'd seen far worse in his short life and showed gratitude every day for being rescued from that horrific man from his past... the one who left his mark forever on Kit's body, as well as psychological and emotional scarring. As long as he wasn't being tortured, Kit thought he could keep relatively quiet and follow orders.

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Bloodsong's growling had stopped for now and he remained crouched in -his- corner, ears folded back as he watched the other three in the cell. Curious creatures they were, like the others he'd been forced to travel with. This cell was cramped, and awful; the creature didn't like this at all.

He wanted to be outside, in the wind and the rain and the dirt. Out running in the trees, hunting. Not, trapped in this place inside behind bars.

His ears perked as he heard crying, and talking from the other rooms; but his attention now moved to the other three in this room with him. Curiously, he sniffed in their direction; their strange scents mingled with the smell of sweat and fear. One hand moved to itch at the black collar around his throat, he was unsure as to why he'd been marked this way. The words his captors spoke made little sense to him, his own people used barks and body language to communicate; this things used... strange sounds to communicate.

Perhaps over time he could learn to make sense of them, at least their body language had aspects he could pick up on; as well as their facial expressions. He would survive this 'trial' and escape, he was going to make sure of this.

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Character Portrait: Bloodsong Character Portrait: Naamah The Fallen Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Teagan Holmes
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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.

Teagan Holmes


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.

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The winged creature spoke at him, and Bloodsong's gaze snapped up to him and stared at her. What -was- she? She wore very little clothing, it wasn't like what his Kin wore. They wore the hides of their enemies and tore out their teeth for trophies, this winged being wore something unnatural looking; it held a slight shimmer to it in the light.

He barely understand the words, the way she spoke seemed to be a mixture of langauge sounds. He understood her facial expressions moreso. He nodded his head in response, and stared at her wings. The only winged creatures he knew of were birds, which were hunted for food. They were delicious.

His ears flicked in curiosity and his head tilted to the left, then the right a little. What are you?

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Naamah felt her lips twitch in to a small smile, she seemed to be getting through to this creature. It brought back more memories of her time watching his kind, it was a pastime for her while she wasn't fighting. The tilt of his head and the flick of his ears she came to realize was him trying to figure her out. She bit her lip, a habit she picked up from her husband, and tried to remember how to show she was a friend. That she didn't want to hurt him. It took her a few minutes of studying him and digging through memories, but she found the right way to reply to him.

Scooting forward she let out an approximation of a friendly whimper and yip, tilting her head to the side and looking at him. She hoped he would get the picture, because it would be nice to have a friend as out of place as she was in this world of humans. As she moved her wings flapped gently, sending a breeze through the room. It was such a normal thing for her Naamah didn't even noice it.

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Everything she knew of his kind came flooding back to her when he bowed in his show of play. Now she understood, he wasn't dull or even naive. He was simply speaking another launguage, and one she could now speak. She moved her wings like he would his ears, perking them forward and bowed forward like he did. Her hands smacked the ground and she smiled. Friend, she replied in the subtle language that was of his kin.

Communicating with this creature was the first time Naamah had felt like and angel since she fell, it was heart lightening experience. It made her think, just for a small moment that there really was a god, and he didn't abandon her. The feeling wouldn't last, she knew that much, but it was nice to pretend for a time.

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The movement of her wings confused him for a few moments, then he realised she was using them to communicate; like he did his ears. Friend, came her reply, which caused the creature to smile; his tail wagging a little more in a show of happiness. He didn't know -what- she was, but she showed at least some trustworthiness. He barked and used his body language to try and get to know this female winged creature more, there was no harm in having allies; especially right now.What are you? Does winged non-Kin have name? Hopefully she understood, no doubt to anyone else who didn't speak his language; it would just sound like he was barking and yipping at the woman.

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Sitting back the fallen angel thought about what to tell him. She couldn't use her usual angel of The Lord spiel, so she would have to come up with something else to tell him. She racked her brain until she found that she couldn't think of anything but the truth. Sighing the angel translated her thoughts and words in to the complex language of the wolf kin. I am a fallen warrior of a god, you can call me sliver or fallen. She didn't know if he would believe her or even care, but it felt good to tell someone. Even if he was half wolf. Who are you, wolf-kin? She tilted her head to the side with her wings dropped slightly, her depression from her fall and loss shining through.

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I am a fallen warrior of a god, you can call me sliver or fallen. The winged creature replied. She was a warrior, which instantly gained her respect from the wolf-kin. He sat on his haunches and looked at her as she asked his name, her sadness evident. He had no idea what the fallen part meant, but warrior was the same in any language. I am Bloodsong He replied, his tail swishing across the dirty floor. I shall call you Silverfeather. A warrior needs a warrior name. He whimpered softly and tilted his head the other way, studying her. Silverfeather, your sadness seems greater than being in this cage. What causes this?

