#ahphpastthread

The day was still young as the noon hour seemed to teeter over the lives of those who lived on Xenedria. The Gordanian had no problem wandering the streets of Achenar, not that far away from his own home. He owned a little apartment on the edge of the city of lights, and recently had decided that he was going to stay in the city more, albeit get a handle on things. The world had changed in forty years since his hermitage, and while he found it a bit hard to adjust, he found he wasn't having such a hard time of it as he was. The weather that day was rather beautiful, and the Gordanian had thrived on it. His skin glowed a warm green, and his birthmark seemed brighter than normal as it caught the sun, the light-brown hue dancing over the green skin of his own family. The Wixilan clan had significantly dwindled down, and now his father was getting older, the responsibilities started to fall on Ahph's own shoulders. He would rise to the occasion and conqure it all, but the thought was terrifying. Maybe that was why he was in the city; not only to get his life straight, to mingle with people, but to also return home with a slave, someone he could enjoy his days with, train to be the perfect pet that would service him in more than one way. Or, perhaps, he wouldn't return until after the death of his father, when he would have to reappear as a figure, remind the Gordanassi settlement that everything was fine and settled and appeared in working condition. He knew some of his settlement would feel rather awkward and out of place with the first Wixilan leader gone -- after all, his grandfather had settled the area they lived in on Xenedria, and when he passed, his parents had taken the seats in a duo. Of course, Ahph wasn't going to rule with someone -- if anything, he'd find himself a pretty little slave and have them produce his child, the next heir to the seat that the Wixilan clan contained. Otherwise, it was really no big deal to the recently emerging hermit. After all, the Wixilan clan wasn't a monarchy; they were just leaders, with very powerful tongues that led their people to great victories against other planets a long time ago back on their home planet of Luminae IX. The day was still young in Ahph's mind as he walked around the shopping center, lost in thought as he watched people go this way and that. Achenar was a hub of different types and species, and he knew if he wanted to find someone fun to talk to, it wasn't too hard to find them. His bright eyes cast over the various forms, various things going this way and that, but something caught his eye -- a mess of white-blond hair that seemed to catch the skylight's bright sunshine. She was sitting by herself, looking at paperwork as she ate, and look at that -- Ahph figured he'd invite himself to go sit with her. Fluid motions seemed to close the distance between himself and the woman, and soon enough he was pulling the chair out on the opposite end of the table and taking a seat, "A wonderfully beautiful one like yourself shouldn't be alone," he smiled as he settled down. He was a flirt, but an arrogant one, who went for something he saw as attractive. He reached his hand out, offering it to her, knowing his green skin probably offset her a little, but he didn't mind that. He was too wrapped up in taking in her features, "Ahph Wixilan. And you?"

