Bailey Redwood.

   Character Name: Bailey Redwood

   Age: 25

   Species: Gargoyle

   Role: Councilmen, staff members, and villagers should list their country, job title/villager business name here as well. For slave characters, please mention if they are unclaimed or claimed or purchased by someone and who their master is.: Staff (Servant)

Isaac listened patiently, not quite interested in why he’d been so spaced out and hard to grab the attention of, but still wanting to be somewhat cordial. Eyes glancing up at him, he smiled congenially and nodded. “That makes sense. I’m sure it’s easy to do around here.” He actually thought it’d be a little difficult, but perhaps for someone who worked at the castle, it was comfortable enough to get lost in one’s own mind.

“Do you know what time it is? I’ve been a little bit bummed and am dying to get out of the Undercroft for hours…just wondering when it’ll be time to go out to the garden.” And that was the honest truth. He’d been dying to get out of the damp underbelly of the castle since he woke up. So badly that he was entertaining the idea of breaking his own limits with a staff member or master if that meant he could escape the Undercroft for just a little bit.

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Bailey nodded his head and looked down at his watch. “Yes. I believe that it’s about 3:30 PM.” Bailey admitted with a nod of his head. He heard the other man’s words and let out a small hum. “Where you told that someone would escort you to the gardens?” Bailey asked curiously. He had not been given any such orders, although Bailey supposed he could fit that in if the other wanted to go.

“Would you like to go right now?” Bailey offered with a shrug of his shoulder. “I don’t have any orders as of yet, and I suppose going outside wouldn’t be the worst thing right now.” Bailey said with a chuckle as he looked at the other.

“You’re god damn right I do, dumbshit,” Kaden snorted in response, rolling his eyes. Man, he swore some of these staff were dumber than rocks. Why else would he be flagging down a servant. He was also standing out in the hallway shamelessly wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. He’d clearly just gotten out of the shower and it likely wasn’t a coincidence that he was summoning the little servant. He’d detected Bailey’s thoughts and presence outside the walls of his suite and decided to have some much needed fun to ease his boredom. “What do you think I fucking want in this sexed up Disney World? Think you should stop talking and put that mouth to better use on my dick.” 

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Bailey blinked in a confused manner as he heard the other man’s response. He could remember a time when he would have responded in kind. Where his vocabulary was a bit more...Colorful, to say the least. Instead Bailey merely smiled softly at the other. A small chuckle escaped Bailey’s lips before he nodded his head. “If that’s what you desire sir, I would be more than happy to provide you that.” Bailey said politely with a nod. “Shall we do so here? Or would you prefer to do it at your quarters?”

Agreeing to come to Krovs had been an easy choice to make at the time. But that was nearly a year ago and the reality was that he didn’t completely hate it here. Yes, he was annoyed to serve vampires, a little perturbed (understatement of the century) that his ex was here and living upstairs and almost too desperate to take the collar off and fly for a bit. But those annoyances didn’t mean he didn’t at least enjoy the simple pleasures of being here. He liked the attention when he did get it and savored the sweet moments he could gather from that.

Today was one of those days though, one where he was wondering how much longer it would take to work off his debt. He hadn’t explicitly asked when he accepted and he hasn’t been keeping a running tab either. However, he knew asking such a question of the person who brought him here might get him in a lot of trouble and perhaps lose him the attention he was constantly craving.

From the stoop leading into the Undercroft, legs stretched out along the steps, he watched the upstairs world idly. He used to not be able to do this peacefully, but he’s proven to be no flight risk. Hard to be one with this collar, he always thought bitterly to himself. When he saw someone walking by, he sat up a little taller and smiled. “Excuse me,” he called out. Actually, he called out a few times before the other finally responded. With a sweet and warm smile from the fallen angel, Isaac waved off the apology. “I was just wondering if you’re busy. If you are, forget I even bothered you.”

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Bailey blinked as he heard the other man ask if he was busy. Then his lips curved upwards into a soft smile. “Of course not. I always have time to help someone who needs it.” Bailey assured the other with a small chuckle and a shake of his head. “And sorry for being so in my head. Sometimes I tend to get lost in the clouds if I’m not focusing on something.” Bailey admitted with a sheepish grin.

