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Jaylene Cameron Wilde

"Hah. You want me to do what? Yeah right."

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a character in “War of the Sun and Moon”, as played by RiotTerritory

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Full Name- Jaylene Cameron Wilde

Nickname- Jay

Gender- Female

Age- 22

Role- Captive One

Master- Xaviar "X" Skuulman

Personality- To put it simply, Jay is angry, bitter, sarcastic, and cunning. She is kind and good-hearted to any lycan that she comes across (though it may not be the best of ideas), but is bitter towards mundane. In her human form, she is very small and therefore cannot fight, so usually with her master, she is just dry and sarcastic instead of being outwardly violent like she would love to be. Being angry all the time drains the energy right out of her, so after she calms down, she becomes very submissive and has no will to fight. She may seem as though she is willing to take anyone that comes her way, but in reality, she has little to no hope of ever being free. After years of being captured, she is wary and cautious with every step she takes. She is also very sly and cunning as you would expect from a girl like her. She loves to steal little things from every human and lycan she passes. It is the one source of fun that she seems to have left. In her wolf form, she is one of the fastest of her kind and is most skittish and child-like than she is at any other time. However, it is hard for her to remember the last time she was a full wolf.

Likes- Meat (especially lamb), gold, feathers, theft, the color yellow, springtime, actual wolves, nighttime

Dislikes- Citrus fruits, suffering, silver, full moons, answering to humans, rattling noises

Your Thoughts on Humans?- Jay would love to rip certain humans' throats out, though she knows that she cannot. She absolutely despises the great majority of humans and has yet to meet one that she actually cares about. However, somehow she has a soft spot for human children. She doesn't know why though, considering that she knows they will one day turn into monsters like their parents. She thinks the reason is perhaps she feels that their generation can change and be better than that of their parents.

Appearance as Description- In human form, Jay is a petite girl who stands at only about 5'1. This makes her fast and sly but with little upper body strength. She has purplish-blue eyes and usually wears feathers in her messy, brown-blonde hair. In wolf form, she is also smaller than most lycans, but is still a good deal larger than a normal, everyday wolf. Her fur is the same light brown color of her hair along and has places that show the blonde of her hair. Her eyes are also the same purple-blue color as they are as a human. As in

Bio.- While Jay doesn't remember much about her parents, she remembers that when she was about seven her mother tried desperately to run away and hide them both. However, her mother's attempt was futile and she was executed in the town square. Jay was kept alive and was put up for auction soon after her mother's execution. At her age, Jay was very small and was sold last at the auction and for a very low price. She went to a family where she was placed to be the servant for a little girl that was only about three years older than Jay herself. This girl, Cara, didn't hate Jay because she didn't know that she was supposed to, but Cara's father despised Jay.

The two became very good friends and Jay was so pleased. She had been told that humans were cruel and harsh. Luckily for both of them, Cara's father never found out that they were friends until one day when Jay was ten, Cara's father saw his daughter giving Jay a left over piece of bread from the table. Jay was taken out into the yard, was beaten severely, and was told to stay out there for several days with no food. After this event, the two girls stayed friends but were now much more careful with how they went about their friendship. When they went out to the market, Jay made sure that she looked fearful of Cara and Cara made sure to act very mean to Jay.

A few years later, when Jay was 17 and Cara was 20, Cara fell in love with a man from the town and had to start acting even meaner to Jay for the sake of winning the man over. Jay understood and thought that it was just an act until Cara started to actually become meaner and more angry with Jay when the man was not around. Confused, Jay played along, not knowing that this was no longer an act. A year later, when Jay was 18, Cara married the man and moved into his tiny apartment, taking Jay with her. Jay soon realized that Cara no longer cared for her anymore and that they were no longer friends. While she wanted desperately to leave Cara and her brutal husband, Jay knew that she couldn't.

She stayed with Cara and her husband for five years until about a month ago, Cara began an attempt to break free of the grasp that mainly Cara's husband now held on her. Jay began to snap frequently, though it would cause for many a beating from Cara's husband, Jay knew that her plan was working. The final beating that she remembers, she blacked out from exhaustion and woke up in a dungeon, the feathers in her hair a mess, and surrounded by other lycans also waiting to be sold off.

Theme Song- Ain't No Rest For The Wicked - Cage The Elephant

Other- (*o*)


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So begins...

