Nuvy continued to try and bat away the staff's attacks as best as she could. "I would die first before I let anyone try to copy me!" She growled the words back at the mistress making it a promise rather than just a simple statement of words.

Once she had withdrawn the staff and left, Nuvy hadn't bothered to look at this woman. Her breath came fast and heavy as her brow had a slight dampness to it. She was beyond her usual state of rage of this point. This witch could think what she wanted about Nuvy. Could make whatever threats she wanted about Nuvy, but she knew that eventually someone stupid would come along and purchase her and she'd be rid of this place and the many masters here. Licking some of her wound son her arms she thought more bitterly towards these people above her here.

Her collars were right despite what others thought. Master Vincent had guffawed at the idea of her actually being loyal to someone. She was fully capable of it, if there was someone who could actually challenge her enough and deal with Nuvy she eventually found respect for some and became fiercely loyal to them.

Fluttering her wings angrily as best as she could again, she settled to a far corner of the cage. Her hoofed legs brought close to her chest as her chin rested on them, her arms wrapped around herself. She knew she had brought all of this upon herself but she couldn't help slipping into a melancholy state as her wings wrapped around to guard herself from view. She thought about one mistress whom she had had. Nuvy had raged in the beginning and fought her till one day things just seemed to click in place after that she was loyal and rarely had any outbursts with her mistress. That all came to close when the poor woman was assassinated. Nuvy of course pursued them and eventually found them, giving them a slow death with her special gifts.

After that, it was back to being passed through the market, then to a new master, then back in the pans. Still people continued to feed her an addictive drug that began to rot away her brain, it was probably this that caused the battling emotions in her. She was slowly losing her mind.

((Thought I'd give Nuvy some more depth to her character and a little explanation to her orange collar. n.n))

"Ah back to work." She sighed with a slight smile as she left her wing of the castle and making her way down to the slave rooms. She was curious to see if there were any new arrivals or any other mishaps that she should attend to for the moment. She was slightly surprised to see that they had gained quite a good number more since she had last been in the night before. It was still morning of course, but slowly progressing it's day hours to mid-day then later to dusk.

She began to walk the room seeing that the notorious Nuvy was huddled in a ball with her wings wrapped around her. She paused outside of her cage unsure of what to make of this, completely unaware of what had happened during the earlier portion of the day.

Deciding not to worry about it, she'd find out soon enough she continued on to one of the newer arrivals. The purple haired female had attracted her. She seemed to have a different presence about her as Aya stood studying her features. It was then that concern wrinkled her brow as she asked, "Are you alright?" The female seemed to not be moving very much and this made her worry. "Is she sick?" She thought. That was the last they needed, another outbreak of a plague that spread through the castle and wiped out a good portion of the slaves and their workers. They had also lost a few masters to the bloody thing, and Vincent was in a vehemently angered mood for what seemed like months before things returned to normal.

((I might have Marrock buy Nuvy. Got something that might work. It's me Chikuma ))

Adia crept to her room, annoyed at the tiny shafts of light that squeezed between a few curtains on her way down the hall. She couldn't shake Nuvy from her mind. Adia knew very well what would have happened had that new master not come in. She shivered, but wasn't cold.
As she entered her room, the first thing she noticed was how bright it was. Her room practically glowed with sunshine. Standing near the middle of her largest window, Vaynel stood, basking in the light.
There had been a time before when Adia would do similarly. She used to fling her curtains and windows open first thing in the morning, and lean against the sun's rays, eyes closed.
But now. . . "Close those curtains!" she shouted fearfully. As if trying to avoid an attack, she leaped backwards into the much darker hall way. "Close them now! Please!" The way she said "please," was very much like begging.

((Hey hey Chikuma! Hope you got some good sleep.
You have me very curious you know of what you have in mind. I am excited for what may come in to play.

Like I said, she really is loyal and quite loving, just hard to deal with until you get to an understanding with her. O.o;; ))

Vaynel started at the sudden entry of his master. How could he have been so forgetful as to think of doing something to please himself no matter how small. He cursed himself silently and moved quickly to do as his master bid him. He knew she was a vampire and like a fool he was standing there basking in the sunlight.

Once he had all the curtains closed nice and tight he went to his master. Falling to his knee and bowing his head he said, "It is my fault Master. I should have closed them before the sun rose. I accept my punishment." He would not rise till she had decided how to punish him or give him another order.