“But yes, to get back to the topic on hand. What did you need help with? I would be more than happy to assist you anyway I possibly can.” Bailey said with a nod of his head and a smile as he looked at hte other man. “As long as it’s something I can provide anyways.” Bailey said with a small chuckle.

Taryn heard the wagon and peered at the offering curiously. A lightbulb clicked and he “ahh’d” as the other explained what was in it. “Well. I would say tell him I said thank you, but please don’t if it’s a bother.” Hands curiously sorted through the supplies as he looked to the man who’d brought it all here. “And a thank you to you as well. The village will benefit from such a kindness. It’s rare here.” He said as he moved things from the wagon to the shelf, sorting it. “Sit if you can. Take a load off. I know that couldn’t have been a fun walk. Guards can be nasty while you’re heading into town. I have some tea, coffee, maybe even cocoa around here as well if you’d like. It’s bitter cold out there.”

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He remembers a time when he dreamed in bright colors. Where he had the confidence to go for what he wanted when he wanted. But the town that he had found himself stuck in? It had stomped each of his dreams down. And Bailey found himself falling into the role of a traditional omega. The gargoyle was quite when he used to be a hot head, obedient when he used to be definitely feisty, and he also used to be married.

Used to being the key word.

His mate had been horrible, and Bailey had never loved the alpha. Which was why he had made a deal with someone at Krovs. A life for a life. They take his mate’s life? And he’ll be more than happy to work at Krovs. Because at least then it’s his CHOICE. Which was the most important thing to him.

Bailey was brought out of his musings by the head butler coming to him and giving him a long list to do. Provide fresh clothes and linens to the slaves and after which he was on room service duty. Bailey sighed as he went about his duties in a fog, almost in a out of body machine-like way. He was so used to the same routine at this point. Which was why he was thrown off when someone seemed to actually be trying to flag down his attention.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you need something?”

Taryn’s shirt was covered in blood from an injury of a fool who’d wandered too close to the forest during the moon. But of course, there was always someone. Someone too foolish, someone too bold. Someone who believed because the monters walked among them in human form, it made them any less feral when they became the beings they were intended to. Sometimes the wounds would scare Taryn. Sometimes he could get through the whole thing without batting an eye. Still he’d made his way back to his residence, door open should anyone else be in need of the healer. When he heard the knock, he stripped the shirt he’d been wearing off. “Come in.”

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Bailey made his way towards the place. Bailey, as a servant, had been asked by a master to deliver a rather sizable donation of goods to the healer. Gauze and bandages, rare medicinal herbs, and even a few elixirs. All of it went over the gargoyle’s head, but that wasn’t his job anyways. A friendly smile came across his face as he bowed after walking in.

“Hello. A master wanted to offer these donations to you. Something about you having practically saved his life a few nights ago.” Bailey said as he pulled the wagon in behind him, the gargoyle taking a moment to remove the tarp. “He even left a card somewhere in here.”

“Nope, they’ve all unfortunately been as slaves,” Manny answered. Frankly he didn’t know which was worse – seeing his loved ones enslaved or here by choice as one of the masters. Probably the former since they had no way out save through the vampires and their money. “The attempts have lessened since I first got here. I think the last try was a claimed slave around last Christmas. He actually apparently got pretty far until his master realized he was missing. Did not end well,” the shifter explained, his nose crinkling in disgust as he remembered seeing the slave after his punishment, his back all torn up from the flogging of a lifetime. “Every time someone tries, they up security, so I wouldn’t recommend it unless you’re, like, suicidal.” 

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Bailey listened to the other man’s words and couldn’t help but to hum. Bailey let out a sigh of discouragement as he heard the other man’s words. Although he supposed it made sense. A place like this wouldn’t be able to stay open if word got out about it. Still....Bailey was determined to get out of here at some point. He didn’t plan on just waiting to die in this shitty castle. “I won’t.” Bailey lied with a shrug of his shoulders. “I don’t plan on dying any time soon.” Now that part he was being completely honest about.

Balerion couldn’t help but laugh when Bailey let out a loud yelp, his eyebrows raised when the other stumbled back and he shakes his head. “You have a death wish. That was barely even half of what I can do.” He tells him. This time, the master was prepared for Bailey to lash out, when the other lunged at him, he let him grab his arms but at the last moment, flipped them over with Benji over him. “Pathetic.”

