ｅｎｓｌａｖｅｄ . || anime master/slave roleplay || accepting

[hakuna matata;;]

-- ~Zelo~ - accepted, thanks for joining. ^^
-- Ohkami - of course! ^^

➥ ａｌｅｘａｎｄｅｒ ➥ x ➥

Alexander continued to look at Amber, studying her. After a long pause, Alexander turned around, caught the attention of a merchant, and gestured to Amber. "I'll take her." Alex announced, much more formally then he had been, talking with Amber.

➦ ｆａｉｔｈ ➦ x ➦

Faith's face twisted into distrust for a moment, but she soon sat at the other end of the car near the opposite window, settling her gaze on the passing view. Of course, it was fascinating to Faith, to see the outside world. She hadn't seen it in forever. And it was difficult to hide her awe. But she managed, biting her tongue harshly to keep from talking. There was no way she was going to talk to this man.

[BloodyMistress]

~Amber~
Semi surprised but kind of happy that she would be out of this cage.

[OliviaMarrie]

~ Adaliea ~ Female ~ Seventeen ~ No Master ~ Pg. 13~

Adaliea sat in her cage watching people pass by. she felt awkward.. she wasnt sure what exactly was going on but she had a pretty good guess. she began to grow bored and decided to braid her long hair. she paused midway when a man stopped to stare at her. then resumed when he left.

~ Eric ~ Male ~ Eighteen ~ Master ~ Pg. 13~
Eric watched the different slaves react to others, non of them really seemed to catch his eye. "boring, boring, boring" he muttered under his breath "guess i wont be getting one this time either" he sighed and leaned against the wall.

(whos open ?)

[BloodyMistress]

Just putting it out there that Joshua is open again)

(He is and)

((Thanks!))

After a while, the beast within the cage stirred. She began to rise slightly, the dimly-lit image of a woman from the stomach up. Her torso was covered by a burlap shirt. Her head was a tangled mass of light blonde curls, which hasn't been combed or managed in years. There was much dirt there, too. She hasn't been bathed recently, as there's dirt on her skin, too. The color that could be seen in between patches of dirt was as pale and softly pinked like the sky when the sun rises at dawn. Then the heavier half of her body began to quake, as hard black hooves attempted to gain ground. Slowly she rose, the full image of a centaur apparent. Her shoulders slumped, her face couldn't be seen for her hair, and her four equine legs shook beneath her near-emaciated body. Slivers of muscle rippled her hide, a fading testament of what she once was. She kneeled by the food, and lapped it up with her tongue. The strange gruel stuck to her hair, but she got that out too. Once finished, she let the tray clatter to the ground intending to walk away. Beneath the veil of hair, there seemed to be a glimmer, and suddenly her back right hoof stomped downwards, giving the plate a nice, satisfying crunch and it bent in around the shape of her hoof. She made a sound, low and faint, like a neighing growl. She walked the very few steps it took to reach the corner of her cage and let her body slump down into it, again curling into the small ball that disguised her true form. If someone walking by saw her, they couldn't be very sure what she was or what she really looked like, much less that there was someone in there. And for that, you'd have to really be paying attention.

((My character is open too ^.^ ))

from https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/BB-Mesh-Centaur-Body-Attachment-WHITE/2809995?id=2809995&slug=BB-Mesh-Centaur-Body-Attachment-WHITE

(She is)

[200rock]

Just putting it out there that Joshua is open again)

(He is and)

((Thanks!))

After a while, the beast within the cage stirred. She began to rise slightly, the dimly-lit image of a woman from the stomach up. Her torso was covered by a burlap shirt. Her head was a tangled mass of light blonde curls, which hasn't been combed or managed in years. There was much dirt there, too. She hasn't been bathed recently, as there's dirt on her skin, too. The color that could be seen in between patches of dirt was as pale and softly pinked like the sky when the sun rises at dawn. Then the heavier half of her body began to quake, as hard black hooves attempted to gain ground. Slowly she rose, the full image of a centaur apparent. Her shoulders slumped, her face couldn't be seen for her hair, and her four equine legs shook beneath her near-emaciated body. Slivers of muscle rippled her hide, a fading testament of what she once was. She kneeled by the food, and lapped it up with her tongue. The strange gruel stuck to her hair, but she got that out too. Once finished, she let the tray clatter to the ground intending to walk away. Beneath the veil of hair, there seemed to be a glimmer, and suddenly her back right hoof stomped downwards, giving the plate a nice, satisfying crunch and it bent in around the shape of her hoof. She made a sound, low and faint, like a neighing growl. She walked the very few steps it took to reach the corner of her cage and let her body slump down into it, again curling into the small ball that disguised her true form. If someone walking by saw her, they couldn't be very sure what she was or what she really looked like, much less that there was someone in there. And for that, you'd have to really be paying attention.

