Scarlett looked up at the male who mentioned buying her. Her emerald eyes then quickly looked to his feet. You do NOT look at a master without being told to look at them. Though she had caught that the male had similar wings to her. When a woman went to buy Raven, Scarlett gave one last glance to the male. Mouthing the word; Bye. The dark haired beauties eyes grew sadder and she gently wrapped her wings around her for warmth. Her dark hair fell into her eyes, but she didn't dare move her hand to move her hair back. She even slowed her breathing, deathly afraid of being bought.

The man Kyle was talking to tried to divert his attention to another slave, but Kyle wouldn't have it."I want the girl.the tag says her name is scarlet, right? How much? Money is no object." He said, fed up with this disgusting slaver.the man stuttered out a price and Kyle paid it easily.the man looked delighted, as if he never expected to get ghat much, and gave Kyle the key.Kyle opened the cage and clipped a chain to the girls wrist."my name is Kyle, and I have just bought you.may I inquire as to your given name?" He asked.his grandmother had told him that some slaves had their names taken away or changed, and he wanted to know what her real one was.

Scarlett sighed when she was sold. She crawled out of her cage and stood up, making her wings fold back into her tattoo on her bare back since she was in only a black lace bra and matching underwear. She shivered. "I'm Scarlett Andrews.." She stated, biting her bottom lip. She looked over her new master and then glanced back down to his feet. "Happy to be of service to you, Master." She lied. She glanced back to her fellow slaves, keeping herself from frowning.

((Hi, I'm Menewsha, and I think it's the coolest thing ever to delete long posts that you've already written. >: O))

A quiet personality certainly fit Luka's agenda, and it would be convenient if the girl really was as strong as the slaver said. They were notorious for lying, and for exaggeration, but then again, it would be unwise not to heed even a possibly false statement such as that. Still, Luka felt that he could control the slave, should she try to rebel- he had quite a few tricks up his sleeve, besides the typical 'sending out the dogs'. However, the price the dealer had mentioned was simply not understandable- it wasn't even in the usual currency of gold coins. If it, translated, were to be as high as it sounded now, it would certainly have to be knocked down a notch . Luka was about to voice his opinion on that matter, and found herself listening to another voice instead.

It was indeed a softer tone, without menace or a contradicting air. Luka found himself concentrated upon the hollow of her throat as she spoke, and thought to himself that he must be interested in the working of her vocal chords. It was only reasonable to want to see what made them produce something sweeter than the screaming and screeching surrounding him. Still, he did not miss the slight edge in her eye that spoke of bitterness, and neither did the slaver. He seemed to have trouble holding in the impulse to kick and curse at the girl, knowing it would lower her sell-value enormously. Not to mention, he couldn't exactly do so in present company, knowing that it was indeed his fault.

"The fox does have a cost in that it must be properly fed and maintained," Luka interjected, his voice simultaneously quiet and harsh. "What does the amount come to in gold pieces? Not that it doesn't sound ridiculous enough as is." He cared little for the formalities of this place. If she were the one, then the one she would be.

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The duo half-nodded simultaneously in response to the mock-question, that aggravating smirk still taught on the youth's face. It loosened considerably, however, when his face began to droop with new wrinkles. His eyebrows jumped up in shock, comedic against the quickly-receding hairline of his whitened hair. Freesia would have laughed if she were not so terrified. Was this the consequence for displeasing this master, even in the slightest? Would he turn her to some wretched ugly thing, kill her with aging? Was he the bringer of death? Something bristled inside her, showing its teeth and readying its claws. If he would do such a horrible thing... Well, she would fight tooth and nail for its reversal or her freedom.

However, the fight seemed to have left the curse victim. He swore horribly and stomped, halting movement suddenly when he felt the effects of age upon over-extended muscles. "Turn me back! We'll leave man, but damn, just turn me back!" Even his voice had aged, his words garbled under slackened skin and weakened dental. It almost sounded as if he were trying to speak through a mouthful of greasy meat, with oily lips slopping together and teeth making sounds that gums should instead. Freesia couldn't help a smile for that ridiculousness, even through her rising adrenaline. The slaver stood nervously by, having not received an answer to his price.. and worried for receiving blame for the incident.

(Hate it when that happens, evil Mene. ><)

In the usual respect, that the years of slavery had endowed him with, Raven quietly bowed his head as the male left and began to make his way towards another. "Then until we meet again good Sir" he quietly added before his golden gaze came to fall upon the woman that now stood before his cage, or at least at her feet. Like the male before her the raven halfling demon didn't dare to meet her eyes, however the once potential buyer male had wished him luck in dealing with the woman, which made him believe that this potential buyer may bode well.

