Ryan Graves

A defensive ball of light shot from her hand without her entirely having control of it. Eyes narrowing, Dina could have sworn she’d just seen something move. But she had to have seen wrong? Because statues did not move.. unless there was someone behind them using the figure as a shield or cover. Yet she found it slightly haunting as she crossed the park grounds, noticing that some of the statues she had often walked past whenever leaving a rental was gone. What the fuck? Swinging off the brown patch of dirt and onto the asphalt, her eyes widened and the halfling came to a jerk like stop as she noticed a lot of scattered and crumbled stone along the road.

Unable to push down her curiosity, the brunette began following the trais lof stone, trying to figured out where they might be leading. Of course she shouldn’t divert from her purpose for being out here in the first place, but she just couldn’t help herself. Until she felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise, with that uneasy yet familiar feeling of being watched. “Who’s there?” she said out loud, slowly turning in a circle, growing more suspicious as she could not spot anyone. “Show yourself or I’m gearing up to kick your ass.” she half threatened, speaking louder this time. 

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Ryan raised her hands in surrender as she walked out of her hiding space. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m just trying to find a place to hide.” Ryan told her with a shrug of her shoulders. She remembered the slave in front of her, a kind woman who has given her a pep talk a little while back. “What are you doing out here?” She asked curiously as she walked over to the changeling. 

Brandon seemed to always be amused at something or someone. The two slaves that were cocky enough to pick a fight with him were no different. Did they really think that because they had some of their powers back, they could take him on? He obliged. Hell, he even pulled his punches because he didn’t want to dispose of them too easily. He hadn’t had a fight in a while. He didn’t even use his powers, just pure fists. It didn’t take long before the both of them were down on the ground.

Brandon gave a satisfied sigh as he gazed down at their broken bodies. He straightened his shirt and began to walk away, only to hear the shuffling of feet behind him. One of the slaves had gotten back up and was charging full on, fangs bared - a vampire, apparently. Brandon caught him by the neck, and a simple squeeze made his fingers cut through the vampire’s throat. Brandon dropped him as blood flowed from the his neck.

He gazed back and saw someone at the doorway. He took his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood from his hands. “I don’t think you want to be here.” 

Ryan looked at the sight before her. She was no stranger to death and it definitely wasn’t the first time she has seen dead bodies. It didn’t faze her. Plus, from what she has seen the master was only defending himself. She thought those slaves were stupid for trying to pick a fight in the midst of all of his uncertainty. “You’re right. I don’t. But I don’t know where else to go. This whole town is a mess. I’m just looking for a place to sit this out without getting killed.” Ryan told him honestly.

“Good.” Many had questioned the civilian as to why she had chosen a lower status, having enough money to open the gym and keep it running, she could easily have taken the place of a mistress, but she wasn’t keen on having people looking up at her, expecting certain behaviours from her. Besides, being a civilian made it that much easier to remain out of sight, which was nice. Being the centre of attention wasn’t something the wolf necessarily wanted either. “You look like you’re the same size as me. I keep a spare set of clothes in the office behind the front desk. If you clean up fast enough, I might even let you test out the equipment.”

Her gaze travelled over the woman, taking note of her stance and the way she carried herself. Her instincts told her this woman came from the military, if not from a background of it, at least. Perhaps she’d make a good opponent in the ring and she could take her to the basement. “Get to work then. The quicker you clean, the more play time you get.”

Ryan couldn’t help but feel slightly more at ease around the civilian. It didn’t seem like she was above her, and the human wasn’t constantly scared of getting punished if she made a wrong step. It was definitely a nice change of pace. At least for a little while. Ryan grinned, growing excited at the prospect of getting to use the gym equipment. She missed the gym. It used to be her safe place before she got to Thorn Haven, and having that safe place back, at least for a bit, would be incredible. “Really? Thank you.” Ryan said sincerely. 

Ryan noticed the way the woman looked down her body. She instinctively straightened even though her stance was already straight and rigid, just like she had learned. Even the time down in the cells couldn’t get the military out of her. “Yes, ma’am.” She said, saluting rather playfully, before she went to work.

“If it isn’t my gym buddy,” Brandon said in equal recognition as he held her up. “Really sorry about that. I was a bit lost in my own world there for a second.” He chuckled. “Oh no, it was my fault. It’s I who needs to apologize.” He smiled. “I’ve no doubt you’ll be fine. If I remember correctly, you were pretty formidable back in the gym.”

Ryan grinned at him when he recognized her, happy she left at least some kind of impression. “Agree to disagree? We were both a little bit of a clutz I suppose.” She said with a chuckle, crossing her arms over her chest. He was definitely one of the nicer masters around here, although maybe that was only a facade. “I haven’t been in the gym in so long so I don’t know about my physical strength right now. I miss working out.” 

Margot chuckled “Yes you, silly” She glanced right and then left before that searing blue stare returned to the girls face “-there’s no one else here.” Margot stepped forward, the rhythmic clicking of stilettos on concrete announcing her approach like a chorus. “Ah yes…” the purr turned into a chuckle “-i read that you only get a few hours of freedom a day.” Cherry lips twisted into a coy pout as Margot stopped, head tilted at an angle to peer down at he girl. Reaching up, Margot twisted a soft gold strand of her hair around her finger. “-what a shame, you couldn’t spent the night even if you wanted to.” another chuckle, teeth bared in delight.