((My character is open too ^.^ ))

from https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/BB-Mesh-Centaur-Body-Attachment-WHITE/2809995?id=2809995&slug=BB-Mesh-Centaur-Body-Attachment-WHITE

(She is)

Joshua is open )

[fiver]

Eric smiled. Giving him a pair of glasses. "Oh come on.I'm not that bad." He said starting his black camaro. As he pulled out of the parking lot he glanced back at Hikame. "So what are you good at?" He asked he had read the clipboard but sometimes they didn't hold all the information he needed

hikame::
He moves his gaze down to the sunglasses, humming quietly and reluctantly taking them, though he doesn't bother to put them on. This was all still new, and frustrating...very frustrating. It was better than that horrible cage, ugh that was just inhumane! He raises an eyebrow at the words, turning his gaze to Eric, "I don't know if I'm an expert at being kicked around. I'm good at talking, though."

Eric gave Hikame a small glance then back at the road as they drove. "Your good at talking, that can be a good thing and a bad thing." He smiled and laughed. Having a slave for his third time none of this was new to him, he had eventually let the, get their freedom after they proved their worth. He smiled his shades tinting the suns bright deminor

[Ohkami]

Victor Conan Scudder

Name: Victor

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Master/Slave: Slave

Traits: Shy, and submissive. Not a very strong personality, even if he wishes and sometimes day dreams about it. He is sometimes considered more feminine, which gets on his nerves, even though he doesn't show it. Not strong willed, but good at what he does, due to his need of perfection. Not good in large crowds or too much going on, due to social anxiety. He
also does not like being touched, and so often forgets to breath when this is happening to him.

History: Victor was sold into the slave trade when he was only five by his parents. He was the youngest, and so, to his family, he was the least valuable thing they had to offer up and get the most from. He was used as a slave and never really belonged to anyone, but was just there. Due to this, he was often hurt by the others of the house, both by the other slaves who used the younger boy to take out their frustrations, or by masters who had their own slaves, and were unable to hurt them due to the connection they got. Recently, he has be brought out, and is to find a master of his own, in order to get the burden of him off of others. He has a fear of people, crowds, and being alone even though he hates to be touched. He tries to act normal, as to keep from being locked away, but he's not. We could either be broken or turned around by his master, but no matter what, he will do as he is told.

Other: Asexual, though borderline bi, in a way. He tries to keep away from this, and instead has no desire for anything of this as of now.

[samm.]

|| Miyako || Female || Sixteen || Slave to Luka MoonBlood ||

This man sure was odd, bowing to her and offering such a pretty red rose, which she took with a small smile, nodding her head in thanks while her cheeks lit up in a light blush. Bringing it to her nose, she took a small sniff and her smile grew, roses were her second favorite flower, her first being white lilies. She nodded, so far, this was much better than that cold, tiny cage. Her human ears couldn't pick up what he whispered to the man, but she caught him looking at Willow, so she wondered if it had anything to do with her. She hoped she hadn't got herself or her friend in trouble in any way, but the way he smiled at her after taking a hold of her hand, she had a feeling it was nothing bad.

|| Ethan || Male || Seventeen || Master of Faith ||

Even though he was so used to the outside world, he still enjoyed watching outside of the car window. He kept sneaking glances over at Faith, trying to figure out what she was thinking, but it appeared she did her best to hide any emotion she was feeling. He did note however that every time he glanced over at her, she was watching out the window, probably happy to see the outside world again.

[kortico]

Eric gave Hikame a small glance then back at the road as they drove. "Your good at talking, that can be a good thing and a bad thing." He smiled and laughed. Having a slave for his third time none of this was new to him, he had eventually let the, get their freedom after they proved their worth. He smiled his shades tinting the suns bright deminor

hikame::

"Well, the day it becomes a bad thing will be the day I learn to shut up. Until then, I will happily talk as much as possible," he gives a little nod, his immature pout gone by now. He watches everything outside, not sure if he was truly interested or just trying to pass time before he started to serve this man. He stays silent for a while, bringing his gaze back as secretively as possible to glance over the other, sizing him up most likely.

[chamomile.]

Arodite sat in her cell, yawning. She smiled. This was the 15th master that had sent her back. "Who will be next?" She murmured. The scarf around her eyes iched, but she didn't want anyone to see her scarred eyes. A little kitten was tucked in her jacket, purring slightly. (Anyone want to rp with her?)