Might've been better left in the cellblock

[straightjacket-caramelblood]

[ closed rp with princeofvoodoos ]

[straightjacket-caramelblood]

That actually might have been what had called the Indigo’s attention, he didn’t easily go for the easier slaves; even though he knew they where considered the better ones, an easy lay and popular by others who didn’t want to put too much effort in their wares. Their personality was crushed too much already, there was no fun to be found in them anymore, unless he wanted to just use their bodies. He wanted something else right now however, wanted to have a challenge and that creature looked like it would prove to be one.

Kurloz still did not pay any attention to him, a casual game of ignoring the slave until he felt ready to pay attention to it. That didn’t mean that his gaze moved an inch as he stared. The expression was ignored as well and finally he took one last sip and placed the glass back on the table. His fingertips resting on the rim for a moment longer before they got pulled back, wine stained fingers casually pushed into his own mouth to clean them.

Sometimes the Indigo had little shame, or maybe it all belonged to the game of who would break first. A question which he was eager to find a reply to. The silence would be called uncomfortable by most, but he simply didn’t care for it either. His gaze appreciating the other’s shape, and then the other moved. His own eyebrows raised ever so lightly as if trying to figure out if he really did see this correctly.

After a while however, he did approach the other himself, movements slow and unhurried as he went to undo the restraints from the other troll. It spoke for him that he showed not the least amount of fear, didn’t even feel it. He knew that his ‘voodoos would knock most, if not all, slaves down a notch or two. They weren’t a match to him and thus he did what most would deem foolish. Some of the touches far too casual, lingering a moment longer than necessary.

Once more furthering the test on who would stand firm under the pressure and who would break first.

Being ignored really didn't bother the feline in the least, his patience as ever present as his instability. He simply watched the troll drink before cleaning his fingers off, Arcita's pupils narrowing thinner with fascination, watching him.

He feels his bindings finally being undone, the lingering touches making him smirk slightly, voice a husky purr as he tilts his head a bit and comments with the faintest hint of amusement in his tone, "Bit touchy feely therre, arren't we, indigo, forr being in contact with a warrmerr hue...?"

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[princeofvoodoos]

He hadn’t shown much interest, but that wouldn’t stay like that for very long. Kurloz had been looking for interesting slaves and the filth-blood had looked rather interesting he had to admit. It had showed no fear and of course Kurloz was interested in those. The purr almost didn’t want to disappear from his thorax, kept rumbling out. Nonetheless he had work to do and he took the device out that made that he could order slaves. He scrolled down the list, searching for those particular horns.

It might have been easier to get the troll himself, but he didn’t want to touch the shitblood too much himself. Instead he picked up two glasses between his fingertips and placed them on the table, terrible casual after the order had been send. Now it was simply to wait for the slave to arrive. Of course he might get his pleasure from the thing first, but he wouldn’t oppose some conversation. The irony wasn’t lost on him, no tongue to add to the cascade of words around him.

Footsteps approached, multiple even, not that he paid them any heed. Don’t look too eager and he poured some of the drink for the evening in one of the glasses and raised it to his lips. His gaze wandering casually to the door, having left it open so they could enter it without having to knock. It opened just as he took a sip and he didn’t lower the glass once he caught sight of the creature again. An indigo gaze taking everything in yet again before his lips curved in a thin smile. The glass lowering and placed back on a table.

A dismissive hand gesture made the guards look at each other, before they made sure to leave as quick as possible without looking too offending and punishable.

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The troll would be listed as nameless, very little information given in the system, but the image for identification and the marker indicating him to be very low on the list of recommended buys. Call it rock bottom, even with the only personality trait noted being 'unpredictable'. It could be from few ever bothering even dare try to learn more, really. There were plenty of very popular, well reviewed slaves on market that were featured as good obedient fucks that masters were meant to be drawn in by and encouraged to use due to their compliance.

Then there was this one.