Jaylene Cameron Wilde's Story

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Jay abruptly stopped picking at the feather in her hair and eyed the young boy who sat in the cage across from her talking about saving his sister and such. In many cases, Jay would have made a sarcastic comment to the boy, but she simply couldn't bring herself to say anything to the young man who seemed so fiery as she had once been. Instead, she looked on at the boy with pity and with longing that she could still have that much hope.

Jay's hope had been broken many years ago and it seemed only a distant thought now. Many lycans still had that resounding hope in being saved or breaking out. Then again, many of them had that defeated, submissive nature, and Jay was one of them. Even if by some chance she could break out, Jay had no chance of winning a fight against a human especially given her size and physique.

Jay's head snapped up as a large, horrendous smelling, slave master walked in shouting about making good impressions. Jay sighed and stood, stretching her stiff body and reluctantly combing her fingers through her hair to make it look better. Despite how much she resented the slave master, she knew that he was right when he said that first impressions were everything.

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Jay looked out on the crowd, her eyes darting every direction. She saw an older, nobleman walk up to one of the lycans next to her and the lycan greeted him with perfect English. Jay almost chuckled at this scene, but refrained.

A man much larger than Jay stepped up to her and and grabbed her chin forcefully, making her look up int his eyes. Jay was about ready to spit on him when the slave master called out to the man, "No touchin' 'less you're gonna buy!" Jay would have thanked the slave master; however, she shuddered at the idea of thanking a man for anything.

The large man let go of her and she shook her head, wiggling her jaw around a bit. For some reason, this auction made Jay uneasy. She was usually bought last, for she wasn't usually seen as useful for carrying large loads. Right then, she didn't care too much who it was, she just hoped that someone would buy her. If she wasn't bought, then it was obvious that she would be killed.

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"You're kid-ding m-e, right?" Persephone deadpanned, staring at her parents with an almost annoyed look. Her hands followed her words, making strange gestures and motions on instinct; she was in the process of developing a sort of 'sign language' for the deaf, and so far, it was coming along fine. She was quickly falling into the habit of using the language as she spoke; it was a miracle that she had a better than average memory, allowing her to remember all the 'words' she had developed with her hands and fingers.

Her parents didn't mind the odd way she spoke; after all, how normal could Persephone actually speak, when she was as deaf as a bat? Or, were they blind? Well, whichever a bat was, Persephone was still practically incapacitated, and they only had her best interests and safety at heart. That being said, the only way for her to truly be safe was to buy a Lycan guard dog to watch the store when she was working. They didn't want her to be whisked away to a random, foreign country where their main source of income was trafficking women. Not only that, but what if a robber stepped into the shop after hearing of the deaf blacksmith? He'd rape her and then steal her blind!

"I d-on't ne-ed a stupid d-og." She glared irritably at them before turning away and continuing slamming the hammer against the heated metal; sweat beads slid down the side of her face, a result of being so close to the flames that whispered delicate songs she could no longer hear. Her parents spoke behind her, but remembering that she didn't answer because she couldn't read their lips with her back to them, they made their way through the labyrinth of a blacksmith's workshop, bypassing the counter to tap her on the shoulder. Persephone turned back to them, pursing her lips in an obvious aggravated stare.

"What?" she hissed, refraining from smacking them with the hammer. "I'm bu-s-y."

You're getting a dog. She read off her father's lips. He held out a pouch of coins that she didn't feel any obligation to accept, but with another striking glare from her parents, she huffed and placed the hammer and sword down, grabbing the bag of coins with aggression.

You'll thank us in the future, 'Sephone. We love you and we worry -- will you not at least humor us? Her mother pleaded with sad and teary eyes. Persephone couldn't ignore such a heartfelt request from her mother, and as a result, she nodded begrudgingly, pocketing the money in the pants of her uniform. With a pleased smile, they left, and she was finally alone to finish up her work before making her way to center of the town where the auction would be, no doubt.

The only sound in the shop was the clanging of metal, pounding against the other, and a soft voice singing a broken song she could not hear.

we're o f f to see the wiz.ard!


The hustle and bustle of the square was not something she was used to. Even after all the years of being deaf, she still couldn't handle the crowds of people that should be emitting noise, but weren't. Persephone frowned, licking her dry lips with a slight fear that she tried to muffle. The blacksmith made her way through the people; they always had a slave auction in the same spot, and though she had only attended one once, her memory was good enough to remember exactly where it was.