"I go by the name of Raven Nightray, Madam" he calmly stated, ensuring that he provided the usual honorifics so as to avoid angering the slave holder that still remained by. Out of the top range of his vision he could vaguely see something being mouthed by the caged female across from him. Although he couldn't exactly make out the word or words due to his current view, he figured it had to be perhaps some form of a goodbye. "I perhaps bid you farewell Mademoiselle Scarlett" he mouthed, careful to conceal his lips movements from the female buyer before him and not to utter sound, lest he suffer the consequences.

He soon found his goodbye appropriate as another male's voice suddenly rang out. From the limited vision his bowed head allowed and from both the sounds of a price being uttered by another slaver and the protesting squeak of a metal caged door, the black winged female had been bought. In his mind he both felt sorry for and somewhat happy for the female. Although her wish of not being bought had not come true, she would soon be freed from at least the dank dungeon sale floor, he only hoped that her experience with her new master would be as rewarding as he had with his previous two.

With a quieted sigh his attention switched back towards the potential buyer that was still in front of his cage. He was forbidden from asking the name of any potential buyer, especially if that one ended up being his master or mistress in the end. From the sounds of it though the chances of the female buying him seemed rather high, though he wasn't entirely sure if that was a good or bad thing. He had never really had a female master before, but he heard a few stories from various slaves he had met during his rather short times in slave markets. Women were generally portrayed a bit crueler then males when it came to being masters, though whether that was really true or not he never really knew, and had tendencies of using them for various different jobs despite laws. Judging from the numbers of slaves slowly increasing seemed to somewhat support this idea, but that too he wasn't entirely sure was truth or not. What he was certain of though is that the chances of him finding out were steadily increasing.

Rosemary blinked.she hadn't expected to be addressed directly by the potential buyer."Todd will be my own personal responsibility.I have raised him so far, and he's no trouble." She promised, and said no more.the slaver cleared his throat."I apologize, I have only recently learned the currency here.the price, in gold pieces, would translate to 200 gold." He corrected, managing to control his temper enough that he didn't whip the slave.((I didn't know the currency.sorry!))
Kyle looked down at scarlet, and tested the name in his mind.it was a good name, he thought.it suited her well."it is a pleasure, scarlet.is that spelled with one t or two?" He asked, curious, as he shrugged off his jacket and placed it around her shoulders."no use having you sick.besides, I don't want anyone down here staring at you." He said by way of explanation. Despite his general attitude, he was still a gentleman."you're allowed to look at me, by the way.Ive never had a slave before, so I haven't really set any rules yet, but I figure we'll just learn as we go, eh?"

"Two t's." She said, looking up at him with her dark emerald eyes. She took the jacket with a look of appreciation. "Thank you, Sir." She said, then looked to what he put on her wrist. "Would you like to go now? Around this time a whole herd of masters come in and its very difficult to get out of here.." She said, her eyes on Raven as he mouthed to her goodbye as well. She gave him a small smile, waiting to catch eye contact with him. 'I'll see you again.'
She mouthed, nodding.

Troy put the man back to his age before, and graciously gave the elder a few years off of his old age. "Use them well." He said, then looked to the slave handler. "Money isn't an option. I'll pay that amount." He said, staring at the slave handler. "Please unlock her and i'll be on my way." He said, his dark eyes looking to the male.

Cinder was being transferred to a new cell from a town a couple days away from here. Cinder stood up in his cage being pulled by two horses and rather big fellow who Cinder got the felling didn't like him. Cinder saw the town centre it was right befor he got to the save shop. Cinder started to tap the shoulder of the driver and point at the middle of the city centre and in a deep Irish accent "oh can we go there first Jordan can we please iv always wanted to see rich people stair at me funny HA HA". Cinder new that the drivers name was not Jordan but he just called im that to get on his nerves. The cart stopped and then the driver got off and walked to the cage door and then opened it with the keys that he had on him. Cinder hoped out of his cage with chains on his hands and feet "Is this the inn Jordan oh its such a nice looking place how about for payment I sing you a song". Cinder looked into the drivers eyes and saw that he was getting on his nerves. The Driver opened the door to a bunch of cells with slaves in them Cinder was then given to a slaver Cinder then looked up at the slaver "oh are you my new friend how much fun we are going to have Steve" Cinder then tilted his head "I can call you Steve right oh well but I have so many stores of slave life your going to love them". The guard snapped and yelled Shut up at the top of his lungs as he swung a fist at Cinder but Cinder ducked right before he was hit "oh someone had a few to many drinks last night". Cinder then looked at a male slave with black wings and pretended to whisper "don't worry Steve here is just a big softy he even has a teddy that his puppy gave him but don't tell him that I told you". Cinder walked into his cell and watched his door slam shut and the Slaver stomp off Cinder then looked at the Black winged man in a cage a bit down from him "where are my manners My name is Cinder the juggler well thatswhat everyone calls me anyway's Cinder sat back down and started to stare at the floor.

