A decent slave ( open)

[daimon]

Daimons eyes were cold and wicked feel with the hate that a eternity had put on him. Since the beginning of time the infinite black angel has walked through the earth. His Crimon coat fluttered in the wind as he Neared the hottest club in the city. His earthly desire, slaves... He loved women, they were entertainment and they ensured his immortal days were filled with adventure and sex.

The bouncers stopped him at the gate.
"You look human." The man muttered, his voice cold and dark. The moonlight shone down on daimon as his eyes looked up at the bouncer.
"Human... To assume I am such scum is treason to your soul..." Instantly his wing burst through his vest and crimson coat. His eyes peirced the mans eyes.

"I know... of you... Your The fallen angel... Sin." His voice grew colder.
"A Rose by any other name would smell as sweet." He mused as he pushed past the bouncer his wing folding back into his coat. He walked in, he did not smell of a human so few assumed he was unless they looked at him closely. He was looking for a potential new toy, if he couldnt find one he would at least find himself a fight or a one night stand. It was simply Daimon's nature.

[xoCharm]

Samantha Korse Wolfgang;;

^{She's a killa', She's a thrilla'}

Samantha was bored, and what did boredom usually lead to for her? Annoyance; a deadly mood considering her character and blood line. Mortals paced themselves briskly past her, some hardly noticing her presence, others with a higher sense of awareness purposely going out of their way to walk a good street lengths away from her or hunch themselves in a feeble attempt to be unnoticed as they practically dashed by. A giggle palsied a semi-slender physique, the lone jingle of a chain a background chime. It amused her to a high degree to see such fear instilled upon these worthless creatures because of her. No, amusement was an understatement. Thrilled her to the degree of an invisible starved beast feasting; feasting on power.

It was oddly crowded tonight, though the main attraction seemed to be of the teenage years. That alone was bothersome enough; she despised the young ones. They were nothing but arrogant, egotistical pricks. But that was nothing she couldn't take care of.
A smug grin possessed her frosted pink lips at the thought, distorting her demonic porcelain visage. A soft pulsation thumped within her cranium, and with a brief survey of her surroundings she found the source of the commotion: the nightclub Cyanide. Ah, maybe it wasn't just ignorant, horny teens then.

An obsidian sole planted itself upon the asphalt of a dirty street, the slight rustle of Bacardi tapping eagerly at her foot an early reminder of what was to come. Raven leather trailed after her beautifully, the trench splaying itself behind her ominously. Ageless and Timeless stayed silent at her curved hips, as if they knew they must remain hidden at a time like this.
Whilst the bouncers kept themselves busy with a group of rowdy fakes attempting to stumble in, Korse slipped herself within the club, using the cascading shadows as cover.

All too easy.

The music choice at this time was a hard, fast paced beat of techno, and on occasion Sam was slightly jostled by a bouncing torso or two. A low growl captivated her throat at times, the bass of it enough to send terrified and bewildered looks her way as she passed. Approaching the bar, she cast the bartender a curt command of spiced rum and coke on the rocks. The obnoxious hum of a sliding glass filled the bar briefly before Sams right appendage shot towards the noise, snatching up the chilled glass. The square, fragile container lifted and pressed against her delicate lips, her bulk casually balancing its weight against the lip of the granite countertop. The liquid, while holding a cool edge thanks to its coke counterpart, was also hot and spicy; something that resembled her in some sense.

But indeed, she was feeling quite spicy tonight, and the heated sensation that swept through her fingertips told her the rest of the club would too.
Soon, of course.
For now, Korse was just a ghost amongst the crowd, yet a predator readying to strike.

Wait; what is this? A male, clad in his obvious favorite hue, strode nonchalantly in. Something swelled within her; a fireball of sorts. This man simply sparked arrogance, confidence, dominance. As sexy as such attributes usually were, she could just feel the sheer pride and conceit he radiated. 'Ah, a hot shot.' a gentle giggle to her thought. Lustrous honey eyes stayed to and from the boy, keeping her slight interest to a minimum.

Perhaps he'd be a decent playtoy for this evening.

