Sanctuary (~Open~)

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Raythril frowned and ran his fingers though his hair, as if it would somehow help the awkwardness of the situation pass. Of course it didn't, it never did when he really wanted it to just go away, but nervousness is something that everyone has to deal with. He folded his arms and glanced back out of the window, looking more towards the sky at that point, since everything on the street below was nothing out of the ordinary. Once again, the silence was starting to fill the tower, and this time there wasn't anything in his thoughts that could distract him from it.

Other then the Lycan located over there however. On any other occasion, or particular situation, he just might have kissed her back. There was nothing wrong with her by far, actually, he would have imagined being kissed by Lycan would be more... dog-like and gross. To the contrary he found her lips quiet cool and soft, but that was probably due to that fact that many people say that Demon's are quite warm in comparison. Typically, he wouldn't know if that were to be true or not, but counting on the amount of people that say it, it was likely a true statement.

Raythril side glanced over at Senna, wondering what she was currently doing. Most could say that she had... caught his attentions for the time being. When he did however, something else grabbed his eye. A thread of light, reflected something from off her lower neck. He became curious to what it was, and he had a couple of theories on what it could possibly be.

He took a few steps over, avoiding eye contact to hopefully not cause any messages. Taking the metal tags that were strung around... a collar. 'Now, who the hell would put a collar on someone,'[/b] He thought, placing his hair behind his ear to keep it out of his face. There was a little bell that was on it as well, he was starting to wonder why he didn't at least hear that when she was spinning around. His eyebrows furrowed as he turned the metal piece over, seeing the odd shapes and lines on the tag, but unable to decipher what it meant. ((OoC, Just in case it still isn't clear. Ray is an illiterate.)) Raythril looked down at Senna, still having the tags in his hand. "Is this a slave collar?" He asked, with a hint of disgust at the object that seemed to be locked around her neck.

He was starting to question that sanity of people at that moment. Putting collars on others, with dorky little bells, like they were a pet cat or something. The line was being drawn a little faster then it would have naturally. Not only did the stupid little collar have metal tags on it, but whoever put it there put complete gibberish all over each and every one of them. Yes, he knew that it probably said something or other, but he really didn't care. After a while creatures change the language over again, why would he want to learn each and every one of them?

Thoughts and complaints were running through his head faster then he could possibly recount. Raythril swore that he would brutally murder the man that put something like that on something like that. It was disgraceful to any life form, and not even he would put that on an animal. He took hold of her face, making her look at him, instead of her nervously looking on the other direction,"Who put that on you?" He refrained, and didn't raise his voice. He tried to keep his usual softness to it, but the anger did seethe through his teeth. Good or evil, it didn't matter, he was in fact a Demon, and his impatience was a down side to what was essentially him.

"Let me help you here. Explain that thing," At this point, he wanted to help, even past his lazy nature. She did something for him, so he'll do something for her. Even if it was incorrect, sinful, or over reactive, he just wanted everything back to its natural balance. How could he be a Demon of the forest, if everything was being destroyed by the greedy? Even being slightly greedy himself, there had to be an easy way to get that stupid thing off, 'or at least that bell...'[/b][/size]

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The awkward situation that followed the moment after the... embarrassment... made Senna's heart sink. Ray stood there, running his hand through his hair as if it'd fix the moment; and of course, it didn't. Watching him from the corner of her eye, Senna noticed him glance over, a curious expression crossing his face.

Her heart felt like it skipped a beat as he walked over to her, and his hand went to her neck. A surge of disappointment rippled through her, replacing the hot blush that was about to form, when she realized he was inspecting her collar. Flushing in embarrassment and annoyance at the thing, Senna cast her eyes down. Only to have them brought back up by his hand on her chin. Looking up into his eyes, she cursed herself when she felt a flutter go through her stomach.

"Is that a slave collar?" He asked her, voice dripping in disgust. It made her embarrassed and feel self-consious. Nodding her head weakly, Senna adverted her eyes. He continued inspecting the tags, and she heard the bell jingle. "Who put that on you?" He asked her. Flicking her eyes back to him, she frowned.

"The slave drivers..." Her voice trailed off, and she looked away once more, "They put it on us, to label us as slaves. Also to tell who to return us to if we run away." The last sentence dripped in hatred. 'Like a lost puppy.' She thought in disgust. Looking back up into his eyes, she knew they (her eyes) reflected to remorse and anger in them.

