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Mistress Syntira

"You're fiesty. I like that. How much?"

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

Description

Name: Syntria, though many simply refer to her as Syn.

Age: In human years, she would be considered about 18 or 19

Gender:
Female

Classification:
Master

Race:
Dragonkin

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Physical Description:
Syn retains her human form as much as she can, save when she travels. She has fire-red hair that she keeps in a high and tousled ponytail-just barely taming it's unkempt nature. She stands about 5 foot 4 when not in her boots. However, she wears her boots quite often, not wanting to be undermined. Her outfits are usually composed of dark, soft leathers with a bright colored trim. Syn's eyes are an emerald green and have a slit of a pupil instead of the normal human's round appearance. Aside from her eyes, the only other indication that she is not human (while in human form) is the dragonkin symbol in black on her neck.




Tattoo (in black):
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Personality:
Syn knows what she likes, and knows what she wants. She can be patient with these things however. For example, if given a rowdy pet, she will not give up in frustration. Like many of the crimson dragonkin, she is very stubborn.
Syn can be very passionate about someone, despite her chilling, almost hostile front. She knows how to control her emotions, and that level-headedness is often confused with lack of emotions at all. Once attached to someone, Syn often becomes possessive. She protects those she cares about and takes good care of her slaves. If Syn is ever seen in her Dragon form, it is most likely because she is protecting a loved one.



Likes:
  • Cuddling (when appropriate)
  • Roughhousing
  • Adoring slaves
  • Being appreciated

Dislikes:
  • Being betrayed
  • Dishonesty
  • Being Undermined
  • Upsetting her slaves

History: Syntria was raised in a Dragonkin clan far from civilization. She grew bored of her kind, however, and took severe interest in flying over to towns/cities and watching the other species thrive. She thoroughly enjoys studying each species she encounters, regardless of appearance. After observing the slave trade, she wanted in. Syntria isn't oblivious to the horrors of certain traffickers. Thus, she feels the need to help the slaves and give them a nice home, which she most definitely has. Being Dragonkin, she can always raid for the wealth that she needed. Money isn't an issue in her world, though it means nothing to her. She has spent a lot of time working on the perfect living area for her future pets, and she is more than excited to adopt.

Reasons for being a master: To study and interact with other species. Plus, she loves affection... And other things.

Dragon form:
(( Something like this, though a deeper red and a more vibrant gold for the chest and inner wings ))
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Eyes (in human and dragon form):
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So begins...

Mistress Syntira's Story

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Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Mistress Syntira
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Syntira prepared her bags, dumping medallions of various colors and sizes into the hide satchel. She decided to bring quite the sum of money with her-she couldn't bear the thought of not bringing enough for her tastes. Syn had waited a long time before deciding to venture to the Raven Loft, and she wouldn't dare arrive empty handed. Aside from her wealth, Syn decided to bring along a leather bound journal. To the peering eye it may seem invaluable; some pages appear tattered and yellowed while the bindings threatened to release all of the pages at any moment. This was an angle that Syntira played however: she wouldn't have anyone taking her journal from her. In it she kept all records of her encounters with other species. She scribed information that she had read, as well as her own observations. In all of her research however, she hadn't had much interactions with half-breeds, such as Nekos. Being able to personally completely transform from two separate appearances, Syn was intrigued by the half-breeds. Which side would be more prevalent? Does it depend on the case? Or perhaps, the training? Syntira needed to know. The thought of interacting with such a breed intrigued her as well. She imagined holding a smaller one, scratching behind its ears as she cooed words of affection to it. Yes, Nekos were a predominant reason of why she had to attend the Raven Loft, but not the only reason.

Tying a huge red leather strap around the bags, she added two more smaller bags to the mix. Ones contents were all leather as well; different cuffs adorned with jewels and personalized etchings. A few were left blank however, but the materials she would need to make them ornate were in the bag as well. The other contained her clothing-a minor inconvenience with her transformation. Nodding to herself, she closed her eyes and shifted into her winged beast form. Emerald eyes with golden crowns peered through crimson scales that shimmered in the abundant light atop of the mountain. Syn stretched her wings, bellowing to announce her departure to the skies. Grasping the red leather tie, she pushed off of the cliff with incredible force. She was shot high into the air, keeping her wings close to her body. Only once she had begun to fall again did she open her wings, sighing momentarily with content due to the wind beneath her. Opening her eyes again, Syn focused towards the ground, unable to see it above the clouds. She pushed downward, expertly diving through the skies, piercing the air with her slim, aerodynamic form. Within no time she could see the Raven Loft, it was difficult to miss. Syntira circled once-to the dismay of a few guards-before landing about the entrance, careful to not damage the stone with her weight. Sitting back on her haunches, she covered herself with her wings, shifting behind them. It wasn't a beautiful transformation, one could describe it as demonic. Bones cracked and pushed at her skin, thus her choice to hide that monstrosity from the guards. Plus, she needed to put her clothes back on. After dressing, and when only the wings remained of her previous form, she moved them behind her, folding them against her body. This is where Mistress Syntira put on her long black and gold coat, tailored specifically to accommodate room for her wings. Only after this process did she look up to the guards, some of which staring at her in disbelief.

"Would you like me to paint you a picture?" She teased, giggling behind her hand with a wink. A bit taller in her boots, she approached the men, her attitude becoming instantly flirtatious. "Now which of you strong, handsome men are going to lead me to my pets?" Syn smiled, though it may have looked devious with her emerald eyes peering over them with slitted pupils. Inhaling the air, her smile twisted into a smirk. "I know they're in there..." She cooed, before gasping at herself. "My sincerest apologies, boys. I am Mistress Syntira. I believe your Lord should be aware of my impending arrival. Well, here I am." One of the men nodded, and went to alert Master Kenner. The Dragonkin's smirk remained on her face, one hand on her hip and the other dragging the bags behind her. This should be fun...

The setting changes from raven-loft to The land of Thaiden

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Naamah The Fallen Character Portrait: Nix Nir Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Kaede Akamori Character Portrait: Teagan Holmes Character Portrait: Nitha Character Portrait: Mistress Syntira
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Kenner

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Bloodsong Character Portrait: Nix Nir Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Kaede Akamori Character Portrait: Kit Kuchini Character Portrait: Nitha Character Portrait: Mistress Syntira
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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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Kenner

Kenner had been tried for the whole beginning of the day, first he is frustrated with not knowing most of the type of slaves he was handed. Then he has his time with Pesshka cut drastically short not to mention that the registered Masters slated for arrival showed earlier then anticipated.
Then to top it all off he has come into ownership of a severely mistreated Naga, one of the rarest kinds of slaves he has come across aside from Namaah in the last three hundred years and to top that the guards were neglectful as well towards her which impacted his idea of his own workforce.

