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Narcissa

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

Description

Name: Narcissa (Given by her Master)

Age: 18 human years 120 seasons Elemental years

Gender: Female

Collar: Black

Classification: Slave

Race: Human/Ice elemental exotic

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Physical Description: bred simply for to a beautiful product of a strange arrangement Narcissa stands at a descent height of five foot eight and weighing in a mere one hundred twenty five pounds. Her height has simply blossomed her body into a lithe structure of well defined muscles and well rounded feminine features. She retains the Ice elemental's nature of white frost hair that cascades down to just below her waistline in a mass of waves that she keeps parts braided and held up by golden ribbons. Her attire is usually something simple and form fitting in order to allow her to freely dance or handle the tasks she's given. Her eyes are an intense lavender color shaded well by dark long lashes, her facial bone structure is well defined with high cheekbones and a pert nose and finished with rose colored rounded lips. Her skin is almost a soft alabaster complexion slightly paler then an average human and her ears are slightly pointed. She at all times must wear the gold bracelets that have been specially crafted in order to keep her from using her full elemental powers.

Personality: She's the silent yet deadly type, she has the tendency to flirt dangerously close to trouble. She has yet to be loyal to anyone let alone a Master, her thoughts being that there is no point. Narcissa is hot tempered, but for the better part can hold it in line unless highly provoked. She knows how to make people believe she's sweet and mild mannered for that's what she gives them at first presentation unless she feels like showing her true colors. Behind those lovely lavender eyes lays something deadly, she often imagines decapitating those that stand in the way of her freedom.

Likes:
*Ice
*Wine
*satin material
*Music

Dislikes:
*Liers
*Shackles
*the Whip
*overly obnoxious males
*those that don't bathe

History: When Narcissa was first discovered she'd been roaming Yakutsk, Russia near naked and seemingly lost. She was very young when the man who found her took her in and clothed her. When she gazed up at him he was immediately drawn to her lavender hued eyes and curiosity grew. No human child could own such eyes and so he questioned but the answers given he couldn't believe and so he turned hateful, thinking Narcissa was lying to him. He locked in her in a cage and questioned her every day. The more he prodded her with sticks and shouted Narcissa grew angry until one day she let out a ear piercing scream and reached for him only to find her hand had shifted to a solid sword like shape and cut through the man's middle killing him instantly. Slightly terrified but satisfied she'd killed her tormentor she escaped. Sadly with bloodied outfit she was soon found out and before long she was shipped away to the only place they knew to send her and upon arrival the Master of the home was informed of her gifts and ushered inside. From that day she's been at Raven Loft.

So begins...

Narcissa's Story

Characters Present

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*placement is as such*

Bloodsong - Hope <--> Naamah - Miyako

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


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

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

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Alice, the Sergal


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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Bloodsong Character Portrait: 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

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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Narcissa was growing bored now, she was feeling too warm for her own taste and so she gripped the bars and closing her eyes she focused what little power she could use and began frosting the bars, with only one hand gripping the bar she found it still wasn't enough and so she gripped them with both hands and put all efforts into creating an atmosphere suitable to her own needs. Within seconds the frost began forming until icicles were created and began expelling a chill within the cell. The feel had Narcissa pressing her head against the bars with a soft sigh of contentment.
The chill was soothing but using as much energy as she had to create it was taxing and so she remained pressed against the bar feeling slightly weakened. Opening her eyes just as Pesshka entered once more, she seemed to be checking on them making sure they'd eaten and what not. Her attention was drawn to blood song, he wasn't eating it seemed, Narcissa quietly watched hearing Pesshka directing the creature to eat.

She was slightly annoyed by Nix repeating the little song she'd sang earlier but it seemed to annoyed Pesshka as well. Her eyes followed the female as she moved towards Nix's cage and remarked that she should get it in her head that this was home for now until she was bought. Narcissa raised a brow at the mention of being bought and she felt her lip curl slightly at the notion. Pesshka made a move as if to do something to Nix but stopped, fist clenched. Narcissa wondered what could have happened but Pesshka turned and sets her attention back on Bloodsong whom she once more encourages to eat the food.
While he ate Pesshka slipped back outside of his cage before announcing that they should all eat up that they'd need their strength once they were taken outside.

She didn't want to leave her cell, it was now to her liking and comfort that the idea of leaving her cold environment to go wherever it was they wanted to take her wasn't boding well. While she debated on being a willing participant of leaving the cells she watched Pesshka move to the young human's cage and converse with her, it seemed she was soothing the human. But once more Nix's attitude and behavior had Narcissa turning her eyes upon the creature as it once more displayed anger and began singing her little song once more in which Narcissa scoffed softly to herself and awaited the transition that they would partake in as soon as Pesshka made the announcement.

