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Orange Collar.

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


Name: Hope - Not given a surname.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Classification: Slave
Race: Human
Height: 5'3
Weight: 104 llbs
Eye color: Brown
Hair colour: Brown


Personality: Hope is very quiet but that might just be because she doesn't want to get beaten, she's incredibly talented at playing all manor of instruments and loves to paint. She's simple, having not had much education even before she was turned into a slave and therefore has never even dreamt of plans to escape. She's cowardly and constantly on edge. Hope doesn't like to talk to people and will only speak when spoken to - at home she was never a shy character but being here, the constant fear has forced her in on herself.
Likes: Hope loves to paint and play all different instruments, one being her voice. But that's not all, she's also loves animals and flowers but then again you can't blame her she is only a teenage girl after all.
Dislikes: Hope hates - like almost anyone - getting beaten, she also hates bug and living in her conditions, that's not really a very good thing. She almost lives in her own faeces so it's difficult to avoid coming across one, maybe a hundred little bugs a day.

History: Hope lived in a small island just off the coast. She was a lively girl with high hopes to become a singer, she was - as her name suggests - a hopeful girl, that was until her father sold her to get some money. She was stolen away in the dead of night, not given a minute so scream out for help before she was gagged and thrown onto the back of a truck, only later on did she find out the man that did this to her was her own father who had gone out gambling and got into debt. Since that betrayal she hasn't spoken a word unless being spoken to and can never trust anyone, ever again.

So begins...

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

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

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

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Eavia looked around the atruim, then back at Kenner and two other men.
"Pleased to meet you," She says, bowing her head slightly "I am Mistress Eavia."

Eavia turns her gaze to the Prince "So it's ok for other species to be enslaved but not your precious humans? Really, you'd think the, what do you call yourselves? Oh yes, the most 'intelligent' species would understand that they are just like the rest of 'us' and judging by that girls standards she won't last a week. Also if you were what you so 'modestly' say you are she wouldn't have gotten caught now would she?" She quips, knowing she shouldn't but sometimes human's infuriate her.

She then bows her head to him "I apologise but sometimes people just need to be put it their place."

She then turns from the men and inspects the slaves, most are species she knew of like the Naga, but had never seen.
"How wonderful." She whispers to herself and then says, more loudly to Kenner "How do you get such an amazing collection of slaves?" She asks, smiling a little brighter than usual, she enjoyed observing such ferocious creatures.

Then her eye lands on a Neko, nothing special really but she can't stop looking at him and even Eavia, whom doesn't own a soul has to have a small soft spot for him.
She can see that the Neko had grown up into slavery, otherwise she doubted he'd be so well tempered.
"Could you please tell me the collar of the Neko Kenner?" She asks, extending a slim, gloved finger to the creature.

She wanted it and, it was fact, that Mistress Eavia always got what she wanted.



Hope noticed the human girl standing behind her but didn't want to say anything, as if the startle her and anyway, how did she know that she wasn't as vicious as the rest of them. Although she hardly looked it.

Sighing, she trudged along behind the others, occasionally looking behind her, just seeing glimpses of another human thrilled her, but she dare not speak.

Gasping, she looks around the atrium as they enter, it's beautiful with a glistening lake and soft dewy grass.
She wants to just run and dance in it, but being whom she is, Hope says silent and finds a secluded place among the trees, watching the other human girl as she goes to sit by the lake.

Really, she doesn't look very dangerous and I'm at least a little taller, I could take her if she tried anything, Hope muses, standing.

She walks timidly over and whispers "Hello." Some distance away.

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Miyako stared into the lake, the fish were beautiful and there were many she had never seen. Her attention was interrupted by a voice from behind her, "Hello."
Miyako turned around, startled that someone may be speaking to her. It was the other girl from the cells. Miyako got up, then bowed, "Hello." she said nervously. Miyako looked around nervously trying to think of something to say, but she couldn't think of much, "My name is Miyako. What's yours?"
Before she could get an answer, Miyako saw Kenner on the ground and the singing girl has attacked him. When she bit into his arm she was sure he would be killed. But instead the girl seemed to go into a trance and then fell on the ground in convulsions and then Kenner laid clothing on her.
"What?" she wondered out loud. Then she said nothing.