The approach of the new mistress was not on his mind as Kenner stood there with his hand on his forehead, he could feel the stress building in the back of his eyes. More so then it has in many years and that is saying much for someone of his stature.
The sound of Syntira's heels on the cobblestone flooring made a light ringing sound that lightly echoed throughout the holding area. But still Kenner was oblivious to what was happening behind him and even more so to the woman now within arms reach of him.

But that does not stop her from speaking to him..

"Master Kenner, is everything alright?"

As he hand made contact with his shoulder, the tip of her fingers were fortunate enough to touch bare flesh and that got quite a response from him. Kenner's stance straightens in a snap and the air around him is abruptly pushed away as the back of his robe bulges horribly. So much flesh is misplaced that the obstruction juts outwards towards the mistress and begins to rip slightly flaying fabric in short twisted directions.
He slowly begins to turn his head to face her and removes his hand, his eyes have now become two solid red orbs which share a heavy contrast with his light skin. Looking Mistress Synthira over for a quick moment his eyes bare the look of an animal all their own.

Kenner slowly begins to turn his gaze away and sinks his shoulders, he cannot afford to lose his nerve so easily and this thought pulls him back into the safe haven of his mind. He takes a deep breath and rolls his shoulders, doing so makes the bulge reseed disappearing into his back and as he turns to look at her again the red is vanishing from his eyes.."Mistress Syntira.. It is a honer to have one of your heritage among this house.." Kenner has plastered his best smile on his face and is doing his best to maintain his composure for her convenience.

He leans over a little and looks past her shoulder to see the Guard has dropped down on one knee, which is what they are trained to do in case such an occurrence happens. Kenner clicks his teeth at the young guard which quickly gets his attention.. "Leave.. Us.." The guard stands fast and snaps his heels before running off out the archway, to which Kenner looks back at Syntira.. "Well.. how was your trip?"

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Character Portrait: Nix Nir Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Mistress Syntira
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Nix grumbled, she had laid down on the bed, still feral and kept a close eye on who entered and who left. And then some woman entered and she snarled lowly. She bared her teeth in the progress and narrowed her eyes, suspicious about the woman, and she had noticed Kenner too. No, not master Kenner, just Kenner. Nix laughed and walked before the bars, first to the right, then back to the left, and she repeated it again. She continued doing this for a while and growled at the frustration of being locked up in a cage. She was free! No one had the right to lock her up!

Nix went to the back of her cage, ran forward, and forced her side into the bars. She knew this probably had no effect, but she would try and try until she or the bars would break. Either way, she would get out, no matter what. And she would kill Kenner, and anyone that stood in her way too.

The white feral hyena snarled and laughed as she pushed her side in the bars again, focused on one main thing, to kill Kenner, like she had killed other masters before. She snarled as she for a third time forced her side into the bars and locked her jaws around one, then released it after a few chews.

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Sometimes, people claimed Naga had a sixth sense. This was not in anyway true except for the very few and far between who legitimately possessed that gift. Instead, they were hyper aware to small changes in their surroundings. The ambient temperature, the vibrations of the ground, the hum of somebody's breath through their body and the faintest traces of perfume and pheromones. When a Naga was alert or suspicious, it was nearly impossible to sneak up on them. And so it was that Nitha realised the sudden change in air possibly before anybody else realised something was happening. Nitha immediately froze, flattening herself against her warmer, stilling in her drinking with a mouthful still on her tongue.

She wasn't stupid. This creature had already carried her with little concern for her weight, only her mass. He was strong, and she was a runt for her kind. She might be bigger than him now, but it looked like he could easily change that. So Nitha didn't try to be strong, or big, or brave. Instead she threw out every bit of Naga body language to say 'don't mind me, just ignore me, I'm small, I'm hiding, you're bigger and badder, I'm not worth bothering with.' If he looked at her she'd close her eyes to reinforce the message.

That was certainly not his mate of any description. She'd yet to see anything react that way to something. However after a moment the overwhelming presence in the air faded and Nitha swallowed her mouthful, continuing with her steady eating although keeping her flattened posture. The beast that had been so loud finally became a registered presence in Nitha's mind as it flung itself with ungodly noise against the bars of its cage. Nitha jumped and scowled as a bit of broth spilled out of her bowl and on to her hand. At any other time she would have licked it off, but her hands were filthy. She turned her head to look over her right shoulder, staring at the thing that was insisting on throwing itself against the bars again and again. Nitha blinked and one thought crossed her mind. Stupid. In fact, not just stupid, but Stupid. It seemed to think that its flesh would somehow win out against the metal, and Nitha couldn't see a single shred of hope for that. It was also being obscenely noisy and Nitha suddenly hoped that either it or she would move. However, she couldn't see much sense of her being moved if the strange/kind one had made this cell precisely for her. She twisted her head around, keeping her non-threatening posture. Nope. Nowhere was there an arrangement quite like hers. So she'd just have to hope the animal would be removed, since it made absolutely no sense that it would be in here with what she assumed were other self aware creatures. She was filled with the sudden, uncharacteristic desire to give the damn thing a full body hug and see if it would have a nice long nap while its blood and air flow recovered. Instead, Nitha adjusted her coils, the tip of her tail curling over the top of her head to cover her ears while she polished off her third bowl and started on the fourth. It didn't do much for the vibrations, but it did do wonders for the snarling.

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Kaede

Kaede bows and excuses himself to the lady as the guard escorts him to his room. "Penthouse, nice." he says quietly, "Another word for loft." he says in his thoughts. Kaede wants to see what the seller has to offer, but diplomacy and protocol prevent him from saying it aloud. He'll just wait, bide his time until Kenner invites him down. "I've waited three years," he reasons, "I can wait a few hours more."
He bows to the woman and follows the guard upstairs toward his room. On their way up he passes a woman following a guard down. She is clad in dark clothes, her look the opposite of his white, but it's her fire red hair that catches his attention, "M'lady." he says making a small bow as they pass. Not reciprocating his greeting he continues a bit perturbed at her rudeness. "I guess not everyone puts a high value on courtesy." he says silently.