"And you can't take it off." She murmured, pulling away to turn from him. "My owner has the key." Turning slightly to the side, she tilted her head, and moved her hair back, revealing a small lock on the side of the collar. "And only my owner can have to key." She put in, letting her hair fall to the side, and looking down, glaring at the ground. Anger flooded through her veins as the high 'ding' from the bell rang in her ears as she had turned her neck.

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Raythril raised an eyebrow at the lock, noting that he was right, it was locked on tight. He very much hated those stupid things, slaver's were getting crazier and crazier since he was one. The 'ding' that erupted from the collar made him flinch out of his thoughts, frowning when he couldn't find a way to get the Lycan collar off. Other then decapitation of course, but that wouldn't really be worth solving the problem then. He strummed his fingers across his arm, still having difficulty picturing her as someone's slave. She seemed too free spirited for that sort of role in life.

He glared at the symbols in his head, that obviously formed some sort of directions if it lead someone to return a slave. Too bad he couldn't read, or that would be an easy task, but life had to make everything difficult didn't it. Tracking wasn't a hard thing to do, he had grown to learn it decently enough. It was even more infuriating that he has been unable to access his full power for thousands upon thousands of years, and many beings couldn't be taken down with a simple sword. He hates being weak, he had more potential demonically, and he knew it. Something else however, thinks he's better off with basically no power, other then 'defensive'. It seemed like a great idea to him, slaughtering the slave asshole, then steal the key, it wasn't like he was going to need it where he was going. There were a few complications, but he would have to work those out at a later time.

"Alright," Raythril nodded, like she had just answered everything that he would have to know. It wasn't near enough information though, and it wouldn't hurt to check, "Life sucking bastard is it?" He asked, in reference to Senna's 'master'. Since, most of the time he pictured a slaver owner to be a Vampire, or a Demon like himself, but he couldn't think of any Demon that would put a bell[/u] on.

He frowned and stepped in front of Senna, then lowered himself so he was turning to face her. "Wear it with what every pride you have then," He smiled, hoping that she would get the point that he was trying to prove across. His methods may be different then any Angel, but at least his was effective. "You won't have to much longer if I have anything to say about it."

Raythril smiled bringing his hand behind her head, noticing that she had a collection of freckles on the bridge of her nose. 'That is just too cute,' He thought, then he wondered how she'd react if he kissed her. She probably wouldn't get angry, since she was the one that did it with no warning, and it was rather unfair, she was pretty. Raythril leaned across and pushed his lips against hers for a moment, and they were just as cool as the first time. Not enough to put someone off, it was almost welcoming actually. "Lucky for you, I do and will." He grinned, standing back up to his full height. Not feeling the awkward nervousness that was there the first time, he figure it was because he was expecting that one.[/size]

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Face flushing from the kiss, Senna buried her face in the demon's shirt. It was then that she took notice of his scent as it flooded into her senses. The had that sweet smell of burning wood, mixed ever so lightly with the tangy scent of moss and dirt. It reminded her of camping trips with her mother, and a sweet, yet remorseful longing spread through the lycan. She missed her mother dearly, and hadn't seen her since becoming a slave. Wrapping her arms around the demon's torso, she also took notice of his warmth. His body seemed to be a few degrees higher then most beings, and it made her hug him tighter. Not too much so, just a little.

A jolt had rocked through her at his earlier vow. "Promise?" She murmured against him. She felt like a little kid, clinging to her father or older brother for comfort when she scratched a knee or something. Breathing in his sweet, tangy scent, Senna relaxed, and though he hadn't answered her yet, she believed him.

A flash back, when Senna had woken from a nightmare and her mother had been there to rock her back to sleep, flashed through her mind. Demons were supposed to be creatures of darkness. Things that didn't care about other beings and reaped joys from pain. At least that's what movies and book proclaimed. They also said that werewolves and lycans were monsters only meant to be slaughtered. Senna was probably a little more then biased on the subject, but she thought that that (lycans and werewolves were monsters) was a load of bull crap. So she supposed that not all demons were as bad, Ray obviously wasn't.

