Troy had been listening in on the little conversation and decided sighed a bit before trying to get a look at the winged girl. "You know, if you just pretended to be docile you might avoid some punishment, and maybe get chosen too." He pointed out.

A loud and uncharming noise came from Vaynel's room. The brief pounding and quiet growls made Adia's stomach churn in worry. Still, she tried to focus on her current conversation.
"Punishments?" Adia's eyes widened. "What d-do they punish you for?" Her eyes moved about, looking for some means to feed her were. She was no werewolf expert, but she imagined something that large had an appetite that was more intense than they had offered. As her eyes darted, she asked again, "Why would they punish you?" After listening to Troy reply to the winged girl, Adia asked him, "Is she bad?" Adia gazed at her collars.

Alexia shrunk to a corner now her wings even smaller to where you couldn't see them cept from behind. She was shy and all the people talking to her at once was unusual for being civilized conversations. "I have but my traits from my items and collars are what make people not look at me, I have had my moments believe it or not but this cage just drives me so crazy." She was quiet and when done she shrunk back to the corner and started saying the crazy game.
((Crazy I was crazy once they locked me up they put in a rubber box I died they buried me there were worms worms drive me crazy crazy I was crazy once... just keeps going til you stop))

Adia watched the winged girl, stunned. Her song urged chills up Adia's spine. Her pale skin rising in goose bumps she tried to rub away. Finally snapping out of it, Adia couldn't submit to ladylike politeness anymore. "Stop it!" she shouted. "Just stop. Be quiet," she urged, holding her clambering hands together. Today had been a very overwhelming day for Adia. More than once she had lost it, and again, she felt the pang of guilt behind her sternum. "Forgive me," she muttered. "I. . . I forget myself sometimes." She brushed away a bit of dust from her gown. Hoping her werewolf wouldn't get too angry while waiting for more food. She still had no idea where the kitchen was. . .
"Y-you can sing? How about you sing a song now? Hmm?"

((any ideas, guys, where Adia can find some Puppy Chow? Were she more viscous she could just throw a slave in there and pay for them later, but as it is she's. . . Adia.))

Alexia looked confused at the outburst but smiled. "I did not know it angered you or I would not have sang it. It will not sing instead." She said not sure if the person was a spy or master or reporter.

((LOL go with the slave idea! jk. . just make something up, like you found a huge vat of meat somewhere :P ))

He nodded and looked at her. Starting to speak before she went into her muttering and then deciding against it. "Slaves are usually punished very hard, it isn't usually far from torture what they do when we misbehave."

((@Chikuma: LOL. Okay))

Adia shivered as she listened to Troy's response. She felt all at once thankful and ashamed that she was on the other side of the slave/owner table.

Adia sneered at the girl despite herself. "P-pardon me, but I have to feed my slave," she said to the winged girl. "I may not be back." What she had wanted to say had a bit more bite to it, but as she walked toward her meat bin (( Uh. . . fairies brought it)) to pull out a couple bloody hunks of strange meat she knew she'd return to the girl, as well as to Troy, as soon as Vaynel was satisfied.
Her palms grew moist as she heaved the door open, using her foot then her hip to widen the opening after tugging it ajar with a few spare fingers.
Vaynel in his wolf form made her insides feel cold. In his human form, he made her curious, not fearful. "H-here," she said, throwing the meat inside the cage and taking several steps back.

The beast had heard something approaching and it smelled delicious. He licked his lips and tried to stand but found himself unable. He managed to worm around so when the thing walked in he could keep his eyes on it. Once the meat was in his cage, tired or not, he used his scraps of energy to devour it in a matter of seconds. He looked up and his bestial eyes bore into the thing outside the cage. Something inside knew this thing. . .it seemed familiar. He growled at it still hungry.