[daimon]

His crimson hair fell in front of his blue eyes. His skin was angelic and white as he moved from person to person. Someone touched him and he pushed them away... moving through the crowd his eyes cold . His eyes pierced a women, she did not have the scent of a human. His eyes peircing the bartender. He said nothing but the man made haste over to him.

"Sin!, Forgive me my lord. Ill bring you your usual."
The bartender muttered coldly as he pulled out a bottle of Red wine mixed with some other strange red liquid. Daimon downed the cold liquid as his eyes turned to the women next to him.
" Your beauty resonates far greater then the rest of the women in this room. Your eyes illuminating through the vile trash that inhibits this prison of the sexually derived."


He did not touch her yet, he was very soft in his approach.
He smelled of mana, heaven... In its truest form. His purity gave him away as angel... though it did not signal him as a black angel. His eyes pierced hers with their radiant beauty. His skin was lightly tanned perfect in every aspect. "tell me... What is the desire of your Ambition, Your very nature is not delicate I can sense that easily... Though at the same time your illusion of seductiveness drives me to want to make love to you."

Daimon smirked.
"Sexual ambition is the fuel for every living and breathing thing that is not a angel. I am no angel... Do not mistake me as a member of the innocence... for there is nothing innocent about me. Do you feel the fire that condems my soul to walk upon this earth? The hell fire inside of me that drives me into a point of insanity that can never be shown to anyone who is not suffering the same likeness?" His voice was seductive as he reached out taking her hand placing against his chest. His heart did not beat... That area was the only warm area on his body... The rest of his skin was cold.

He held her hand there waiting to see what her ambition truly was.
The mystic Dark angel ran her hand lower down his abs before letting her hand go.
His eyes peircing hers with their strange illumination of brilliant blue radiance.
"So... what do you look for tonight? A poor innocent angel such as myself?" He mused.
His eyes peircing hers. "Or are you to looking for a toy." His voice was seductive
and velvety.

[xoCharm]

Gradually the man made his way through the crowd, eventually ending up directly beside her. A curt, icy glare was shot towards the bartender, and in fear of receiving a merciless ice chip he quickly fetched what was silently commanded. In the process of conjuring whatever was demanded, she caught his alias: Sin.
'Clique 101' Tipping her glass up to her warm lips, she polished off what was left. It wasn't long before he had redirected his gaze towards her.

"Your beauty resonates far greater then the rest of the women in this room. Your eyes illuminating through the vile trash that inhibits this prison of the sexually derived."
For the time being, Samantha remained silent. In all honesty she wasn't exactly sure what to make of this character. It was apparent he was trying to woo her; trying being an understatement.

Stealing a quick, deceptively interested glance his way, she locked eyes with him. To say sparks flew would be too ridiculous. Besides, the only "sparks" being generated was his sorry attempt at igniting lust from her. Nevertheless, his eyes were stunning. For a moment she regarded him with an intense stare; despite his seductive prince charming tongue he had something embedded within those cyan hues, and it flirted with more than just a serene one night romance.

"tell me... What is the desire of your Ambition, Your very nature is not delicate I can sense that easily... Though at the same time your illusion of seductiveness drives me to want to make love to you."
Whatever happened to this "trash of the sexually derived" business?
"Sexual ambition is the fuel for every living and breathing thing that is not a angel. I am no angel... Do not mistake me as a member of the innocence..."
At this point Korse faded in and out of his prattle. As captivating as his eyes were for the better truth of things she just did not give a damn for prolonged foreplay. Hell this wasn't even her cup of forte in the first place. But then..
he touched her.

Now Samantha despised being touched by all means and even though his flesh was pleasingly cool against her own, he had no just passage. He guided her palm towards his broad chest, eventually placing her appendage where ones heart should've beat like the stallion it was. Yet no minuscule pulsations kissed at her refined fingertips.

Nothing to delve into and tear free.

Soon enough though his intentions began to unfold via his purposely effortless slide of her digits down to his defined abdomen. Etched muscles rippled underneath her phalanges. He had wanted her to feel what he might have considered his most predominant feature; the sure-fire bait and snare for most women.

