Vincent frowned at the girl, "i can probably guess that most masters dont really know what you are he, they probably think your some weird have breed." he told her shaking his head. "Ya dont see Neko everyday ya know, so little missy tell me your story?"
he couldn't stop looking at her tail as it moved it was almost hypnotic.
"do you have any special abilities? where's you come from, are there more of your kind?"

Lexera let out a small laugh. "i new that was coming, but i cant help but ask, sorry if i offended you at all." she answered back. walking over to a small bench beside the water she began unfastening her elven armor. at least Vincent lets me wear this, the only thing i have left from my home town. her armor made clanking noises as she continued to take pieces of it off and place it on the floor.
she wrapped a towel around herself before taking her clothes off, tho she was open around the slaves she was still shy about her body. making sure her armor was in arms reach she entered the water and began to clean herslef.

Nichole looked at him, "I was kidnapped when i was a little kid and i was a small old ladys slave for alittle bit then i was in a slave trade when she died and now here i am" She flicked her tail when the man named Vincent asked her about any special capabilities that she had, "Uh well i can touch fire and sometimes i can control it, i can climb stuff really fast, and i have good hearing" she said her voice was soft and some-what bell like.

Vincent nodded as she explained about herself. "nice, nice, that hearing of yours could come in handy, i could use you as a spy....... i have no idea what i'd spy on, but doesn't a spy sound cool?" he tilted his head to one side looking down at her. "follow me and i'll show you to your new living quarters, you'll help Lexera out as well so youse two will stay in the same room, she's an elf, you might like her." he began to wonder off up some stairs towards his bed chambers.

"Yes, Nuvy," Adia confirmed. Adia thought about how Nuvy did in fact get under her skin. She remembered what she had asked of Vaynel, and no part of her doubted his ability to perform. Her stomach wobbled a tad thinking that maybe this demand of hers for Vaynel to kill Nuvy was a bit much. . . especially if this Marrock was as bad as she heard.
"He does seem rather proper," Adia said thinking about Vaynel. It was not a trait that she disliked. She had not expected it at first. Vaynel was not rude, and she liked that. He may not speak much, but at least he wasn't disrespectful while answering. He knew the book, and followed it to the letter it seemed.
When Adia heard Aya say that people took an instant liking to her she was nearly astonished. "They do?!" she asked. "I hadn't noticed. Perhaps they're just being polite. I'm not exactly great at social sit-situations." "Or they're afraid I'll snap on them," she thought moodily.
Now as she looked at Aya's face she saw tears brimming on her eyes. "Please don't cry," she whispered, hoping Aya would look at her again. "I appreciate you. Really, I do."

((Gah, you all posted at least five pages while I was trying to catch up on what was going on today, all so very active..))

Nichole nodded and then followed Vincent, her tail curled up so she wouldnt trip. She was in a good mood so she began to hop up the stairs, never tripping once. her ears both twitched, this is fun she thought with a giggle.

He carefully picked up her tail and saw the injury. "What other injuries do you have," he asked wanting to know them all. He knew a few of the other slaves could heal and he wanted her fixed. He didn't doubt that she more than likely deserved the beating she had gotten but she belonged to him now.

Another thought came to him and he asked, "How well are you in a fight? Have you fought very often?" He needed to know more about her.

Vaynel paid little attention to Lexera. He was intent on cleaning off the blood and dirt covering him. He made sure not to miss a single spot. He did not was to shame his master. He thought on this and turned to the elf saying, "Do they have combs we may use?" He wanted to make sure to be as presentable as possible.

((@samurai angelus: haha, I can totally relate. I was lost and just lurking when I came back from work.
@Kitty: OMG! so cute!! ))

((I'm not exactly sure what to post now though, is anybody still in the viewing room?))

She listened to Adia as she confirmed that it was Nuvy and talked more on the matter of Vaynel, it seemed to brighten her mood then the previous topic. She nodded a few times and smiled in confirmation glad that Vaynel was with her. They would be good together indeed as Aya envied Adia for having such luck with finding a slave that matched herself.

Hearing Adia's astonishment she said, "Adia! I see how the slaves act around you, you seem to put them at ease. They seem to be able to talk to you as well as others here in the castle. I guess I have trouble conversing, you are better at social situations then I am I believe." She smiled warmly her eyes still on the floor.

Her eyes went to Adia's own as she heard that she was appreciated. "Really?" She asked wiping the few tears away from her eyes. "I... Thank you." She said smiling.

"I just have the bruises and tender spots from where the witch woman struck me with her staff." Nuvy responded, "Nothing critical. It'll heal easily." She added.

Taking a deep breath before answering his next question was a bit tougher for her. "Fighting... I have been in a few mainly with humans who want to practice their spells. I've fought a few others that were not of human breed. A Vampire once, a Weretiger and a few others I can't remember what they were classified as exactly."

((Welcome back samurai!))

Lexera nodded at Vaynel's question and pointed to small locker looking things. "everything you may need is in there, spare soap, shampoo, conditioner, combs bandages the lot, help yourself." she told him.
placing the now wet towel, that was once wrapped around her body, behind her she willed herself to transform into her small cat form and began to swim around in the water. this was what really help to relax her.
That when she remembered that Vaynel was that wolf from last night, in her cat form she could only speak to him telepathically. "why is it that you cant control yourself when you change?" she asked speaking to him through his mind.