As Adia wiped her hands on her already filthy dress she watched the wolf nearly inhale the meat she gave him. As he growled, she reacted ever so slightly less tensely than before. With her chin on her chest she looked at him with narrowed eyes. Not that she was glaring, merely watching closely, as closely as she herself felt she was being watched by the wolf. "More?" she asked softly. Not expecting an answer, she turned to gather more meat. This time, holding up her skirt as a basket of sorts. She filled it with the largest pieces of meat she found. On her way back, she was too embarrassed to make eye contact with anyone. "My legs are probably showing," she thought.
Back in Vaynel's room she threw five pieces of meat into the cage, one at a time.

When it returned with more flesh the beast eagerly wolfed down what it was given. It felt some of its strength return. It hated being feed in this manner but it knew it could not get free to kill on it's own. He sniffed the air taking in the things scent. It could not get to it to feed on but at least the thing had given him some flesh. He gave another growl and turned his back on the thing. It was rather ungraceful but he didn't care. He was letting the thing know he was not frightened of it by turning his back to it.

(( I was tempted to write -He got a look at the things legs and let out a long whistle . . . it had been a while since he had seen anything so foxy :P ))

As they were left alone Troy began to think quietly on how long he may be here. Finally he turned to the winged girl. "How long did you say you were here again?" He asked her wanting to strike up some sort of a conversation.

(@Chikuma: you're too funny. XD I laughed out loud at that edit))
Adia sighed. "Full then?" she asked when the wolf turned away from her. She wondered briefly what his fur felt like, but knew that he was not like a pet dog. Patting between his ears would be quite hazardous to her health. Not wishing to see anymore blood she said softly, "Good night, Vaynel. I'll see you in the morning."
As she returned to the viewing area, she caught the putrid scent of her gown. "I liked this dress," she moaned softly. The only clean cloth she had to wipe her hands on now were her sleeves. Once the juices from Vaynel's supper were off her hands, she stopped before her new friend and the winged girl.
"Hello Troy," she said trying to ignore the winged girl. She lasted about thirty seconds. "Hello," she said curtly to the girl before turning to Troy again. "I tried to steal some cake earlier," she confessed, "but I couldn't find the ki- the kitchen."

Troy smiled a bit as Adia approached him and told him about the cake. "Well, thats alright I suppose, you can try and find some later, though you shouldn't really worry about us too much. You're a Mistress aren't you? So I'm sure you have better things to do."

"I don't," she confessed plainly. "My parents left me more than enough money, so I don't work." Her unemployment was nothing she felt badly about. In fact, she rather liked it that way. "My own slave is, well. . ." she trailed off gesturing to the door to Vaynel's current room, "he's preoccupied." She smiled as kindly as she could manage, knowing that her dress still recked of raw meat. "But I promise, if I make my way to the kitchens, I'll swipe you some cake," she whispered. She now asked the question she had wanted to ask since discovering that Troy was much older than her. "What exactly are you? If you don't mind my asking."

((Is Troy all blue like in the pic? or no?))

Troy listened to her story and wondered exactly what was wrong with her slave before he heard her question. "Oh, right, I'm A dryad, or a river spirit, One of the oldest creatures alive if you count the time spent before I got a body.. I don't though."

Adia nodded, amazed that she was speaking with such an ancient creature. At the same time, she was very curious. "Are there many of your kind?"

"Every creek, river or body of water has one of us, so yes there are many, though we don't get bodies until we dry up, for any reason. Then we will live for as long as we have the will too. Though most can't adapt to being physical."

Alexia just started to watch hoping she wouldn't get punished for talking to a mistress so plainly.

Originally Posted by Romance In Tragedy

"Caught? No, no don't be silly, i volunteered." He smiled with happiness. "It's better than being outside. I am considered a freak as well.." he swayed his head side to side, "The foods good, the place is sanitary, no rats. And plus, i get all the sleep i want."

'Volunteered?' She asked confused. She'd hate being here, chained up and having to deal with people passing by and ignoring her so much. 'I just go with it. I know I'm different. They just can't deal with it beacuse their so dull and use to acting the same as the next.' She replied,though was sent off by low growls and she looked over in the corner of her eye to see a girl with wings. She didn't speak and listened to Leon's and this winged girls conversation. But soon their conversation ended and she looked back to Leon.