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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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Narcissa wasn't surprised when the guards came to each cell, some were bound, she being one of them, while others were simply led. Being a none threat she envied the ones who were just simply escorted while she was led by shackles once more. Somehow she knew that if she tried to fight them the guards would restrain her with enough power so as not to harm her. As they left the cells she glanced back at Nitha, she was curious as to why they'd not tried to take her along, but reality of the situation set in and Narcissa knew that once Kenner was present she'd see Nitha again.
Bloodsong's reaction was expected as he tucked tail and like any animal was dragged away. Nix was the one Narcissa wasn't too sure about, the creature seemed saddened and then suddenly lively again as she was strapped, bound and removed from her cell. Her hesitation as she'd watched the others had caused her guard to jerk the bindings forcing her to turn her attention to him. Narrowed silvery eyes focused on the man and she wanted to grab his arm and freeze it off. Instead tugged back on the bindings and began walking away. As they traveled down the a small causeway Narcissa wondered what met them on the other side, she hadn't imagined grass.

A place that looked much like the meadows she'd seen in picture books as a small child. When they came to the edge of the grassy meadow she halted her steps, it was too warm for her liking. When the bindings were removed she sought out a shady area and remained there. Observing the others wondering what was about to take place. She sighed unhappily wishing she'd been left to her cell like Nitha. It was too warm for her and she felt a flush rising in her cheeks. "Whatever Kenner wishes to do with us I wish he'd not delay it. I feel faint from this heat." she groaned wiping the beads of sweat that was forming. Being an ice elemental it left her somewhat at a disadvantage when the sun or heat was involved. Narcissa scooted herself further beneath the shady area and attempted to create a cooled area, but the warmth was melting it as fast as she could make it.
She scowled and grabbed angrily at the golden rings about her wrists, "Infernal damnation to these things for restricting my powers. Insufferable heat will be the death of me." she growled loudly and flopped her hands in her lap, "I need cold." she felt her heart rate pick up and hoped Kenner would present himself soon so she could ask him for a reprieve from the heat. Her eyes roamed about until they rested on the young girl by the water she was singing.
Narcissa wondered for a moment what it was she was singing, but something caught her eye and she turned her head to glance at the group on the balcony. Kenner headed them up but judging by their appearances they had to be people who bought things. She saw most of them were eyeing Nix, Kit, Bloodsong and the young girl so they'd not seen her beneath the tree in the shade.

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Narcissa watched the group with interest, wondering, slowly she rose and drew out from beneath the shade of the tree. She wanted a closer look but the effort was halted when her eyes caught Kenner descending from the balcony above and headed in the direction of Nix. It seemed her attitude had not gone unnoticed as he hit the ground with ease and made his way towards her. The song she was once more singing an ear sore Narcissa thought.
She stopped in her tracks and watched as Kenner approached Nix and they conversed, but it went from calm to storm in an instant as Nix's body tensed, she poised and attacked. Kenner didn't flinch, instead he held his ground firmly as Nix sank her teeth into his shoulder. Narcissa could tell although still at a distance that a wound was inflicted and she expected Kenner to react in a manner that would have left Nix beyond repair, but instead whatever he'd done within minutes had Nix upon the ground convulsing in what appeared to be her human form.
A little startled Narcissa waited until Kenner had dispersed before she drew closer to Nix, simply to peer down at her as she curled herself up and shivered. Raising a brow she shook her head, assuming that perhaps this was the breaking point that the creature understood...you either bow to the whims of the Master or forever lose your freedom to which you sought.
Sighing softly she sat down next to Nix and reaching out placed her hand upon the creatures forehead and whispered. "Your temper will lose you your freedom. Observe and await a better time to strike." she knew Nix probably didn't care what she had to say, so she rose once more and stepped away leaving Nix to contemplate her actions.
Narcissa eyed the water and mused some as she made her way over to it, kneeling down she touched her finger to the surface and the water surrounding the tip of her finger began crystallizing and hardening until it formed a shell over a small part of the lake.
Content with her workings she rose to her full height and stepped out onto the block of ice then sat down. She craved the cold and this was the best way she could do so. Her eyes slowly rose once more to gaze at the group above, slowly passing over each individual and taking mental notes. "So they are to be our....Masters." she stated rather then asking aloud.