Persephone's gaze wandered to the left where she saw a vendor selling fish; she'd have to buy some later with the leftover coins, maybe one for the Lycan she would have to own. The future gesture was not out of thoughtfulness or anything stupid like that; she just didn't want to be mauled by the dog and figured some nice, nasty fish would be a god buffer between them. After all, the smell was delicious.

Finally, Persephone stopped at the spot where the mutts were standing about, trying to grab attention from potential buyers. If 'Sephone was going stuck buy a stupid dog, she was going to make sure he was a powerful one, a dog that could do work at her shop. She wasn't going to have some lazy animal sit about the front entrance of her shop, scaring off potential customers with the excuse that he was 'protecting' her from possible villains and criminals. No, he was going to work for his stay, otherwise she'd send him right back and make sure he'd pay for wasting her time and her coin.

Looking at the Lycans lined up, she frowned. None of them looked able enough to even lift the hammer she had back in the shop much less guard her from rapists and woman kidnappers. There was a girl with a feather in her hair, and Persephone stopped there momentarily to gaze and wonder how a Lycan could be so blessed with good looks that most humans could not have. But other than a pretty face, she seemed too weak and useless, and Persephone had a thing against weak and useless creatures.

"To-o ski-nny," she mumbled, shaking her head. Her hands continued the habit of echoing after her in the sign language, even when she didn't realize it; that brought strange stares to her from many people, though there were those that recognized her as the unfortunate blacksmith and quickly pitied her.

Persephone moved along until she saw a tall man -- no, a tall Lycan. He wasn't just toned, he was built, muscular, and he looked as if he could lift several things at a time. Now, this was what she was looking for! This great monster was exactly what she needed in her shop, though most likely not sitting out the front door; he would definitely scare off customers to the point where she'd go bankrupt.

The Godzilla of a Lycan was in a hussle with a shorter and smaller man, and she had expected him to stand down like most others would -- except he didn't. Actually, he flung the poor human off and the guy was sent flying feet away, smack dab into his servant.

Really?

Really?

The one animal that looked as though he wouldn't die after a day in her shop, and he was the one with the anger problems. Great. Just freakin' posi-lutely great! This was not going to sit well with her parents... Persephone was sure they wanted something strong and powerful, but domesticated; they didn't want the Lycan to be the problem, but she none of the others looked as fit as the creature did. He was the one she wanted for her shop, but she didn't know if she wanted to risk losing an arm -- losing the use of her ears was good enough!

The slave-man was dragging the Lycan away; she needed to make a decision, hear and now.

Buy him? Don't buy him. Buy him! Don't buy him... Get a useless slave -- lose a leg. Or two. Or three. Maybe even four.

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"Aw d-amn." Persephone ran after the slave-man and the ridiculously large Lycan, yelling out in her awkward manner of speaking to try and catch his attention. "W-ait! Wait!"

Thankfully, she caught his attention, because the slave master stopped and turned around, greedy eyes staring at the possibility of getting paid -- if only she could hear the jingling of the coins in her pocket, because that was music to his ears. It was obvious he was going to rip her off and charge her more than what the crazy, wild Lycan was worth when one added in his inability to obey orders, but what did she know? Having spent all of her days inside her shop, forging weapons and farm items and other miscellaneous items, how was she to know how greedy men worked?

"I will b-uy h-him," she said, sending a glance toward the tall Lycan and hoping to the gods that she wasn't going to regret her decision. "Ho-w m-uch?" She reached inside her uniform pocket, pulling out the pouch of coins, not even noticing the wicked grin on the slave master's face, lusting for copious amounts of money .

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Jaden slowly stood up from his observing. Days like this reminded him why he was often ashamed to be a human. He continued to pick apart the crowd in his head. Most of it seemed like the usual when traders came into town. A lot of cursing from both sides, the traders constantly asking would be owners to back up, one slave here or there who likes like he just might make a run for it but knows he probably won't get very far.

He did notice a girl go straight into one of the slave traders. This kind of made him chuckle, whether it looked like she did it on purpose or she was too mesmerized by all the soul stolen men and women that stood before her. While Jaden circled around the back of the crowd he kept this girl in the corner of his eye.

