Do Not Disappoint Me

Mikael Modin 2,000+ years old Vampire Master Claims: none

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orionavelos:

Orion flashed the man a charming smile– it was the only thing he knew how to do after all. “Whatever you wish.” Maybe he’d bum a hot shower, snag something to eat, draw something outside, and then go back to his cell before the man wanted him again. Get what you could. That’s all that mattered.

The boy had respect which was nice to see. It made the vampire feel almost bad for how he was using him. Almost. Keeping his eyes locked on the male’s pale sink, Mikael's eyes grew dark as he thought about how the boy would taste. When the hunger became too much, the vampire opened his mouth to reveal his fangs. “This will be quick. I don’t need very much anymore.”

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orionavelos:

“Fed on–” he raised an eyebrow before nodding. “A handful of times.” And none of them had been overly pleasant, but it was also not the worst thing that had ever been asked of him. “That the plan for the evening?”

“Yes, that is the plan for the evening,” Mikael replied, almost sounding bored. There was a small hint of disappointment in the vampire as he looked over the male on the couch. He didn’t enjoy when others had been tasted many times before he got the chance to, but Mikael knew he had no right to be picky. Especially in a place like this. “After we are done you are welcome to stay here and do what you please or return to your cell - I will not be bothered either way.”

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bast-aeternum:

Bast stayed quiet and still until the master returned.  It was several minutes, and Bast hated waiting, but patience had been trained into him by his former master.  Things would happen on the master’s schedule, not his own, and being patient was the same as submitting to the elite’s desires.  So he folded his hands in his lap and tried not to imagine the possibilities of what the master might want of him tonight.  Imagining wouldn’t do any good, only make him more nervous.

Looking up when the master came back, Bast sent the man a small, grateful smile before ducking his head again.  It spoke volumes that the vampire was cognizant enough of a human’s needs to offer Bast food before feeding.  “I was fed this morning, sir,” he answered with a little shrug.  By now, he was hungry again, having missed the evening meal to come here, but he didn’t think he was so low that he’d pass out if he didn’t eat until after he was fed on.  Although, that depended on how much blood the vampire intended to take.

The patience and manners that came from the boy almost amused the old vampire. It was rare to find someone so willing to comply. The thoughts of what else he could make the boy do just by his command flooded Mikael’s mind, but he didn’t bother with those right now. There would be plenty of time for play after the vampire fed. “That does not answer what I asked,” he said abruptly, taking a seat on the couch next to the boy. “But your lack of interest in the food makes me think you aren’t, so we’ll forget about the food for now.” As the vampire sat closer to the pale boy his eyes could better take in the way he looked. Visually, the boy was better then average,which acted as nothing but a bonus for the elite. But the scent of the sweetness that ran through his veins, that was almost breathtaking. Ghosting a finger along the boy’s bare collarbone, Mikael spoke, his eyes following the invisible line his finger left behind. “Have you been fed on before?”

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adrianbianchi:

Adrian hated the way the guards seemed to be singling him out more often than not for these house calls after his escape attempt. It wasn’t his fault they had only caught him at the last moment he doubted they were chastised too harshly. Still hear he was dropped off at an elites yet again. “No. Tell them to bring you someone else.” He said crossing his arms.

Mikael couldn’t stop the eye roll that surfaced when the pet spoke up. He couldn’t be bothered with the attitude the boy possessed, knowing how easy it was to compel the male if he really wanted. But the blood never tasted as good as someone who was willing to give it to him. “Sit down,” he repeated again, his tone harsh but bored. “I’m going to get you food. But, if you would prefer to keep being difficult we’re welcome to start without it. No point in me making an effort to be hospitable if you’re just going to throw in back in my face.”

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orionavelos:

Orion never liked it when he was rented by an elite without having been seen before. It usually resulted in him either getting hurt of being used until he was dismissed without so much of a thank you. But still– he plastered a smile on his face and beamed at the man as he opened the door. Learn to play them; learn to act like an accomplished pet. He could do that. He nodded at the order, “As you wish, sir.” And he sat down.

Mikael watched the boy carefully as he walked them to the living room area. He didn’t understand the smile that was dancing on the blonde’s lips, but he didn’t think too much about it. He knew it wouldn’t be there for much longer. Once he returned from the kitchen, a small plate full of fruit and nuts in hand, he finally spoke. “Have you ever been fed on?” the question was blunt, but he figured it would be better to get straight to the point then try and dance around what he was really going to do. 

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bast-aeternum:

Bast was nervous, being delivered to the door of an unfamiliar master, but this was nothing new.  He was always nervous.  It was practically a hallmark of his personality.  He could teach a course on overthinking things.  But working himself up right before meeting a new master never helped anyone, so Bast made himself breathe slow, deliberate breaths as he walked to the vampire’s abode.  He’d learned a trick about counting his breaths years ago, and it helped.