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Raythril glanced around the well windowed room, as if someone would walk over and save him. He had to be more logical about it though, who would honestly want to save a demon from anything, really. None the less, he had to help her out of the slavery issue now, he already said he would, and it was slavery it's stupidity inside itself. The unsuspected embrace was rather, nerving and it was also more then a little uncomfortable. He sighed, and smiled down at her, even though she wouldn't have been able to see it, "Of course, would I say something I don't mean?" He chuckled nervously ruffling his fingers through her hair.

It was almost a relief though, Ray knew that he wasn't a very trustworthy person. In was a common assumption about his own race, it was nice to know that someone had some confidence in him, and didn't run to any angel for help. He always hated that, the angels were there to help, but they haven't gotten anything accomplished that was for sure. He knew perfectly well that he had some odd competition against the angels in any way shape or form. It didn't really phase him much, who cared that he was a bit obsessive of being better then them.

He stepped back away from the younger female, pushing back on her shoulders gently. There was only so much aimless clinging that he could actually take in one day, and this day was full of randomness. He didn't want to sound insensitive, but if that's how he came out as, so be it. Ray wanted to help the lycan, but he wasn't really intending on doing much more then that, unless it was something that he could agree on as well. Then it could go right ahead.

Raythril wondered back over to another window, trying to think up a different plan. Of course killing her current master would be the most direct route, but then again, it could prove to be a lot of trouble. "How much did you cost previously?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in her direction as he contemplated that option. Thinking that his ideas were probably too simply blunt to push through his promise. If it worked however, then it would be his most successful accomplishment to date.

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Senna smiled against Ray when she felt his hands at her hair, ruffling it. It was a rather embarrassing fact of being a werewolf/ lycan, she enjoyed being 'petted' (no, not in the 'wrong' terms, pervies, lol). She shook her head no against him. At least she hoped he wouldn't. No, he sounded sincere when he'd said it, and she doubted he'd go back on that word of promise.

Senna's body greeted the cold air harshly when he stepped away. Looking down, she crossed her arms around her chest, trying to make up for the lost warmth. She peeked through long bangs draped in front of her eyes, and over at the demon who had wandered over to the window. She wanted to reach forward with her mind, to touch hers with his again. Maybe if he didn't resist it, it wouldn't hurt. But no matter, he didn't want to, and he was willing to help, so she'd stay out of his thoughts.

"How much did you cost previously?" His words broke through her thoughts, cascading around her head like darts bouncing around in there. It wasn't very pleasant. Flicking her head to the side to toss the view-stealing strands of hair, Senna looked up at him.
"I don't know, the price changes every time." She shrugged, "I mean, my first owner sold me for $500, that's probably because I bit him though. After that it was $1 500, $1 240, $2 000, $1 609... I don't know how much Lokia was planning on selling me for. No more then $3 000 though."

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Raythril almost had to stop himself from laughing at a part of her answer. He knew that it would be immature, but in his own little way he found it a little amusing that she bit her first master. Even he wouldn't have bit someone that caught him for slavery, poison and pillage, yeah possibly, but bite? Nope. Either way, Senna's answer did give him an insight on her price, he didn't have much to his name, but she was looking more expensive then he thought. So, murder the master it was, it wouldn't prove to be that difficult, unless he was actually strong of course.

He shook his head, as if he was trying to rid the evil thoughts from his head, and was trying to replace them with logical ideals. He still stared out of the church window, he found it ironic though, thinking about those things in a holy home. Then again, it was all for a good cause, most gods did that didn't they? Cause some destruction for the greater good of everybody.

He didn't have much more to say, what could he say other then the obvious. A conversation about the weather wouldn't do much at all, and it would be more cliche then anyone could handle. It was times like that, during the slavery and all the other inhuman acts, when there should be so much to talk about. Yet, there wasn't anything to say about it, other then, 'too bad'. "I see, thank you." He nodded, glancing over in her direction as made his remark. Finding it rude to talk to people when they weren't facing another.

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Pushing back any feelings she had momentarily felt for the demon, Senna nodded her head, not saying anything. What was there to say though? She was tempted to reach to his mind and see what he was planning, but that would only end in anger on his part. Shaking herself internally, she walked over to the window, glancing out of it. A small gazebo could be seen from their vantage point. Inside it were two shadowy figures. Probably a couple out for a stroll or something.