Ahph Wixilan allowed a rather agitated sigh escape from his mouth as he watched Priscilla being pulled away but not one, but two people again, and he turned his attention to his boy as James returned. James seemed a little like his feathers were ruffled, and after taking his wine with one hand, allowed the other to rest in James' soft hair as his boy seemed to lean against him. His voice was hushed as he spoke about the party, his clear displeasure eminent as he watched the scenes unfold, the music start, and obviously, his intentions being interrupted. Didn't any of these people know about manners? About how if someone like the host was talking, then they'd still be able to mingle with the hostess later on? "It may seem we're not going to be staying for too long tonight, my love. It seems we'll have to connect with Ms. Perkins later on, when there's not so many rude members of society around." He allowed his fingers to gently tease and twist strands of James' hair before turning his attention from the party to his slave. Out of all those that were there, it seemed that James was one of the more well dressed ones, and obviously less chatty of them. Then again, Ahph gave zero fucks about any one else. He kept the reassuring hand on James' head as he pondered about the situation, and when it should be the time to move. He was quite content to sitting here and drinking his wine, and he only turned his eyes back to James when his boy had stated the wine tasted awful, and gave a light chuckle in amusement. Seeing how good James was with alcohol and with everything going around them, it was a miracle his boy was there with him. Had he not, Ahph would've happily stolen Priscilla back without any single fucks in the world. It was a Gordanassi trait, he was sure. While they were mostly peaceable, they were always -- always-- on the hunt. "It's an acquired taste. Let me finish my wine, and then we will go fetch you another drink. Perhaps one of those "strawberry vodka" things humans used to like all the while in the past? I do not know what they're called, but it sounds rather flavorful," Ahph pointed out, thinking about it for a long moment. It had been a very long time since Ahph had engaged in the wonders of drinking, and he wasn't going to let himself have too much. This drink, after all, didn't taste as good as the standard drink of the Gordanassi people. The culture different was amazed. He started to saunter in slow moves with James next to him -- leaving the two semi-full glasses of wine -- to bring James back towards the bar. He sipped his drink as they walked, their motions fluid and gentle, and quite honestly, he enjoyed having James pressed up against him like ht was. "Tell me, James. What got you all nervous and closed off? You were so excited to be coming to the party. Are you nervous because there's a lot of people around now? Please do not hide stuff from me, my darling. I want to know what's going on in your head, and how to help you." The arrived at the bar, and he pulled out one of the stools for James to sit in. Ahph was in no mood to sit as he let his eyes glass over the party again. As he set the empty wine glass down, he ordered one of those crankberry or crowberry (he means cranberry) and vodka drink, and passed on his own. This alcohol wouldn't get him anywhere drunk, and while the idea of seeing James being drunk amused him, it wasn't the time nor place to get him drunk. That was a private affair. He let his hands coast over James' back, resting one in the small of his boy's back as he leaned in and whispered quietly, "You're being such a good boy for me, James. Honestly. Maybe we'll have a nice long session when we get home, and maybe I'll let you pleasure yourself." It was a gentle reminder that James had to be good to receive his reward, and as it was standing, James was being very good. It pleased Ahph.

The night had started with avid hands wrapping the tie around his neck first, giving it a rather avid attention to an Eldredge tie knot, which twisted and turned and eventually sat on the crevice of where his collar bones met neck and right above his sternum. The knot was important to Ahph, who was dressed in rather human like clothing, which included a nice, long pair of dress slacks, rather shiny shoes and a comfortable set of shirts underneath a blazer made the look important. He didn't mind going as the green skinned male he was, and he gave a long debate with himself on whether or not he wanted to use his ability and make himself look "normal." Dismissing the idea, he set himself with the small gift he'd bring to the party, which was nothing but a rather small box which contained earrings for the hostest herself, and went to check on James, who would be his partner for the dance. He had, thus far, enjoyed his time with his young male slave, the way he worked hard to please Ahph while proving to be an equally challenging product of the buy. Ahph didn't hate it one bit. The purchase was something he needed, and the companionship within the small, dusty apartment was useful. He had tied James' knot on his tie in the same fashion of his own, straightened his boy's collar and jacket, and reminding him that, should be be an extremely good boy tonight, the chastity cage would come off, and that he would be able to orgasm that night. He had kept his boy nice and locked up since they arrived at home the day Ahph brought him home several days ago, and he was sure the need for that sexual release was prone to make James be such a good boy for him. He wouldn't leash or chain James to him, but would keep an eye on his boy, should he decide to wander off out of distance from Ahph's immediate vicinity at the party. Once both he and his pet were ready, Ahph led the way through several streets and on a few public hovercrafts before finding themselves at the entrance of the Perkin's estate, which seemed dazzling and large. It wasn't that Ahph was jealous, but he was rather awed by the residences in the city compared to the small tents he was used to in Arthulon. Forty years, he decided, has been far too long to see the changes that seemed to grow throughout the wonderful city. Dismissing his thoughts, he rested his hand on James' hip and ushered him towards the door, humming quietly as he debated what he wanted to do. He wanted to ask Pris to dance, and would hopefully engage in a wonderful conversation with her, but the tag along of James would make it a little harder to keep an eye on him while dancing. He'd figure it out, he was sure, balancing both on a rather precarious scale that would allow him to not only assert his power over his slave, but rope himself into a more interesting relationship with Ms. Perkins. Stepping inside, he dusted his tuxedo off and gently nudged James towards the servant,"Take the ticket. Then follow me, sweetheart." He gave his boy a reassuring smile, turning his attention to stepping towards where he heard the music, knowing James wasn't far behind. He stayed closer to the walls, watching what little guests had arrived thus far and looked at James,"What would you like to do while we're here today? I do wish to ask our lovely host if she would like to dance at some point, but until then, and then afterwards, you're all mine. Would you want to dance? Perhaps have one alcoholic drink? You make your voice known; as long as you're good, you will receive." And it was true. Ahph withheld things his slaves wanted when they were naughty, but returned and gave when they were good. It was, to him, one of the ultimate ways of training.

