Well she had respect for herself which he actually liked. She knew her abilities and wanted due respect for them. Though he understood such things he did think she gave herself more airs than was good for a slave no matter how talented or unique. As far as spurning for amusement well his idea of amusement dwelt in darker areas. Besides if one was going words to inflict harm they had to know exactly what would sting. Simple insults and embarrassment were no where near efficient for him. You had to find the heart of the matter and twist it with a sly tongue.

Returning his thoughts back to the slave he said, keeping admiration in his face, "I would not be looking for such meager entertainment." He put his arm back in her cage and carefully traced one of his black fingernails down the side of her face. It was a small gesture to let her know he was not going to beat her. With his finger still on her face he said, "I do not beat my slave unless they require it for failing me. Would you fail me Nuvy?" He asked this with a tone of seriousness expecting the same honestly she had so far given.

((just a note- he is referring to the slaves that act as servants not the slaves he uses for experimentation and torture))

Marrock looked into her eyes as she spoke and new she was telling the truth. If at all possible she would not fail him. Now the real question was would her strong will get in the way? However, like he had thought before that if it did not work out he could always trade her in for something else. He had made up his mind.

Boring his eyes into hers he said, "Then I am now your Master and you will call me so." He then looked away and motioned for one of the handlers to let her out of her cage. Once the handler had opened the cage Marrock stepped to ward her. He had his chain ready to attach to her collar but before he had a move to put it on he said, "I will keep you chained until you have earned my trust. I'm going to attach it to your collar. Do you understand?" With a temperamental and powerfully willed slave it was never a good idea to just do things which they could misinterpret. He stood stock still waiting for her reply.


((w00t for da slave leash *wink* ))

((AHHHH!!! sorry guys. My ride to work was leaving w/o me so I had to book it earlier
@Dreizehn: what a complex character! Very cool.
@Chikuma/Tatsu: coolness))

Vaynel had rapidly closed all the curtains before kneeling before Adia. She wasn't quite sure what to make of this. Never had she had anyone kneel before her. In the past, her disobedient hired servants would bow slightly and rush off to remedy whatever they messed up. If it was a heinous mistake, they'd be docked some pay. "But slaves aren't paid," Adia thought.
"Punishment. . .?" she said thoughtfully. She didn't see the need for one here. "I don't have one for you. . . It was a mistake. Please, just be careful when you enjoy the sunlight from now on. Especially in my bed chambers."
While Vaynel appeared much more well rested, he was visibly dirty. Blood and dirt were smeared across him in places. "You can go get washed and dressed," she said. "I'll see if someone can go purchase something for you to wear when you're done."
Adia pointed towards her washroom, and as she did so her eyes caught glimpse of what Nuvy did to her. The scratch was more of a welt, red and a little swollen. Her nerves still racked from fleeing from the the sunlight and her fight with the slave, she decided to sit on the edge of her bed to calm down all the way before heading back to the viewing room.

To say that Adia was not tempted by Vaynel's offer would be a lie. She looked at him intensely from the edge of her bed. She had begun to feel embarrassed by not only loosing control earlier, but also because a slave had toyed with her in such a way. Regardless, what she hated most was that some part of her knew it would enjoy the bloody outcome whether it was by her fangs or Vaynel's. . . "No, that's not true," she thought bitterly. "I'm just upset."
Still, she asked, "Even if it was another slave? Would you still kill her then?" Something in Adia's gut churned. She knew that she shouldn't wish such ill on someone. Nuvy certainly had flustered her, though. No, Adia was more than flustered. . . Nuvy had managed to cut all of Adia's restraints, leaving her to feel bare and vulnerable.
"You would wouldn't you?" she said, she narrowed her eyes thoughtfully.

"Yes," Adia whispered, looking blankly a head of her. She turned to him one last time, "Look at me," she said to her submissive slave. She had purchased him mostly for protection. The bite had alerted her to the evils that wandered this world, and he would keep her safe. Not only that, but it, in a way, made her a danger to herself. "Promise me that if I'm ever out of control, that you will stop me. Now as for this . . . Nuvy. Do you want her dead, too?"
((Ah! Adia's a semi-bad girl when overly emotional. A battle could be fun, especially since Nuvy is now Marrock's. What do you think?))

Vaynel meet her eyes with his own brilliant red ones and said, "I will do as you ask of me even if that means stopping you. I am a slave Master I do not need to feel. If you wish this Nuvy dead then I will do my best to kill her." He was not sure why she was asking his opinion about the matter. He was a slave and he was not to have an opinion on anything. He did not like that he was a killer but he had done if for so long he did not see how that would ever matter.