Bast stood awkwardly in front of the vampire, eyes lowered respectfully and hands at his sides, though he was fighting the urge to fidget.  “Yes, sir,” he murmured, following the man inside and sitting on the edge of a couch.  In a momentary flash of anxiety, Bast wondered if he was allowed to use the furniture, or maybe ought to be sitting on the floor, but he pushed it away.  Most elites meant the furniture when they told a pet to sit.  It would be fine.

The vampire could sense the boy even before he opened the door. This one reeked of insecurity, but again, the vampire knew he had no right to be picky tonight. His opinion change though when he allowed the boy into his home. It was clear he had been taught well, something that had grown to be quite rare in their day and age. The man’s reply earned him a small, very subtle smile as they walked from the door way to where he wanted him on the couch before the vampire vanished to the kitchen. Pouring the boy a glass of wine and bringing out a small plate of bread and cheese, the elite took his time before returning to the pet. He wanted to see how long he would wait patiently for his return.

When Mikael finally walked into the room he stayed quiet once again as he placed the food down on the small table in front of the man. “If you have not eaten today, you’re welcome toeat now.” He finally said, sounding almost bored with himself. “Otherwise, you can save that until after I have fed.”

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kvmawolf:

  The young wolf was nervous, to say the least. He had only been in the tower for a few days, a fresh face among the many pets who had lived here for much longer. And yet he was the one picked out by a guard and told simply to ‘Follow’. Even though he was good at taking orders, Kuma still felt a strange feeling boiling in his stomach, something he couldn’t shake off even as he stood face to face with the master that had rented him. There was a moment of pause before the pup stepped inside, almost as if he were contemplating leaving. Though, once he was inside and saw that there was a couch, he was all in. A complete 180 from his previous thoughts. Excited simply at the idea of laying on a surface that wasn’t a stone floor or his brick of a bed, Kuma threw himself happily onto the couch, stretching out his mostly nude form as he worked himself comfortably into a niche, waiting for the master to return.

Mikael knew it was going to be a gamble allowing the tower to choose a pet for him. This was even more clear when he opened the door, causing him to be face-to-face with the wolf pup. Normally the vampire avoided wolves - for obvious reasons - but he couldn’t afford to be picky tonight so he allowed the halfling in. Even from the other room Mikael could sense the wolf’s excitement. He rolled his eyes to himself before returning to the room with the boy, a plate off of fruit and bread in his hand. “Have you eaten today?” he asked, placing the plate down on the table in front of the boy. 

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Mikael was still new to how everything worked at Aeternum. In the few days he had been to the city he had learned the basics of how things were run and how to rent pets. Everything he would need to build a life in this new town. After three days Mikael had completely moved in and was beginning to grow tired and hungry. Knowing he must feed, the old vampire had ordered a pet for the evening. When the knock on his front door sounded Mikael anwered the door, stone cold, his eyes taking in the sight of the male. After a moment of silence the elite motioned for the pet to follow him, “Sit down,” Mikael ordered at the male as they entered the dimly lit living space. “--or if you’re more comfortable, lay down. I’ll be back in a moment.”

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It was more or less a typical day in the courtyard of the tower. Most of the unclaimed pets had migrated to the center. Some had been grooming themselves by the water, some where climbing trees, some where sleeping in the shade, but most, most had been in the center ring, training, sparring, asserting whatever dominance they thought that had in the situation by exhibiting their strength… or lack there of. For most pets, it was their way of getting noticed, of showing their worth, in hopes of getting purchased and whisked away to what was rumored to be a lavish, wonderful life of exclusive servitude. Baelfire had his doubts. 

Nonetheless, for a dragonborn, that should have been Baelfire’s strategy. It hadn’t been lost to him that he was the only half-dragonborn pet not participating in the makeshift sparring tournament the others had organized. The redhead himself had taken to finding a spot in the shade, back against the trunk of a tree, as we watched the ‘semifinals’ begin, a match between a wolf pet and a human. His gaze shifted to the figure that approached and he offered a sideways grin. “My money’s on the smaller one,” he offered, “You know, if I had any.”

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Mikael walked through the courtyard of the Tower, his eyes scanning the crowd, picking through the pets, taking note of the ones that interested him. It was cloudy enough that the vampire was shaded from the sun, but as a precaution Mikael stayed in the shadows. That was when he heard the male speak up. Turning his attention to where the man was looking, the vampire smirked, enjoying the sight of the pets sparring. “I’d take the wolf,” Mikael replied simply, the smirk not faltering. “Is that supposed to be some way of making me feel bad for you?”

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