(I hope this is ok)

(It is so long as the first black winged male slave that you had whisper to your character is just an NPC slave and not Raven. :XD)

(yes don't worry)

((we're uneven again))
Finx smiled she liked this ones behaver and knew her maids would enjoy him just as much as she would. "Well Sir Raven what is the price for a noble knight?" she asked jokingly with a glance at the store owner "i will pay almost anything." she dug her purse out and waited for the answer still check him for anything that could be wrong with him.

(Lol masters can have more then one slave, so in a sense it's better that if we're uneven for the slaves to outnumber masters.)

Raven's downcast gaze made a temporary sweep to the side as he heard the voice of a new slave's arrival. An eyebrow rose a bit as the presumably male new slave quickly introduced himself as both Cinder and a juggler. 'A juggler...that title probably won't hold here' he thought quietly to himself. In a slave market the only title slaves got were just that, slave. A part of him thought about warning the other male of speaking out, at least with buyers and slavers nearby, but then again with a potential buyer before him doing such would be just as 'offensive'.

His attention was drawn again suddenly by the female in front of his cage speaking. Her words were a bit strange to him, after all a description of such a rank as a knight for a slave wasn't entirely appropriate conduct. Of course then if she was the one who was 'destined' to buy him then he would not question it. Judging from the bit of silence from the slaver though the man too was a bit shocked by the woman's words.

The slaver was indeed shocked by the woman's words. To call a slave a knight or even put a form of honorific before his name such as Sir was rather close to blasphemy. Was it really wise for him to give a price for the slave, especially if there was a possible chance of law breaking occurring? 'Wait what am I thinking? What do I care? This will either mean that she'll be paying for a slave that may end up either back here or dead. Either way it'll be a profit. If she does break the law with him I'll still have the money and what's more I may end up with two more to sell by the end of it...' the slaver thought with a smug grin.

"I'll take no less then 300 gold coins for him. He's excellent condition and can do quite a bit of work including domestic and hard labor..." the male started as the same smug grin stayed plastered to his face. The price was higher then what he said to the male before her, but then he expected quite a bit of haggling to ensue. With this potential buyer he couldn't quite tell if the same scenario was appropriate. Besides even if there was haggling there was a chance he could easily get more for him from the woman then from the male.

((It's totally cool, haha, I just noticed it was out of line with the previous posts.))

A flash of annoyance ran across Luka's face, fading quickly back into apathy and mere academic interest. "If I am to purchase you, therefore including the fox, I would not allow you to give your own rations to it. It would be properly maintained. That being said, it's more of a bother than anything, but it has been expressed that it comes with you." Luka had no interest in separating the two, only in making it clear to the slaver he did not see the fox as added incentive to buy. Todd, eh?

He drew what he knew to be one-hundred sixty gold coins from his purse, having had his gold organized into bags of fifties and tens for convenience previously. "This is one-hundred sixty. You may count, though it should be clear." Luka mentally added that he would catch the slaver, if he were to try and steal some and claim there was missing money. "It's still an extraordinarily high price for such a slave, but that's what I'm willing to pay." Luka's aura became even colder, the harsh edges of figure obvious in the dark. He would tolerate nothing less.

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All traces of amusement gone from her face, Freesia set her teeth as the sweet noise of jangling keys came closer and closer. How satisfying would it be, to reach out and yank the slaver in, using his weight against him to crush his skull into the metal bars he imprisoned her with? To grind his filthy face in? The image left as soon as it passed, leaving Freesia breathless and perplexed. She'd never known herself to have that sort of violent thought... The instinct for survival had surely kicked in, launching her instincts into top gear. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Not only was she not strong enough to truly act out such a feat... but it should be above her.

