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mathias-attano:

Once Mathias was back in the walls of Krovs, he found himself wandering them like before. He could leave whenever he wanted, and yet his legs still took him up and down the stone floors. He considered the castle his home for years, and now it was just a place that felt so far removed from him. As he walked, he came across another man who sat on the fence. The necromancer just shook his head at him, “I’m not sure what you’re allowed to do or not, but you might want to get down regardless. Some people here would use anything as an excuse to hurt you. Might as well not give them the chance”.

He eyed the man up and down, noting the relaxed and entirely unhostile posture in which he held himself. In response, Dominik relaxed himself, his jaw unclenching and shoulders dropping slightly. “They a big fan of that around here?” he asked. From the way this man spoke, it seemed to be from experience. Despite his annoyance, he took the advice and slipped back to the ground, standing on his feet again. “There wouldn’t happen to be benches or rocks around here, then?” His voice was much more calm this time.

#c: mathias #mathias: seat

wurrwoov:

( @gargoyledom )

Whenever a new slave was brought down to the cells, everyone seemed to want to find out what they were and how attractive they were. Well, some did. Those that wanted nothing more to please the blood sucking overlords above and if someone more attractive came in, they got worried they’d be forgotten. Alistair didn’t fit in that category however. He was just in the curiosity side of things and it didn’t take long for him to find the others cell, coming to rest against the bars as he peered in. He could instantly tell this guy was at least part werewolf. An alpha. It was that part that was hitting him first over whatever the other part was. “Hey.” He uttered out, staring at the man. “You okay? They rough you up bringing you down? I have some food stashed away if you are hungry.”

All he’d wanted was more than a measly hour in the sun, was that too much to ask? Clearly it was, and now he was in one of those damned cells, all in his first day. fan-fucking-tastic. Dom had mostly given up, sitting back against the wall and closing his eyes, attempting to at least get some rest. Unfortunately, they didn’t seem to be possible. Other men kept wandering by and yet another had come now. He almost growled to scare them away but he could smell the wolf in him. “I’m fine,” he replied, opening his eyes to look the other over. “Is food so scarce that you have to stash it away like a squirrel? Why would you share it with me, then?”

#c: alistair #alistair: wolf

playfultribrid:

Theoden let out an amused chuckle as he heard the other man’s words. “I wasn’t going to say that at all. If the fence is comfortable to you, then all the power to you.” Theoden said with a grin and a shrug of the shoulders. The tribrid had a friendly smile on his face as he looked at hte other. “I was actually going to tell you that you could always get rented by a master and request to spend some time outside.” Theoden pointed out.

“It’s better than the ground,” he murmured, though he didn’t usually mind the ground so much. He just didn’t like that the ground was his only option these days. His gaze flickered up and down the man, noting the lack of a collar. He stifled the growl that threaten to leave his lips, craving such freedom for himself. “That would require submitting to a ‘master’ and doing what they wanted. I haven’t been here long, but I don’t expect they rent slaves just to be nice to them, especially without something in return.”

#♥#c: theoden #theoden: outside

namelesswind:

Ventus shouldn’t have been surprised that there would be repercussions in a place like this, but at least he learned what would entail if he kept breaking the rules. He just wondered what did him in, whether it was the constant rebellion on his trip back or the fact that he has already been in a fight with another captive here. Regardless, the idea of being punished after all his years of being a loyal tool was funny to him. ‘I’m already here, might as well piss off the guards even further,’ he thought to himself as he began to fight against the cage. But his fun didn’t last for too long since he saw a familiar face approaching him.

“What can I say? I’m consistent,” Ventus shot back, his expressions barely changing. His brow did raise when he saw the man sit down, probably an attempt to watch and mock him, but his confusion grew when he was handed food. “Why? What reason do you have?” The slave snatched the sandwich from the other, inspecting for a second before he took a reluctant bite from it. Ven would have remained quiet if it wasn’t for his body betraying him and exposing how hungry he actually was. It has been days since he last ate. “Thank you regardless…”

The response drew a chuckle from his lips, smiling despite the less than receptive look he was receiving in return. “Consistent or stubborn?” he asked, knowing most people fell into the second category, himself often included. Consistent was a much nicer way of putting it. “I admire your tenacity to fight back even when its a losing battle.” Dom watched as the other inspected the sandwich before taking a bite of his own. If he hadn’t been fed during their transport, it was likely they hadn’t fed anyone who was resistive.