((hey it's Chikuma, doing some stuff on my mule so I'll just answer with Tatsu for now))

she looked up to someone 'are you alright?'
'I am more alright than the person who got hit with a staff for over a few dozen times....' Dia said with a weak smile
'I am diamond, call me dia, pleasure to meet you' i grimaced, better make some friends when im at it

(( Yeah I got some rest and had some wacked out dreams. Yeah I think I'll buy Nuvy and maybe diamondt's character once I know how she changed it))

((well i havent changed it as in in the profile, but ill mention it maybe more than once in her thoughts, but just to make it clear, she cant teleport creatures bigger than a fist ^^;))

((Glad to read you are better rested. n.n Marrock is probably the only one at this point who would want Nuvy anyway. lol Unless she does something to anger him too. Ugh.))

Aya was taken slightly aback at hearing the news. "Who was beaten with a staff?" She asked Diamond, that concerned look on her face developing further now mixing with confusion. "A pleasure to meet you Diamond." She smiled warmly down at the girl. "Are you sure though, you don't seem to be moving very much there." She asked again studying the girl still wary about her current condition. "They wouldn't have a let a sick slave in past inspection now would they?" She pondered if someone was shirking their responsibilities last night.

'well, if i could move just a bit more than an Inch, i could escape, so yeah, im not allowed to move much' i smiled
'for example, i could heal the curled ball up there if i could move 2 inches with just one finger, but i cant move half an inch with one finger, at all, makes me feel quite useless...' I said with my face lowering...
((character CHANGE! xD what anime was that again o.o? nevermind, shugo chara, found it xD))

Aya listened to Dia's explanation about why she couldn't move and glanced back over at Nuvy at the mention of the 'injured curled up ball'. "She was beaten then by a master I assume." Sighing she shook her head slowly, her facial expression relaxing as she closed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "It was only a matter of time. Perhaps she won't act up as badly then. Who taught her the lesson?" She asked Dia then. Then curious about her even more she added, "How can anyone use you as a slave if you have capabilities to escape if you are able to move? That will provide to be a large problem for you since the people that come through here want a slave they can actually use." Having slaves rot away or simply used as Vincent's playthings alway worried her, it was a waste of a life and a sad thing at that for her to bear witness to.

'dont ask me, im not planning to escape, in the end theyll use some odd device to summon me back again right? And the curled up ball could escape too once shes out of that cage... Dont ask me, im just here for one morning...' Dia sighed, talking costs air, and air is in some sort of shortage....

"Oh?" She asked Dia now looking at her in question. "And do you know our Nuvy can escape? She is a slave just as yourself. How do you know that you are here for only a morning then?" This slave seemed to be a little full of herself at the moment considering her condition. Aya was unsure about her and began to look more closely at her charms and collars that she wore.

'well, i can fly if i get out of this cage, but the same goes for nuvy, you said?, so ill guess theres something scary in my collar... i dont want to even know. so in the end theres no escaping for me to it right? it would only end... bad' i said shivering at the thought...
((it was rather an example of her not being anything more special than any other slave, you could say she actually underestimated herself except for being all full ovr herself... figured i might say that before you get wrong ideas ^^; oh my, there i go again, i start talking in first person x.x excuse me if i do, but im sooo used to it xD))

Marrock had finished getting his wing in order and getting a handful of human slaves to clean up the place. He had felt something to a twinge of guilt, but not really, at having to leave Vincent but getting his living quarters fit for living in were a higher priority to him.

He sat down in one of his favorite chairs which he had of course killed to acquire. If memory served it was some lord or duke's slaves who had made the thing. The duke had tried to double cross Marrock and paid highly for such a thing. All his land were now barren and had been so for years. Marrock hadn't done that trick himself but had called in a favor from a rather interesting demon. He chuckled at the memory.

He sighed and thought about all the slaves he had seen the night before. He had not wanted the hybrid at fist but now upon further inspection he thought she might make an interesting slave. Besides if she became too much trouble he could kill her or sell her back to Vincent.

He stood up and headed back to the slave area to look her over again. Besides they might have some new ones while he had been busy.

Once Marrock reached the slave area he strode over to Nuvy making sure he wasn't with in striking distance and said, "Name slave?" He all ready knew her name but was giving a very basic and simple test.

"Dia..." Aya said softly looking at her with sadness. "Most of you have collars that contain something to contain you." She shook her head slowly it was sad that they had to contain other lives as such, though in Nuvy's case she proved to almost be a danger to others as well as herself.

Her attention briefly was taken to Marrock who had just entered the room and was looking over at Nuvy's huddled form. She was almost tempted to say something but thought best against it. She was very unsure of that master yet.

