𝖌𝖔𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖘

AMYRA SARIN. vampire. slave breaker.

[luzxacero]

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[amyrashq]

slaveluzacero‌.

Luz pursed her lips just a bit, a little frown making her brows furrow together slightly. “When it comes to me and the Captain of this ship, I do.” she told her softly, simply. She figured that if this woman on here, then she knew who Dorian was–and probably worked for him. She let out a breath, trying not to look as nervous as she felt. “Do you work for him?”

“Oh really? You have private matters, you and Dorian. What, are you keeping his dick wet on the weekends?” She wouldn’t put it past the captain to find himself some entertainment among the slaves on the island. And this one was certainly very pretty. She just hoped Dorian wasn’t getting too attached. 

“No, darling, I don’t work for him. I work for me.”

[amyrashq]

throughxourxlies‌.

Dorian

“Loosing a few is the usual days losses.” Dorian agreed, looking sideways at her for a moment. “There’s a lot more lost than what this shipment can fill.” He sounded exasperated, worried by that fact.

For once, he found that he didn’t want to be out at sea again - not for a very long time. Not without Luz. He had hoped what he had brought back would be enough, but he’d forgotten about the moon, hadn’t considered how many would be lost in the fucking and bloodshed.

Dorian seemed to actually be concerned by the change in his shipments, but Amyra could only shrug. Unless there was a huge and sudden diminish in slave numbers, she couldn’t really bring herself to care. It seemed like there were still plenty to be herded up. She didn’t care how many or where they came from, just that they got there eventually. 

“Maybe you just need to sail a little further.” She assumed that once he got on that little boat of his, he could surely find some new islands somewhere to swindle and consume.

[amyrashq]

lyanna-acosta‌.

Lyanna was not expecting those words, she looked at the other and looked at the door. “As much as i liked your idea I’m still working, someone can walk in and i don’t want to be in trouble with my boss.” She said but she doubt Amyra would take no as an answer.

“Uh-huh, I don’t care.” Amyra shook her head as she stared at the waitress, frowning slightly. “What is it that they always say, hmm? The customer’s always right. I’ll make it up to your boss. So take off your clothes.”

[amyrashq]

cadesinclair‌.

Cade continued to watch, more amused by Amyra’s annoyance. He didn’t actually think the slave was going to succeed in giving her a proper orgasm but he had been proven wrong multiple times before. “I doubt that,” he countered. “I don’t understand how you vampire women can enjoy getting fucked by human men. They are so weak, inexperienced, and slow in comparison. At least for me, all holes are equal.” If anything, humans were more fragile and their pain made it more fun. “You have to admit my tongue is way better,” he added, a cocky smirk on his face. “And yes, that’s me volunteering if you chose to inflate my ego.” 

She twisted her fingers in the slaves’ hair, yanking him in closer. He was far from impressing her, but she had expected some level of adequacy. This one was turning out to be a bigger disappointment than she’d expected. No problem, he just didn’t have proper incentive. 

“Oh, they’re not so bad once they get that desperate look in their eye. A few days of hunger can get you there quickly. I don’t require much speed, just sufficient motivation.” She spread her legs wider and arched her back slightly. “Well, I’d hate to deny you the pleasure. But we would have to come up with something to do with this one.” She shook her fist slightly, jerking the slave’s head.

[amyrashq]

throughxourxlies‌.

Dorian

Her smile was barely there, and most of the time it looked forced, but he had long since learned that that was more due to her facial muscles disuse of that position and not because she felt unwanting of him company. She simply spent most of her time scowling, intimidating humans.

“I’m glad.” He smiled in return. “After the amount the Queen, her General, and a few other vampires with ripper tendencies disposed of, we need a lot more to fill beds.” Absently, he wondered if any of the slaves wondered about the human that lived in their bed before them, if they ever wondered how they had met their demise.

Amyra didn’t particularly care for the king and queen, though she knew better than to admit it. But she hardly minded at all if some slave blood had been spilled. She could’ve considered it a waste of her effort, to kill the slaves as soon as they’d been broken. But she didn’t. The work was its own reward.  “As long as you keep bringing in your hoards of humans, I don’t think anyone cares if we lose a few along the way.”

[luzxacero]

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[amyrashq]

slaveluzacero‌.

Luz’s heart skipped as her necklace was picked up, almost half-waiting for it to be ripped off her neck, but instead it was dropped back down and she swallowed, resisting the urge to take a step back. “Because I–..we’re..” she swallowed, biting her lip. Dorian had drunkenly told her he loved her. But…that was just the rum talking. Right? Either way though, they still spent time together, and she cared about him–for him. “It’s..private. But since he’s not here, there’s really no point for me to be either.”

