Apr 3, 2014
enslavedcaptor replied to your post:hii.
((That worked surprisingly well.))
it did
I tried to make the poems kind of make sense i dont know if it worked
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enslavedcaptor replied to your post:hii.
((That worked surprisingly well.))
it did
I tried to make the poems kind of make sense i dont know if it worked
hii.
If all our life is but a dreamThere's nothing wrong with meCenturies passed and still the sameYou're like a late night hit and runWell, when you go don't ever think I'll make you try to stay
Bored Mornings
Light filtered in through windows unhindered as Kanaya stretched elegantly atop a mountain of plush and pillows, letting the rays warm her iridescent skin. It was a wonderful morning full of light and color, just the way she preferred it be. And yet...
She breathed a deep sigh and her expression fell a bit in displeasure as she stared up at the ceiling. It had grown too quiet and that air, too still, and the blocks were one again feeling much larger than they actual were. And a familiar feeling was burning in her, tickling at the back of her throat in needy sensations. Perhaps it was time for another visitor...
She raised up in her pile and pulled out her husktop, flipping it open before connecting to the slavehold databases. She smiled contently as she clicked through profiles, looking for nothing in particular but waiting for something to strike her interest. A few made for moments of pause before continuing to the next profile but finally she found a prospect in the profile of a yellowblood; a psionic, it stated. The information stated that they were the same height but the slave was much thinner, gangly. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, feeling a little pull on her bloodpusher, and she smiled. Yes, this one will do. She clicked to confirm her interest and her payment for the slave and with it her coordinates for delivery.
She closed her husktop and shifted off of her pile of cushions and pillows. She had a few things to prepare before her guest arrived.
enslavedcaptor replied to your post:enslavedcaptor replied to your post:BORED 2uck2. ...
no.
OH COME ON DON'T BE A SPO1L SPORT! WE CAN BE HAPPY AND BE FR1ENDS AND GET HUMAN MARR1ED!
enslavedcaptor replied to your post:BORED
2uck2.
DO YOU WANT TO BE L1KE US TOO?
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dont 2ee how the 2oul would be unfortunate under tho2e ciircum2tance2 hone2tly.
1 don't know be1ng between a y1ffer and a memer can be dangerous...