Impressive for the simple minded.

Finally, he released her with his last remaining "intriguing" questions, "So... what do you look for tonight? A poor innocent angel such as myself? Or are you too looking for a toy."
Poor.
Good, at least he recognized himself for what he was.
With a terse laugh, she plucked an already diminishing ice cube from her glass, "Well, Romeo," she held the cube up directly between their visages, the melting square poised perfectly between her fingertips, "I'm not so sure you could handle such an escapade with a woman like me. After all, I wouldn't want you to fall ill to the same fate as you once did." A devious smirk outlined her frosted pink lips. At this time he probably wouldn't understand her meaning for her blades were tucked securely away from view.

Streams of liquid began to bleed from the petite square she pinched against her fingers. Single trails crept down her fair skin in exotic patterns. Her optics flickered down towards them momentarily before reestablishing themselves back with his. With her head tucking forward some, she slipped her salmon pink tongue across its puddled surface at a snail like pace. Oh yeah, she could play this game too, but at least hers was attractive.[/blockquote][/color][/font]

[daimon]

His eyes peirced hers.
"I have alive for a eternity, you wanna show me something new? Go ahead, Very people can... But you do look rather... intriguing." The angels eyes pierced hers. He was cursed, and that curse would follow him until then end of time... A curse that completely overwhelmed him. He lurked in the hearts of the wicked, a repungent demon capable of sending men to hell in their darkest hours.

"Your blood is quite beautiful, Unique. Throughout my eternity... I have witnessed the darkest sins and have inspired the worst men in his history to commit them before dragging their soulless bodies unto the depths of hell." The wicked angel looked calm and beautiful as his eyes did not move from hers. "Very few people in here interest me, You being the only one, But... Im still trying to figure out... are you my toy... or am I yours. Do not think of me as one of these lower level imbalances who speak words but do nothing. Poetry is nothing if it is a lie." He mused.

"Hey buddy are you a human?" A group of vampires had surrounded him. Sin turned towards them a light smile on his lips. They noticed him instantly... his face... his eyes... his smell. "Sin, Im sorry. "The leader said before the vampires pulled away. "I look forward to your darkest hour dear boy." Sin mused before turning back to the lady before him.

Her tactics were beautiful, he desired to taste her blood now, It was a trait he found appealing from the vampires... However she did not smell of vampire. She smelled of something better to him, Freedom of the midnight. "So, Am I your toy, or are you mine... Tis the question, I have never been a ladies toy before. The bartender handed him another drink and Daimon downed it. It sent the jolt of Blood mixed wine throughout him. His eyes pierced hers with their gentle calm glow.

"To enslave a angel who has been on earth since its birth... The most famous word in the world is sin. Have you put two and two together yet?" He asked her softly before leaning in. "Your darkest desires... Your fears, your ambition... Its all so sexy." His voice darkening slightly but his features remained the same.
The purity in him... was no more then a facade, he wondered if she knew that by now.

[vyxaster]

It was cold here, and more so in a metaphorical sense than in any other way. She didn't have to be an animal or, more specifically, creature to smell the fear on the air. There were near a dozen of them, her and others like herself, all bound to serve some fate that none of them had chosen for themselves. There was someone praying beside her, a child crying in a corner. Some were quiet like herself, whether because they were too weak to speak or just didn't know what to say she didn't care and she wasn't asking. She didn't know what to say. Tasya Anne Beloi, a girl who had been raised to speak what she wanted and felt, was speechless. Just because there simply was no way to speak how she felt. There were no words for this, only emotions, and they near strangled the life out of her as they wrestled inside her chest. The van was small and crowded, and she hated it, it made her feel lethargic and completely without her space. She knew she should just get over it, that there was no such thing as freedom anymore, she no longer had her 'personal space'. There was herself, which would, in a matter of time, belong to someone else. The thought alone was near enough to make her gag. If they all didn't have their binds and a hankerchief over her mouth she probably would have.

