Dr. Miranda Lamb

double double toil and trouble

[drmirandalamb]

“Hurry up, lady, we ain’t got all day!” the guards barked from their stations, watching as Miranda meandered among the cells, stopping to study each of the cowering slaves held within as she passed.  Normally very calculated, she didn’t appreciate the pressure; after all, this was her first time ever selecting a slave--her first time selecting another being whom she could use for her own pleasure.  In whichever way she liked.  All of it is very unsettling, yet it was also something Miranda knew was about to become her new normal.  Might as well get used to it now.

Finally she came to a halt in front of one of the cells, pointing toward the slave sat in the far corner.  Miranda called out toward the guards.

“Th-this one’ll do.”  

[hound-fromthe-depthsofhell]

“I suggest you stay where you are. Do not cross my path of vision and stay three to four feet away. Otherwise the guards will be breaking up a fight.” The hellhound was in a particularly agitative state today. Inhaling the smoke into her lungs and letting it sit before exhaling it out of her mouth and nose. Her blue eyes locked to the wall across the way as if she were burning holes through it. Flicking the ash to the ground, her elbows resting on her ripped jean knees, her brow raised. “What? You’re still here what do you want?” 

[drmirandalamb]

Miranda turned toward a nearby guard, confusion painting her features.  “Seriously?  You let them smoke?”  The question is practically rhetorical, Miranda knows that rules likely hold little sanctity down in the cells.  Still, who wants to purchase damaged goods?  Nonetheless, the witch was unmoved by the threat and remained rooted to the spot.

“Smoking is a repulsive habit.” 

[nessaozmand-deactivated20200817]

It wasn’t often that the witch spent her time just sitting in Le Chateau, spending the majority of her time in the prison slaves’ home ensuring they were all being met with the basics needed to live. She knew that wasn’t her job, but Nessa was a control freak and insisted she keep her nose in everyone’s business – though she did it as discreetly as possible. Today, however, she’d simply sat in the courtyard, eyeing the layout and trying to decide if it was indeed feasible to place a garden out there. She knew there would be a few that would want to destroy it, but she was certain there was a spell to prevent that. 

“What are you doing?“ Her bright gaze snapped lifted to the source of movement that had forced her from her planning, brow arched as she looked them over. 

[drmirandalamb]

Miranda couldn’t help the yelp in surprise at the gruff voice, and the coffee that had previously been in her hand was currently tumbling down toward the grass of the courtyard, splattering outward upon impact with the ground.  Miranda had been out on a walk to get her bearings.  To learn her new home.  But apparently she’d taken a wrong turn, and attracted equally wrong attention.  She could sense the witch’s--no, Alpha’s--power from a mile away.  

“Oh!  I...I’m just getting the lay of the land is all!”  Miri offered, taking a step toward the elder witch, “I’ve only arrived...maybe two hours ago!”