The guard leads Kaede up the stairs and to the end of the hallway on the left, "Master Kenner has instructed me to give you this room." the guard says opening the door.
Kaede stands and marvels at the room. It's big, the walls done in white, large and small plants placed carefully around the room and a song bird in a cage. Instead of a western style bed, there is a Japanese floor-style bed placed in the center of the room. On the other side of the room is an open door that leads to a bathroom. Kaede peeks inside and notices not only a sink, but a tub as well. "Tell your master that..." he says turning, but stops when he realizes the guard has gone. "Must have been in a hurry. Oh, well. I'll tell him myself at lunch."

Kaede reaches into his bag and pulls out a leather bound book tied with a strap. He sits at a floor table, opens the book and lays the papers inside down on the desk. "Let's see." he says talking to no one, "What will I be looking for here." he rifles through the letter he received from Master Kenner looking for a special one a frown buried deep in his face. "Here it is, the colors."
Master Kenner never says what the colors mean specifically, he has couched them in the prose of his letters. 'I've always found a man or woman in blue to be more cooperative than any other color. I can't imagine anything more regal than someone in white.' And so on. He's carefully woven them into his letters.
Kaede sets the letters down and sits back thinking, "What I need are blues or oranges, I think." he pauses and ponders on his decision. "What would Tetsume look for?" he wonders. "Not red for sure. Black only as a gift to my father. A pure distraction. He'd be entertained for hours." he shakes his head, "No, too difficult, too dangerous, too expensive." He ponders more, "I could take a red one. I mean, I'm in no rush." he forages through the letters and speeds his way through the piece, "Almost any creature can be taught to behave, if given the time." he smacks the paper with his finger and after several more seconds of thinking drops it. "No. Tetsume would consider it a foolish risk. Well I'll just have to see who or what is down there."

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Syntria had to admit, she was caught off guard when Master Kenner's shoulder contorted towards her fingers. Instead of withdrawing her hand however, she was transfixed with interest, curiosity, and a hint of fear; she was unable to move. His crimson eyes met her emerald ones, paralyzing her further. They took in her form, seemingly with raw beast ferocity. Having studied many species, Syntira knew how to keep her composure when in the midst of the most horrifying displays. Plus, she found them ridiculously interesting.
Blood red eyes, contortions due to a.. Transformation? This man is proving to be more cryptic than I had imagined... Only after Kenner recomposed himself did Syn finally blink. Her hand left his shoulder as he rolled them backwards, and when she opened her eyes her face twisted into an equally convincing smile. The Mistress' gaze did not leave Kenner's face as he sent the guard off. Her only indication of his movements were the sounds of his rustling clothing, steps, and his heavy breathing as he scampered off. It was all she needed to properly assess what had just occurred, however. She wondered briefly how humans managed with such a primitive hearing ability. Bringing her thoughts back to the Lord, she realized that he had asked her a question.

"Hm..?" She cooed, her head tilting slightly to the side. Syn quickly realized what he had said, and nodded once. "How flattering. I didn't think many-" She swiftly rethought the use of the word human, and continued her sentence without noticeable delay, "people associated with my kind, let alone thought highly of them. The Dragonkin I grew up with seem to be at ease being raised and dying around only their own kind." She dismissed the memory. "It's lovely to hear such kind words from such a highly esteemed man such as yourself. Thank you. " Syntira bowed her head respectively, lowering her gaze before returning it back to him. "My trip was shorter than I had expected, so I apologize for being even but a few minutes early. I suppose I flew just a bit faster with excitement. Though I've been around this trade my entire life, I have yet to ever purchase a companion of my own." Turning her body moderately towards the slaves, her smile faded into a thinner line, reflecting upon the intensity of her observation.

"Two questions, Master Kenner. One; may I have a closer look? And two: how would you prefer I refer to you as?" Throughout the entire conversation her tone had remained cool, and steadily paced. Only now did she raise an eyebrow, smirking at a devious thought in her head. It disappeared just as quickly as it appeared, and her gaze fixed on his face.

Master Kenner, there are many questions I still have about you. What are you? I need to consult my journal.. I must have seen something like this before. I've become so well rehearsed in so many species.. How could this one have eluded me? Perhaps I don't know of his kind... But how? Either way, I will find out. This shan't be over anytime soon, Master Kenner. I have been taught to be respectful, and I know it is not proper to ask such personal questions after being so generously invited into your home. I suppose I'll have to find another way to answer my questions. Trust me, I will.

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Master Kenner had taken his time to introduce himself to Syntira finally, he had only read some details about her personally however he did know much about her kind. Dragons are still considered one of the most ancient and widespread races thanks to the actions of benevolent gods in dark ages of mans history.
He cast an eye over her body to take in who he was dealing with and it was easy to tell that she was masking her form with this lithe frame and beautiful face. It was then that he recalled only seeing one other of her kind pass through these walls, but that time belonged to his predecessor and he was merely content to watch at that time.

He ran a hand over the sleeve of his left shoulder to draw the torn fabric back up.. "I do suppose a closer look would be fine.. these were just acquired late in the midnight hours, some have been well taken care of while the others have seen neglect in their short time as slaves." He motions towards the Naga in her cage as she seems now content to sit upon her heated rock and slurp her food down hungrily.

"As for me Mistress Syntira you can just call me Kenner, everyone else does and I haven't minded it in the last seventy years. Kenner looked about the room to get a good look at how the other slaves were settling, he could still feel the tension in the air with them being in this place. The though was coming to his mind that perhaps having them so isolated from one another was not having the right effect. There was a time when three would be to a cage and that would allow for some interaction with the others, but he was thinking on doing something completely different.

But that would have to be for a later time.
Kenner turned his head as he heard another set of footsteps enter the room and his eyes locked on Pesshka lightly leaned against the archway of the door. She was waiting on him to finish his conversation with Syntira he figured, looking back at the woman in front of him who as he turned to see had a wash of thought on her face. He gave her a smirk as he knew that her attention was on him at the moment and he could not fault her for that.

