Dark Legacy of London| Murder/Romance/Creature| Semi- Lit

[Paper-Hearts<3]

(That's fine XD)


Zander regarded him, his gaze flickering over the man. It was as if he was doing his own shopping, though it was for a master. This thought amused him but he stayed silent as he watched the woman walk away. "No, and no. If I'm going to have a master... or mistress, I'd like them to at least be able to stand up to me. For... Their own safety." the corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk, but otherwise he remained still until shifting his weight onto the other foot. His black wings beat lightly against the bars as he waited for the man to either respond or leave. He wasn't sure about this one, but he was actually able to talk to him, which was good.

~*~

Iris finally stretched out onto her belly, setting her chin on her crossed arms. She kicked her legs in a bored manner against the bars, scrapping the bottom of her feet across them and making an odd, echoing sound.
In the time she'd been there, few people had actually stopped to look at her, going onto what she assumed were bigger, stronger, or perhaps prettier slaves. That would have been fine with her, if it weren't for the whole 'escape' problem. People were constantly in the slave market, so she didn't dare try to do so herself. She examined her nails, which were sharp from scraping against the floor when she was bored.

~*~

Acacia made her way home, ducking into the rather small door. She stretched once she had gotten inside, going straight to her kitchen and shuffling through a practically empty cabinet. Grabbing a small thing of salt, a bottle of olive oil, and some strange herbs her mother had given her before she left, she went about the house, placing certain amounts in different ways along doors, windows, and sometimes random places such as along the edge of mirrors. Apparently it helped keep spirits and other things out. Whenever she did this, she only put a small amount in any place because her resources were limited.

[just'marley]

Ħαʏℓɛɛ βℓαʓɛ Ħɛϰσи

Blaze ‡ 12 ‡ One of the 7

I̡̡͚̯͇͓̞̘̰̤͍͉̞̜͘͠t͝͏̴̢̛̤̻̣̪̭̻̼­̻̯̟̲͎̳͚ͅ'̷̢̺̦̦̤̫͘͡s̵̨͇͎͓͖͎ ͢҉̺̠̦̳̞̰̫̝͙̺̲̗̝̠̥̥͇a̹͇̥̬̘̲̮͢ͅͅ­̭̣ ͝͝͏͓̳̣͇͚͙̺͚̱̤͔̪̝̫͚̖͙͙́s̶͇̳̀̕͞͞­̟̩̰̱ṃ̷̷̫͓́a̷͕̳̹̰̳̠͍̮̯l̷̙̜͖̞̕͠­ĺ̶̠͉̗̺͎͙͙̯̕͞,̵͉̳͈̱̮̤͕̖̥̥͚̦͡ ͖̯̘̞̮͍̝̭͓͙̖̹̲̝͚͘ͅş̢̖̠͚̣͕̹̻͢͢͠­̩͕͙͚m̷̲̗̩͕̼̲̖̘͖͟͜a͜͏̸̲̮̩̜̠̮̖̹́­̲̹̞̭͚̱̘̩l̛̩̟̰̠͓͔̖̠̯̤̀͢͞ͅͅl̷̬͓͠­͔̘̩̳̣̳̹͕̹͓͓̥ ̴̴͖̲̞̘͙̞̜̞̯̗̭̲͚̮̜̻͟͜͝w̡̺̱͕̕͡͝ͅ­̠̖͎̙̝̖͇o̸̢̫̬̖͕̹̺͇̭̲͔̺̳r̢̡̜͓̻̀͠­̝̲̮̩̮͓̟ĺ̵̙̤̤͕̰ḓ̣̖̪͕͎͇͙̮͙́́͜͜­̙̞͖̖͙̜

Its a small world after all
Its a small world after all
Its a small world after all
Its a world of laughter
Or a world of fear

Its a small world after all
Its a small world after all
Its a small world after all
Its a small world after all
Its a small small world

‡ Blaze ‡

Blaze looked in the mirror as she pulled her long, stringy hair into a pony tail. Anubis scratching at her desk, making a sound similar to nails on chalkboard. The young girl got shivers and turned to look at the stubborn bird, "I dont have any mice. If you want live-food, you'll have to go out there!" She said pointing outside, into the daylight. Her owl made a disgusted face and squinted its eyes. Blaze chuckled, "You ate during you'r fly, Anubis. You can wait." She said as she left her room and trotted down stairs.