The cargo van pulled to a stop, and from in the vehicle she could hear and feel the vibrations and sound of the music. She could hear the doors slam as their captors removed themselves from the front, and Tasya had her eyes narrowed to slit. 'What the fuck? What, are they going to go party first before they auction us off like cattle? Stupid, vicious, motherf-' The backdoors opened while she was insulting the men through her thoughts and she found a strong grip on her shoulders. She barely had time to scramble her legs to a working order before she was pulled out of the back, landing on her feet barely. The impact stung as her legs had fallen asleep, and now she was suffering the stinging of her nerve endings as they crackled within her flesh. The gags were removed on all of them, as were most of the ties, but the ones keeping her wrists behind her back remained in place, as if out of fear that she would strike one of them. 'Well...you never know'

Irritated and nervous at the same time she walked with a quick gait as the group was led towards the back of the club, through a door that would otherwise never be noticed unless you knew it was there. A guard seemed to evaporate out of nowhere and held the door open for the caravan, mumbling something to one of the slave drivers, too low for Tasya herself to overhear even though she was in the front of the pack. Perhaps they just wanted to get rid of her that quickly. She had to admit, for all the qualities the men lacked at least she had somewhat of a comfortable place to sleep, albeit crowded. She didn't know what she was expecting here, more like whom she was expecting here.

The music pumped around her like veins in the walls and she froze a moment, having to be shoved forward by one of the men as they weren't too keen on waiting. She was first. 'Holy crap.' The stage was like a death omen, and she half expected Satan to appear out of thin air and smile at her. She knew it was too late to pray now, but she couldn't help muttering prayers under her lips before she pulled up onto the stage. 'Ladies and gentlemen so sorry to keep you waiting, but we have a lovely selection for you tonight so we hope it was well worth it.' The auctioneer's voice was like poison to the girl's ears and then suddenly she couldn't see, they had too many lights on the stage and she couldn't keep her eyes trained on anything, the audience looked like a bleak mass of shadow. 'This little virgin vixen is our first treat -' "Don't touch me!" she hissed the words to him before she even realized it, a reaction to him having latched onto her elbow to pull her closer to the stage's edge. 'As you can see she's got a bit of spirit to her. Do I have any offers?'

[/i] Oh yes, they must have wanted to get rid of her, there wasn't even a starting bid. 'Bastards.'
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He walked into a small town. His hair spiked up and wearing a different attire than he normally would. He wore a warm coat made of white wolf fur and an asian-like fighting pants made of white silk with red dragons on each leg. Of course to top it all off, his red bandana and under it his black mask. As he walked through the town, he receieve dirty looks from the people. As if they knew who he was and why he was here. Those judgemental bastards, they were lucky he wasn't straving at the moment, he could rip them apart if he chose to. But he didn't speak a word or made a hostile move. He just continued his walk to find a drink and a quick bite. Luckily he made money from his last underground fights. His black spike brass kncukles on the his right hip, hanging by some string still fresh with blood. While his katana rested on his back.

Noises attracted his attention, he changed his direction for the moment. He continue to follow the noises, people were mainly wearing black, so he must be very noticeable. The crowd was mostly men, laughing and shouting. He looked foreword seeing a stage. Could it be a play? He walked closer then sees a rather valgur looking man pulling a girl who looked to be in her early twenties or maybe younger onto the stage. He spoke his words, "This little virgin vixen is our first treat." With the slave girl struggling and hissing at the man. But he continued with, "As you can see she's got a bit of spirit to her. Do I have any offers?" No one made an offer nor was there a starting bid. She must of caused some trouble, she could maybe make food for him or be he next meal, either way he'll take her. Walked to the man and gave him about ten gold coins along with twenty silver coins. Without listening to a response, he waved for her to follow him, turned around and began to walk away.

As he walked off, with expection of the slave girl to follow. A smell of a lycan came into his nose, that spark any real intrest. Until a smell of a dark angel followed. The taste of a dark angel sparked his intrest. He followed the smells, taking his kncukles and placing them on his hands. Still he never spoke a word. He found the two talking, waiting for the right time to strike.

