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BASILISK {Dragon-Shapeshifter Hybrid} |Appears| 26 |Age| 1638 Exclusive RP Account

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rhoankennedy:

“Huh.  I can’t picture it, almost all of ‘em have been confident bastards since I was brought here.”  Rhoan slid his arms behind his head, not all that surprised that basilisks weren’t all that common – if they were, he was sure he would have met more before now.  A chuckle escaped the barghest and he nodded, smirking.  “You sound a bit like me, I tend to just go with the moment most days.  Apparently some masters ‘round here don’t care for someone who can be a little on the unpredictable side.”  Though Rhoan’s smirk slowly turned into a frown as he listened.  Most of his own had unclaimed him, though it had stopped bothering Rhoan by the second time it had happened.  “Sorry to hear that.  And of course it is, not every day you run into someone as fuckin’ gorgeous as you.”

“I don’t dislike them all but quite a few have come across my radar as insignificant. Sometimes more often than not, I don’t feel like being a dress-up doll.” Mal adjusted, letting legs rest on the bars. “I sound bitter and old.” He finally laughed at himself. “I just try to keep things as minimal as possible so I don’t have to deal with violent masters. Last thing I need is to shift and have claw marks and cuts in my beautiful carapace.” He smirked as he looked at his legs to see Rhoan. “You’ll see me more often and some very compromising circumstances. I hope even then I’ll be gorgeous. I have no doubt you’re attractive with or without clothing.”

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themasterbjorn:

Bjorn smirked at the surprise from the slave at so willingly handing over his shirt.  It wasn’t as if he actually minded and Mal hadn’t demanded it from him or anything equally as silly, so Bjorn didn’t see a reason to say no.  At the cautious step back, a laugh sounded from the blond.  “It very well might not help, but we shall see.  Do I make you nervous, Mal?”

The master was putting him on the spot and he didn’t think much of it beyond feeling exemplified. It also meant Bjorn was studying him as well. He’d have to be decisive in the manners forward. “Nervous, no. Observant, yes.” He sniffed the shirt anyways, making sure he wasn’t harboring contraband or something like that. Last thing he needed was to be smelling him and he wasn’t even there. “I take it you get down here often for people to want to see you shirtless.” 

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rhoankennedy:

“Haven’t the vampires always been bold?”  Rhoan asked with a slight laugh – most of the ones he’d met seemed to be, anyway.  He settled himself down on his own cot, resting his back against the wall as he listened to Mal.  “A basilisk – don’t think I’ve ever met one of your kind before.  Is more than one of you too much for them to handle?”  There was a faint tease to the barghest’s voice as he stretched his legs out a bit.  “Nah, it usually sucks when one of ‘em ends up unclaimin’ you or just up and disappearin’.  An old master of yours just vanish?”  He offered the other slave a smile.  “Pleasure to meet you, Mal.”

“At some point, they weren’t as courageous to step into the places unknown.” Mal joined in the laugh. They weren’t all very bright nor strong. But then again, he wasn’t as prepared to deal with them and be collared. “We’re said to be rare. Just happened my father wanted to mate with a shifter.” He smirked. “I’d say I’m agreeable with most people. I’m very temperamental though. I sometimes react with emotions than rationale. So I’d say most days I’m enough and other days I’m too much. Just think about handling a very powerful serpent.” He smirked before becoming emotionless. “My captor and owner kept me for years before he gave me over to the castle and then my second vanished on me. I’ve just given up optimism.” He sighed before offering Rhoan’s handsome ass a smile. “Oh, is it?” 

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rhoankennedy:

“Some of the guards around here are super easy to butter up if you know how to do it right.”  It probably helped that, despite some of the problems Rhoan had caused, he was on good terms with most of the guards.  Though there were only maybe a handful of them you could bribe.  “Your burrow, huh?  Not interested in havin’ one of ‘em claim you?”  The barghest asked, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms, chuckling.  “Mm.  I’m Rhoan, by the way.”

“It was one of the safest places before the vampires got bold.” Mal let his thoughts drift as he recalled the complex systems of tunnels he created when he was a kid and even when he was quite well into his age. “I am a basilisk. Sometimes I like being in deep, dark, warm spaces.” Mal found comfort in the memory but it was quickly forgotten as he returned to the fellow. “I’ve been through the prospects and the ups and downs of being claimed and then left. It got old, fast. So, I’m not jumping at the bits to get claimed. This old snake’s losing interest and fast.” He sighed softly. “Just call me Mal. It's nice to meet another handsome face. Looking more to see more of it.”

[rhoankennedy]

"Requires more than good genes to catch more than one pair of eyes."

“That so?”  Rhoan asked, chuckling a little as he slid his hands into his pockets.  “And just what else is required for that, then?”

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rhoankennedy:

“Workin’ out is about the only thing that you can do around here to pass the time.”  The Undercroft sure as hell wasn’t the gym, but Rhoan tried to keep up some kind of a workout regime.  Push ups, sit ups, anything that he could do, really.  “Dunno if I’d say plenty, but I think at least a few.  I’m sure you’ve got quite a few of the masters interested, too, you’re gorgeous.”