((lol Marrock would most likely watch thinking it was good entertainment and if his slave could hold her own.
Just going to post a new post ;* * sorry peeps))

Adia nodded while listening to Vaynel's reply, amazed at how intense his eyes were, though somewhat vacant. Normally he wouldn't make eye contact, so she'd forget how marvelous they really were.
His offer to kill Nuvy stood even as Adia asked him of his preference. Still new to slavery, she hardly knew that Vaynel would "agree" to anything she said. She believed his offer meant that he would, perhaps, enjoy being rid of Nuvy, "Like how someone may offer to finish a bit of cake from your plate," Adia thought, then instantly she was horrified at the comparison she made.
Closing her eyes, she pushed that aside after a few deep breaths.
"Yes. Kill her, please. . . You can go bathe and do as you see fit now. I'll find you some clothes."
Adia stood, feeling more powerful than she ever had in her life. Nuvy would die, and perhaps the message would be sent: she was not only a quivering maiden in a pretty gown, she posed a threat.
Adia left the room feeling better. After sending a general worker to buy a nice set of men's clothes, she decided to take a walk through the viewing room.

((Cool beans, Tatsu. This should be interesting))

Once Nuvy exposed her neck willingly Marrock went forward and connected the magical chain. He kept the other end tightly in his fist. He then turned and backhanded the handler saying with venom, "Be gone if you are only going to dance around." He really couldn't stand the nervous human. If the human made some stupid move who knows how Nuvy would react. Humans were such scum. Only useful for experimentation or if lovely enough to gaze upon.

Looking now at Nuvy he said, "You will follow me." She had to since she was chained to him but still he felt the order should be given. He started off toward his quarters.

Vaynel realized that perhaps she did not know he was somewhat useless, other than regular chores, in his human form. He wondered if Vincent omitted some of his details in order to sell him. He wondered what she would do when she found out. "Master I am unable to fight effectively in my human form. Once night falls and I change into the beast I will kill the slave as requested," he said to her. He did not know if he would win or not but it mattered little.

Once he had the new clothes he bowed to her and said,"Yes Master." He took this as a dismissal and left.

Sikura walked the halls as she looked around at all the changes since last time she was home. Her eyes went to a door that was marked Adia. She knocked on the door as she heard the conversation stopping.

"Adia, are you alright?" The voice she was actually one that showed she cared about her.

((Witch woman? That's not entirely accurate.))

(It's fine. No worries. Just kind of funny.))

Lexera was about to head up to Vincents Bed chambers to take a nap before see stopped his legs sticking out by the side of the 'once' hybrids cage. she watched as Nuvy and Marrock became Master and slave. She bowed before Marrock before running around the other side of the cage and finding Vincent fast asleep. "Vincent! what the hell do you think your doing sleeping down here?" shock covered her face, she knew this guy was crazy but COME ON! she knelt down beside him and tried waking him. "Vincent i think it's time to wake up!?"

"noooooo just a bit longer, i'm playing with the purple Llama" he mumbled in his sleep.

Lexera frowned at him before answering. "I dont wanna know" shaking her head she went to shove him to try and wake him but hesitated. "I'm so going to get my ass kicked for this!" she told herself and she nudged and shoved him trying to wake him.
"Come on you idiot get up! people will start watching in a minute!"

Vincent flailed his arms away "nooooo ...... noooooo but the Llama i wanna play!"
it took him a few minutes but he soon had his eyes open, "huh? what am i doing sleeping here? OH MY thats right Sikura's here i saw her a while back where'd she go?"
He soon got up and made his way upstairs.

"I know, Vaynel," Adia told her slave when he told her that he was useless for fighting as a human. She could tell by his slender frame that that was true. "It's fine. Go and wash up." She gave him a smile, knowing that at least one of her problems would be gone by the end of the night.

*~*~*

Back in the viewing room, Adia's comfort fled as she saw the brutally bruised Nuvy out of her cage. Adia's eyes widened and she felt her heart begin to beat so quickly that it was almost as though it meant to hurt her.
"Oh no," she whispered as they walked past.
Nuvy's apparent owner was tall and dark and something undoubtedly evil. She could see in his eyes that he was a man she never wished to cross. . . but she possibly already had.

((Adia, Sikura was knocking on your door to make sure you were okay.))

((WAH!!! sorry, I can't believe I missed that. I'll remedy it somehow. . . uh w/ a flashback. sorry. :/))

Adia turned behind her to speak to the now quiet sweet seeming Sikura. "I think I may be in trouble," she said.
Adia felt that Sikura was perhaps the one of the few people she could trust to tell this to.
*~*~*FLASHBACK*~*~*
Adia was more than surprised to see the master from before at her door. "Yes," she said softly, I'm all right. Adia dared to smile a little at the woman. "Thank you for asking." "No one ever asks," she whined internally, but thankful that perhaps she had made a friend in this dark castle.
"Would you like to walk back to the viewing room with me?" she asked.

((@Death: If Sikura doesn't want to go to the viewing room then just let me know and I'll edit the other previous post. :3))