"There will be a time for everything Mistress Syntira, but for now I suggest we get ready to enjoy the rest of the day. I am certain you were already situated within your quarters and by now the mid day bell should be getting ready to ring. So might I suggest you follow me and Pesshka into the dinning hall while everyone gets fed here and we can discuss how things work in Raven Loft with the others."

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Syntira followed his gaze to the woman leaning on the door frame, and her curiosity was sparked even more. My my my... What do we have here? A doll's face? Interesting choice... The Dragonkin had to hold back a shiver, there was something definitely off about this one. What she was? -Perhaps even more of a mystery than Kenner's case. A red suit? How peculiar. It fits her well, however. The buckles are interesting. I suppose that... Her eyes flashed between Pesshka and Kenner. Definitely. So Kenner's into suits? Dearest Kenner, you are becoming more and more intriguing..

"There will be a time for everything Mistress Syntira, but for now I suggest we get ready to enjoy the rest of the day. I am certain you were already situated within your quarters and by now the mid day bell should be getting ready to ring. So might I suggest you follow me and Pesshka into the dinning hall while everyone gets fed hear and we can discuss how things work in Raven Loft."

"Certainly, Kenner. I would not wish to delve off of your expectations. You know my kind, and you know we are taught to be represent ourselves and other Dragons to our utmost ability. Thus, I require no formality when you are referring to me. Syntira is fine, though I respond to Syn as well. If it pleases you to remain formal however, I will not complain." She flashed a respectful smile before following behind him. So her name is Pesshka... Syn took in Kenner's form briefly as he was turning back to Pesshka. His midsection was exposed, as well as his chest. She was unsure if she had caught him unprepared, or if he enjoyed the casual wear. After looking him over, her eyes followed up the crimson suit to Pesshka's... 'face'. She could be looking anywhere, is she looking at me? If so... My apologies, Pesshka. Syn did her best to force her coming smirk into submission.

Following Kenner, Syntira tore her eyes off of the doll face to observe what was to come.

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Hearing voices gradually coming closer, Eavia stood up when two people came into the room.
She immediately recognised Kenner but the other creature, she was a dragonkin. But that was all she knew.
"Good day Master Kenner." She says graciously and then turns to the woman, "Hello, I am Mistress Eavia. But you can just call me Eavia if you please." She greeted the lady, noticing she wasn't a slave - by her attire and how well-spoken she was - and therefore allowed her to just call her by her given name.

The woman (Syntira) was most dazzling. Her fiery hair was unmissable and you could tell she wasn't human just by taking one glance.
Averting her gaze as to not make the dragonkin uncomfortable she looks from the floor and then to Pesshka, who was now standing in the corner watching Kenner with, what's that?

Oh, She thought She's Kenner's. Well, this is most interesting.

"I was wondering," She started, turning her gaze back to Kenner "Do you know when we can survey the slaves?"
She flicks a piece of soft white hair over her shoulder.

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Kaede

Kaede sits pouring over their correspondences, preparing himself for their first real meeting. Kaede knows what he wants, but doesn't want to seem overly enthusiastic. "Don't want to pay too much. Want to know I made the right choices." he continues thinking aloud. He lets out an irritated sigh as he finishes stacking the papers in their correct piles. "What do I want?" that question keeps vexing him. He's torn between picking fighters or distractions. "I've got my army. What I need is..." he stops when he finds the paper he is looking for, "Here it is. You may have whoever or whatever you want. But, you may only choose two from the stock. Signed Kenner." Kaede sighs again, "I remembered correctly. Pity!" he mutters disappointed.

His work is disturbed by a knock on the door, "My Lord, lunch time. Do you not hear the bell." a voice from the other side of the door calls out.
"Wha..?" Kaede is broken from his trance. He now notices the bell. "Oh, I'm sorry!" Kaede calls to the voice. "I'll be right with you." He quickly places the papers in his binder, shuts it and stuffs it in his bag. He races to the door, opens it and stops cold. Standing at the door is the most beautiful young woman he has ever seen in his life. She is wearing a long white dress, a white collar and has stunning black hair and brown eyes. Her bearing speaks of being from somewhere close to his country, but not from his country.
"Well... Hello there!" he says looking her up-and-down, smiling his teeth showing. "And what's your name, young lady?" he asks enthralled by her beauty.
"I am Peng-E." she says smiling back.
"Peng-E. What a beautiful name. A beautiful name for a beautiful young lady." Kaede says sounding like a boy of about 14 having met a girl for the first time. "Are you my escort?"
"My Lord, please follow me." she says leading him by the hand.
"Anything and anywhere you want." Kaede is amazed by how beautiful she is. "Kenner is full of surprises." the prince percolates. "I wonder if she'd be available?" he beams, distracting thoughts filling his head. "So, my dear. How long have you been here?"
"I'm afraid Master Kenner would not want me to say." she says apologetically.
"I see. And how old are you?" he quizzes hopefully.
"Twenty-six, my lord." she answers looking back at him and smiling.
"Really? You look so much younger. I was going to guess nineteen."
The woman giggles, "My lord, you are a flatterer."
"No my dear. I am not an idle flatterer. You are so young looking and enchanting. Oh, and please, don't call me Lord, it's not necessary. Just call me Kaede."
The woman says nothing as she escorts the prince down the stairs. His focus is so transfixed on the girl the hoard could come in ransack the building, razing it to the ground and he'd never notice. "My Lord, the dining area. Good day."
Kaede stands and watches her walk away. He is in true lust at the vision of loveliness he has just seen. What makes her even more enthralling is that she has spurned his advances. No girl has ever done that, especially those who knew he was a prince.
"A remarkable girl." he utters. He watches her until she turns the corner and is out of sight, the vision of his desire gone - for now. With the spell broken, Kaede remembers his purpose. The smell of delicious food fills the air as he turns and peers in the great hall. He only sees two people at the table, Kenner and the less-than-courteous woman he met on the stairs. On the table is a sumptuous amount of delicacies. Kaede enters the dining hall looking around, eying the area taking stock of anyone else who might be in the room as well. "Sir. M'lady." he says bowing to both and then walks toward the table.
Kaede stops short when he notices a woman dressed in white. "Pardon me M'lady. I did not see you there. No slight intended I assure you." This other woman, the one in white has put him slightly on edge. There's something different about her. He brushes it off, deciding that he's just being overly sensitive.

