Unseen Wolf

BlakeTaylor |76| Bicurious |Master| Guard at the House of Corrections Master of Noa Torlen.

[blake-taylortheunseenwolf]

"Another day, same slaves."

[grant-mitchell-rp]

Baylie nodded, running another hand through her hair. “I suppose they are.” she laughed. She stood still for a moment, letting the sun hit her skin. before continuing. “I’ll get you a werewolf special. Steak, Steak, and um…what’s the third ingredient? Oh right. Steak.” she laughed again.

[blake-taylortheunseenwolf]

He shrugged and nodded. "That sounds good. Maybe some vegetables, too. Can't eat like a complete pig. Need to keep my body healthy and what not." He stuck his hands in his pockets, walking along the streets.

[kelson-adair]

Kelson swallowed hard and took in a breath before speaking. “I suppose you are a master or someone higher up, you’re not in a cage so it’s a little bit obvious. When do I get out of here, this cage to be specific?”

[blake-taylortheunseenwolf]

"You would be correct. I'm a Master and one of the main guards in this place." He raised an eyebrow. "You get out when I let you out to take a walk around in the garden but then you'll come right back. Then you'll get out if and when a Master or Mistress wants to rent you for however long for an amount of money, and then you'll come back when that time is up. To be out of that cage all the time, someone will need to buy you. And if they give you back due to you misbehaving or they're not pleased with you, you'll be back in here."

[kelson-adair]

Kelson nodded, standing up trying to see who it was. “How many other slaves are there?…” He leaned his head against the cool feeling bar.

[blake-taylortheunseenwolf]

"There's a lot. You won't see them all, I'm sure. Not at first anyway."

[blake-taylortheunseenwolf]

"Another day, same slaves."

[grant-mitchell-rp]

Baylie laughed softly. “It’s been a while since someone has called me kid.” she said, running a hand through her now blonde hair. She followed him out of the Chateau, thankful to leave the gloomy place, even if it was for work. “If you want, I can make you something for you to have on your way back.” she offered.

[blake-taylortheunseenwolf]

"All slaves are going to be considered kids to me." He shrugged his shoulders and stuck his hands in his pockets. He looked over at her, nodding his head. "That sounds good. Make it something with red meat. My wolf wants some meat."

[blake-taylortheunseenwolf]

"Another day, same slaves."

[grant-mitchell-rp]

She smiled, stepping out of the cell and standing slightly behind Blake, knowing the rules. “Thank you sir.”

[blake-taylortheunseenwolf]

He nodded his head. "You're welcome. C'mon kid." He closed the cell door and started towards the entrance. He turned towards one of the guards. "I'm taking her to work. Do make sure none of them get too out of control." He didn't wait for a response, walking out of the Chateau.

[blake-taylortheunseenwolf]

"Another day, same slaves."

[grant-mitchell-rp]

"I have no doubt, sir. Would you mind walking me to Fredricks? The usual guard hasn’t shown up and I can’t be late."

[blake-taylortheunseenwolf]

"Yeah, I can do that. It'll be good for some air." He took his keys out of his pocket, unlocking the cell and letting her out.

[blake-taylortheunseenwolf]

"Another day, same slaves."

[grant-mitchell-rp]

"Haha. Yes, I prefer not to have master hands on me, sir. No offense."

[blake-taylortheunseenwolf]

"Yes, I've read your file. You prefer women. We have a few of those. They're around somewhere. I'm sure you'll run into them eventually."

[ava--lorraine]

Well...isn't this fucking great...

[ava--lorraine]

For who’s pleasure?

[blake-taylortheunseenwolf]

"The Master's and or the Mistresses. Depending your sexual orientation."

[kelson-adair]

Kelson being a new slave, he had finally calmed down and accepts for who he is now. The past life should be in the past but not yet forgotten. Sitting in his cell, he rubbed his arms feeling a slight chill. It’s amazing that he has gotten any sleep at all knowing that he is a slave with no rights. Hearing a noise he leaned to the side, hard to tell of who or where the noise was coming from. “Hello?” Kelson’s voice cracked but then cleared it. “Hello, someone there?”

[blake-taylortheunseenwolf]

Blake walked out of his office, ready to rouse some of the slaves to cure his boredom. He turned the corner, hitting a stone in the process before a voice called out. Seems someone's already awake. "Just other slaves, guards. The usual."

[ava--lorraine]

Well...isn't this fucking great...

Someone wanna fill me in?

[blake-taylortheunseenwolf]

"You're a slave. You're here for our pleasure."

[blake-taylortheunseenwolf]

"Another day, same slaves."

[grant-mitchell-rp]

Tell me about it.

[blake-taylortheunseenwolf]

"Suppose I should be happy you're not one of the rowdier ones. I think they just enjoy the beatings. Or my hands all over them."

[blake-taylortheunseenwolf]

"Another day, same slaves."

[bloominidiot-blog]

[blake-taylortheunseenwolf]

bloominidiot:

We’re back! :)

Taylor Kitsch, The Grand Seduction premiere, TIFF 2013

[pinkworld256-blog]

67/100 picturess of Taylor Kitsch

[ofwiitchcraft-blog]

Its too cooooooooooold for you here.

[ofwiitchcraft-blog]

She leaned her head on his shoulder, changing to a different tune. “I’m good. And you?” Pulling her hands from the keys, she leaned into him, nuzzling his shoulder.

[blake-taylortheunseenwolf]

He shrugged. "I'm well, I suppose. A bit tired. But, that's nothing new. Not really anyway." He pressed his lips to her head before running his hand up and down her arm.

[ofwiitchcraft-blog]

Its too cooooooooooold for you here.

[ofwiitchcraft-blog]

Noa smiled softly as he joined her, scooting a bit closer to soak in some of the warmth he gave off. “Hi.” she murmured, chords ringing out across the house, the human shivering happily.

[blake-taylortheunseenwolf]

He opened his eyes, locking onto hers. "Hello, babe." He wrapped his arm around her waist, breathing her in. "How are you?"

[ofwiitchcraft-blog]

Its too cooooooooooold for you here.

[ofwiitchcraft-blog]

"So let me hold~ both your hands in, the holes of my sweater." Noa’s fingers danced over the keys of the piano, singing softly to her new favorite song as it played in her head.

[blake-taylortheunseenwolf]

He moved in closer, taking a seat next to her. He leaned himself on the top of the piano as he watched her sang. Blake's eyes closed slowly, letting the music surround them.