Freesia stepped out carefully, spreading her toes out on the questionable flooring. More than ever, she became aware of how very naked she was, in just that light pink lingerie. It was frighteningly obvious now that she could stand properly, the dankness of the dungeon hitting her without the protection of the cage bars. She felt vulnerable. Vulnerable, and so vulnerable, seeing the still-older man from before. Her wings shifted unconsciously in her unease, her skin shimmering from the pixy dust built up over the stay. Still, Freesia looked directly at her master, still questioning. What were his motives?

Rosemary stood and looked between the two males,waiting for someone to speak.was it just her or did the air get somewhat colder down here? eventually,the slaver nodded."done.you can have her." he said,ant handed the key to her new master.she sighed.she had thought she would go through a few potentials before being bought,but she supposed it was easier this way.Todd shivered in her arms and she held him close,trying to keep him warm.
Kyle nodded absently."of course.we'll go now." he said,and started leading Scarlett out of the dungeons.it was a huge relief to be out of that place.he had been starting to feel claustrophobic.he figured it must be genetic.his parents had always hated underground places,too.something about the wings,he guessed.or a history of slavery.whichever.soon they were above ground and he sighed,glad to be breathing the fresh air again."my home is nearby,so we'll be walking." he said.

Scarletts eyes lit up at the world around her once they got above ground. Her lungs instantly pulled in a breath of the amaingly fresh air, happy that it didn't smell damp. "Walking's fine with me. I haven't used my limbs in awhile.." She said, biting her bottom lip.

Troy took the chain that was attached to the girls wrist and pulled her along. "Thank you." He said, handing the money to the slave handler. He took his coat off and put it over the girl. "I'd rather not flaunt you about town. They'll probably think I wanted you as a sex slave. But that disgusts me.." Troy muttered, leading her up the steps and outside.

Kyle glanced at Scarlett, his gaze slightly worried.he didn't want her getting too tired or cramping up."alright.just let me know if you get tired.can your wings carry you? I mean, do they fly?" He asked.when he got tired, his se one choice was always flight.if he flew, he wanted her to be able to keep up.if she couldn't, he wouldn't fly.

"Done." Finx said handing him the money with a soft smile. "He is in good condition and I don't wish to stay in this place any longer then I have to." she sniffed and made a pointed face. "Now unlock him so I may go on my way with raven." she order she new all to well that she could have payed less but she disliked this place it smelled strange and the owner was not a person she liked to hang around with unless she could hit them.

Luka unlocked the cage without so much as a glance at the key, using the simple weight of the object to judge which way it would fit in. He set the door open, raising a single dark eyebrow at the slaver before tossing the money to him. "I trust that it will be worth the price," Luka said, the last of the lingering cold aura convalescing in those parting words. "Come with me." He would allow her to walk on her own. Should she try to run... well, he was ready. Luka began to lead the way out, the slow stride quickened by his long legs. "You are to be a house slave. If you have any questions, you could ask them now." There's no guarantee I'll answer, however.

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As she drew her wings completely into their skin-sheaths, Freesia hesitantly pulled herself into the over-large coat. It sat oddly over her tiny frame, her exposed clavicle the last hint of the near-nakedness underneath. For a moment she wondered if it smelt good, of maybe some wood-ash cologne or new dye. She threw the thought away, unaware of the pink that had passed over her cheekbones. "What... am I for, sir?" The thought had occurred to her that she might be bought for the purpose he just disclaimed. Freesia knew it was sometimes considered disrespectful to address a master, but she was overwhelmed with questions. Something had to give- and in this case, she'd settle for the question that seemed the most provoked and appropriate.

Cinder watched as another couple of slaves were bought he smirked at the thought that this place would be like the last he would not be bought or if he was he would end up back here in a couple of days not allot of people can stand him. Cinder snapped his fingers lighting a ball of fire in his hand he then split it in two then started to juggle them throwing them up the catching them in the other hand when they came down, he turned the two into six and after that he still had no trouble with them. Cinder split them up and juggled three in each hand "hmm looks like im going to be getting allot of practice in here" Cinder's bored face then grew a smile as he looked at the guards "but at least ill always have friends" a guard out side of his cell gave him a evil look then turned his head "oh well". Cinder made the three in his right hand vanish as he fell to his side.

Both Raven and the slaver were again surprised by the female's reaction. Although surprised the slaver was pleased that he managed to make quite a good amount off of the single male. The greedy male made a quick count of the money handed to him, and once satisfied that the number was indeed the one he proposed he moved to unlock the cage. "Would you like the chain and collar off of him as well, or do you have ones of your own?" the slaver inquired as he unlocked and opened the door of the cage, though waited for an answer before unhooking the chain that was connected to his collar from the cage.