[daimon]

His eyes turned as he picked up the scent of a lycan.
His blue eyes turning crimson. "Forgive me, love." He whispered as he stood.
The lycan had just purchased himself a slave. "You smell of violence... You planning something?" Daimon smirked. The bartender looked to the lycan.

"Sir... Fighting him would be a mistake." Daimons eyes turned to peirce the Bartender.
The man shut up instantly. Daimon turned his gaze back to the lycan.
"Nonsense, Im just a innocent human." He smiled sweetly his eyes turned to the slave girl.
Humans usually wasnt his forte, he hated their smell but this one did not have the normal human
scent.

His eyes peirced the lycan.
"Im not much of a fighter sir, you werent planning to attack a helpless guy like me were you?"
Daimon's eyes peirced the man his gaze turning instantly to blood crimson.
"I've gutted lycan before... Wanna become another notch on my belt?" He asked coldly.
"Sin... Is known as the corrupter of man... Very few know his real name, hes... a monster." The music had stopped now and all the crowd watched.

Daimons gripped each of his daggers.
"So... respond, you smell of violence and blood... And I can tell when someones eyes are upon me... do you have a good reason for staring? Its my oppinon that you were planning on making me a meal. The predator lycan preying upon a innocent angel." Daimon mused. His arms stretched outwards his crimson robe falling to the ground as the people around them formed a circle. He wore a black muscle shirt under it, his black wing sprang through the shirt outwards. His eyes peircing the man.

The crowd circled around them.
"Watching me love?" It was impossible to tell who he was speaking to the lycan women whom he had been speaking with earlier or the human slave. He smirked his knifes on each side of his hip. He was well known for fighting, he wondered if this lycan could keep up.

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He remained silent. His eyes turning blood red, not becuase he was going to transform, because he slowly was becoming angry. He removed his coat and handed it to his new slave girl. Then his sword. He bounced up and down a little bit. Gripping his brass knuckles tightly. Then finally he spoke.

"A fighter but not a fighter....Telling me you have gutted lycans like I before." He started. "Daggers at the ready. Telling your a human....Your a terriable liar." He said calmly. "Everyone is different dark angel...Your arrogence will kill you one day...." He got into a muay thai fighting stance. It was strange for any Lycan or Werewolf to use a fighting style other than running in and attack until one dies first. He waited for him to make the first move.

[vyxaster]

He came in quickly, but then again she could only see blurred shapes, for all she knew he could have been standing in the back for hours, biding his time, beneath the heat of the lights she wouldn't have been able to tell any different. He paid without speaking, a jingle of coins and the auctioneer was greedy and barely even counted, he must really wanted to get rid of her. Bitch. The man, she wasn't quite sure if he was a creature or not just yet, but she had to imagine he was lycan from the coat on his shoulders. He beckoned for her to follow, as if she were a mutt like himself and she half thought not too before one of the men who'd captured her pushed her and forced her to follow suit. She gathered her feet after stumbling forward, and muttered and incoherant string of curse words before shutting up and following her new 'master' dutifully. Like a pet. A stupid little pet. She could see the katana on his back from where she was following him in pursuit, and it both intrigued her and scared her, and there was a worry that he would take a weapon to her if she didn't behave, so she would have to keep her lip....then again, she always told herself that and she never managed it. Pity.

She let her eyes widen as the man put on his knuckles, and then the confronation began between the dark angel and her lycan master. The angel spoke out, and she wasn't sure who it was directed too, possibly her, and she let words slip before even thinking them through. Habit. "Oh yeah big boy you bet." her words were sarcastic and a mutter under her breath as she took the coat from her owner and held it against her chest, eyes trained on the two as she watched and waited for this to play out.

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[daimon]

"Im considering purposely losing and letting this wolf rape you."
Daimon laughed, before pulling his daggers out.
"I dont share your honor... I fight with weapons, getting my fists dirty on you would be pointless." Daimon muttered coldly his wing moving outwards creating a large wave of wind that swept over the people. It was strong enough to send them backwards but it made them back up freely. The people were cheering in the circle.