One act gave a little spark of anger more than anything else in this scene. A larger man breaking the unwritten too close for comfort rule that was in place, but to a girl who was maybe about a quarter or a half of his size. If Jaden had no sense at all, he would've rushed through the crowd to strike this man, but that would solve nothing.

After the trader shooed the man away Jaden nudged his way through the crowd up to the girl. He didn't expect his words to mean anything to her, he was just another human adding false hope and suffering into her life, but he still felt pity and the urge to said something. "I apologize for the wrongs of my species. If I could do something to aid you in the present I would. Things will get better in due time though, I promise you." With those words spoken Jaden proceeded to disappear into the crow and head in a direction away from the commotion, he had enough of this sickness for the next month.

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Xaviar Skuulman arrived at the Market much later than most of the other royalty, hoping to avoid a majority of them. However, the slavemaster had brought in a large haul this day, and so many people were still around, bidding on the large ones, bickering for prices, and whispering gossip amongst themselves. Xaviar gave a small scowl, tipping his hat forward more in an attempt to hide his eyes.

Of course, it was more than just his eyes that set him apart from the other royalty. His lean, tall frame stood taller than most, and was unnatural for a man of royalty. His option of clothing, a design made by his own mind and tailored by an unknown master was a tuxedo-suit, complete with a top hat, of a Victorian-era grace. This design of clothing was millennia ahead of its time, sending scoffs and mummers through crowds when he made his way through. And then there was his body guard, butler, and friend Bolvan Medved. A Russian amongst Europeans, he stood a head taller than that of his young Master, and, ergo, stood as a monster of a man. His naturally-scraggy hair and beard often scared off Humans and Lycans alike, and the translation of the man's name--"hardhead bear"--was seen quite easily.

Ignoring all, Xaviar and his servant weaved through the crowd, approaching the lined-up Lycans, eyeing them with a critical eye, red as hellfire and blood. If Death itself could wear such strange clothing, some of the Lycan slaves thought as the young Master eyed them, giving a shiver, than this is surely He. There was no look of emotion in the eyes; no look of pity, yet, no look of hate. No look of disgust, yet, no look of approval, either.

That is, until his eyes set upon one Lycan in particular, his eyes breaking for a moment to show an awe for beauty. He stopped before the Lycan, observing her. His face was near-emotionless, his body rigid, but his eyes soaked in the beauty of a creature that was before him. Petite, the girl was comparatively short to the average of even the Europeans, but had the most wonderous eyes, a night-time color of a violet-blue shade, with the pain that all Lycans. Her natural shade of brown-blond hair was intertwined with feather to give an almost native look, a down-to-earth approach to beauty.

Bolvan leaned down to whisper his young master. "Is krasivyÄ­ volk, da?"

Xaviar gave a curt nod, then turned, giving a silent shout to the slavemaster, who was currently bickering a price with a drunkard for the very same Lycan before him. "Whatever that man is asking for this slave," Xaviar gave a motion to the Lycan. "I will triple."

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Jay stood tall as another man, this one surprisingly not drunk, stood before her. The man was much taller than many of the other humans standing around him and he had to lean down to speak to the man next to him. Jay heard what she recognized as Russian and was a bit surprised. She turned her head as she heard a drunken man haggling a price for her and decided that she would probably get sold off to another drunkard when the man in front of her called out that he would pay triple for her. Jay was taken aback, but didn't show it. She only continued to look steely-eyed at the man in front of her.

The slave master turned to him in surprise and the drunkard's eyes widened. Then the man turned back to the slave master, grumbled something along the lines of, "She ain't worth it." and stormed off.

The slave master turned to the tall man in front of Jay and gave a very heavy sigh. "How much you willin' to pay?"

Jay nearly growled at the slave master for what felt like the hundredth time that day. He was selling her off for probably something close enough to nothing. Jay looked back at the tall man and looked him up and down, her features still hard and cold. She thought that there had to be a reason he wanted to buy her and Jay almost shuddered at the thought of what some men did to their lycans. Maybe he was like her first master who just needed someone to look after his daughter. Jay only hoped.