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Naamah The Fallen


Naamah smiled at the name he gave her, it was beautiful and powerful at the same time. Only such a primal creature could come up with it, but it described her so very well. How she didn't quite fit in with anyone's idea of an angel, let alone her siblings. When the wolf-kin asked her why she was so sad, Naamah paused, genuinely supprised by how perspective he was. Although she really shouldn't have been, reading body language was the only path to survival with his kind. I feel great sadness for losing my tribe. She took a deep breath and tried to keep the tears in her eyes from falling. And I lost my mate. I can't move on either, my kind mate for life, if we ever do find a mate.. The angel pulled her knees up to her chest, thinking about Nathaniel.

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He saw her smile when he gave her a better name than she offered originally, it was was considered extremely rude to decline a given name. When she told him she'd lost her tribe, and her mate; his ears drooped sadly and he lowered his gaze. I understand, I was taken from my tribe and had my mouth covered. We traveled far from my home. A sad whimper left his lips and he sighed softly. I do not know your sadness about loosing your mate. I feel sorrow for you.

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Naamah The Fallen


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.

Teagan Holmes


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.

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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.

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Bloodsong bristled and his tail lashed back and forth. I am not a creature for them to tame. He replied, his ears twitching, his teeth baring a little. I will kill them if they try. He saw her sadness, and noted it; but he was too proud, and stubborn. He was a warrior, a hunter, a fighter; a killer. Not a soft, tear-filled creature that would bow to every whim of their captors.

Another captive was bought forth and shoved into the cage nearby Bloodsong, his instant reaction was to lay his ears back and snarl at the creatures who had bought this captive. His second was to snap his head around to look at the new creature, wariness in his eyes.

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Their conversation ended when a strange woman with some kind of mask arrived outside the bars, his ears flattened against his skull as he looked at her; his teeth baring slightly. Although 'Silverfeather' showed no fear to this woman and they spoke, the winged woman speaking through pain, anger, bitterness. He wished he understood the tongue they spoke, as he was curious about their conversation.

He glanced at the others in the cell, still wary as they hadn't done much aside from shed tears. Showing such weakness wasn't allowed in his pack, there was times for tears; but when one was trapped, they had to remain strong. The strong would survive.

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Hope lifted her head as another girls sobs sounded through her cage.
She wiped at her tears once more and looked up, trying to find the source and praying she were human so she could at least communicate with her. The other girl in her cage, the angel seemed afraid of nothing and she admired her for that.
She hated herself for not having any guts and not being able to stand up for her self, she was even so pathetic and sickly that her father at sold her. Her Father.

She looked around to room but there was no human here - she must be in a different cage.
Hope sighed and carried on inspecting, avoiding eye contact with the one in the corner.
Being here was hell, yes but it could not be any worse than home, she reminded herself and scraped her soaked hair out of her eyes.
She needed to be strong, if not she feared she'd fall apart, such a sickly child she was.

Standing up she noticed a woman walk in with a black lace mask, Hope stepped back into the darkness praying she wouldn't talk to her. She remembered her as Master Kenner's second in command and took a deep breath.
What if she were here to kill her? She was too weak to fight and being ill as she was she'd just be loose end, of course she could play and paint but was that enough to keep her alive?

"Please let it." She whispered to no-one but herself.

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As the black liquid spilled across the room, Bloodsong's initial reaction was to yell at it; the yelling would have sounded like barking to anyone else. He was crouched on his haunches again, his clawed hands balancing himself on the ground.

Although he didn't expect it to shoot out at him and the other, slamming him against the ceiling. He thrashed against the strange stuff that was holding him, trying to bite it; trying to claw his way free. He wasn't getting anywhere, but he was refusing to be scared of this... whatever it was.

With a sudden movement and a thud, he found himself back on the floor once again, partially winded. Nevertheless, he scrambled to his feet again and snarled at the strange woman who was now just... skipping away.

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"A Penthouse?" Syn stood baffled for a few moments. She hadn't planned on staying at the Raven Loft, but she wouldn't dare be rude enough to deny his generous offer. "Can't I see the little darlings first? What if they have a favorite color? I might have to accommodate their tastes in my decision." The soldiers seemed to be just as stubborn as she, but she could tell they were acting more on fear than simple respect of their Lord. Inhaling slowly, Syntira crossed her arms. One of her eyebrows raised, and the slits in her eyes seemed to thin. "I assure you, whatever Penthouse I am left with will be fine. I am not very picky when it comes to my housing. Trust me, my kind live in caves."