The silence closed in around them, thick and suffocating. Senna wasn't really one for silence. At times it could be perfectly fine. Like the silence at a funeral, or perhaps wedding, or even the comfortable silence that enveloped couples after they've made love to each other, or perhaps were simply cuddling, staring at nothing in particular, simply reveling in the fact that they could and were holding each other in their embrace. An aching spread through her. It was pointless though. Though there were many attractive males, females included, Senna could find no interest in either. And then there was this demon; and then there was Ray.

He had seemed uncomfortable at the first kiss, however, the second was sweet, kind. He'd been expecting it, therefore he felt in control. Maybe that was his problem. He didn't seem that comfortable with her hugging him either, so perhaps it was just that he enjoyed being in control. It must be a guy thing. Rolling her eyes inwardly, she smiled over at him, the corners of her lips hinting that she was thinking about something she found amusing; something he didn't, and never would, so she chose.

Her mind thought back to what they had been previously talking of, and her smile faded as she looked back down and out the window. "So what were you planning to do then?" She asked. Her voice was slightly monotone, the only emotion being that slight curiosity which laced the ends of her voice.

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Raythril wasn't really expecting Senna to ask what he was planning to do. It was kind of obvious, but it was still a slight surprise to him for whatever unknown reasons. It would be an interesting question to answer, since there were many things that he was thinking about, but none of them really made any sense. Well, actually, they made perfect sense, they just were a little more then just a bit brutal. His ideas were almost inhuman, but he could just list a couple of them.

He turned around to face her again, letting his arms cross along his chest. Smiling, with a significant devilish twist to it, he responded to her inquiry, "Murder, pillaging, threats, blackmail or bribery." Ray grinned, feeling a spot of pride of his own ideals. Even though most of everyone in society would have looked down on them, he was rather content with his internal success. "If that doesn't work, then a polite conversation with tea and cookies would due fine." He added, he would never admit. But, he just added that last part off the top of his head, it was rather disappointing that talking was the last thing that Ray could think of.

Ray brushed his hair back as a random strand fell over his face. It was a pain in the ass really, but he couldn't even imagine himself with short hair, it would be scary. None the less, he was still waiting for Senna's input in his own plots to get her out of her masters grasp. A bell, honestly. He knew that he was never going to get over that bell thing, it was an irritating thought all within itself. It almost made him want to rip the guy's head open for even thinking of such a thing.

The windows were still very distracting, he still couldn't figure it out. He hated the fact that there was nothing to see but he was almost drawn to fact that it was a window in a tall building or something extremely childish along those lines. It was probably the outdoors or something, calling out to him like an animal or something demeaningly natural. "Want to go for a walk?" He blurted out, before he even knew what he was saying. He was still happy with his suggestion, even though it seemed that he didn't really think of it himself. So, he decided to go with it.

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Senna could feel it bubbling up, slowly. From a light in her stomach, working it's way up her throat, soon coming through her lips, high and giggly like a child, her laugh filled the air around them as Ray told her his plans. The giggling became slightly more frantic as he added in the part about the tea and cookies came into play.

Her giggling dieing down to a large grin, Senna watched as the demon brush back a strand of hair. Letting her eyes inspect his hair, she found she enjoyed watching as the sunlight sparkled off of the firey strands. It was as if there were a calm fire set on the demon's head, silky and soft as it blew in the breeze. There were, however, no breezes in the room, the windows being closed.

"You want to go for a walk?" His deep voice sounded in her ears, low and soft. Her grin widened, "Sure." A different grin reached her face, and she walked over to him, circling around. A giggle left her lips before she jumped on him, gently clutching his shoulders in her hands and wrapping her legs around his waist. "Carry me!" She giggled, pulling herself up and resting her chin on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around to rest at his chest.

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Raythril stopped a grunt from leaving his lips as the girl expectantly leaped onto his back. It was odd that she pulled that move, since he offered a walk, not a 'carry'. Either way, he was going to go along with it, since if he didn't he would probably end up looking like a complete wuss, and it wasn't like she was particularly heavy. He used his arms to help support the female, both for the reasons that she wouldn't fall and for his own comfort. It didn't make much of a difference, his personal space was already invaded, she ninja'd his mind and assaulted his body. What other damage could she possibly do, other then continue to make him extremely uncomfortable.