((Nah, no wrong ideas. n.n ))

"Someone addresses me already again?" Nuvy pondered as she heard a male's voice. "Is it so soon for yet another beating?" She asked quietly, her wings slipping open so she could see who it was.

She was surprised at seeing the 'dark master' back looking at her. Here she had presumed it was possibly a slave of that witch woman that was possibly sent to attack her even more.
"You know my name master." She answered him, her wings closing back around her tightly as she went back to licking her bruised and slightly damaged hands.

'hmm.... well i guess that was to be suspected...' she sighed... well then better make the best out of it.

"Sadly yes Dia it is." She shrugged her small shoulders unsure of what else to say of the grim topic. Deciding to try and change it she asked, "So Dia please tell me about yourself. Where did you come from?"

'Well i just plain travelled around, flying for miles, feeling great, i loved forests the most though, fairies are very nice and tend to love to make flower-anythings for you, bracelets necklaces headornaments, anything! For the rest i lived in The air you could say' she smiled

Marrock frowned to himself. She had failed the most basic of tests. It was to see that even though they knew you knew they would still obey the silly order. She was defiant which was more of Vincents bag then his but she did intrigue him. He only replied by saying, "If you wish a beating I can give you one though that was not why I have come. It is sad that such a unique creature such as yourself can not obey a simple order or perhaps you do not know your name?"

((GAH! My internet connection was acting funny so I had to restart and lost my post. ;_; ))

"A child of the air then." She smiled at Dia finally commenting after she had listened to her talk a little about herself, nodding once here and there. Her eyes trailed back over to where Marrock stood watching Nuvy, seemed the two were conversing some. Her attention was brought back to Dia as wished to continue the conversation further. "It must be wonderful to have the experience to feel what flying truly feels like, I envy you. I am sorry that you are in this position though. Did you have a master before you were brought here Dia?" She asked.

"I apologize then master." She practically sneered through her wings at him, then changing her tone she added. "I just thought that you were sent by the witch woman to come and beat me some more." She was surprised that he had called her a 'unique' creature, this causing her to become curious of why he had decided to truly come and see her once again.

Unfurling her wings from around her, she folded them on her back wincing a couple of times from th previous beating. Her right cheek was slightly swollen from where the staff had struck her earlier, Nuvy's eyes met the dark master's then as she sat up with her legs awkwardly folded under her.
"I am Nuvy master, a centaurion hybrid." She answered him with no tone of mockery or sarcasm.

"I follow no one's bidding," he said with a bit of venom. He let his eyes slowly and methodically go over her body as she showed it off to him. Perhaps it was because she was part devil but Marrock liked the look of the creature and let this show on his face.

He had a thought and decided to act upon it. He put his arm into her cage far enough so he could hold the edge of her chin with the tips of his fingers. His eyes smiled and he said, "Beautiful, strong and powerful, " he pause briefly and then continued, "but not obedient. Do you wish a master Nuvy?"

(( o.o I hate when that happens! ))

She winced a little as he exclaimed about not doing anyone's bidding and was overcome with relief that he was not here because of her. The small movement made her face contort slightly and she absentmindedly licked the back of her battered hand once again.

Seeing the smile upon this master's face made her confused, why was he smiling at her so? No one did that unless they were about to spring some trap for an excuse to punish her. Becoming wary now she felt a need to be guarded, only her old mistress regarded her with kindness at one point in her life no one else did.

Nuvy almost drew herself back as he put his arm in the cage and tilted her chin up to him. she had decided to stay strong and show no signs of weakness, she would not break because of a mere beating. Hearing that this one complimented her more caused her brows to rise as he admired her half swollen face. She chose her words carefully before responding to him, this master looking that he could cause immense pain which she was in no mindset or shape to take. "I do wish for one. One that is as strong willed as I." She spoke frankly not to be rude but to be truthful to him.

Marrock watched all of her reactions and could tell she was all ready being less defiant. Perhaps she just need a firm but gentle hand. . .or an honest one. He let go of her chin and took back his arm keeping his gaze on her. He listened to her reply and could feel the truth behind her words. He said to her, "It is this strong will which concerns me. Perhaps you are too strong willed and will not be obedient." He kept letting her see signs of interest on his face as he talked in order to keep her interest.

The way he baited her with his own slight change in facial expressions indeed kept her baited and talking to him. This one didn't shout at her or make idle threats to get her blood boiling though she knew she was quick to anger and act upon it when granted the chance.
"I am obedient to those that deserve it from me dark master." She nodded her head before continuing. "The ones that like to spurn me on for sheer amusement are the ones I have no care for and do not care how I act around them."