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Jay watched skeptically the exchange between the slave master and the other man, Xaviar. She narrowed her eyes as the slave master unchained her with a maliciously whispered, "Have fun with yer new master, lil' doggy." Jay gave the man a sneer and whispered back, "Why thank ya, I will." The slave master stared after her as she began to walk away, almost surprised that she would talk back like that. However, Jay was already being nudged by the large bearded man and began to follow her new master down the street.

They stopped at a butcher's shop and Xaviar purchased a chunk of lamb. Jay's stomach growled, but she stayed completely still, not wanting to upset a new master who would most likely 'return' her if she did. He held it out to her and Jay assumed that he meant for her to carry it for him to wherever he was going. She secured the meat under one arm and replied to her new master, "My name is Jay. Jaylene if you would prefer, Master."

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Jay stared in shock as the silver collar was removed from around her neck. She stood hastily with the intention of jumping out of the moving carriage when it's wheel hit a good sized rock and Jay was thrown into the seat she had previously been sitting in.

Jay's head spun and she only sat still, listening silently to the men across from her. She didn't know what to think of Xaviars intentions, but as the carriage came to a halt and the door was opened, Jay looked from the road beneath them back to Xaviar and then Bolvan. Her eyes narrowed, thinking that this all was a trick before realizing that the man was one hundred percent serious. Jay said nothing again and swung herself gracefully out of side of the carriage and stepped cautiously out.

Jay looked back curiously when suddenly she was hit with an almost painful bout of deja vu. She had to step back as the image of her mother hastily pulling her away into the forest assaulted her mind. She distinctly remembered the night when her mother had decided that Jay couldn't live the way she had for so many years. She had run away with little Jay in tow. While Jay's mother's situation had not been exactly like Jay's was at the moment, she still had a very kind master who had clearly seen the two lycans escaping and had done nothing of it. In the end, Jay's mother had been caught, and she and her master had been executed in front of Jay while Jay herself had been put up at auction.

Jay quickly snapped out of her memories and looked back at the open door of the carriage. She thought the memories were over when she suddenly took another frightful step back as the image of her mother's dead body crossed her mind. Jay looked back at the road ahead of her with wide eyes. She knew she would be hunted and executed along, most likely, with her master. Jay gave a quick few breaths and began backing away toward the carriage door as if she was backing away from someone with a knife. Her back hit the side of the carriage and she turned around. She gave a wide-eyed look at Xaviar and then at Bolvan before clearing her face of all emotions and taking a shaky step back into the carriage. As she did so, she mentally slapped herself for not running, but at the time, all she wanted to do was survive.

She carefully picked at one of the feathers in her hair that had fallen out and tossed it out the door. She watched as the wind picked it up and it began to be carried away, but was suddenly stomped down by the large hoof of one of the horses in front of the carriage. Jay shook her head and looked at Xaviar, her eyes bright, and said sarcastically, "I'd like to not be executed. Thank ya very much."

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Jay looked at the necklace with distaste before slipping it on silently. She touched it with two fingers and then gave Bolvan a small smile as he called this place her new 'home'. Jay snorted to herself. Home was no where for her and yet it seemed as though it was everywhere. The carriage stopped suddenly and Jay stepped out behind Xaviar, being greeted by curious, smiling faces of lycan and human servants.

An older woman, Bertha, she had been called, stepped up to Jay and gave her a smile. Jay hesitantly grinned back and allowed herself to be lead toward the mansion by the woman. "Ye might like it here, child," Bertha said quietly as they stepped inside.

Jay jumped with surprise at the servant's voice and gave her a nod, a silent, friendly understanding passing between the two. The kindly woman took her into one of the rooms and set a bath for her. Jay looked at the steaming water with curiosity. She had never bathed in such hot water. Her bathing habits usually consisted of ice cold water, a hose, or both. Bertha chuckled at Jay's curious look. "It's for you, ya know." Jay looked up at her with a now shocked expression. Bertha only chuckled again, set a clean uniform on the rack near the tub, and left Jay to bathe in peace.

After moments of being in the tub, Jay had gotten so caught up in the warmth that she had nearly forgotten that she had been called to speak with her Master. Suddenly remembering this, Jay jumped out of the warm water and dried herself in one of the lush towels, which she also momentarily got caught up in. She placed the clean uniform on and looked in the mirror. She had kept her hair up, not wanting it to be wet, but the tips had been soaked slightly. The person staring back at her was a stranger to Jay. A clean stranger. Jay quickly shook her head to shake the thoughts out of her mind and stepped hastily into the next room just as Bertha stepped came in as well, most likely to see what Jay was up to. The woman looked her up and down and grinned for a moment before putting on a more serious, 'busied' look. "Come now, ye must go along to Master's study."