Mal checked his immediate surroundings. The last thing he wanted was to draw extra attention to himself. The more he flew under the radar the less likely they wanted to bother him. “I try to sweeten up a guard to let me use the gym. The eight out of ten times it doesn’t work, I am either sleeping or using the bars across the ceiling for exercise. That and using the gardens or pool.” He shrugged. Wasn’t a big deal. “I’m not paying much attention to them if they are. I’m too busy contemplating making the Undercroft my burrow.” He snickered. He tipped his imaginary hat in the fellow’s direction. “I do hope that at the end of the day and even when I need to bathe that I can maintain being gorgeous for ya.” He shook his head and sat on the edge of his cot.

[rhoankennedy]

"Requires more than good genes to catch more than one pair of eyes."

“That so?”  Rhoan asked, chuckling a little as he slid his hands into his pockets.  “And just what else is required for that, then?”

[scxlebxund]

“For starters, you still gotta work hard to see results.” Mal peeked over at him before turning his gaze back toward the contents of his cage. “More like alot of work. Then you’ve gotta have some appeal or you’ll just be a clumsy swan or a silly lion.” Mal crossed his arms, chuckling at the idea. “I’m sure plenty of masters are ready to jump that bone.” 

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Who are some masters you will like to claim by? Or some slaves you want to live along side with?

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A New Friend? || Fergus & Gahmaal

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fergusbrann:

Fergus wasn’t stupid at all, but there were times where he acted before he thought about the situation, and suddenly remembering that he shouldn’t act so careless. But it didn’t seem like the other minded, as it appeared that he even loosened up a bit, which then, Fergus proceded to grope the hard muscles, his biceps, his chest, his abs and even his ass. All of it beautifully sculpted. “Aww, a handsome face like yours shouldn’t say such somber words,” he chuckled. But when the man seemed to be offended but the what he said, Fergus took a step back, remembering this thing called personal space that another slave told him about. “I meant that you are likable, unlike some of the other pets here who are very loud and rude,” he said bluntly, looking straight into the man’s eyes. “I guess you’re right, our opinions don’t matter at all here. But it’s good to hear you’re not mad at me~”

“Somber? Maybe.” Mal jumped as the prodding hands eventually worked their way over him. Made the basilisk assume that if he were on some operating or examination board that the other would’ve left not one bit of him unturned. As he even grabbed a cheek or two, the deep croak from the male was a signal that maybe he ought to decrease the amount of freedom he was using. But he also never really told him to stop. “I hope you’ve found gold while you’re exploring. But I’ve let the Honeymoon phase go. This place seems great. The attention is nice. And then it all fades. But you seem alright.” He gave him a cheeky grin. “Seems like you’re already snatched. What brought you here and why?” 

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themasterbjorn:

“Hm.  I suppose I can cross you off the list, then.”  Bjorn’s lips twitched into an amused little smile as the slave extended out a hand for his shirt.  “I’m not in the habit of catering to other people, but if it will get them off my back…”  He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it, dropping it into Mal’s hands.

Mal didn’t expect Bjorn to relinquish his possession of the shirt so when he did, the basilisk was a bit surprised. He took it and didn’t know what to do with it, so he folds it and stores it beneath his arm. He was tempted to sniff it but for the sake of curiosity. Not for scenting or something. That would’ve been absurd. “Don’t know if it will help but I’ll stop asking.” Mal unrolls it and eventually ties it around his waist as if his belt or an accessorizing piece. He examined his body before stepping back to watch him, still cautious. 

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[scxlebxund]

You also a pretty nice ass, makes me wonder how you would look bent over as you spread your cheeks and beg for someone's cock

“Or I have a better idea. I’m spreading my legs with you rimming me. How about that? Getting that hole all decorated and wet from your fucking tongue. Licking and tongue fucking me. I wonder how you’d look begging to want to feel just how tight it is and how much want to feel your dick sliding in and out. I like that idea better, don’t you? Do you think you have it in you to make me beg?” 

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You have pretty nice tits

“That’s saying what, exactly? I’m pretty sure if I didn’t, I’d get sold off pretty easy. Besides all that, is there something else you’d like to share with the class?” Mal intended for the next few actions. The pec began to tense, jumping mindlessly. “Yes? I’m listening.” 

[merekhopper]

"I don't know. Seems pretty deflecting. I'll have to agree with the hiding one. I'll hold your shirt if you want to be pretty for them."

“Mm.  For all I know, you could be the one sending those.”  Bjorn smirked a little, shaking his head as he looked the slave over.  “Mal, correct?  I believe we’ve met briefly.”

[scxlebxund]

“I could but I’ve never been afraid to admit my own feelings. I simply don’t care much about the consequences of either good or bad.” Mal shrugged. “I am simply here to execute their desires and ask for your shirt.” His hands extended, waiting for it to be placed in his palm. “We did. It was very brief.”