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Eavia looked at the young man and bows her head.
"Of course Sir," She smiles and walks further into the room "I am Mistress Eavia. But you may simply call me Eavia."
Her cold gaze looked over his attire - He was a very well dressed man, possibly a prince or even a king.

Eavia walked over to where the other two sat and took her own seat, looking around at all the food.
"Quiet a collection of foods you have here Kenner. You do know how to spoil your guests." She says, thinking back to the gorgeous room she had been put in.
Her deep red eyes surveyed yet another room.
If there was one thing Kenner had, it was exquisite taste. Although she doubted he had time to pick out the room colours and furniture.

Her mind wandered back to the slaves as she thought about what she wanted.
She knew that a black collar would be impossible to train but looking couldn't hurt?
Eavia knew what she needed, yes a blue or maybe orange collar but she also knew what she wanted and that was her black collar.

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Kit nodded his head to the words spoken by the other Neko. He was right. The other had never known anything else and that is why he was so comfortable here. He wrapped his tail around himself, feeling more at east then previously.

"No, I didn't come from breeders. My family sold me not so long ago, actually. My name is Kit. Kit Kuchini. It's nice to meet a fellow Neko" he said. He was a little disappointed Alistair could not help him decode the meaning behind the coloring on the collars. He supposed it was a riddle he would have to figure out later.

He wondered what it was like to have never known freedom. Was it better or worse? Was being able to have a taste of it better then having it suddenly ripped away from you? He supposed since Alistair was rather relaxed, it would be better to just be ignorant.

He meowed weakly as he realized he wasn't going to be able to help the human girl. Her sobbing seemed to have subsided, so he assumed she was calming down quite some.

It was then that he noticed someone had been observing him, a female with vibrant red hair. She appeared human, all but her eyes, which bore into him with their emerald enchantment and cold, reptilian likeness. No human had eyes such as that. There was but one time he had heard of a creature resembling this woman's appearance. But, no... Dragonkin were nothing but myths, right? He'd always believed that. What else could she be though? He found her to be both frightening and alluring.

After she had left he approached the side of his cell closest to where she had previously been to see if he could catch her scent to help him identify what she was. He nuzzled at the bars, purring softly deep in his throat, attempting to make himself look like a good purchase.

From his experience, Mistresses had been kinder to him then Masters. Though, that was only his experience. Once before, he'd heard stories of a terrible female of an unidentified race, a complete sadist. She's been sick and delusional, toyed with her pets as if they were not even among the living. Kit shuddered at that.

He wished she'd stayed around longer so he could figure out what sort of person she was, whether or not he should make himself presentable or if he should appear unattractive to deter her.

He wandered back towards Alistair, his nervousness rising up within him again, though Kit was nearly always nervous. It ran right down to his bones. He wanted to be gone from here. He hated not knowing where he would end up.

The smell of food overcame his nose but it made him feel nauseaus. He was way too unbalanced to consider eating right now. The very thought made him feel sick.

He sat back down, looking from left to right, his ears pricked, though it was hard to discern one sound from another in this place. It all started to end up just like one big sound...

"What was it like, where you came from?" Kit asked Alistair, hoping conversation would distract him. Besides, he genuinely was curious. It was unlike what he had known.

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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?"

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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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Kaede

Kaede takes his goblet and swirls the drink around trying not to give off his feeling of apprehension about the strange liquid in his cup. He's certain that Kenner wouldn't try and poison him or the others, but he does wonder if maybe he's also been in contact with his father. He's never told anyone except Tetsume and his spy in the castle the full extent of what he's up to. Kenner is pretty intuitive and he may know he plans on killing someone in his household, but he doubts that he could know the extent of his bloodthirsty regicide.
He tosses that thought aside quickly deciding he's just being overly cautious. Better safe-than-sorry yes, but not to the extent of making enemies out of casual acquaintances.

"Before we begin with any other pleasantries I would like to ask if either of you have any other question?" Kenner asks the group assembled.
Kaede thinks for several moments. He has questions, but some of his questions are personal, private; things he doesn't wish to discuss in front of others lest they be unscrupulous and willing to tell his father for the right price. People this successful, this powerful don't get there by accident; they're clever, cunning and often ruthless.

"Yes, I have a few questions." Kaede chimes in, "First, where do you find such lovely young ladies for your employ?" he smiles. "I'm sorry, if I seem gauche, but the attendant was quite lovely." he smiles, a look of boyish impudence on his lips, "Second, what time frame are you looking at for us being here? What I mean is, my room is lovely and well prepared, but it appears like it's been set up for someone who will be staying for several days. Am I misreading this?" he asks a more serious look on his face with this question.

His first question is typical Prince Kaede; be a little immature, make people smile or groan and then ask the important questions once they're distracted. "Oh and I think I speak for the group when I ask, When will we be able to see what you have down below?"
Having gotten to the most important question, Kaede takes a sip of his drink, satisfied that no one has passed away from theirs.

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Kenner

Kenner leaned in when Kaede asked about the other woman that brought him to the dinning hall and questioned where he got them. It was a decent enough question and he could understand why Kaede also asked about the fact that their accommodations had been prepared in such a way that it appeared that the masters would be staying.
He ran his finger along the rim of his wine glass as he listened trying to keep for losing contact on the situation, however when the moment they could see the slaves came he could have guessed that the conversation would come to that.

Taking another sip of his wine, Kenner placed his elbows on the edge of the table and braced the underside of his head while sliding his glass off to the side.. "Firstly.. Those woman are a special case of slave, they were born into this house and as such were raised in its walls. This gave them all the time and understanding to realize that this was just another way of living." he reaches out and takes a grape from the silver tray not far from his seat and places it in his mouth.
"As well for the rooms I can understand your question for that.. The fact that we require the master to be, to spend time within these walls is to get to know their chosen slave."

Kenner grabs another grape and rolls it between his fingers for a moment while still speaking.. "The reason for such was while I was studying under the former master he was handing off a rather fine and well trained white collar to a Lord Borough." Kenner eats the grape and shares a rather low apt stare across the table.
"The lord did not like the fact she was a Kitsune and even though he had already paid, had his bodyguard kill her on the spot.. right in the middle of the holding area."
He regathers his glass and swallows the whole thing before returning his gaze "That was eighty.. six years ago I believe." He goes back to running his finger along the top of his glass and begins to smile faintly as the remembers the first years of his leadership among Raven Loft.
"The rest of his house had a strong distaste for what we did to him afterwords.. but they were quickly dissuaded when Pesshka stepped in." a look of thought comes across his face for a moment "I think his remains are still locked in the lower cell blocks... not really sure since we renovated."