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"So it's ok for other species to be enslaved but not your precious humans? Really, you'd think the, what do you call yourselves? Oh yes, the most 'intelligent' species would understand that they are just like the rest of 'us' and judging by that girls standards she won't last a week. Also if you were what you so 'modestly' say you are she wouldn't have gotten caught now would she?"
The woman's words have caught Kaede completely off guard. He's not used to people talking to him as such. But what really catches his attention is her ability to read his mind. He isn't necessarily surprised that she can; there are many creatures out there capable of that ability, he just didn't really think about it. Before he can organize his thoughts she has turned away from him and her interests lie elsewhere. "Some things are better left unsaid." he muses to himself smiling, trying not to show how irritated he is at her dressing down. "I must be more careful in my thoughts." he decides.

His attention returns back towards the grounds and the creatures below. He tries to wash the woman's words from his mind but her finds it difficult. She obviously misunderstood his thoughts or she's hypersensitive, he isn't sure which it is, he's hoping for the former rather than the latter -- there is also a tinge of anger that he was spoken to like that from a woman. He's more progressive and open-minded than most from his lands when it comes towards women and their status. He has found woman to be just as gifted, talented and intelligent as men and in some cases more so. But still, he carries some of the same prejudices of his people and being talked to like that from a woman is difficult to swallow. More so, that he can't afford to say something back and find himself in a distracting squabble.

His irritation is swept aside when he catches the creature who was signing the irritating song lunging at Kenner. He rises when the beast latches into Kenner's flesh and Kenner seems uninjured by the whole affair. It lasts a scant few seconds and then it ends with the beast taking human form, laid out on the ground in convulsions. Then Kenner lays a robe on her to cover her nakedness.
"Fascinating!" is the only thing that he can think to utter.
Kenner rejoins the group momentarily and departs to change his clothes.

Kaede sits back down in his seat and contemplates everything he's seen and how it fits in his plans. Periodically, he checks over at the white woman to try and ascertain if she is reading his thoughts again, but he's satisfied that she has other interests.
"How does that work for me?" he wonders. "Can that girl on the ground be my answer?" He ponders that thought and many other thoughts as well, trying to figure out how each of the beings down below could be used to his advantage and what he could offer them in return for their services.
"The girl laid out on the ground is easy." he tells himself, "Her freedom after the deed. But can she be trusted?" that is his over-arching worry. "Could I trust her?"
He turns his attention toward the two girls, "Both are artistic. But how are they artistic? Singing? Acting? Painting? There are lots of ways to be artistic. Some are less useful than others. What would they want?" he ponders, "The girl similar to me is easy, going back to her people. The other rubies? A title? Can they be useful in a killing?"
The shy, timid creature with the unkempt fur would be a distraction. But he hardly looks like he has the capacity to kill. The darker cat-like creature may have more possibilities. "Oh, damned it all." he mutters, rolling his eyes in frustration. "I don't know."
Kaede sits trying to gather his thoughts. There are too many possibilities and, for all his planning over the past few years, this part has always been the most difficult. This is a Tetsume venture, not his. He ponders sending for his friend to have him come and check them out. After a few minutes of thinking he decides not to. This is his job and he needs Tetsume back keeping everyone organized and ready for his return.

Kaede gets up and steps closer to the rail, he watches the both the hopeful buyers and the merchandise. From the buyers he tries to gather a glimmer of what they're planning on buying. If he has any doubts about whether or not to purchase a creature that any of them want, he plans on passing. Kaede is not interested in a bidding war. From the slaves he hopes to get some inspiration from what he sees. Maybe getting closer will help.

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Hope looked at the girl "Y-You are human right?" She asks, then notices her collar.
"You are like me but, what does the blue stand for?" She ponders as she takes a seat by the waters edge, removing her filthy sandals and placing her sore feet into the cool water.
Smiling slightly with relief she hums lightly to herself, she has never felt better since she's been here; she found another human and the other creatures that she's petrified of are spaced out in this giant land.

"What can you do?" She asks the girl quietly, looking at her feet in the water, moving them around slowly in circles.
"I mean, why do you have that collar? Can you sing or paint?" She asks, hoping the girl can, maybe then they'll have something to bond over; their gifts.

