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[aalasdair]

—the lavish dwelling that’s his home is comfortable and warm but too quiet as of late. no one has been able to keep his attention; not surprising considering it takes something very interesting. but tragically, so many people have been boring and lackluster. alasdair needs the chaos. that’s what brings him to the chateau — walking along the halls, circling in the main room, and eyes skimming every person he passes. “so many little birds and all so quiet,” alasdair sings out.

[naindrax]

Naindra has been doing circles in the snow, watching it fall down and land amongst the rest of winter wonderland. There’s something childlike with Nai, the way she’s easily excitable--the very sight of snow enough to make her giggle and dance around. A fault of having been able to experience very little and she knew at some point she’d likely have to grow up. For now, she’d enjoy her new life. “How could anyone possibly hate this?” Naindra asked as she found herself a spot on a bench.

[tinyceline]

celine hated being back in the cells. she couldn’t help but sniffle softly as she pulled her knees closer to her chest. she was really struggling to sleep, once again feeling unsafe in her world. she tried her hardest to get comfortable on her cot, groaning softly. “i hate this place.” she muttered, mainly to herself.

[theuriel-reed]

Trapped @ Open

A week. That was at least how long he reckoned he’d spent in that shitty excuse for a cell, torn away from his clothes, from his land. That was bad. Truly. But nothing rubbed Uriel Reed the wrong way as much as having his wolf taken from him. Now that was fucked up, all right. And if it were up to him, chances are he would have made those bastards pay..something which was hard to do when you couldn’t walk a mile on either side.

When you were trapped and screwed like he was.

Sitting up in his cot, the old wolf slanted his eyes into the distance, absent-minded for the most part..up until he caught a glimpse of a pair of shoes stopping right before him. “..well, hello there.” he smirked, “Tell me. What brings you to my humble abode?”

[phenkollic]

“From the dark of the riverbed, the old crow sang a song of death. From the light of the flower fields, the young dove sang a song of life. But, oh, this tale is one of tragic delight.” The words were sang was Phen walked along the walls of the chateau, his fingers twirling around in the air without a care in the world to make little colorful sparks ignite from the tips, a play on light. The Unseelie’s gaze never dips too far into any of the cells but that hardly mattered. Whoever did catch his eyes would only be met with a glazed over expression. Was Phen even aware of where he currently stood? “It’s so loud,” Phen complained suddenly when he stopped. “Who likes this place?”

[acaciadoucette]

The familiar hummed with excitement. Time in sunshine was a treasured rarity, and being able to sit out in the sun was a treat. “I think I used to do this a lot. Before, I mean,” she told the other before she can stop the words from tumbling from her mouth. Back when she could still take a different shape, when sunshine was more easily accessed. Once she realized what she said, her eyes popped open and she sat a little straighter. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to come out,” she murmured, gauging the other’s reaction through her lashes.

[hellsurvivor]

Jean was so over seeing the men here act all dominant. Not that she didn’t think that a man could be a dom...She was sure that there was ONE man somewhere out there. But like the saying goes. Behind every good man, there’s an amazing woman. “Feel free to drop the act, hunny,” Jean said with a smirk.

“I’m not one of those girls that’s going to throw myself at the first handsome guy or pretty boy that thinks he’s suave. Here’s how it’s going to go down. I’m going to fuck you. Whether it be a figure of speech or literal depends on your preference. But you sure as hell are not going to be in control, no matter who does the fucking. And I’m a rather kinky gal. So if you want a nice bed and a good fuck, and perhaps an amazing meal? I’d be more than happy to.” Jean warned with a smirk as she looked at the person who had approached her and had been lightly flirting with her.

[elderverne]

The elder hadn’t had much opportunity to indulge recently. Between working on magical improvements to the city and dealing with some coven trouble, Luca was in need of a break for the night. Once inside the chateau, he inspected a few of the slaves in their cages. It was a shame they looked dirty and ragged but they had brought it upon themselves, especially the hybrids. With a sigh, he leaned back, looking a slave over. “I feel like there’s not much to pick from,” he said aloud, sounding almost disappointed.

[seraphinacastle]

She didn’t often venture off on her own too often but occasionally she liked to go and essentially window shop at the markets. Raph wasn’t really the type to ask Quint for money to buy things and looking at it all was generally enough to keep her entertained for a time. This day she’d been browsing and just generally enjoying the sun for a while when it happened.

The human didn’t see the other being, but felt them collide harshly with her back. Stumbling, she hit her head against a post before hitting the ground. About thirty seconds passed of just blank fuzz before she could actually focus on the world around her. Raph’s cheek was stinging and so were her palms and knees. The stall owner was yelling at her, flapping their hands and telling her they didn’t have time for slaves. 

She didn’t even remember getting to her feet, wandering along to try and get herself home, or at least find something familiar while her head was pounding and her vision sometimes swam.