"I am sorry, Miss, but we have our orders." One of the bolder guards spoke up. Sighing, Syn decided that it was best to not cause trouble just upon her arrival. "Fine... Take me to the rooms. I assure you, we'll be back down here in a few moments." The Dragonkin was lead down a narrow corridor then up a few flights of stairs. When she reached the floor that held the penthouses, a smile immediately spread over her face. "My my... Your Lord certainly knows how to treat customers." She cooed, running her fingers along one of the wall decorations.

"He will be pleased to hear that, Mistress. Master Kenner took careful preparations to ensure the happiness and comfort of all those staying with us. Now, how about this room?" Syntira was ushered into a room and her jaw dropped. Floral decorations hung everywhere; ranging in color from fuchsias and lavenders to roses and violets. It was... Not her type.

"This room won't do. It's too... Human." Syn shook her head and made a "shooing" gesture with her arms. The man looked at her confused for a moment, before clearing his throat and piping up. "Right, Dragonkin. Being a Master and having interacted with many species, Master Kenner has rooms for peop-... For your kind." The Dragonkin flashed him a wicked smile, and he turned swiftly and led her down the lobby-looking room. Another door opened and her smile instantly widened. Black silk adorned the gorgeous king bed with silver lining. Black and silver seemed to be the theme of the room, along with the choice fabric of silk. She walked through the room, running her fingers along the furniture happily. About 10 feet from the foot of her bed stood a fireplace-something very important for a reptilian species like herself. The room was perfect.

"Miss, we have also been instructed to tell you of a mid-day lunch with the Master. We will inform you of when you are to come dow-"
"Downstairs? I'm planning on making a trip there already. I told you I wanted to see the little beasties Master Kenner has, and trust me, if I miss out on them because of you sweeping me around this place no one will be happy." Her face fell for a few moments after the last words, staring into the guard's eyes. Just before the man finally breathed again, she smiled and cocked her head to the side. "Now, make sure that fire is running and we'll be alright. Well, shall we?"

Led by a few soldiers, Syntira hurried down the stairs that the Prince had just wandered up. They passed briefly, just enough for Syn to make eye contact with both Kaede and Teagen before continuing with determination. The guards exchanged wary looks before leading her down the hallway towards the room containing the prized merchandise, just as Eavia had stepped out.

"Master Kenner?" She called into the room. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything-" Syntria stopped when her eyes fell upon a small boy towards the back of the room. He had white ears with a matching white tail, and her eyes didn't move from his figure. He was the first Neko she had seen this close, and she was immediately drawn to him. She smiled warmly, not knowing if the boy was watching her or not. Next her eyes scanned and locked on the next Neko she saw, a canine-like boy with a red stripe across his face. He was growling in the corner, and she was concerned of what had upset him so. Scenting the air, Syntira's attention turned again. A... Hyena? Such a thing of beauty... The Dragonkin thought to herself. She wanted to get a closer look at all the species, but her attention was immediately drawn to the Nekos and the Werehyena.

"I'm sorry Lord Kenner, she insisted. We will take her back if that is what you-" The man was silenced by a harsh reptilian glare shot at the man. A couple moments passed before she relaxed her gaze.
"Master Kenner, may I have a closer look? " Only then did the Mistress turn to the newly identified Master Kenner, noticing him walking away from a beautiful Naga. She smiled, Dragonkin and Nagas were close species. She couldn't wait to communicate with her later. Noticing the Lord's head in his hand, she swiftly traveled across the room, laying a comforting arm on his shoulder.

"Master Kenner, is everything alright?"

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A strange creature was bought in, not at all like anything else in here; or anything he'd seen ever. Not that fact really counted for anything when he was used to Wolf-kin and the animals that lived on his island. He watched quietly as they set her down, and the man did... something.

The walls started to move, causing him to start and glare at everything around him; and soon enough there was what appeared to be one giant cell in the centre of the room.

The one thing that calmed him out of his defensive growling was the smell of some kind of food, which smelt nothing like he was used to at all. Caution though, stayed his path from grabbing a bowl and stuffing the contents into his mouth. He had no amount of trust for anyone except Silverfeather. She was the only one that had proven her worth at this point.

No. Food could wait, he'd gone without for longer; he wouldn't waste away. Instead, he sat down against the back wall and watched the others quietly.

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The smell of that food was making his stomach rumble hungrily, but no! He would not give into the food! He didn't know what these... creatures had done to it. They'd captured him, roughed him about, shoved him in small boxes and clamped his mouth closed. There was no reason at all to trust those things. It seemed most of the others were happily eating, which might not be a smart thing to do.

No, this was smarter...

More of those creatures, some stranger looking than others, were arriving and talking to each other. They seemed to be alpha's, both the males and females. But they weren't fighting, which was a curious thing to him. Interested, he continued to watch.