"Well if you think i hate it, why not purchase me off the wall of torture Mad'am Ella?" he said giving her fake kitten eyes, "My price must not be too high, after all i would be outdated to the new ones that get delivered here after all.."

Vincent couldn't help but laugh even harder at Marrocks smile. "I think iy best you not do that around people you actually like." he told him trying to catch his breathe. "You'll end up scaring them away." slowly calming himself he smiled as his old friend took a seat. "Before i show you Lexera i could show you our newest attractions!" he stated.
"now lets see." biting his lower lip he thought about what had been brought in since the last time Marrock had been here. "oh you may like the tainted Angel we have, she's a little feisty back not as bad as the hybrid. "he said pointing over his shoulder to the hybrid girl who was now siting in a childish pose.
"he have a Dryad, a river one, he's rather blue..... literally!" letting out a small laugh he contained "and i believe be have we have a mysterious traveler of some sort."
looking around the room he could see that to only being not being attended to was the angel. "i guess we check out the angel first then?"
"as few humans, i think he have have one down here, but i have another three upstairs, i'm getting bored of them so you could always take a few off my hands?"
Vincent clapped his hands as he received a gift. "Oh goody i love your gifts, whats this one do?" he asked as he watched it float and hover near his feet.

Lexera woke up on Vincent's bed. "Oh my did i fall asleep?" asking herself out loud seemed like the right thing to do at the time.
Standing she slowly made her way back down stairs, she was a little surprised that Vincent hadn't come to check on her yet.
Sitting at the top of the stairs with her elbows in her lab using her hands to support her head she could see that Vincent was talking with a dark elf.
"it's been along since i've seem one of my kind" she exclaimed. "even if he is on the dark side of our clan."

"I only smile for you friend," giving another creepy smile to Vincent. "You should consider yourself lucky that I honor you so, "he continued with their obvious joke. Marrock had never been known for being or looking kind so this private joke was fine. "Yes I would like to see some of the attractions, as you put it. I'm not sure if I want something feisty. . .that's more your thing than mine. I will take the time to look the thing over though. The Dryad does sound a bit fascinating. I'm not sure how useful he will be to me but might be worth experimenting on. I'll look over any female slave you have. You know I enjoy their company," he said this last part rather darkly. He was not a kind master and most slaves that lasted long in his care it was simply because they could handle his abuse better than the rest. "The globe attracts fairies. It works well as I have tested it myself. I was thinking you might be able to capture some and sell them," he said. He stood saying, "Well I suppose I should have a look at all your goodies."

(( Is Kathryn still playing. . .I was going to buy her))

Vincent's eyes widened. "Fairies? really, yes they may be good for business." a smile spread across his face as he began to walk towards the angel. "spouse you dont like the feisty once as i do, your lose." he told Marrock adding a shrug of his shoulders. "i think you said something to do with to much work last time?" Vincent's grin hadn't faded.
he nudged the globe as he went, then started bouncing it like a basket ball, the globe didn't quite hit the ground as he bounce it with one hand but it came pretty close.
he heard a small cry kind like a "eep" but a very faint one, he stopped bouncing the globe to see what had caused, screwing up his face he called out to one of his workers. "clean up on isle one!". a small fairy had been squished. "well there's one less in the world now!"

((i donno i may P.M her just to see if she's coming back or not..))

Marrock walked with Vincent. It wasn't that he didn't mind difficult slave he just wasn't very patient with them. They tended to die quickly and Marrock tended to lose money. He was in no way hurting for money but he didn't like losing anything. "Yes too much work and I kill them too fast. I don't mind looking them over though to get a feel for them," he told Vincent as they walked. He watched as Vincent sort of bounced the globe and he heard the faint squish and crunch of the thing dying. He shivered in delight at the wonderful noise.

((kk, let her know I'll buy her if she comes back.))