[bazhart]

As if the familiar wasn't already a mess of nerves. Blow after blow, he just never seemed to catch a damn break. He really figures there must be something hardwired. There must be something so wrong in him, to make him deserve pile after pile of shit. A smart mouth can't be the only thing. His first claim in years. And he was damn sure the guy didn't even like him. Like, at all. He was sure that he was just in a world of probably constant hurt, that in close proximity to the wolf. All.of.the.time. And sure-- He hasn't even wanted to get claimed. But he had hoped if he ever was again, it was because the master or mistress was at least fond of him.

And Berwyn. Now he's without his Warlock too. If there was ever a time to feel completely alone, completely hopeless-- This was it. This isn't how 'special bonds' are supposed to work. What the hell was he supposed to do now? Have himself a little panic attack. That's what.

He had came back to his cell to gather the few things he had earned since the attack, to find the other slaves cell open and completely empty. Stripped. He had kept it together long enough to get back out of their and into the fresh air, but that was about it. Before his chest was too tight. Just too too tight. He has to grip the nearest wall just to stay up-right; rubbing furiously at glassy green eyes. Because he is not straight up sobbing right out here in the open. But he's pretty sure he can't breathe and he just-- he just needs to sit. So he slides down against that wall and curls in on himself. His little bundle of knick knacks squished between his chest and his legs.

He barely notices anyone passing by, but when one stops, he's quick to try and wave them off. "I'm going, I'm going.. I just need a second. I'm going."

[dmndonovan]

Donovan was enjoying a nice day at the park, watching strangers walk by as he kept his eye out for the little jewel he was seeking. It had been too long since he had laid eyes on the bitch, but he knew he would recognize her anywhere. It was only a matter of time until he found her and made her his. However, that didn’t mean he had to dedicate all of his time towards finding her. He was beyond her and was allowed to have as much fun as he wanted. 

He looked up at his slave, standing silently and at attention. “Them,” he ordered, pointing at the stranger. “I want to see them.”

Without hesitation, his slave approached the stranger. “My master wishes to see you,” the slave stated with a small bow, gesturing back at Donovan. 

[aalasdair]

The door opened to give off a burst of heat compared to the cold outside but Alasdair could hardly tell the difference. As he walked into the magic shop, his eyes scanned around at the shelves, taking in the different odds and ends. This was the first time he’d visited the magic shop and while he did have a specific reason for coming today, he also wanted to admire the trinkets. Would it be insulting to call them trinkets? Maybe he’d avoid saying that. “My, my... everything in here is so... eclectic.” Alasdair mused as he slowly walked, fingers reached out to graze whatever was in his reach.

[naindrax]

Her slender fingers run along the wall of the cell, tracing the patterns of cracks and rough edges. She knew every crack and crevice by now. Sometimes if she closed her eyes, she could picture her old home; the only part of it she’d been allowed to wander in. Nai was still trying to figure out if that had been better than this situation. Sighing softly, she moved to lean against the wall beside the bars and positioned so she could see down the hall. From somewhere on the opposite end, she heard yelling and trashing erupt. “Why do people fight?,” Nia questioned aloud, trying to peek through the bars to see the commotion.

[cfdsfds]

          “The cells are fuckin’ creepy.” And also - everyone smells. One shower a week just isn’t enough, and it causes Catlin’s nose to wrinkle up in disgust.  But traveling has made him hungry and warm blood bags did not compare to the real thing. Maybe he would take that up with Draven given that he was an elder on the council. “Okay...” A big smile showing sharp fangs spread across the youthful vampires face as he claps his hands together. “Who wants to get really, really high and then...” He shrugs his shoulders, “Let me eat them?” 

[brokenaustin]

The pressure inside his head was beginning to make him feel like he might explode. Austin began to panic, remembering what it had been like the last time he’d started to feel like that, clutching at his throat in anticipation of the sound that felt like it was forcing its way up from his – soul? – from somewhere. The screaming rattled the world around him, it felt like his brain was trying to force itself out through his ears with the intensity and his vision was collapsing in.

Then he woke up, panting raggedly and throat aching like he really had just been screaming the building down. Worried he’d killed other slaves like himself, or supernaturals like Ezra or Max, he flung himself up into a sitting position and looked around, wide eyed as he tried to figure out if he had actually been screaming or if it was all his own anxieties.

[monstrosify]

The press of a big palm and nails lengthened into claws is firm against his victim’s back as he pushes them down into dirt, and it doesn’t matter to him if they’re a master or a slave or anything better or worse. The important thing is that this stranger is on his territory, and Sanzo’s pupils narrow into slits, his aura thick and hot and stifling in the space around them.

“You don’t have clearance to be here,” he says, voice little more than a low growl. Then again, with his territory taking up space in the forestry close to the outskirts of the city, chances are they had no idea the land was his to begin with.

But Sanzo knows, and he’s not very forgiving. “Your name.”