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Post by seabiscuit on May 15, 2009 22:55:11 GMT -5
(OOC: I want a male master for her, I just can't rp with girls. And I'd like someone who's going to abuse her.)
Kalysta stood quietly at the podium, though not by choice. There was a scarf synched between her jaws. Her hands and feet were both shackled and there was a heavy iron leash connected to her collar. A tall, lanky man held the end and he was addressing the crowd.
"Look at her, ladies and gentlemen! She's beautiful! Think what a pet she'd make, or a bedmate! She puts up a good fight and she's got a wild streak, but that just makes her entertaining! She's 19, young and full of life, just the perfect thing to drag into the bedroom!"
If looks could kill, Kalysta would have flayed him alive. He'd already forced her into a black leather skirt and a cropped halter top. Her stilleto boots were the only thing of her own.
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2009 19:24:59 GMT -5
He entered his place once again, only to check any weak spots. He was wearing his shoulder armor made of very think metal, a light weight for him, on his left shoulder, and a shiny metal mask covering his entire face. Leaving only his dark brown eyes to be seen. Wearing silk red pants, holding a shiny metal whip. The vampires knew who he was, and fear his presence as he entered the club. A small sense of pride sparked in his body. He hear the words of an annoying sellmen.
"Look at her, ladies and gentlemen! She's beautiful! Think what a pet she'd make, or a bedmate! She puts up a good fight and she's got a wild streak, but that just makes her entertaining! She's 19, young and full of life, just the perfect thing to drag into the bedroom!" The man shouted loudly in the club. He looks around, seeing people laugh at the poor girl. He was but he wasn't going to be unfocused on his work. He check the areas. Found all the spots to attack and quickly crack his whip at the hand of the slaver. Then again cracked his whip to wrap around the body of the girl and pulled her over, a free slave is a good slave.
Thought he was gentle to his slaves, he couldn't do so here. Everyone knew him, he couldn't let anyone know he had his soft spot for slaves. Giving her a hard slap on her face. "Your mine now! You got that?!" In his mind he was asking for an apologize. "Dirty whore!" He hits her to the ground and wrapped his whip around her neck dragging her out of the clubs. Growling at everyone who had dared stare at him. "Come on now!"
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2009 19:50:42 GMT -5
Krystin walked in as Hiro went into there to free a slave. She looked around wearily and hugged onto Hiro's arm, the one without the whip. She had always hated the whip, but she hated Cyanide more. The slave auctions were horrible, at least she hadn't been stuck at one. She could always act like Hiro was her master, and get away with being free. The only thing was, was that she didn't have a slavery tattoo, she had the collar, but wouldn't wear it until she had a master.
She watched as Hiro was mean to the girl. She hid her eyes into his shoulder, he had to keep an image, and she knew that. But it wasn't like she had to like it. She would at least be nice later to her. Otherwise Krystin would be.
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Post by seabiscuit on May 17, 2009 19:58:08 GMT -5
Kalysta stood silently, waiting for the bids to take place. She just wanted to rip his throat out, she was furious. She wanted the hell out of here, no way she was suddenly going to roll over and become a slave for anyone.
Suddenly a man appeared and a whip shot out at the man holding her chain, he was knocked away. She turned, ready to fight but before she could move, a whip wrapped around her waist and she was pulled against his side. She screamed against her gag and glared at him as he slapped her. She shook her head defiantly, shrieking around the cloth. He knocked her to the ground and the whip wrapped around her throat, cutting off her air as he dragged her away.
What now?
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2009 20:15:22 GMT -5
He holds his beloved angel closely. Knowing she understood why he was doing this. He moved and slapped her ass playfully to go out side to the motorcycle. Realasing the whips grip on the girls throat, knowing the slaver was going to come for them. He turned to see he was right, about three vamps and the slaver came with a gunm boy sometimes he hated being right. He cracks his whip against the floor, but remained silent as he usually was anyway.
He charged with his metal shoulder pointing out. Cracking his whip to wrap around a neck of a vampire. Pressing a button for spikes to poke outward and quickly kill the man. The slaver shoots bullet only to be deflected by the mask and shoulder armor. He raises a finger and waves it slowly , side to side. Then striking with his claws and ripping the heart out of the slaver. The reested hissed and squealed and retreat deeper into the club. "What a waste of time."
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2009 14:30:40 GMT -5
Krystin smiled at Hiro as he slapped her ass. He was trying to lighten the mood, but for the time being it probably wouldn't work. She had to see the slave ring, and she didn't like it. But she also didn't have to get sold, or anything of the sort. She still didn't have a master, and was free. But she had Hiro.
