Hurricane with claws;;

Kora Storm / 25 / Werewolf & slave a girl with a fairytale face but her mouth screams like a wolfs.

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doiae:

There was a slight hint of familiarity that struck a flame within Sidian’s mind, then again, he knew most of the slaves that were in the cells. Those that were claimed were not as well known to him but he doubted they would have been making an attempt at getting to the docks as he assumed the others would be attempting. His beloved plants moved around him at his will, doing so from the back and front of his shop as well, however, he would be the first thing that anyone saw before he made his plants over take them. It wasn’t that he couldn’t handle anyone directly with his magic, this was simply more fun than he was willing to admit. As the figure drew closer the familiarity that once made him perk a brow now made his smile broaden in absolute amusement. 

He soon was moving closer to her as well, a low chuckle leaving his lips as he finally came within a few paces of the she-wolf. “Ahhh, what a good girl, come to find me in this moment of disarray… I’m almost proud.” He cooed, tone very much genuine, she must have fought her way here he was sure. At least at some point, but otherwise she did not look harmed. 

With a tilt of his head Sidian inspected her better, dark hues calculating and almost worried that someone had gotten to her before he could again. There wasn’t a soul he wanted punishing Kora but himself, there was a selfish motive hidden behind his cruel acts, a selfish one that was more intimate than he would ever be willing to admit. This was the closest to affection as he would ever get. The plant which grew on his also burst forth from the cracks and quickly made their way up the she-wolfs legs to hold her in place as he moved around to circle her. Coming back around to face her Sidian huffed out a small and almost satisfied sigh, hand moving from his pocket to let his fingers graze against her chin lightly. 

Just as slow and sudden as the act had been did Sidian drop his hand away, letting the vines retreat from her form. There was, of course, only one other reason she could have been in this area– the docks, perhaps he was not as deep into her mind as she was in his. This, naturally, was a problem and it caused his brow to crease just a little. “Unless, of course— you were trying to make a break for it. In which case, I would be very disappointed in you my sweet. Say it isn’t so–” His voice pleaded in a mocking way, not really meant to make her feel mocked, but definitely an attempt to hide the real plea within his statement. He wanted her to have sought him out instead of simply been trying to make a break for it.

Disgust floored Kora the moment she heard the tone of Sidian’s voice. She felt sick with nervous energy, dizzy even. What was she doing there? The shewolf stopped in her blind tracks. Sidian was in front of her - there was no need to move further forward. If she did so, she may just run into him. She wanted to turn back. “That’s not...” She tried to deny it, yet her voice trailed off during the attempt. What was the point? After all, it wouldn’t do to piss him off this time. Not when she...needed him. They had been here before, in their shared past before the island. A past that at any other given moment Kora wished to erase. But when it truly came down to it - if she had to pick a punishment from him or some guard or resident - he would win for some twisted, unexplored reason or another.  She didn’t have time to explore the thought.

Kora heard the strange sounds of the vines growing and moving toward her, but she could not see them. Fear gripped her yet again and she took a shaken, but defensive step back, only to feel the vines creep up her ankles and lock her in place. Without her sight this alone was much worse on her - even if she desperately wanted to escape, her lack of eyesight was much too hindering and she was no blind Daredevil.. Fear and determination had only gotten her this far. But that was as far as it went - once here, she had no idea what to do or say. However, she could feel him - feel his eyes on her as he took deliberate and confident steps around shaken form. This was what she chose to focus on, head tilting in the direction he chose to take as she listened to his footfalls. She’d be a fool to trust him completely. 

She flinched away from his gentle touch, not knowing what to expect from him here. Part of her expected some form of backhanded slap, humiliation. Nothing so...simple. “Sidian...” She started, refusing to allow her voice to shake. “Sidian, I can’t see. I can’t see anything.” And that lack of control frightened her more than anything else. But as the vines retreated, she felt better. “Do you honestly think I’d get very far if I were...” She said as she reached out until her hand made contact with his chest and expensive fabric of his suit. Granted - Kora had found him. But familiar scent was much easier for her to track down. And she had needed something to focus on in her panic. 

“Please just...just help me.”