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Bailey rolled his eyes as he heard the other man’s words. “Is that so?” The slave asked sarcastically, his eyes narrowing as he glared at the other. Bailey let out a grunt as he lunged for him, only to suddenly find himself pinned under the other man. Growling at his words, Bailey attempted to wrap his legs around the other man’s waist and to use it as leverage to suddenly move to the side in a attempt pin the other man underneath him.

Seth hummed, not commenting any further. He could see the point even if he disagreed. He liked to think that trying not to cause something inevitably had a funny way of leading to the same effect. “I think you are,” he answered, tucking his spell book under his arm as he stood. “I think you just need an escort for supervision, which I can do. And then we can head on to the game room,” he offered. Why he was entertaining this slave, he wasn’t sure. Perhaps he was just that bored and a little lonely now that he and Shade weren’t speaking. “C’mon,” he said, gesturing for Bailey to follow him to the rows of fiction. “Go pick out what you’d like and we can head to the front desk with them.” 

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To Bailey’s credit, Balerion didn’t take him seriously and the jab that was directed at his nose did in fact hurt, not as much as Bailey was probably hoping that it would though, the jab that followed was avoided narrowly by the dragon. “Not bad, Not bad.” He mumbles and wipes his nose on his sleeve before he throws a punch of his own at the others jaw, putting every ounce of his power into it.

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Bailey would like to say that he took the punch to the jaw without letting out a single sound, but he wasn’t exactly into lying to himself. A rather undignified yelp escaped the gargoyle’s lips as Balerion hit him with a rather intense punch that had him staggering back for a moment. “Hm...Maybe super twink was giving you to much credit. Maybe just twink.” Bailey said sarcastically before he lunging at the other, attempting to pin him to the ground.

Kharmine could be found in the library every other day. He had his own routine he followed, and made his round around the castle while his mind thought of the projects he’d taken from the council. He was almost ready to go on his next expedition, should they ask, even though he had an itch to get away that he couldn’t quite scratch. Most of it having to do with a certain bird, but he only blamed himself for getting into that situation. The fae had been so lost in his own thoughts and a rather healthy stack of books tucked underneath his arm, he hardly noticed the closer he got to someone else. When he had noticed, he had to pause, violet hues staring directly at the young man for quite a still moment. He would no doubt notice that he had. When he is addressed, he blinks quickly and manages an awkward smile. He wasn’t one for small conversation, finding it to be rather boring– which was probably why he lacked in the friend department, but he didn’t mind too much. “Something to do?” He’d question with a tilt of his head. “In what way? I’m afraid I am doing research right now. Unless you like to read about artifacts of old, I’m afraid I do not have much to offer.”

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“In what way?” The gargoyle quoted back before shaking his head. “In the ‘I’m bored out of my mind and need something to pass the time’ way.” Bailey said with a snort. He then heard the other man continue talking and groaned. “Are they at least magical artifacts?” Bailey was interested in magic. As a dragon and a werewolf, he doesn’t have access to it. But that doesn’t mean he hasn’t tried to learn stuff about it. At least it’s better than the human non-fiction shit. “Magical items are bad ass to read about. If you’re talking about that boring human stuff? Then bleh.” Bailey said, making a face as he did so.

Balerion let out a laugh when he was called a supertwink by the man in front of him and he smiles. “Haven’t heard that one before.” He chuckles. “I’ll be entertaining for four seconds if you manage to entertain me for more then three.” The master counters. “Not really the begging type, usually I leave that to lesser beings. I’ll let you have the first swing. Come on, cupcake.”

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The gargoyle growled at the boy’s words. Oh, he was definitely going to enjoy this. Even if he doesn’t have the strength that he normally has from his wolf side, Bailey has always been surprisingly fast, agile, and flexible. So he decided to quickly toss a jab towards the other man’s nose, which would soon be followed by an uppercut to the man’s chin. “You feeling okay there, princess?” He taunted with a smirk.