Krystin looked towards the slave. She didn't look too good, but what could you expect after being in there. Krystin knew that the slavers would come after them, and stood more towards the slave instead of Hiro. She knew that they'd go after him first, then she was screwed. But she knew that Hiro could handle it.
Krystin shut her eyes when the slavers began to shoot at Hiro, she knew that he would be safe, but she didn't know about herself. She turned towards the slave and opened her eyes. As she put her hand out to help the girl up, so that they could leave sooner, and get away from this place. She felt a searing pain go up her arm. She looked at it and winced in pain. She saw blood running down her arm. A bullet that had missed Hiro, had just grazed her arm.
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Post by seabiscuit on May 18, 2009 14:47:05 GMT -5
The whip released her throat and she rolled into a ball, gasping for breath. She glared up at them, the bastard had just jerked her neck two different directions, first by pulling the leash from the slaver's grasp and then with the whip.
Kalysta could feel her skin bruising.
The chick with him knelt and reached out a hand. How the hell was she supposed to take it? Her hands were shackled together. So she just kicked out with both legs, about the only part of her she could move easily despite them being chained together.
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2009 21:43:33 GMT -5
He turned to see that his angel's arm was grazed. He turned again, his eyes red, and began to walk to where they fled. He grinded his teeth grabbing one by the throat and carried the vampire with the gun and turned his fragile body to look at Krys. "Apologize to her now!" The man shook his head. He slammed the man to the wall. "Tell the lady your sorry!" The man turned his head and muffled out..."Sorry...." He looks at the man. "Thats a good boy." He throws him to the side. "Lets go."
He picks up the girl and softly places her inbetween his legs on the motorcyle. He whispered in her ear before he started the bike. "I'm sorry for hurting you like that. I have a rep to uphold you know. Being the leader of lycans and all." He started the bike. He nodded to Krys, knowing she would rather fly then ride on a bike. "You going to keep up sweetheart?"
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2009 21:51:42 GMT -5
Krystin sighed at the slave, nothing she could do would help. But she could just try to stay out of the action. She saw Hiro look back at her, and she smiled. She knew that he was now pissed. The vampires had hurt her, and she was weaponless, and defenseless. He never liked people hurting her. She smiled at Hiro as he made the man apologize. She held her arm, where the bullet had grazed her skin and moved over towards Hiro.
She knew that he would be taking the motorcycle back, and how much she'd rather fly, but she didn't know how well she could fly, based on her injury. It most likely wouldn't phase her, but she didn't want to take the chance. Krystin smiled at Hiro. "I'm going to take it easy, unless you'll give me a ride." She said as she moved her hand slightly, and looked at all the blood on her hand and arm.
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Post by seabiscuit on May 19, 2009 12:12:34 GMT -5
The bitch moved back after the kick and the guy was preoccupied with yelling at the men for shooting the chick. She growled, trying to roll to a sitting position. The jerk with the whip finished with the men and slung one to the side. Then he turned to her.
She growled against her gag, struggling with the bonds and failing miserably. He lifted her and she choked back a scream, she hated being touched. He placed her on the motorcycle between his legs and started the bike. She growled despite what he whispered. If he thought she was going to roll over, he was in for a hell of a surprise.
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2009 12:39:43 GMT -5
This girl was going to be a pain the ass. He remained calm and ready, lefting the shackles on her, she will be less trouble if he just left her like this. He sighed a bit at the fact the girl was going to be a thorn in his ass. He could always give her to Dark Fang, no, that is way to mean. He wasn;t going to put her through all that best of her dang attitude. If anything he had to keep her far away from him, otherwise he would torture the poor thing. Maybe his brother would like to mess around with her for a bit. He sighs once more, he will just figure it out once they got home.
He looks at Krys. His eyes soft as he gazed at her. "Of course my dearest." He pats the seat behind him. "Be sure to keep a hold of me or you'll fall off ok?" He said sweetly to her. She was one of the few that he was very sweet to. And this girl here, might be one of those he won't be so sweet to. "Let's go..."
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2009 7:27:52 GMT -5
Krystin smiled at Hiro. She could tell that he was getting irritated with the slave. No one wants to be a slave, but their dominated. She was just lucky that it was Hiro and not some other master. Krystin had the luck of staying free. She gently got onto the bike. Making sure to wrap her arms around Hiro's waist. As he warned her, she didn't want to fall off.
Krystin smiled, she knew that the slave might be put through hell, but that was until Hiro could either trust her, or be able to make her work somewhere. He was one of the best lycan, or so Krystin thought. Krystin always knew that Hiro would do the right thing, and one of those things was keeping his image in Cyanide and even in front of any of the slavers. He needed to be able to save the slaves, and this was how.
Sorry it took so long
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