He hoisted her up a little more so she was sitting on his hips then his waist, so he would be able to walk. "Fine, but you have to walk yourself when you get outside." He sighed, spinning around to face the spiral stairs that lead to the lower rooms of the large building. He wasn't about to leave the safety of the church carrying a slave, that would just be insulting to his demon label. Stepping onto the stairwell, the stone that made up the stairs was slightly cold on the bottoms of his feet, but he quickly adjusted to the temperature as he made his way down to the main floor. Using extra precautions, so he wouldn't drop or fall over on the younger female.

That thought made Ray think further though. How old was Senna, younger or older then he was, it was difficult to tell anymore. Especially since he had lost all sense of time, he had no idea how old he was, but he knew that he appeared to be a twenty-two year old human. He hated the idea of being human, and he very much disliked angels, an angel was what took away all his 'super awesome killing power/skillz'. It was, however, an excellent wake up call to his behaviour, it 'saved' him from the term 'evil'. It was something that he didn't believe in anymore, good and evil, nothing is black and white anymore, there is always gray in the middle.

He stopped at the bottom of the long staircase, looking over to where the alter was, just to take a look. A rather surprised holy father was glancing over in their direction, apparently putting out some candles before Ray had walked down from the higher floor. The male was actually trying his best not to burst out laughing, it was probably an odd sight. A demon, in a church, carrying a lycan down the stairs on his back. Either way, he stepped towards the large double doors of the building, ignoring the short man who just went back to his candle duties, setting the girl back down on the ground. Turning to face her, "Ride's over, time to carry your own butt." He sighed, shifting his gaze to the door. He reached over and pulled it open, the light from the outside graced the darker floors of the stone building. The sun felt natural against his own skin, almost reviving, he never could realize how much he hated being indoors until he was outside.

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Senna giggled as he made his way down the stairs carefully, peeking over his shoulder as he made his descent. Once they got to the bottom, she noticed a surprised Father at the alter. He had the most peculiar look on his face, a cross between almost horror and amusement. As Ray turned to the door, Senna turned slightly to look at the Father, letting one hand drop from his shoulder. She gave the Father a childish grin, then stuck her tongue out before turning around again to face the large double doors of the church.

She frowned when Ray rather quickly dropped her to the floor, landing heavily on her feet. She grin at him when he turned around, her nose crinkling slightly. "Ride's over, time to carry your own butt." he said, ending his statement in an annoyed sigh. She giggled, and as he opened the doors, she held back for a moment, allowing her eyes to adjust to the bright light. A light breeze hit her from outside. In the hot temperature outside, the breeze was refreshing, despite the fact it itself was warm. It carried the light tang of sea salt in it, and the scent of rain to come. Looking up and to the right, she saw large black thunder clouds in the far distance. They'd probably be here by 5 ish after lunch.

When Ray didn't move immediatly, Senna gave a loud, exasperated sigh, and grabbed his hand, running out into the sunlight. "Where're we going first?" She asked, letting go of his hand to run ahead lightly. Her eyes sparked, the light of excitement and joy flashing through them. "Wanna go to the forest?" She asked, a look of thought crossing her mind, and then it was lost to the wild energetic happiness. She stopped for a moment, at least ten large paces ahead, and waited for him to catch up.

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Ray stumbled forward a bit when Senna, rather expectantly pulled him forward. He caught up eventually, walking in his usual pace of course, surprised that she would request going to the forest. He knew that it really shouldn't, since she did have the power to read one's mind, but he was managed to be taken aback none the less. Glancing around the area, noticing the other people walk by, all busy in their own little world. Walking hand-in-hand with their loved one, or trying to get their own child keep up with their longer paces.

It was such and interesting thought, how people have their own social instincts. How they are able to connect so easily with each other, just because of feelings of attachment and parental instinct, just little things like sharing DNA. He didn't really know much about his parents, so he just guessed that demon's just didn't have the same thoughts in the manner of children. It made sense, why would they even want to sit around baby sitting all day when they could go around causing some damage. Made a guy think though, if he had any real parents, where are they now, or where did they go. He wasn't a guy to mope around about it, it's in the long forgotten past, so why did it honestly matter, it isn't hurting any one.

Raythril figured that she was a little crazy, considering that she was walking in the wrong direction completely. Either way, it just meant that they would have to walk the long way around the block, didn't really matter. "Sure," He answered, acknowledging that he actually heard what she said. He walked beside her down the chipped sidewalk, some of the small pieces of gravel were slightly painful, but it was nothing no one could easily walk off.