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doiae:

Every Friday Sidian made his way to his shop, nodding to his employees if they had earned it that week, counting out the money and storing it in the safe, taking the weeks inventory. Most managers, or even owners of any business’s had a person who did all that for them. But Sidian was not like most, he always held a sense of mystery and power, the only two things he really ever wanted to be showing. He trusted no one on this island, the only purpose he had there was his job, of course the source of money flow he had going was not at all how he expected it to be when he first arrived, or even when he accepted the invitation. It had been in a fancy envelope, drenched in fragrance and the energy of another witch, at the time Sidian hadn’t thought much of it, thinking that perhaps it had been a secretary of some sort– but now that he had gotten closer to the source he knew that had not been the case. Still, it didn’t matter, is books matched up and the employees for the day had long since sent back to their cells or owners.

The Witch was sitting comfortably in the back room where his prized plants were, the ones he’d had since he was little, his mothers plants. Newspaper in hand while a hot pot of tea sat next to him on the small table he had next to the station where all his potions and herbs were worked on. The place served as a ‘lab’ away from home, it was also a place he made, the plants reacting to him as if they only came alive when he was around. That was very much the truth, his signature in magic was what made the vines grow over to him as he sipped at his tea, the elegant plants sliding around his arms as if it were an affectionate pet. 

A siren, not the kind that occupied the island, but the ones used to alarm to hurricanes and other tragic calamities of the sea, the sound broke him from his thoughts and concentration on the century old newspaper. His dark gaze flicked up and he glanced up as if he could see past the plants and shrubbery that blocked his view to the outside street. Then he knew, in a flash of magic connection, one with the head of his manor, and Sidian knew why there was an annoying alarm surging out a warning. With a sigh the Witch moved to placed his tea down, the plant retreating back from being wrapped around his arm. With a fluid motion Sidian stood, straightened his jacket and moved from the back room, shutting and locking the door before he moved further into the shop, disappearing into the forest of plants until he came out on the other side of the shops front door. 

Dark eyes scanned the street before it made a turn towards the docks which his shop was close to, if any slaves actually made it this far they could be stopped by him. Just as the thought swept through his mind the sound of feet coming down the street drew his attention back. From this distance he couldn’t tell if it was a slave or not, so he shifted as he locked the door and moved away from the shop– pocketing his keys before he narrowed his gaze, going a little was out in the street before he was in the middle. A smirk played at his lips, oh how he hoped it was a slave, already the plant he had swept away with him was growing, curling around his arm before it stretched across behind his back to lace around the other then moved on to his torso. This was a perfect start of the weekend.

Kora had no idea what was going on. First she had been on her free hour - tucking herself away in the dense trees of the slave yard for her 60 minutes of freedom. But then something felt wrong. Her vision began to blur - slowly, making her wonder if this was another affect of wolfsbane or something worse. Something all too permanent. It wasn’t long until the young wolf was blind completely as she stumbled her way through the foliage in a near panic. She couldn’t focus - too scared, her sense running a muck as the sound of sirens rang loudly in her ears. The sound made her flinch and for once a real sort of fear settled in her gut. She felt helpless, settled into a darkness she had no control over and no way out. 

But the first rational thought that came to her mind soothed her for the briefest moment while disgusting her at the same time. Sidian. Kora liked to think she loathed him - after all, she was convinced he was the very reason she was on this island. His presence there was too coincidental for her not to form conspiracy theories. And he seemingly lived to torment her. However, he was a witch - a powerful one, she could give him that much. And he was...familiar. And now, trapped in her head - she needed that familiarity. So after a moments pause to ground herself, Kora took a deep breath as she focused on her other heightened senses while chaos sounded around her. She hadn’t realized it, but she’d already begone to move as she went in search for the shop in which he owned. She, unfortunately knew the smell of the green witch and his earthly powers anywhere. 

She was in disarray once she’d found her way into the town - streets she knew by smell, but kept herself to the back allies. She’d fallen twice, tripping over objects in her path. Blindness made her clumsy, scared - but determined. And when someone had grabbed her, the shewolf fought back with claws and teeth and every bit of strength she had in her. She didn’t want to go back to the cells like this - not with a guard or an unknown resident. She was putting a lot of faith into this - but Sidian would help her, she had to believe this. Even if it came at a steep price. 