He stands and straightens his robe for a moment.. "As for seeing them, that is possible.. after they are fed we move them into the atrium for observation and that will allow them to get something familiar under their feet as well."

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Pesshka looks at Nix when she speaks and it visibly does accost a reaction from the warden, she stares at the werehyena in her cage and her fist tense up with a type of anger bubbling underneath. Her feelings are so strong that visible ribbed sections of mass could be seen writhing underneath sections of her suit, especially around the neck and ribs.
She takes one step towards the cell before catching herself and stopping, a long dejected sigh escaping her body.. ~Your right.. I am not beautiful, being born in a world where darkness reigns having form is not a real necessity.~

~But I would rather that then being born into a world where petty mob mentality and the idiosyncratic thought of self worth comes so easily to you mortals... or was that too much of a mouthful for you?~ She gives a slight tilt to her head when she speaks and then turns away from the caged animal. She once again returns her attention back to Bloodsong who was responding to her presence with more then hesitation.
This she could understand and with that knowledge came a sigh from her and she walked forward, stepping a long leg in between his bars and a sinewy distorted noise begins to rumble from her as she squeezes through into his cell. Finally with her full form inside, while having only a small problem of getting her mask inside which was solved by twisted her head to the side. This tall red leather clad woman stood in front of the growling wolf boy.. ~I suggest this time you listen and don't try anything stupid.~

Peeshka picked up the bowl and stepped within three feet of Bloodsong and held it out in front of her, she tipped it in his direction allowing him to get a better view and scent of it.
~Not bad... food is for you...~ She tried to keep herself in check as she was dealing with him, losing any control of her temper could end up being bad for the both of them.

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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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Kaede

Kaede smiles as he leans back waiting for Kenner's responses, looking around at the others to see their responses. He knows he hasn't said anything out of place and he's sure Kenner won't be offended. As to the others, he's not as confident, he tries to gauge their reactions to his small and fairly obvious queries; after-all some people get offended when you ask or answer their question.
"Firstly.. Those woman are a special case of slave, they were born into this house and as such were raised in its walls. This gave them all the time and understanding to realize that this was just another way of living." Kaede nods leaning forward again as their host explained the girls and how they came to be there. It also explains why Peng-E said nothing to him about how long she'd been here. Master-slave relationships can be complicated and it's always best to reveal little and leave men suspicious than to reveal everything and let them understand the world.

Kaede continued nodding as he answered his second question, "As well for the rooms I can understand your question for that.. The fact that we require the master to be, to spend time within these walls is to get to know their chosen slave." That seemed reasonable to the Prince and not necessarily surprising. Kenner ran what could only be described as a 'High End Establishment' and to expect the buyers to learn more about their purchase was reasonable. He figured it also gave Kenner a chance to learn more about the buyer as well.

Kaede sits leaning as far forward as he can to the story of Lord Borough, who is buried somewhere in the estate. The story seems grisly even without the details. "As for seeing them, that is possible.. after they are fed we move them into the atrium for observation and that will allow them to get something familiar under their feet as well."


"I see." says the Prince finishing his drink and pouring himself a second, "I must say your explanation is quite... thorough and impressive. As impressive as this lovely little drink you have provided. You are truly the gr...a...ci...ous host..." Kaede's voice trailing off as the vision of loveliness Peng-E enters and walks over to Kenner. Kaede smiles at her, but it dies when he realizes something is wrong. She is walking fast, too fast for something insignificant and she looks quite agitated. She whispers something into Kenner's ear, that he's too far away to hear, which is better since eavesdropping on his host might get him kicked out.

"Well.. it seems the day keeps getting better. 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." Kaede rises and bows to their host as he quickly exits the room.
Kaede looks at each of the others in the room. All women and him, normally this would be his dream, especially with Pen-E being there. But the woman in white unnerves him and he still isn't sure why. The impolite woman in red seems odd. He spends a few extra seconds washing his eyes with the image of Peng-E. He scoots out his chair, ready to play knight in shining armor for the nervous and somewhat agitated young lady, but instead he grabs some more fruit and one of the bowls of grapes and sits back down. "No sense in angering the host by upsetting his property." Kaede muses.
Kaede rises and holds his cup high, "To us, ladies. May our needs be met by what is made available." then he swallows the drink. "And M'lady," he says bowing slightly to Peng-E, "Whenever you are ready to take us to see the wares in the atrium I will be ready." Kaede pours himself another goblet full and sits back down admiring the exquisite taste.
Kaede slowly moves his glare around the room, capturing to memory anything and everything that he thinks might be important, mostly the mistresses. He takes another drink emptying the cup halfway and then sets it back down. "It's a fine liquor." he tells himself, "But I am on business. If I drink too much I may do something stupid. I should have brought a second with me. Someone to restrain me." he contemplates that thought, but then he can't think of anyone he could have brought other than Tetsume and he needs Tetsume with the men to keep everything organized and ready for his return.

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Character Portrait: Nix Nir Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Kaede Akamori Character Portrait: Mistress Syntira Character Portrait: Mistress Eavia Character Portrait: William "Mad Dog Bill" Manhoon Character Portrait: Genti Stone
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Kenner

Kenner looked down at the girl as she spoke.. "Genti?.. That is quite nice." his train of thought was interrupted by the pounding boots of a guard approaching from the entrance. "Master Kenner.. its Mad Dog, he has the two men from before.." Kenner's face brightens at the moment and he turns to look at Roldan, giving him a small signal to take the girl away.. "Take her to the atrium and have the others moved there as well. I will be on my way shortly."

Roldan blinks his reaction to Kenner's words and reaches down to lift up the smaller woman, the surprise almost making her drop the bowl. With he in hand he barks his orders to the other guards and they in turn run about gathering their things for moving all the others along as well.

But for now Kenner looks on as Manhoon and his men are lead into Raven Loft from the weather outside, he is also rather ecstatic to see the two suspects in tow among Bills cattery. They moved weakly with a wobble in each step, this was enough to tell Kenner that they had been worked over pretty well to get them to cooperate or even so for fun.
With the approach of the group both me were brought to their knees by two of Bills men and Kenner walked up in front of them with his hands on his waist and his robe split as before.. "I'm glad I can always count on you William" It was obvious now that Kenner and Mad Dog had a history and even thought it was a small footnote of time that registered for Kenner he was glad that such a man existed as to be counted on.