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Kenner beckoned Syntira and Eavia, Peeshka was bringing up the rear of the group and they moved up the stairs once more. They traveled all the way back towards the penthouse ring and as they edged the top of the stairs turned to head directly away from kenner's quarters. The small group moved through the large oaken doors at the other end of the large ring and it was then they stepped into the dinning hall.
Kenner himself was glad to see that Kaede already seated, this made his happy that at least something was going as planned and he allowed the others to take their seats anywhere on the large table they wished. He could see though that the woman that accompanied Kaede were beginning to leave, their white dresses and pert form marked them as the attendants of the penthouse quarters. The fact that they are slaves as well did not bother him because they had been born into such a fate and therefore were content with their place in life.

He sat as well at the head of the table and only bothered to pour himself a glass of whine from a nearby bottle. Pesshka moved herself behind him and gave his head a slight caress as she stepped away and moved out of the room back into the main rotunda and down the stairs.
"I am glad to see that we could all finally take some time to converse." He takes a small sip of his wine, which strangely has a moggy purple color and given the aspect of the silver lined bottle only makes the drink more strange.
"Before we begin with any other pleasantries I would like to ask if either of you have any other question?"

* * * *

Pesshka moved herself back down into the main hall and stood in the wash of the midday light coming from the venting in the ceiling. She could not really feel the light but for her, to just bask in it was good enough.
One of the guards approached her and spoke.."Mam.. are you not going to attend the lunch hour with Kenner?" His words were calm and firm, he had no real fear of Pesshka as he had worked under her for a long time. Peeshka did not do much but move slightly shifting her hips and stance to face him. ~No.. he is with his "Clients".~ The very tone in which she spoke meant words of apathy towards what was happening upstairs.

She perked up for a second, as if the look of enthusiasm could be seen rushing across her nonexistent face. ~I think I will go see how the stock is doing with their meal.. You know how the first feeding can be.~

She trotted off once more with a skip in her step as if a child who was going to play a nice game after the troubles of school. Within a few minutes she was back within the holding area once again and she was looking at the kitchen hands as they were leaving with their machination in hand. The scent of the food could still be smelt in the air and she tilted her leather wrapped head back to catch some more of it.
It was then that she began to walk the cells, peering in and seeing what the ones inside were up to. If they were eating and behaving she could care less, that was not the aspect she was looking for. In fact she was looking for the ones with more interest in their eyes and actions in the being. Her first sight came when she laid her eyes on Bloodsong, she looked into his cell and could see that he was not touching his meal. Leaning against his bars she looked him over and knew that he was in suspect of the food handed to him.

While she could see that he was right in his suspicion, but it was that fact that meant he would most likely fight eating. So she knocked on his bars and pointed. ~Eat..~ she poked her finger in the direction of the bowl and bread, the made a motion towards the mouth on her mask. ~Can you even understand?..~
She could also hear the commotion coming from the cell where Nix was caged, she continued to boast and rouse more attention then was warranted.

She could hear the bestial slave mentioning that she would kill Kenner and leave this place to travel back home. Peeshka took a small step back from Bloodsong's cell and turned towards Nix's position..~Why don't you get it in your furry little head.. This is your home.. for now. Until someone finds you necessary for work of more and you are bought.~

~If you aren't bought however then you are always welcome to stay here and be my Master's little guest, that or you can work at earning your freedom some other way.~
The cacophony of her voices spilling over the lips of her white ivory mask. Peeshka was not one to tell lies and she meant the fact that freedom was a possibility. However she did not mention that freedom could come in many unwanted methods.

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Miyako laid on her bed, the food sitting on the tray on the floor. She heard that awful clacking sound again. That meant that crazy woman was coming back, the one with the mask. Miyako's body froze in fear as the sound got closer, the noise frightened her, more so than anything else she has seen or heard that awful clacking on the stones. She puts her hands over her ears wishing it would go away.
"Eat!" a voice calls in an angry and commanding voice. At first she thought it was meant for her; she bends over and picks up her tray ready to eat it. But then she realizes that she isn't talking to her. Miyako carefully sets the tray down trying to be as quiet as possible, sliding it in the shadows. Then she rolls back on her bed and curls up in a ball hopeful the woman won't pay any attention to her.

"I should have shut-up earlier." she whispers to herself, "I never should have said I hope you do. That was stupid." Miyako looks around the cell to see if the woman is coming, "What if she knows. I need to be a better girl. I need to be more careful." she thinks to herself.

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Bloodsong looked at Peeska, and snarled. He assumed from her movements that she expected him to eat.

She was the last person in this place that would get him to eat. Especially after how she attacked them earlier with that... whatever it was. He laid his ears flat against his skull and snarled at her, only stopping when she turned her attention to the werehyena woman.

His eyes moved back to the food, the scent stiff wafting in the air. No Bloodsong. Be strong.