The slave seemed to be considering her words carefully. That was generally a smart move— Amyra liked to think she was capable of getting some of them to at least try to use their little brains. But then, if she was thinking too hard, she might have something to hide. Like why the hell she was sneaking onto Dorian’s ship anyway. “It’s cute that you think you have things that are private. But lucky for you, I was waiting for him, too. So we can wait together.”

[amyrashq]

lyanna-acosta‌.

Lyanna could notice Amyra eyes on her and she didn’t minded, in fact it made her feel wanted which was exactly what she needed tonight. “Try my best not to fall asleep.” she chuckled. “But I’m open to suggestions if you have any.”

The girl chuckled lightly, like she was amused with how the conversation was going. Amyra kept a cold smile on her face. “I do have suggestions, actually.” She leaned over the bar separating them. “Take your clothes off.”

[amyrashq]

throughxourxlies‌.

Closed Starter: Dorian Easton

@amyrashq

“How are they?” Dorian asked his friend as he leant against the wall next to her. “The slaves I handed off to you. Any broken yet?” A brow rose.

He had returned the evening of the scarlett moon and had spent all of it quite literally screwing around. When it was over, he had unloaded and passed unruly slaves to Amyra. He’d always been curious as to what she did with them, but he was never allowed to see the process. Apparently, it was a rather private thing.

Amyra removed the knife from the holster on her thigh and spun it between her fingers. She looked over at Dorian with a pleased expression, almost a smile. “Not bad. A few that are a little… tenacious, but they should all be fine enough soon.” It was a process, breaking slaves, and one that she considered herself quite good at. Almost gifted, Amyra thought with a grin. “Anyways, there’s no one of interest yet. No offense, Dorian, but they’re not the brightest bulbs in the bunch, if you will.” She tended to think that all humans were particularly stupid, but she could say that a few usually turned out better than the rest. Those that caught on quickly.

[luzxacero]

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[amyrashq]

slaveluzacero‌.

Luz froze a bit when a voice that most certainly wasn’t Dorian’s spoke up and she looked over, seeing a woman coming out of his office and towards her. She let her fingers drop from Dorian’s necklace that hung around her neck, her heart skipping as the other’s fingers came up under her chin, forcing her face up.

She didn’t know who this woman was, but clearly she was a vampire. And probably one who worked for Dorian. She swallowed but didn’t look away. “Because I wanted to see him.” she replied simply. She wasn’t sure if Dorian had spoken about her to any of his crew or…anything. Wasn’t even sure if any of them knew the pendant around her neck was one given to him by his mother- something centuries old and vastly important to him. But just the same, she knew he was in charge here. So she was safe– right? “I…take it he’s not here though? So maybe I should just..go.”

Amyra took half a step back, her eyes looking up and down the slave slowly. She’d been holding onto her necklace, this tacky pendant, and it caught her attention. Why would a slave be wearing such jewelry? Amyra scooped it up and examined it before dropping it again. Her eyes narrowed at the girl. 

“And just why would you want to see him?”

[amyrashq]

lyanna-acosta‌.

Lyanna smiled at Amyra, she knew who the woman was and she definitely didn’t wanted to be on her bad side. “Coming right up.” She got her usual drink and placed the glass at the counter. “Seems like is a slow day for both of us.” 

Amyra watched Lyanna with interested eyes. She moved off to fix her drink, and Amyra eyed every inch of her body. She was beautiful, and the waitresses’ outfit left little to the imagination. “Slow indeed. And what is it that you do when things get slow around here?”

[amyrashq]

cadesinclair‌.

Could Cade hear that Amyra was mid-fuck? Yes. Did he care? Not at all. The Prince happily barged in on his FWB with no sense of privacy whatsoever. Amyra didn’t have anything to be shy about anyway. Not only had they seen each other naked many times, they had also seen each other at their most darkened glee. 

He simply cocked his head to the side and gave Amyra a quick wave before taking a seat on one of the armchairs, more than content to watch and talk while she finished up. “I was bored so I wanted to know if you received anyone fun lately,” he answered. He turned his attention to the man on top of her, feeling the need to pipe in. “For goodness sakes, boy, go a bit faster, she’s practically falling asleep there!” 

Now that she was distracted, she was going to have to make up for that lost time. Cade’s input seemed to be poorly received, but eventually the slave rocked his hips against hers again, and she urged him to pick up the speed. But now it was less than satisfying. She groaned, laying her head back against the pillow. She shoved the human off of her, pushed him towards the bottom of the bed. “Use your mouth. And really make an effort this time, or I’ll make you regret it.”

He sunk down between her legs and Amyra turned her disappointed expression towards Cade again. “You know, I was almost enjoying that.”

