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[murderousxfae-blog]

Felix sat in his cell on his little hard bed with a magazine he’d managed to con off one of the guards and was for once, not that bothered that he’d landed in a tiny little room. He knew he deserved better, he deserved fucking luxury, but the rest of the world clearly wasn’t ready to see that yet. 

He heard the footsteps stop and tried not to act frustrated that whoever it was had rudely interrupted his reading when he was just finding out what was in fashion this winter. His eyes rose and he glanced through the bars. “What?”

[enslaved-griff]

Griffin was rather used to sitting quietly on his own, the slave perched on his cot just watching the people outside pass by.  He was pretty sure he was nearing a decade as a slave, and in all honesty he had difficulty remembering what it was like being free.  He missed feeling his magic, using it to create and defend, but outside of that he wasn’t entirely sure what was daydream and what was true history anymore.  In quiet moments like these he sometimes tried to remember, but then the pain and sorrow of it all started to affect him and he immediately had to distract himself.  

Standing up, the witch ended up leaning against the bars, studying passerby till someone finally made eye contact. “Hi there.”

[wayland-carter-blog]

Things had actually been going alright.  He and Tobias were getting along, and learning each other more, he wasn’t carrying anymore marks on his body, and he wasn’t as afraid for his life all the time.  However, All of this was shadowed by his conversation with Elyse at the party.  The disdain in her voice, the disappointment and anger, and from the sounds of it it seemed she no longer cared for him as she’d used to.  His prediction that no one could love him had come true in the most unfortunate of ways, and it was dragging him down.  

Wayland had been glad to find a gym that taught martial arts, the slave using their equipment as a part of his workout so he could keep his body well trained and ready to fight if need be.   He didn’t anticipate that any of his skill would be all that much in a fight against a supernatural, but he still needed to try.  Which was why he was currently taking out his heartbreak and aggression on a training dummy, so focused he didn’t notice the eyes resting on him or the person approaching.

[placenameswhatever-blog]

“Okay. So, this is not entirely what I expected.” Lydia sat upright in her cell, her head still spinning a bit. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been unconscious. But at least she’d been aware of what was happening when she was being drugged, and she knew where she would wake up. But she was quickly discovering that this was actually not so much of a reassurance.

Lydia peered into the darkness between the bars that caged her. “Uh, hello?”

[ofxbloodxandxwar-blog]

Tobias sat at the bar with his bloodied shirt half open and his jacket slung over the bar top. He’d had a rough day, but the slave he’d rented had had it worse. If anything, the Demon had a little fun along with his frustration, the same couldn’t be said for the slave though and Tobias left him in the cells to heal.

He was taking his third sip of his bourbon when he felt those eyes on him, and he lifted his glance for no more than a second “What? Don’t tell me you’re surprised by this?” he looked down at his shirt and shrugged, it wasn’t even as bad as normal, he’d taken it easy on the slave, at least in his opinion.

[dragoness-nephthys]

Nephthys was in a wild mood tonight, the usually light and flirty Mistress practically prowling as she moved through the streets.  She either wanted to rip something to bloody shreds or fuck someone till they couldn’t anymore, and the dragon wasn’t sure to which side her mood would fall.  Moving down the streets at night, a person moving in her peripheral caught her attention and she turned, sharp eyes locked on them.  “You.  What are you doing this evening?”  Even if it was someone she didn’t know, it could be a slave she could sate these needs with, or a Master who had a good suggestion or an appetite of their own.

[elder-skye]

Moving through the halls of the slave’s quarters, the woman observed the humans and traitor’s in their cells.  The Elder witch was often found in these halls, keeping an eye on her handiwork with the traitor’s collars.  It was also a time for her to observe their new stock, interact with the slaves and see if there was anyone who could catch her interest.  The witch was picky, not indulging too often in rentals, but she was open to the idea.  She was about to turn a corner when she heard a voice behind her, turning to look at the source of the noise.  “Did you say something?”

[sierraxblackbird]

It had taken a bit of time, but eventually Sierra had figured that the best place, and time, for her to draw was during her outside time and in the park. Curled up on a bench with her sketch pad in her lap, allowing the pencil to fly over the paper, she was lost in her drawing. Until someone caught her stare, realized she was drawing them, and began to stalk over. The brunette felt her heart jump in her chest and her breathing quicken, as an apologetic expression slid onto her features. “I’m sorry.. I’ll toss it if you did not want to be drawn..” she said, her tone careful and wavering.