Guards come to get him and he remains silent, smiling far too politely at them as they walk on all sides of him to guide him along without touching him themselves. He doesn't look around much as he is led, the subtle click of heeled boots the only sound coming from him.

He maintains the small, thin smile as he is led into a room, eyes settling then upon the same indigo from earlier, one brow raising slightly under the edges of his wind bangs, the troll standing there bound in the jacket, not moving away nor moving closer, just sort of existing.

After a moment though he does silently approach where the other sits before stopping again to just stand and stare at him, the troll lanky and tall, stretched over a lean agile frame. He tilted his head ever so slightly, wondering if the indigo would just sit there or come unbind his arms, as it wasn't exactly useful having them bound into place wrapped around his own torso.

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[princeofvoodoos]

One might have been surprised that those vivid eyes fell on the indigo-blood, but he wasn’t. In fact he barely realized there was a look aimed toward him. Not for very long however, once the ‘voodoos left his think pan he tilted his head as if being drawn toward the other by an invisible line. A tilt of the eyebrow, his own question etched on proud features. Did the other really think he would take the invitation?

Nonetheless he did walk closer, almost dangerously so and observed the captured troll from horns to toes with a blank expression on his features. Nothing could be read from his face for a long while, maybe expect a slight hint of distaste that had to do with the blood that the other carried inside his veins. His lips parting for a moment in a grim smile, breaking the illusion of stitches keeping his mouth shut.

There was no word that passed his lips, before his expression flickered away, finally losing interest again. The inviting look that might have convinced others did nothing. Even though even Kurloz might have felt a desire to explore, but simply didn’t act upon it yet.

[straightjacket-caramelblood]

The troll within the cage tilted his own head a bit when the indigo looked over at him, remaining silent and expressionless himself save for the slight smirk of his own in response to that smile, Arcita getting himself a good lookover of the other as well.

When the Capricorn made move to depart, still no sound came from the caramelblood within the containment, who simply sat there unfazed, soon returning to extending his claws once more and cleaning at them, though there'd been no shyness about meeting the eyes of the 'master' directly in those brief moments of close quarters. if nothing else, he was entirely undaunted by the caste system's superimposed standards.

He could tell he would see the other troll around again, even if only in passing, and that was really all that counted for the time, the troll's mind shortly thereafter back onto other things, barely a lingering thought being spared to the interesting fellow whom had come over to inspect him for a moment.

[straightjacket-caramelblood]

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The caramelblooded cattroll sat within the confines of the cage, cleaning his claws and idly watching people outside of it as though they were his prey - they the ones caged rather than himself. He is silent, expression a neutral darkness, eyes vivid and pupils narrow little slits barely visible within the golden glow of the orbs beneath the edge of his hair.

He spots someone soon who catches his interest, expression becoming a serene, almost pleasant and polite smile coupled with his crazed eyes as he shifts within the cage and cants his head silently to one side to stare at them undauntedly, wordlessly challenging them... inviting them to come over.

[straightjacket-caramelblood]

He was found secluded in an abandoned asylum, padded room ghastly gaunt with wild eyes.

They took him out in the condition they found him and when they turned their backs he disappeared

When they found him again, he was sitting once more in the padded room, eating....

colourful blood staining the straightjacket, eerily calm with a smile far too serene and... knowing

He swallowed the chunk he'd torn from the arm in his lap - gods knows how he got it in the first place, bound up like that - and licked his lips of the blood before speaking, voice a husky purr promising of seduction and death all in one

"You should have left the doorr locked"

They took him away to market, unbound him and threw him in a cell near others to try to sell him to someone crazy enough to want him

... Perhaps he had been better left in seclusion, for the sakes of those nearest him.

[straightjacket-caramelblood]

<3 You rrequested my purresence...~? Parrdon, I forgot to clean up first ~

[straightjacket-caramelblood]

It may have purroven wise for you to have left me in seclusion, you may come to rrealize~