Ryan chuckled at her words and nodded her head. “I guess you’re right. There’s no one else here.” She agreed, still chuckling at her silly question. The blonde looked down to the other’s feet when she stepped forward, focusing her eyes on the heels. Yup, she’d definitely break her neck in those. The heels made the mistress a little taller than her, though Ryan guessed that she was actually a little shorter than her. “Unfortunately. You get used to it after a while.” Ryan said with a shrug. Her breath hitched lightly when the other woman reached out and touched her hair. “You’d just have to rent me for the night and I can stay as long as you want.” The marine smirked up at her, though the word rent felt like poison on her tongue.

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In a barely there Givenchy mini dress the colour of pomegranates, Margot idled her way down the high street all by herself. Ever on the lookout for something fun to occupy her time however, Margot was enthralled by the new sights and sounds of a city built upon the back of sex and fucking. It was a testament really, they should be proud she thought.

Coming to a sudden, graceful stop upon a pair of ridiculously high heels, Margot crossed her arms under her chest and eyed the person approaching. A smile, coy and edged in malicious delight, stretched back her lips until her teeth flashed white and when they were close enough, she spoke in a low, inviting purr “-well well….looks like i’ve hit the company jackpot. You ain’t too busy tonight i hope.”

Ryan turned her head slightly, looking for the person this woman was addressing. She couldn’t mean her, could she? This woman was dressed to the nines in heels that Ryan would probably break her neck in. She was basically the polar opposite of Ryan, sophisticated, make up, heels, skirts.....definitely the opposite. But she was hot, that much was clear. “Me?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. “considering the only place I have to be is in a cell, no I’m not busy. Feel free to take me out of there.” She chuckled lightly.

“It’s just on that shelf there,” Esmeralda pointed out to the customer. Of course, if they had just looked, they might have saved themselves time and not wasted hers. She had let the cashier go on an early mark and now that there were a very people milling around, she was regretting that decision. The book store got a lot of foot traffic and sometimes there would be an afternoon rush. It seemed to be dying down now though there were still a few people around. As another stepped up, she put on her best, friendly smile. “Hello, yes? May I help you?” she asked. 

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Ryan was fidgeting a little as she stood in front of the counter. There were so many people in here and it was making her a little uncomfortable. “Uhm...I don’t suppose I could take a book back to my cell?” She asked a little awkwardly, though she straightened her back, trying to look a little more comfortable than she actually felt.

“Hey, hey!” Matthew hoisted himself up half on the bar as he snapped his fingers to get the bartender’s attention. “Jackass.” He gestured at his empty glass, “My drink’s dry, how about you do your fucking job and pour me another, huh?” 

Then after catching the eye of the person next to him added: “And one for this one over here. They look like they need it.” Matthew laughed. “You know what…One for everyone in here. Drinks on me.” 

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Ryan didn’t know how she found herself in a bar, but she definitely wasn’t complaining. She craved a drink to help her get through the day, the week, this whole Thorn Haven shit. She jumped lightly when the person next to her cursed at the bartender, though she was surprised when he told him to get a drink for her as well. She turned around to thank the guy, but stopped in her tracks when she saw who it was. “Wait...I know you. You saved my ass one time.” She said, a light chuckle escaping her lips. “Thanks for the drink.” 

Brandon walked the streets of Thorn Haven as the afternoon sun shone down on him. For someone with the ability to teleport and who was in possession of a number of cars, Brandon made it a point to take a walk every now and then. After all, despite the seediness and debauchery TH was known for, it also had its picturesque spots. The angel had to make some effort not to think about business though, as his mind went through a virtual checklist of what needed to be done over at Vice. Then it moved on to Bambi, and then to Coco, and then to the girls that were going to be there at the end of the day… why was he walking again?

Lost in thought, he bumped into someone and the Brit turned around and wasted no time apologizing. “I’m terribly sorry, are you alright?” he asked. “I apologize, I wasn’t paying attention.”

Ryan was thankful to get out of her cell, at least for a little bit. She was enjoying the sun and the fresh air. She was so focused on soaking in the sun that she wasn’t really watching where she was going when she rounded a corner. She bumped into someone, or someone bumped into her, whatever. She braced herself against the other body, her hands placed on his biceps. “Oh no. It was my fault.” She apologized quickly as she looked at who she bumped into. “Hey..handsome technically not British guy.” Ryan said as she smiled up at the man. “I’m fine. A little shaken up but I’ll live.” She reassured him. “I’m sorry for bumping into you. I got lost in the sun.” 

When he’d asked her to strip him off, Damien had expected her to be quick and dispose of all items in a jiffy – however, it seemed that Ryan had something else in mind as she took her sweet ass time with it, kissing all over his skin. Not that he happened to mind her idea one bit. It was rather welcomed – it showed her interest, it was reassuring. Again, not that he needed it – but still, it didn’t irk him, it didn’t displease him. When she finally made sure his underwear was also discarded, Damien hooked one finger under her chin, lifting it up so that she could look him right in the eyes as he asked “Be a good little girl and suck me off. If you do a nice enough job, I’ll make sure we add one more orgasm to my reward system, yeah?”

“Don’t sound so surprised, now.” Damien teased right back. Who would’ve guessed? He certainly didn’t think they’d get to playful banter so soon.. just an hour or so had passed since she’d offered to show him how she reduced the guards to nothing but a joke. The demon carried her into one of his bedrooms and gently laid her down on the bed. “Why don’t you help me take off my clothes, hm?”