He stared down on the two pathetic excuses of man as they made small scrupulous noises to dictate their feeling towards the moment of their peril. The man on the left with his lightly brown and muddied hair has already starting to make a mess of the moment. Apperantly he soiled himself during the ride back, or maybe it was the man handling that Bills men gave him either which could not be discerned now anyway. The left one however, the little blonde man was also causing his own problems.
His nose somehow got broke before he got inside and an audible drip could be heard in the silence of the moment. Red dots of life dropped from his broken face and started leaving a small round reflective circle on the marble below. Kenner Sneered for a moment realizing that it would be his maids to clean up such a mess. Both men raise their eyes in fright and freeze when they see Kenner, who in turn leans in a small amount with his smile.. "What nothing to say?..." The blonde man stammers a small bit when he tries to answer but ends up swallowing his right to speak with a large resounding gulp in his throat.

Kenner raises himself and grabs the two men by the hair lightly twisting their heads to change position so he can speak and announce his orders.. "Guards.. I want them in a set of pared stocks and locked in the lower ring for three weeks." He tips the men back as the lose balance on their knees and fall backwards, their head smacking the marble easily causing more physical pain. The two guards on the stairs were quick to grab the men by the ankles and drag them off back towards the door, only to turn a corner and soon disappear down a ridged stair case.
Both of the men making sobbing sounds all the way, it was evident that they didn't know what was coming but they still feared it all the same.
Kenner produced a small rag from inside of his robe and wiped his hands clean of the muck that the men left behind, only to drop the rag and step forward and finally approach Mad Dog and take his hand in a hearty shake.. "Ahh.. Mad Dog Manhoon. Just the man that I can count on to make my day instantly better." They release the grip and Kenner looks at Daud with a large Grin.. "Welcome back as well Daud."

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Pen'g stood at the edge of the table and looked at the other Masters as they sat and finished their meals, Kaede was the first to act out with his small toast and while she was forbidden from drinking at the moment she gave him a slightly nod and smile. It was then that another entered from the adjacent door, it was another woman dressed in white. In fact she was dressed the same way as Peng'e, save for the fact that she had a rather large pony tail pulled in her hair with only the bangs sticking out. She looks at Peng'e and moves in to say something to her before moving back out of the room moving out of the main door. peng'e makes a slight face as she exist and returns her gaze back towards the group only when Eavia speaks up about wanting to see the slaves. She smiles and bows gesturing towards the rear door from where the other woman arrived and she walks out slowly so the others may have their time to rise and follow.

Meanwhile below Pesshka has stepped outside of Miyako's cell, she looked over at Nix as she spoke to herself. Either that or she was trying to get Pesshka's attention for some reason and the masked woman leaned in as she approached the werehyenas own container.
She presses her self against the bars as she tilts her head to hear the distant noise of boots approaching and turns back toward Nix. ~Well.. if you be a good girl and follow her lead.. then you will get your chance.~

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Syntira had been observing the conversation in silence, she was lost in her own thought. She again saw the man she had seen earlier, and it was only now that she realized that he was another potential Master. And I hadn't even had the decency to say hello to him... When the two had encountered previously, the Dragonkin was so absorbed in the idea of seeing the slaves that she hadn't heard the polite gentleman say, "Milady." The mistress quickly made a mental note to apologize for her rude behavior earlier. Still in somewhat of a daze, Syntira reached for a piece of meat from the center of the table and began cutting it. Her napkin had already been placed over her lap, and she made quick work on the meal-cutting it expertly into small chewable bites. Syn's focus only lifted when Kaede made a toast to the table, "To us, Ladies. May our needs be met by what is made available." Smiling, the fiery Dragonkin lifted her own goblet, nodding once with a smirk plastered over her face.

"Ah, yes. And to bonds that will never be broken." Syn tipped her goblet towards him, winking once before she drank the fine liquid. It did have a lovely taste, and Syn couldn't place if she had ever tasted the same drink before. Her eyes then flashed to a lady adorned in white robes; who was scowling as the man made a toast. How utterly rude... Though Syntira's voice remained at the same icy and seemingly emotionless tone, she had been raised to be polite. She couldn't imagine disregarding a man of obvious power's toast or conversation. Speaking of which, that same man was eying over a slave hungrily. Syn held a hand over her mouth, giggling behind it and lowering her eyes. Standing just as the others did, Syn followed the beautiful young slave down the ornate hallways towards the atrium. She was definitely excited to encounter the species' she had seen earlier, but not to the point where the emotion would show on her face. In fact, if an emotion did show on her face, it was most likely anger. Otherwise, Syntira kept all feelings in check.

As the trio were led through the various corridors of the castle, Syn's mind returned again to the beings she had seen earlier. The white eared and tailed neko's face was plastered in her mind. Then again, so was the alluring red stripe over the canine neko's face. Nekos were the only species that Syn hadn't come into close contact with. Well, other than Master Kenner himself. His blood red eyes bore into her mind, and the seemingly demonic transformation still confused her. Syn hadn't had time to consult her journal about his species yet. In fact, his mate may be even more of a mystery. Pesshka... What secrets do you hide behind that mask of yours? And you Kenner, I vow to learn of your secrets as well. Syn shook herself of those thoughts, her eyes focusin again on Kaede.

"Excuse me, sir. I didn't catch your name earlier. I apologize for my extreme lack of manners earlier. I cannot have my kind represented in such a fashion." Mistress Syntira bowed her head for a moment, before raising it to like back up at the Prince. "I am Mistress Syntira, of the Dragonkin. It's a pleasure." Her green reptilian eyes observed his magenta colored hair. In fact, Syn quite enjoyed the color, especially on him. Syn's own hair was unnatural for a human, thankfully she wasn't of that species. But this man... The Dragonkin scented the air. Yes, he was definitely a human.