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"Y-You are human right?" a girl's voice asked. Miyako looked up at the other human girl. She was relieved that it was the girl she had walked with earlier, rathjer than some creature like the girl laid out on the ground. "You are like me but, what does the blue stand for?"
Miyako didn't say anything for a few seconds. She watched the girl sit next to her and wash her feet in the water.
"I don't know." she said to the girl. "I don't know what the blue stands for. I don't know what the orange does either." she sat staring in the water the girl was kicking her feet in, "I can draw and paint. I also write sometimes. I like poetry and stories." she said looking at the girl. "I guess... I guess the orange must be my drawing and writing. Because have orange too."
As hard as Miyako tried she couldn't think of what the blue could mean. "I don't know... the blue." she looked around at the others, "The black must be mean or violent because the girl over there has black." she pointed at the girl under the robes who had attacked Kenner.

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Hope nodded "Yes but that animal," She says looking to the Neko - She didn't know many other species beside humans - "Has blue too and he's very calm."
She frowns a little, why's he so calm?
When the girl tells Hope of her talents she lights up "I-I love to draw, but more than anything I love to sing and I can act a little." She says nodding "Yes it must be artistic talents."

She cocks her head to the side and looks at the girl under the robes "I hope she's okay."
Hope didn't know why she said that, the girl was insane and chanting wild songs but all in all she was alive and seemingly part human so she couldn't help but worry - It was in her nature.

Then she realises what she says and her corners of her mouth lift slightly, "I'm Hope and I hopeshe's OK." She gives out a crackling laugh, small but delicate - She hasn't laughed since she's been here and the movement feels alien to her lips and face.
Small dimples form at her cheeks and she remembers when all she did was laugh, but now..

She is a slave.

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Miyako nodded at the things Hope said. She also hoped that the girl on the ground was okay.
"I'm Hope and I hope she's OK." and Hopes laughs at her joke. Miyako giggles too. She finds the joke funny. It's also one of the first times she's laughed in a long time and the laughter feels better because she's sharing it with the someone.

"When the man looked at my fingers he said I had talent, or something like that and then said orange. So, yes I'm sure it's art." she smiled at the girl and laughed again. "Sorry. I probably sound stupid. It's just... I haven't had a chance to talk to another girl in a long time. My name is Miyako." she smiled at the girl hoping to bring back her smile, "Maybe we'll get lucky and wind up together. Maybe we'll get out of here okay." she said looking around at the scenery.

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The Prince watches a bit startled as the woman with red hair climbs over the railing and joins the creatures below, "Can she do that?" he wonders. No one says anything to her, so he decides it must be okay, though he doesn't have the interest to join her. Kaede returns his attention to the girls sitting by the lake. While he still wonders how a girl from his lands wound up here, it's the other girl that captures his attention. "She would be the perfect distraction, if she does something interesting, like sing or play an instrument." he reasons. Returning the girl to his native land would probably curry favor with the Emperor, something he could use. But, ironically, it would also work against him as the favor would rest on his whole family, and his father would benefit. Then killing him would become problematic and could earn him the fury of the emperor. "Regicide is bad. Killing a family member is really bad. Murdering a man that the Emperor has heaped praise upon can be unforgivable."
The girls don't seem to have attracted the attention of any of the Masters. "Their tastes appear to be quite exotic. Run of the mill humans may be the ones they don't want." He contemplates that thought or a bit and if that's all that's available to him he needs to justify taking the girls, not just to himself, but to his army as well.
"The one girl could distract my father with her talent. And once he is dead and my brother too, I could use the return of the other girl as a way of appeasing a displeased Emperor. One must do what one must do." he whispers.
Kaede watches the whole display below for a while and then when the announcement for dinner is given he rises and watches them exit. "Anyone of them is acceptable." he nods. "Even that blood thirsty assassin creature could be of use to me... if properly inspired."
Kaede is not really that hungry, but the opportunity to sit with the other Masters and hear their appraisals is something he just can't afford to miss. If this is going to go smoothly, without a hint of discord, he's going to have to know which creatures are wanted by the others, so that he knows which ones are off-limits to him.