Kora knew she was close when she could smell soil and the exotic scent of foreign flowers. Many she herself was familiar with after years of studying their uses. One didn’t need to be a witch to know how to use them. Maybe she could heal herself if he’d just give her the proper tools. Her hand stayed flat against the brick wall at her side as she walked, using it as a guide as these smells lead her forward. She was close to the docks, could hear the ocean, feel it in the air around her, as well as the feel of Sidian’s power sparking around her. Maybe this had been the worst decision she would ever make, but it wasn’t like she could turn back now.

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onlyxfeir:

“Ah this shouldn’t take long at all. Just a pinprick.” 

“If that’s got wolfsbane in it - I don’t want it. Actually - I don’t want it at all!”

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“Wait - wait...where the hell are we going?”

[jacksxnking]

It was unusually quiet when Jackson wandered along the corridor, alone, his sleeves rolled up around his forearms. His hair looked like an untended mess, his boots old and worn like their owner as he peeked inside a cell from time to time. It’s been a while since he visited the slave basement, not because he couldn’t possibly afford it, but because he had been busy with work. Aside from making sure that his bar was thriving and stocked properly, he enjoyed to do everything that involved his hands. He was a working man, he loved to experiment on his cars, his motorbikes, he loved to hunt and farm. And occasionally, he enjoyed to get his hands on something entirely different, which is why he was back down here.He was an easygoing fellow, yes, but he was still as horny as a teenager, just as hungry.

At some point, he stopped mid-step and let out a half mocking, half curious whistle, eyes glued to a particular slave. “Christ, you look like a piece o’ shit.”

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After countless fights with guards and the constant chasing she made them do - Kora was injected with wolfsbane almost daily. A punishment clearly until the wolf learned to play a little nicer instead of baring her teeth at every resident or guard that passed by. Groaning quietly, she turned in her cot. There was no way she could sleep through this pain - not that a lumpy cot left her much room to do so anyway. Earlier guards had come and forced the poison through her veins - their way of keeping her quiet and subdued. She felt sick, her body ached. 

But hearing a low whistle and catching the shadow cast over the floor, Kora glanced over at the cell door. She might feel weak and tired - but the shewolf definitely had enough strength to spare the male a glare. 

“There is a guard or two that look much worse than me.”

[hurricane-kora]

Describe a time when you've felt real happiness.

“There was this one time I actually made Sidian smile. I don’t know - it made me feel pretty good.”

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Finally, the siren looked up, head tilting as he glared at the brunette now hiding out in his room. Sure, he could have easily given her a moment and let her be on her way without a word uttered to the people looking for her but Reid wasn’t really in a charitable mood. He moved to stand in front of the slave, the height difference almost amusing as he towered over the girl and placed a hand on the door next to her to prevent escape. “And why, pray tell, would I do that for you? I don’t see anything stopping me from calling them right now.”

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Kora tensed up as the much taller siren invaded her space, forcing her eyes to shift up to even look at him. Extreme height difference she was all too used to but she tried to keep herself from pressing back against the door. He blocked her in, and a low growl rumbled in her chest - no wild animal enjoyed being cornered.  “You look quite annoyed by my presence. Leaving quietly does seem the best course in this situation.” Preferably without the hassle the guards would bring her. She’d already had an altercation recently and she didn’t fancy being sent back to Roderick. 

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What’s your middle name, and do you like it?

“My middle name is Elsbeth, and I don’t dislike it?”

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Do you have any siblings?

“I have an older brother.”

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How was the punishment with the shoes?

“...Ridiculous.”

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5 things you miss?

- Shifting- Freedom- My piano- My copy of the novel The Princess Bride- My mother

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“Well, you’re a bright one, aren’t ya?” Reid didn’t even bother looking up at the young lady, jaw clenching at the very sound of her voice. He didn’t much like being interrupted when in the middle of something, especially when he was supposed to be in the privacy of his own room. “How did you manage to get all the way to the siren manor?”

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Slipping into the first door she saw - running into someone else hadn’t been the first thing on her mind. It had been getting away from those retched guards who enjoyed all too much manhandling her. “Guards.” She told the master matter-of-fact. “Apparently I was requested - by who, well I don’t care to find out.” Kora stayed close to the door - listening for the guards as they searched for her. “I’ll be gone in a bit and you could easily pretend you didn’t see me...”