[luzxacero]

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[amyrashq]

slaveluzacero‌.

After their weekend together last week, Dorian was really all that stuck in Luz’s mind. She thought about being with him for more than just sporadic weekends or evenings. If the collar around her neck became one that was his…he’d already given her necklaces after all–including the one she was wearing now. One that was old and important to him, one his mother had given her. It was more important to her than any other gift she’d ever been given.

So before her shift that night at the Fang, Luz decided to head down to the docks to surprise him and spend some time with him. Absently toying with the pendant around her neck, she made her way towards his ship, biting her lip and hoping that at least if he wasn’t there, one of the few crew members he had that knew who she was would at least be willing to help. “Dorian?”

@amyrashq​

She’d been waiting for what felt like ages for the newest shipment to finish being brought in. Amyra was never much one for doing the paperwork, so she simply found a quiet room to hide in until the work was finished. She was snooping around in Dorian’s office, trying to find something to amuse herself when she saw the girl sneaking around. She frowned, wondering how or why a single slave had wandered back onto the ship. 

“No. He’s not here.” She took a few steps closer to the girl, touching her chin to tilt her face up. She looked vaguely familiar. But hell, she’d seen more than half of the slaves in this city at some point or another. Their names and faces rarely meant anything. “Why are you looking for him?”

[amyrashq]

@cadesinclair​

Mostly, Amyra just found the broken slaves to be a bit boring. Once they stopped fighting back and just flopped around like a dying fish, she was less and less interested. She needed some new blood, desperately, someone to suffer and cry for her. But in the meantime, at least she had her toys.

Welts littered the back of the slave currently astride her, and Amyra’s bed rocked as he thrusted deep into her. One hand dug into the marks on his back, the other slid between their bodies to circle fingers over her clit. She arched on the bed, moaning as she drew closer and closer to the edge, when the door slammed open. Amyra jerked halfway upright, then she rolled her eyes and pressed at the slave’s shoulder again. “Don’t stop.  Fuck, Cade, I’m busy. What do you want?”

[amyrashq]

lyanna-acosta‌.

Lyanna was working at the pointed fang, it was a very quiet night and she hated those, it took forever for her shift to get over, she liked when things were going crazy, of course when it was over Ly was tired but it was still better than this, every minute felt like an hour. Lyanna heard someone walking in and she turned to see the person. “Welcome to the pointed fang, what can I get you?” She asked

@xadlibitumhqstarters​

It had been a boring day for Amyra, and when things grew stale, she sought out further entertainment. When the slaves were all behaving, she’d swing through some of her favorite haunts until she could find someone else to amuse her. Lyanna, the soft little vampire, did have a bit of a special place in Amyra’s affections. (If she could ever be called affectionate.) “Hello, darling.  Get me something to drink, won’t you?”

[amyrashq]

DIANA AMYRA SARIN is a 107 year old PANSEXUAL, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER here in Upper America. People say they look a lot like SUMMER BISHIL. They are DEMANDING but can be RUTHLESS. They are a CIVILIAN VAMPIRE. They do not belong to one of the Noble Houses and work as a SLAVE BREAKER.

if amyra’s father hadn’t been a vampire, amyra would’ve spent her life, from  the moment she was born to the moment she died, in the slums. her father, with a high percentage of vampire blood, was not quite noble, but near to it. he certainly had enough money and power, and so he took amyra from her mother’s home in mexico when she was still very small. she remembers only the heat and the noise, the tears on her mother’s face as she said goodbye and disappeared forever.

from then on, amyra lived a luxurious life in upper america. her father ensured that she would never lack for anything, but frankly, amyra was never satisfied. whatever she had, she wanted more. she craved the extreme and the ultimate. she demanded attention, and when she didn’t receive it, she could throw tantrums beyond belief. from the time she was a teenager, amyra was more than pleased to sacrifice whatever humans got in her way.

those very temper tantrums were perhaps what lead her to her position as a slave breaker. she was publicly punishing one of her house’s servants for attempting to steal her jewelry when she caught the eye of an older slave breaker. he introduced her to his discipline, the methodical and vicious dismantling of humans until they learned their place.

at a very superficial level, amyra doesn’t care for humans. she finds them distasteful at best, and dispensable at worth. they are her favorite playthings. other vampires can be interesting, but she doesn’t really see them at her level. (she knows better than to say this about any royals, even if she thinks it.) if anything, werewolves are worse in amyra’s eyes than humans. she doesn’t like stinky little doggies. 

[beth-cassidy]

Well, you guys got to loop out of your shitty past. Looks like I’m stuck with mine. 

[summersblood]

#big mood