|\|чєs, mαstєr|\| Slave/Master Rp Open And Accepting

[Serenity.]

D E A T H
A R R I A N N A
S T Y L E S

"Sometimes, you just have to close your eyes,
and imagine yourself in a better world" -Death Arrianna Styles

I nodded softly, and walked passed the gates. I Once again started to fly and focused my gaze on Anael. "You paying mute also?" I whispered, amusment in my eyes as I swooped down to her level. "I'll switch to rebel if this doesn't work." I said, quiet enough for only her to hear. My gaze flickered to the demon, and I quickly shut my mouth, a death-glare that I didn't notice appeared in my icy blue eyes. I kept flapping my wings so I would continue to hover, I would not let anyone stop me from flying again. I swear to god it is the worst kind of suffering.

[kotalicious]

"I don't need help. I help others. That's why I'm so skinny. I give what little food I get to the others. It gives them hope, stops them from completely giving up." Nyx replied. She knew if he was just as cruel as her past masters then that would have been the wrong thing to say, but she didn't care now. She looked away from Lucifer. She pulled her hair into a messy bun, revealing the large scar on her right cheek.

[Twilightmyst]

Verin watched them for a few moments, obviously in deep thought, then sighed and rubbed his temple again. His informal speech habits slipped back into place once it was obvious no random bypasser would overhear them. "Um ... if you two need anything, just tell me. I'll be in my room." With that being said, the demon locked the gates and trudged towards the house, disappearing into the main room. He didn't bother telling them that they couldn't escape if they tried; instead, he pushed away all thoughts of his new slaves and retired to his room to cuddle with his Miu and Luka plushies.

[nyctomancy]

Tord Austin Brooke
{Archangel}
[wings]

My name is Tord Austin Brooke, and I am an archangel. Though I have the appearance of a 17 year old, I am far older, approaching my 156th birthday sometime next May. Like my species I am stubborn, yes. Quiet and reserved, I have a fierce temper, and am not afraid to use it at times.

I was sold into slavery seven years ago, and ha e been moved, auction from auction, since.

IL» The picture appears at random times.

[RoyalInTheDark]

{Evangeline}

Evangeline mutters something under her breath in her native angelic tongue; it was something along the lines of 'stay strong' and she'd heard it a million times from Naomi and Hestor. She sighed again and leans her head back against the wall to stare at the ceiling with those dead-inside eyes. She wanted to get out of this tiny space, to be able to let her wings out and fly around.

[Serenity.]

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Death flew around in circles not knowing what to do. She wanted to ask her new /master/ if he had any work for her to do, but she had to keep up the mute act. She landed finally and wrapped her wings around herself. She let the black material calm her and sooth her coldness. "What should I do?" She asked herself just wanting some work to do.


Cinder walked to the slave market, her eyes focussing on mainly fallen angels and angels. She froze at the sight of Evangeline and felt satisfaction fill her eyes. The witch walked towards her cage and motioned a guard foward. "Open the cage." She ordered, taking a step back. The guard unlocked the cage and forced the angel out.

[RoyalInTheDark]

{Evangeline}
The young angel mutely allows herself to be dragged up and out of her cage. She looks up at this new master with those broken gold and purple eyes. Evangeline didn't like witches much, but she wasn't going to say anything to get herself in trouble. The last thing she wanted was to be stuck back in that tiny cage where she couldn't let her wingsa out.

[Serenity.]

"Quick, follow me." The witch whispered, walking quickly out of the market. She unkocked Evangeline's wrists quickly and nodded. "Your name?" She asked tilting her head slightly.

[Twilightmyst]

Verin collapsed onto his bed, immediately taking refuge beneath the thin covers. He mumbled something unintelligible and groped around until he found Miu and Luka, clutching the plush fabric close to his chest. He was tired. Especially so after a long night of thrashing and restlessness; getting a slave hadn't been what he'd wanted, much less two, but he still couldn't imagine leaving either in that desolate place. The demon had a last thought of summoning the two to his chambers, even though he had just left them, but he slipped into a light doze before he could act upon it.

[RoyalInTheDark]

{Evangeline}

"Evangeline." The young angel says in a very quiet voice, rubbing her wrists slightly now that the chains had been removes. She wanted to let her wings out, but sage was still wary of this new master... Some people didn't like their angel slaves using their wings and she really didn't want any trouble.