"Ive been alive since the beginning of time, child. I meet many warriors... I have lost in combat little over 3 times in the past eternity." He mused his blades drawing, they were beautiful to say the least. The daggers pure and white almost as if they were made of light. Instantly his eyes darkened to crimson and the blades followed suit turning pitch black and resonating with a black aura.

He lunged at the lycan blade to throat, he was fast, considerably fast.
He moved as if he were dancing, rather then fighting. He had been around for so long that he had become accustomed to fighting and war. He kept his gun reserved, in the side of his black pants. It was down the leg in a hidden cargo pocket. His blade came directly at the Lycans throat.

"So, tell me lycan, what is your name. My name... Is..."
He leaned in closer whispering it.
"Daimon... I like to know someones name before I send them to their grave."
He mused. He didnt stop while he spoke, instead he continued stabbing motions, slashing motions not yet tiring and completely ruthless.

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He stopped speaking for the rest of the fight. But when he insulted the slave girl, he moved his arm in front of her. But that could mean anything, either, "don't insult her" or "stay out of my way".

But when he did a blade came to his throat. The dark angel asked for his name, but he remained silent. Last time he checked this was a fight not a date. Swiftly he grabbed the angel's hand and cut his own throat. The wound healed almost instantly. He let go. Then the angel continued by slashing him. He response with going in and taking the hits and throwing a knee for his rips then a jab, then with the same arm, elbow to his face.

[vyxaster]

The insult instilled mixed emotions. There was A} The fear, as she'd already contemplated such a thing happening even without it being mentioned. It was only a natural thing for a slave to think about right? Being used for that purpose. A sex slave. It wasn't a pretty picture, and it didn't really help the angel on her likeness scale. Of one to ten he just sucked completely. Then there was B} An odd humor. Had that really been a comeback? The lycan had his arm in front of her but she barely noticed it. "Well 'grr' to you too, I didn't know angels had such a twisted humor. Asshole." but then she shut up, as there was slashing and jabbing and blood. And she didn't care too much for any of the three. Fantastic. 'Yes boys, spar spar, you act like two years old, fucking hell, honestly? Who fights somebody in a club? Ohhh, the people who also buy slaves and have one wings and turn into wolves. Those kind. Fuuun.'

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[daimon]

Daimon laughed, his body growing darker and darker looking, his black wing tucked against his back as his blade came outwards. "I was trying to be a nice guy, who knows, maby even save you from being a slave?" His voice was filled with amusement. The dark angel smirked as the lycan healed instantly.

He sheathed one of his knifes.
"Comon tell me your name, wolf. What am I spose to put on your fucking tomb stone?"
Instantly he shoved his knife forward aiming under the guys ribs to move up and cut his heart out.
Daimon was deadly when it came to fighting, the lycan hadn't touched him yet.
Daimon was pure aggressive taking the lycans hits to the torso, but moving his head backwards insuring that there were no hits to his face, which he prided himself on.

He looked to the girl.
"comon, pretty slave girl... Nows your chance to run, why do wanna stay? You like dogs?" He mused coldly as he thrust his knife forwards again. He was starting to have fun.

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The angel just wouldn't shut up. He continued with all the insults in the fucking world. And he really wanted to know his name. But alot of the angel's attention was focused on the slave girl. He could use that to his advantage. When the angel moved his head back and lunged with his blade. A bad move for the angel.

Again the focus of the angel move to the slave girl. Even the best of fighters don't focus on balance when distracted. He grabs the angels wrists, moved to the side and slashed kick to the back of the knee, that could force even a lycan to fall. Then curb stomped the angels ribbs, moving in quickly to a mount on his stomach, then throwing punching with his spiked knuckles on. Blood gushed onto the his face and chest.

Thinking the angel was dead, he stood. Walked over to his slave girl, and gave her his katana. Then gave her money to get something to eat and drink, from her looks, she looked somewhat hungry. He was showing her kindness unlike those other men. But he felt the kindness wouldn't be returned. Sudden a small chill crawled up his spine, but he didn't show it on his face. The smell of living blood. The angel was still alive even after all that....