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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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Kenner

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Bloodsong Character Portrait: Hope Character Portrait: Nix Nir Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Miyako Character Portrait: Kaede Akamori Character Portrait: Teagan Holmes Character Portrait: Kit Kuchini Character Portrait: Mistress Syntira Character Portrait: Mistress Eavia Character Portrait: William "Mad Dog Bill" Manhoon
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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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Character Portrait: Bloodsong Character Portrait: Nix Nir Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Miyako Character Portrait: Kaede Akamori Character Portrait: Mistress Syntira Character Portrait: William "Mad Dog Bill" Manhoon
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Kaede

Kaede continues following behind the group. He slides a little further back with each step. Except for Peng-E the group makes him feel on edge, "There is something wrong with these people, if they're even people." he repeats to himself. He's not so much afraid as he is being cautious -- probably too cautious. He needs to make sure that he doesn't arouse suspicion among the Mistresses.
His caution is eased momentarily when their group merges with Kenner and his group. Seeing Kenner does bring some measure of relief, but the group he's with doesn't bring one iota of ease, rather they bot make the hair on the back of his neck stand. "Wonderful! We've run into a group of common-looking thugs." he murmurs in his mind, though he is certain that they are anything but common. "I never expected to see saints and women of wholesome virtue," Kaede contemplates, "But, I also never anticipated that I'd be rambling around the third plane of Hell either." He feels like he has crossed through Minauros with its vile rains and harsh winds, past the demonic hoard of guardians that protect Mammon's golden fortress. If Kenner were less human and more serpent-like, Kaede would swear Kenner was the Viscount Mammon. Kaede shakes his head clearing his head of such thoughts.

Kaede bows to the 'gentlemen', "Gentlemen. Good day to both of you. It's a pleasure. I am Prince Kaede Akimori second son of King Haru. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." As uncertain as Kaede feels about the two new men, this mission is not about these men, Kenner, the women or his concerns; it is about acquiring what he needs and getting what is rightfully his and if that means dealing with unscrupulous and amoral beings then so be it.

Kaede steps back to the women and follows Kenner down the hall toward the atrium.
"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." Kaede stands in awe inhaling the entire scene with his eyes, etching every plant, every piece of glass, every carving, everything about the room. He is amazed by the splendor and workmanship of the room. This room surpasses anything piece of construction he has ever seen, "The number of master craftsmen it must have taken to design and build such a structure." he whispers, a gasp in his voice.
"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." Kenner proclaims not hiding his pride in the splendor of the room.
"Amazing!" is the only thing the young Prince can think to say, his mind blank of any thought of the others with him and earlier concerns. "A man who crafted this is someone not to be trifled with." he etches into his brain.

His muses of the room are interrupted by the noises below. The slaves have arrived. Kaede plants his focus on the slaves. He sits down and observes, the way the Emperor does when he picks a special woman for the evening. His attention begins with the rowdy young one who was singing an odd, but threatening song. Kaede smiles, "The dog that howls the loudest is not always the most dangerous. But, never be too quick to judge." he thinks.
The creature rolling in the grass is the next to earn his attention. It's a tall and fascinating looking being. He wonders how it might fare in a fight, if it could be trained to kill, and more importantly, kill the right target. That one wears black, while the girl has red and black.
"Interesting!" he says in a low voice as he tries to imagine them finishing off his father and brother. But the image doesn't come to him. Something about them bothers him. "For now." he says nodding his head.
He watches some of the others going about their routines and then his eyes fixate on a girl sitting near the lake. He cocks his head, sits up and leans forward, "She's one of us." he tells himself, shocked that a girl that might be from his region could be here. "Who would sell one of our people to this place? The Emperor would be infuriated should he discover this." he shouts in his head. It's possible he could be wrong. He etches that girl to his memory as well, "I will need to learn more about her." he whispers.

"Kenner, sir," Kaede says turning toward his host, "Questions. That girl down there singing that strange song. That creature rolling in the grass. Why do they have black collars. Specificall, Sir. I understand they're dangerous. Can I speak to them? Do they have the intelligence to understand? I mean, the girl is singing a song, but I can teach a parrot to do the same. That doesn't mean it would understand me and be able to hold conversation. No disrespect intended." he pauses for a brief second, "Oh, and that girl by the lake sitting there with her thoughts in the blue and orange collar. What of her? May I speak to her?"

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Kit wasn't feeling very safe about being around so many of these unfamiliar beings. Many of them looked dangerous, the wolf-thing in particular and the female singing strange songs. He kind of wanted to bolt right up one of those trees, just to ensure he was completely safe. Even then, he didn't know how many of them could climb.

He also didn't even know what species many of these creatures were. He supposed he had lived a pretty sheltered life, not seeing much of anything beyond Nekos and humans, something else on the rare occasion but never had he been this close and personal with anything else. Also, all of his Masters had been human. He couldn't imagine what cruelty non-human Masters were capable of, like that red-haired woman for example.

Just about the only beings in this enclosure which didn't make his ears pin back was Alistair and the small human girl, who he could now see in full. Everything else looked like it was capable of eating him, which didn't sound like much fun.

He located Alistair among the bodies of strangers, moving low to the ground in a near-crawl as not to be noticed by any hungry creatures. He refused to make eye contact with any of them, even looking upon them could be dangerous. Fortunately, the area was large enough for there to be some distance between he and most of the others.

He approached Alistair, his eyes wide, glancing around him at all times to make sure nothing was attempting to rip his throat out. Not that there was much he could do about it if there was, his physique didn't allow for much resistance. He was bedazzled by the fact Alistair's life, brought up by breeders and solely intended for this kind of life, had been pleasant if not desirable. He felt a sort of longing in his heart. His family had never made him feel wanted or cared for, never bought joy to his features.

"Don't you want freedom?" Kit asked softly, hoping not to startle the other Neko by his sudden appearance. "Are you truly content with your life so far? And what is tuna?"

Kit personally longed for the day he might be free from the threat of abuse, pain, chains. It was doubtful it would ever happen, since he was far too cowardly to ever fight back or attempt escape, but he could dream, couldn't he?

He lay down, making himself as small as possible, his head resting on his arms, tail flicking beside him. What if nobody wanted him and he remained her for the rest of his miserable existence? The other creatures around him were far more fascinating then a simple kitty cat with no strength or talent.

He mewed weakly, feeling at unease among all these strangers, uncertainty hovering above him like a demon. Some of these beings smelled over-powering and he couldn't stand it. He meowed again, but louder, hoping the Gods of Familiarity would bless him with something stable he could hold on to.