Vincent like how this one was lively, stopping at the top of the stairs he waited for her to reach him before speaking. "this is the second floor of the castle, it's where most of the slaves that live in the castle sleep and also me...coz it has the biggest room." he told her with a laugh. "the bathrooms are up a level and farther up are where all ours guests stay, living here your job will me to serve me of course." he pointed at himself bating his eyelids at her. "but also to serve those who ask you for help, so that means anyone in the castle."

((I believe I'm close to it if not in it right now. I'll head over. Something you can comment on until someone's there is that the blond human and the cowgirl died last night (they quit). Or whatever else you can think of to write about. :) ))

Nichole shivered with excitement, "its just like taking care of Nancy" she said and looked at the collars and necklaces, "how come the collars are different colors?" she asked her new master her eyes wide and her tail lashed back and forth across the floor making soft swooshing noises.

((Hm, though there was the Dryad and the Tainted Angel, and the regular Anegll and something else was left in there...))

((yeah, I think there were some slaves left. I'd have to check the first page to be sure of who, though.
@Dreizehn: did you find my post? for some reason by the time it was actually posted, there were like, 5 other posts after it somehow. odd))

Marrock let her tail go and leaned back into his chair. He said to her, "Turn and come here to sit." He touched one of his legs lightly. He wouldn't make her a play thing but he could still enjoy the warmth of her. He didn't really care that she was a hybrid either.

He asked her, "How did the fights usually go? What sort of damage did you do and did you ever win?" He was curious to know what kind of ability she had in this area. If she had some ability he may use her for some things that required a fighter.

Vaynel looked to the direction she had pointed so he would remember where the things were kept. "Thank you," he said to her in reply. He watched as she turned into a cat. She was pretty in that form.

He heard her in his mind and did not find it disturbing for many of his masters had talked to him in the same manner. He really did not want to talk about himself but said briefly, "I am not certain." It was true but he had always wondered if the vampires had gone wrong in their manipulation of him. Then again he could have been this way since birth. He did not know and had never been told.

((I'm the dryad, I know of the angel and tainted angel, don't know if they're on, who else is there?))

((I'm the half succubus/elf master. I can go to the viewing room if you like.))

((@mwah: I think I posted back, I believe it may be number 460, unless you made another one. o.o;;; Then I'm lost. Uh oh.
@samurai: I completely space that you were the dryad. Sorry!>.<; ))

Her wings relaxed as it seemed that he was finished with examining her. Turning and seeing that he indicated his leg she tilted her head to the side curious, she had never been that close to a master or mistress before. He was a sure one indeed.

She sat on the leg as instructed as comfortably as she could, holding most of her weight on herself by balancing it on her legs easily. Her tail gently swished slowly back and forth touching the ground as she looked to him.
"I killed a few when it was allowed." She smiled slightly relishing in the brief memory. "The others were critically wounded for the most part... A few proved to be a bit of a challenge though." She raised her hands to her face and looked at them curling her fingers to look at the nails before resting them again.

"One though... I had trouble with one. The Vampire mixed with some other blood was difficult. Stupid, but his body seemed like it was made from pure marble. I didn't understand it."

"im sorry for asking but, me being a shape shifter i was a little confused." she swum over towards him, "i didn't drain you to much last night ether, i'm glad."
tho she was scared of the beast he could become but she wasn't afraid of the person he was now. she wanted him to open up, even just alittle, people needs friends in this world right? be it good or bad.

Vincent smiled at her as she spook out of turn, but he didn't bother to do anything about it, he like that she was so lively and different to the others. "the colours are what type of person you, lets see" he bent down to look at them. "grey means your Wild or Violent, violet means your loving and red means your Energetic."
noticing the necklace with the veil of ink he smiled. "it seems you can draw, we'll have to see what you can do"

Nichole sighed and nod, "i understand now" she whispered, then she looked up again, "do you need me to do anything" her tail curled into the air as she waited for an answer.


(im being sent to bed because of school in the morning night everyone)

((Night kitty!))

((if you'd want to its fine, doesn't really matter, I'm having fun lurking anyways.... Has anyone mentioned you are all very interesting, and slightly crazy in.... brb gotta grab my dog, shes up ontop of the fridge again...))

(@Dreiz: oh! I see it. No, I was the lost one. :3
@Samurai: woah, you're dog is ON your fridge? sweet!))
Adia didn't believe what Aya said about her making slaves feel comfortable. She only remembered how her werewolf had to be drained of life, and how Nuvy had thrown herself at her cage, her pale arm extended and clawing viscously.
Those thoughts again stole her comfort. Once more she told herself Vaynel's attack on Nuvy that night was for the best. "He'll feed, and I'll be free of that brat," she thought, hoping against hope that she would actually feel better at this "solution."
Still, uncertainty nibbled at her stomach.
"I'm really not that good at social activities," she mumbled. "At parties and other events I was always the wallflower. If anyone bothered to speak to me, I'd stutter until they gave up," she laughed nervously.
"D-do you have a slave?" she asked. She had never seen one Aya with one that she knew to be owned or unpurchased yet.

((Yes... she's a sixty pound rednose pitt how she gets up on the fridge is beyond me. the cats have a hard time getting up there))