“No problem. We don’t have anybody else here, might as well help each other out when we can.” Besides that, Dominik was used to being part of a pack, a group that looked out for each other. Being isolated was not great for him. “What’s your name?”

#c: ventus #ventus: rebellious

yenvengerberg

Camila Mendes and Tyler Hoechlin in Palm Springs (2020).

#( dominik. )#( rheta. )#(( the wife he left at home oops ))

sholto:

For the second day in a row, Sholto had been dragged to the pool and tossed in. It seems they wouldn’t be letting him get his wish to join his family and friends in the afterlife and, he supposed, that was the whole point of such a place as Krovs. The merman felt his legs transforming into his fin, wishing the guards would let him take his pants off at least, this was the second pair that was now in tatters.

Pulling the pants off in annoyance, followed by his shirt, Sholto took in a deep breath through the gills on the side of his neck and let it out slowly as he sunk to the bottom of the pool. He wished there was a way to drown himself but that was impossible. A bit of movement caught his attention at the surface and he saw someone standing there, looking down towards him. Another wish that his telepathy was working correctly so he could tell whoever it was to fuck off without actually having to move. Thankfully, he could sit at the bottom of the pool indefinitely… or at least until the guards hauled him out again. @krovscastlestarters

He had seen them dragging the man through the undercroft and eventually he wandered over in that direction, peeking into the room to see where they had dragged him off to. The pool was an easy clue to why they had tossed him in, though it was still harsh. To be expected of a place like this, it seemed. Dominik stood at the edge, watching the man sit there on the bottom like he was hoping to drown, or maybe just using it as an opportunity to avoid the guards. Figuring he would come up if he wanted to, Dom took a seat, letting his legs hang over the edge into the pool.

“You ever coming out of there?” he called down into the depths after a while. It was more out of curiosity than anything else. The guy couldn’t stay down there forever, could he?

#c: sholto #sholto: depths

emilioalverez:

new friend | emilio & dom

Whenever a new batch of slaves were brought in, the fox would perk up, knowing it was a chance for a new friends. Which was sometimes hard to come by down in the Undercroft. There were some who looked like him and a few grumpy looking tall men as well. There was one who stood out at the back of the group and so he decided to go approach him. “Hola!” He greeted, far too cheerfully despite the situation. “I mean, welcome! I guess, that sounds weird. I’m Emilio, I like your beard.” The words slipped out quickly, just wanting to make it seem like he was friendly and not trying to torture the new slaves. In hindsight, maybe he shouldn’t have been the welcoming party for this kind of thing.

for: @gargoyledom

He wasn't exactly excited to be here. It wasn't his home and it was just another place where he was going to be under the control of someone else. Even worse was the knowledge that he was going to have to submit himself to whoever told him to. Somehow, the scowl on his face didn’t seem enough to scare away everyone, a cute man practically skipping over to him. The rushed words made him chuckle. “I like how short and cute you are,” he countered, deciding to not subject the other to his annoyance.

#c: emilio #emilio: new friend

“Only an hour outside, seriously?” he grumbled, sitting on a fence. He didn’t expect anyone to hear him or anyone to care, but only an hour felt like a joke. He wasn’t a vampire who was only awake during the darkest hours of the day. It was likely that he wasn’t going to be very agreeable when they tried to corral this group back into the underground, or whatever they called it. If he only had an hour, he was going to enjoy it, which didn’t involve the guy who was walking in his direction. “Do you need something? Don’t tell me, I’m not allowed to sit on the fence. Ha.”

@krovscastlestarters

#krovscastlestarter

This new space wasn’t the most welcoming area he’d ever seen, but with the collar on his neck, it wasn’t like he could do much of anything. That hadn’t stopped some people on the trip over. He had looked around for the man, but he hadn’t seen him just yet. As some food was provided, he grabbed extra and went to looking around, getting an idea of the space they were set to live in as well as looking for the other. When he did spot him, the man was still making a ruckus, just in a cage now.

“You never stop, do you?” he asked with a laugh as he sat down in front of the cage. “Here, they were handing out sandwiches. I brought you some.”