Jay followed Bertha quickly down the hall and to a large door. She turned with the intention of speaking with Bertha for a moment, but the lady was already hurrying away down the hallway. Jay shrugged and turned back to the door, knocked lightly a few times, and called, "You wished to speak with me, Master."

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Xaviar looked up at the knock, almost forgetting he had requested Jay to come to his study. "Ah, yes, come in, come in." As Jay would enter, it was obvious that the term 'study' applied loosely to the room. While it was certainly like that of the studies of other royalties, with books lining the walls, a fireplace near the end of the room; it was most likely more appropriate to label it a 'laboratory'. All the books were about sciences, and several shelves proudly displayed bottles of solutions and different materials rather than paper-bound knowledge. There were several tables in the room, each with a different assortment of objects: one held tools and materials for building mechanical machines and weapons. Two others held bubbling solutions of differing meaning, one with organic materials noting for medicinal and poison-making purposes. The other, which Xaviar stood at now, was more element- and mineral-based, seeming to be for the purpose of creating new solutions for a variety of reasons.

"Now, Jaylene--" As he spoke, he continued his work, grinding a black substance into a fine powder with a mortar and pestle. "Or would you prefer me to call you Jay? You hadn't made that clear in the carriage." Gaining the consistency he was looking for, he poured the fine black powder into a vial. Taking up vials of several other ground materials, he poured them altogether in a large flask. "I wished to speak with you about the ways of my home. I understand that you were once a slave, and that you...were not treated correctly." He swirled the flask, mixing the dry ingredients together. "I would presume that you believe that I am either a liar or insane, correct? For--" He poured the ingredients out into a heap on the table. "--in this house, you are not a slave. You are a servant. A person of free will, who has basic rights."

He took a small stick, lighting the end on a candle. "Do you believe I tell you the truth?"

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Jay stepped inside the study and looked around curiously. There were so many books. Jay knew how to read a bit, but had never really been that good or liked it for the most part. As her Master began to speak, Jay made sure to stand at attention. "Most call me Jay for c'nvenience, but if ya'd prefer Jaylene..." Jay said, her accent coming up a bit. She had always made sure to cover it up, knowing that it always seemed to anger her previous Masters, but she slipped occasionally. Jay trailed off and listened as Xaviar continued to speak while he mixed whatever it was he was mixing.

Jay couldn't help suppressing a small snort when he said that she would have rights, but covered it up with a cough into her elbow. She gathered herself once again and gave a small nod. "I do not believe you're insane, Master." Jay paused for a moment and then continued, "And of course I believe you." Jay had always been a skilled liar especially around her Masters. It wasn't that she didn't believe him, she just didn't know what his version of 'rights' entailed and guessed that it probably wasn't so great. However, she had been given a nice, hot bath just moments ago. Jay shook her head slightly to bring herself out of her own thoughts and waited for what her Master was going to say next.

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Xaviar gave a small sigh. "Yes, you do believe I lie to you. I can tell the signs--that is the trades of being Royalty. Learning to lie." He went to light the powder, then paused. "And, in a sense, I suppose I cannot claim total truth. As I mentioned before, whilst in public and the 'grace' of Royalty, my mannerisms will change, as will the rest of my servants--I do have a facade to keep." He took a moment to scribble something onto a piece of paper. "But I do not lie. In this home, you are a person, as any other of my servants. A person with special conditions, perhaps, but a person nonetheless." He sighed. "It may take getting used to, this bipolarity of your new life. But I assure you that what I say is true."

Having said what he wished to say, and hoping that it would at the very least plant the thought of being into her head, he then lit the powder, stepping back a step. The powder fizzled with a thin wisp of smoke for a minute, and the spluttered out into a slow smolder. Xaviar frowned. "Disappointing..." He went back to the paper, he not far from the smolder at all, intending to put it out after his notes. Without warning, however, the powder re-ignited with a 'bang', sending a small barrage of sparks up into a large puff of smoke. Xaviar was knocked onto his rear, the black powder dusting him with a fine coat of black residue.