Raven could hear the squeaking groan of the cage door being opened, however his attention was caught by a sudden show of 'shininess', a trait that came with most bird demons both full and half alike, out of the corner of one eye. His golden gaze turned and watched the 'shiny' move up and down, being tossed by a practiced hand. It took a few moments before he realized what he was watching was fire. Again an urge to speak out and warn the male that such actions could warrant discipline, but it was again not his place nor time to speak. None of the buyers that had entered so far had seemed to make a move towards the new male, but rather wished to simply hurry out as quickly as they could, including the woman that was currently buying him.

Rosemary snorted in contempt at her new masters attitude and followed.she had no intention of running, though she did have questions."well first off, I would like to know what my duties will be.second, it would be nice to know if there are any other slaves or residents of your home that will object to my presence.and my final.and most important question is, who are you? Not just your name, but you as a person.I'll answer the same question if you want.I think its important for a master to know his slave, so they can understand eachother and not fight too much." She listed, showing surprising depth and intelligence.in her arms, Todd had woken fully and was staring out at the world with unsettlingly clear and intense green eyes.

Scarlett nodded slowly. She removed his jacket and within seconds her tattooed wings turned into her raven wings. She glanced over at the male, flapping them gently in the wind. "Yes, I can fly." She said, her eyes falling back down to the cobblestone street. Her limbs felt weak from a week of being cramped up in a cage. She decided to speak up. "Since your not used to being a master, I might as well tell you that caring about my well being isn't something masters do." She said, her emerald eyes glancing over at him.

Troy glared. "Speak when told too, Slave." He said, leading her along down a small street. At the end was his rather large Victorian home. "You'll be used for cooking, cleaning, and taking care of the house and the grounds around it." He said, pointing to his home just down the street. "That's where you'll be staying. My home's around three hundred years old. Now, all the furniture has been replaced, but it could still use cleaning." He said, smirking.

((This is his house: http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumb...gthumbnail.jpg ))

Finx dung threw her purse and pulled out a black and red collor with a gold chain attached to it. She gave the slave dealer a guarded look on put the collor around raven. "Come now raven let us go home and let the maids clean you up and dress you in my house colors. She stepped out of the building on went straight to her car sliding into the back pulling raven after her "lets go home." she said to the driver who nodded and started the car. "tell me raven what can you do?"

(Just to let you know finx cars don't exist anymore. :sweat: *Pokes the setting on the front page* That'll give you a bit more of a general idea of what sort of era and transportation that's available.)

The slaver calmly unhitched the chain that still connected the raven halfling to his cage and removed the collar that had previously been on him, and it seemed just in time. Before Raven had a chance to enjoy the freedom feeling of his neck another collar was slapped on him. He at first carefully began climbing out of the cage, mainly for the sake of his wings, though soon found himself hurried as the chain was pulled as his new Mistress began walking. He quickly decided to simply retract his wings, mainly for their safety, choosing that if he found he needed them again he could simply summon them once more.

He managed to give one last look back at the slave pens and cages, wishing for them to soon be freed of the metal prison by some preferably kind soul. Of course guessing from the potential group that had already entered a kind soul wasn't exactly a promising guarantee. His thoughts were temporarily driven away as the blinding light of sunlight reached his eyes, forcing him to shield them. He didn't have the moment he felt he needed to fully adjust before he felt the tug of his chain again and had to quickly follow after. He had barely noticed that the both had reached their transportation. He waited patiently for his Mistress to enter first before following after.

Once he entered he did a quick glance around, just to get a vague idea of what or where they were at the moment, before his gaze came to rest straight ahead and away from his Mistress's eyes. He did a slight inclination of his head in her direction as she asked what it was that he could do, as a sign he was listening however still following the conduct that a slave should never look their owner in the eyes. "I am able to do whatever is desired, be that household work or manual labor. In recent years I've been somewhat positioned as a type of body guard for my skills in gunmanship. I've also been known to be quite skilled in the work of seals" he quietly responded, being sure to cover most of the bases of what he could do, or ones he had done in the past.

Kyle shrugged."well, its something I do.masters don't all have to be jerks...unless you would prefer an ass as a master?" He raised an eyebrow at her."surely you don't expect that every master fits into a stereotype,just like not every slave fits into one." He added.he had always hated stereotypes, since he didn't really fit into any of them and people thought he did.