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In truth reading was not something he found himself doing too often, something about sitting still for hours didn’t sit right with him. Perhaps it had to do with the nature of his being, as a bird he would move around quite a bit, but since his stay at the castle that wasn’t the case. He’d not subject himself to further stillness if he could help it, however, he knew Skye was into it so he tried his best to open himself up to it, as well. Hence why he was in the library, surrounded by books he had no idea even existed, nor real interest in reading them. 

He stood at a section, looking at the spines of books as he zoned out in his search to find something interesting. That was until he heard a voice from the guy sitting not too far from where he stood. “I do, but I probably would get in trouble if something went wrong.” Like a row of books catching on fire. Though the opportunity to show off was almost too hard to pass up. “Not a fan of reading?”

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Bailey grinned as he heard the other man’s words. Bailey shook his head and chuckled. “Aw...Are you afraid of a little danger? That only makes things more exciting.” The gargoyle said with a cheeky grin as he looked at the other man. “Come on man. You have to tell me what you had in mind now. You can’t leave a guy on a cliff hanger like that.” Bailey said with a chuckle. 

“I am. But I feel like I’ve read enough for today. That’s all there is. Well, that and workout.” Bailey said with a chuckle and a shake of his head. “Maybe I just might have to find a master to fuck me. Even sex with a vampire has to be better than this level of boredom.” Bailey said with a groan.

“You never know. History has a tendency to repeat itself,” Seth noted, sounding rather ominous in his statement. How many times would some species gather together and rally against the vampires only to fail time and time again? It’d happened 200 years ago and twice in the last decade at Krovs. Nonetheless, while knowing the history of the world was important, Seth also understood where Bailey was coming from. Reality did suck and he liked escaping to some fictional world where more often than not the trials and action led to a happy ending. “There is a rather large fiction section in here, in those shelves towards the end,” he directed the slave with his thumb. The witch’s blue eyes fell to the familiar unclaimed collar around the other’s neck before drifting back up to his face. “Well, if you’re not in a reading mood, there is a gym you could go burn off some of that energy. Or there’s a game room I can take you to with arcade shit and a pool table.” 

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“See people say that. But I feel like at htis point that has been said enough times that people go out of their way to not repeat history. Which then makes that an incorrect fact.” Bailey says with a chuckle. He followed the direction of the man’s thumb and the gargoyle’s eyes definitely did light up a bit more at seeing such a large fiction section. “Hm...Are slaves allowed to check books out or something?” Bailey asked. “There’s a freaking game room? Hell yeah I wanna go to that.” Bailey said with a grin on his face.

“That’s…” Manny features briefly twisted into a frown at that. He’d never really had that thought before. Why would he? The most important people in his life had been killed, as far as he knew. “My parents are dead. I don’t know about my older brother, if he’s even still alive or knows I’ve been taken. Most of the friends I had I’ve actually ran into at some point in this place.” His jaw tightened as he glanced away and cleared his throat, a small smile soon forcing its way back onto his face. “Although I’m sure it’s also partly Krovs being that good. I mean, everyone knows this is a thing. The vamps have done their job in ensuring this place has ran smoothly with little to no successful escape attempts in, what, 200 years.” 

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Bailey blinked when the other man’s features twisted into a frown. Did he say something wrong? The gargoyle just asked a question. Something that he figured everyone would be asking or wondering. Perhaps not? “Well shit,” Bailey whistled when the other pointed out that most of the people are dead or have passed through here. “Have they been here as masters? Because if so, that’s royally fucked up my man.” Bailey said with a shrug. Bailey sighs and shakes his head. “Well...That’s one hell of a statistic I suppose.” Bailey said with a shake of his head. “Do a lot of people try?” 

The man had much to learn. “On the contrary.” Gideon began as he set aside the instrument, looking around for a moment before he spotted his second favorite instrument in the room. The hollow body guitar was plucked and tuned as he sat again, letting another tune, much more recent compared to his last, before he glanced at the being before him. “Say a man loves music… it’s his true life’s passion. One could say it’s what his soul is compromised of. He crosses a council member, or in my opinion worse, a witch. Spells can be used to take away your sight, your hearing… rob you of your dexterity. Injuries can be caused to do the same. And if one is robbed of his life’s work…. well most beings mortal or otherwise start searching for a way to end their misery after that. Keep your passion close. It can betray you.”