He was silent for a moment before giving a laugh. "Success!"

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Jay looked thoughtfully at the solution that fizzled, thinking about was Xaviar had just said. Maybe he really was telling the truth. Maybe she wasn't going to be a slave in this mansion. Jay was snapped out of her own thoughts as the powder was reignited and Xaviar was knocked back. Jay herself jumped a bit and then without thinking, stepped hurriedly over to her Master. Normally, she would have let one of her Masters just sit there, not caring whether they were hurt or not, but Jay felt a strange urge to check and see if the man was alright. Jay knelt down and was about to ask if he was alright when he suddenly smiled and shouted, 'Success!' Jay was taken aback for a moment. She looked curiously at him and offered to help him stand back up. "Are you alright, Master?"

Jay then looked from the powder on the table to the black powder that was now on the front of Xaviar's jacket and back again. "If ya don't mind me askin', how was that necessarily a success?" Jay asked curiously. She had let her accent slip up again, but now realized that if her Master had cared, he most likely would have said something before. Jay looked around for something to clean the residue off his jacket before it stained. She found a cloth on the edge of the table and held it up as if asking if she should clean the powder of his coat. "Before it stains?" she asked simply.

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Science and success brought out a new side in Xaviar. A smiling side, a side content to live beyond simply just having vital organs. There was another force that did the same, but he did not wish to dwell on that now, not with her so near and beautiful. Accepting her help up, he excitedly explained, "Yes, I am excellent!" He laughed. "I have succeeded in refining and simplifying the method used to make gunpowder from the Ancient Chinese, that is the success!" She then offered to clean the coat he wore with a rag...or possibly his face. Whichever. "Not now, damn the coat! Further than simplification of methodology, I have also strengthened the power of the gunpowder! Think of all the applications! No longer will man be stopped by mountains; he will blast right through them, with plenty of blast to do so! Quarries will move in a doubletime!" He smiled, scribbling furiously at his notes, unreadable to any but himself.

Once done scribbling out his words, he turned to Jaylene, smile still on his face. "Madam Jaylene, we have the first steps into the future here." He gave a motion to the flask that still held a minimal amount of the refined gunpowder. "Peace and war, building and destruction--" The violent applications had not escaped Xaviar, either; he knew the dangerously-improved powder would lead to refined war and death. But he knew plenty about death, and it did not faze him much, as given by his statement: "--regardless of the consequence, this is a step--a baby-step, but a step nonetheless--into the future."

To be honest with anyone, the real reason Xaviar was so excited was because he had come across a stroke of ill fortune--none of his inventions would work, and he was bombarded with endless failures. This small improvement boosted his spirits, giving him hope for his other experiments. That, and he had a beautiful Lycan woman with him...always a plus. On the thought of the Lycan, he felt a small tinge in his cheeks, barely noticeable if it had not been for his ghost-pale skin. He hoped the black residue hid it. "What do you say, Jaylene; might you join me for a celebratory dinner to mark the occasion? Bertha makes an excellent lamb roast."

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Jay set the cloth back on the table and stared at the flask of black powder. She was both disgusted and strangely fascinated at it's strange power to explode. She understood that this advance could could cause mass deaths, yet would most likely lead to numerous advances in technology.

Jay was pulled out of her thoughts on the black powered as he asked her if she would like to join him for dinner. She didn't know what to say or even what to think of this offer. She had been asked numerous times to cater dinners, but had never actually been invited to dinner. Jay snapped back to reality suddenly and gave him a small, soft smile. "If you'd like me to, then that'd be..." Jay paused, looking for the right word and then continued, "That'd be nice." She looked back up at Xaviar to see that under the black ash, his cheeks were turning a light tint of red. Jay tilted her head, thinking that maybe her Master was catching a cold. She knit her eyebrows together. "Do you feel ill, Master?"

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Jay didn't believe him for a second, still thinking he was ill, but she simply nodded her head. "Yes, I suppose it's a great success." He sneezed once and then twice and Jay became almost certain that he had caught something, but she decided against saying anything. Jay nodded to him and turned to walk out the door, before he called out to her. She stopped and turned back to him. A small smile played on her face and she nodded again to him. "Yes, Mas- I mean Xaviar." The actual name felt strange on Jay's tongue, as if it were a strange flavor that Jay had never tasted before.

Jay turned slowly to the door and opened it, stepping out into the long hallway. She was met at the door by Bertha who was busily walking down the hallway in the other direction. Jay called out to the woman, "Bertha!" The woman turned and gave Jay a warm smile. "Yes, deary?" Jay felt a bit flustered herself as she explained to Bertha that Xaviar wished for her to join him for dinner. Bertha only smiled and nodded. "He's taken a likin' to ya." Jay chuckled at the woman and shook her head slightly. "Maybe," Jay paused a moment and then continued, "Can I help with dinner?" Bertha simply shook her head, smiled widely and replied, "No," before heading off in the other direction. Jay was slightly confused, but shrugged and looked down the hallway with boredom. 'I should get ready too,' she thought to herself. But where was she supposed to get ready? Jay looked up and down the hallway before remembering the room she had been in prior to meeting with Xaviar. She slowly made her way to the room, still a bit wary of the entire dinner thing.

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Jay began to get ready and wondered to herself what she should wear. The room that Bertha had showed her to had a wardrobe with an extra uniform and a few short dresses. Jay looked at them curiously, tilting her head back and forth a few times. She had never had the opportunity to dress up if only a bit. The most she had ever dressed up was when serving at a more classy banquet, but even then the uniform was usually laid out for each slave.

Jay sighed and chose a light pick dress, not particularly caring too much, and changed into it. She looked in the mirror once more, and once again, she did not actually seeing herself, but rather a clean and tidy stranger. Jay sat down heavily in one of the cushioned chairs and closed her eyes. She had never once had this much time to spend with nothing to do. She always seemed to be busy and relaxing was never an option for her, so she cherished this time that she had. She had just dozed off when a knock was heard on the door and Bertha's voice called through the door, "Ya in there, dear? May I come in?"

Jay stood up quickly and smoothed out her dress before calling out, "Yes, you can come in." The door creaked open and Bertha walked in. "Dinner is nearly fini-" Bertha stopped as she saw Jay and nearly began to laugh. It was clear that to Bertha, Jay had no sense of fashion. "Child, pink is not your color." In retrospect, while the dress was quite beautiful, it did not appear that was on Jay.

Jay looked up at the woman with pleading eyes and Bertha's expression quickly changed from one of amusement to one of determination. "C'mon, deary." Jay stood silently as she watched Bertha look carefully through each dress before picking out a simple, off white dress. She hurriedly got Jay out of the clothing she had been wearing and into the simple dress she had picked out. Bertha looked her up and down a moment with a critical eye and then nodded once. "Good," she said simply. Jay was about to reply, but Bertha was already hurrying back out into the hallway. Jay rushed to the door, but did not follow her down the hallway until Bertha turned around and gave her an impatient gesture to follow. Jay hurried along next to the older woman until they reached what Jay supposed was the dining room. Bertha gestured to the door for Jay to open. As Jay began to open the door, she heard Bertha whisper quietly and sarcastically in her ear, "Be nice to the Master, child."

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Jay smiled with a bit of shyness as Xaviar looked at her in the snow white dress. She had been excited to dress herself up a bit, but she had never actually dressed up like this before and she felt as though her master was looking at her with distaste. She nodded respectfully back to him and was about to address her master as well when suddenly Bolvan entered the room and picked up Xaviar. Jay couldn't keep herself from chuckling at the ease of which the huge man picked her master up.

Jay followed the two outside and cocked her head to once side in confusion at the blush on Xaviar's cheeks. Out of all the languages she had picked up, Russian had never been one of them, and Jay did not have the slightest clue as to what Bolvan had said to make Xaviar blush. Instead of questioning, Jay simply shrugged and stepped up next to Xaviar, but keeping a respectable distance behind him out of habit.

"It's beautiful," Jay had said when suddenly a pleasant breeze blew her hair back and Jay couldn't keep the smile off her face as her sensitive sense of smell was overcome by the aroma of flowers. She closed her eyes for a moment and turned her face toward the wind, just to feel the breeze and take in the scent.

Then, the wind was gone and Jay turned to Xaviar with a small smile still playing on her features. She was still confused as to why he would ask her to dinner and was completely oblivious to to romantic air about them. However, Jay decided that Xaviar was a nice enough master and even if it was some cruel joke, she was going to enjoy it while it lasted.