Ahph had decided to ignore the question his new slave had asked until they had managed to walk out of the slave house. To keep James close to him, he let his hand rest upon the slave's neck, holding him in a firm but oh so gentle hold as they walked, "To answer your question, yes. I want you to walk around with an erection tight in your pants. These clothes leave little to the imagination as it is, and we're going to get you some new things. After all, I can't have you living like you are in my home. We're going to be in the city for several weeks, if not months, but in the mean time, you'll have training and other obligations that I will want you to fulfill. One of the things you'll be trained of is your obedience. So, the first order you have is to keep your erection but if you orgasm, you will be in severe trouble." Ahph smirked. The walk wasn't far from the Pens to the shopping center, and that's where he led his boy. He debated what items to get him, aside from some nice clothes, both important clothes and clothes that Ahph could rip off of his boy. He thought about it for a long moment as he directed James in through the front of the shopping center and towards a store that promoted the fancier clothes of long, wonderful colored ball gowns and tuxedos. Ahph pondered for a long moment on what color would suit James, but he figured he'd let his boy decide; a small bit of freedom for a boy forced into eternal slavery with Ahph. "I have an obligation in a few days for a party I will attend. It is a black tie event, and both master and slave should dress the part. I am thinking I will bring you along, but it is truly up to you. If you decide to forgo the party, I will keep you in the apartment and locked up so you can't escape while I am around. If you decide you do wish to go, well, we'll purchase you a nice tuxedo now, so that you will not be rushing at the last minute to get your suit together," Ahph explained all of this as they walked into the store, and towards the men's section. Ahph's tall structure was never going to fit any of these suits, and it was another reason why he had come here: he was picking up a custom made suit that had just recently arrived. Looking over James' body, erection faltering a little, Ahph gave a pleasant smile, "What color should our ties be, my lovely James? Perhaps a royal purple to show the status of my family name and your status as my pet? Or maybe a gorgeous, dazzling blue that brings out the highlights of our eyes?" he asked, curious as to what James would say. He led his boy into a section of full piece suits, which included the vest and a stark white undershirt, and he browsed around, pondering which size James would need.

Ahph Wixilan was no stranger to owning slaves. He has had years upon years of dealing with them: training, owning, breaking. All of the slaves he had were broken in one way or another. It was just his own way of doing things. He liked individual pets, ones with their own personality, but at the same time, were broken enough that Ahph himself could put together the pieces, glue them in the wrong spot or fix the broken glass into a whole new stained glass window. That was the fun part of owning slaves, at least in the Gordanian's mind. The complete control over a slave. It was highly intoxicating. But it had been awhile since he owned a slave, and while he was still confident in his firm hand, he knew that his possessiveness was there, rather dominant and front forwards. He couldn't help it. It was just one of the things that made him unique. He was someone who enjoyed pulling the strings, twisting the minds of slaves and making them interested in him, as much as he was interested in them. Maybe it was the reason why he had decided to grace the walls of the slave house. He wore casual Gordanian garb, which were the hides of animals once hunted and used for other amounts of necessity. The Gordanassi clans hardly wasted a thing from what they hunted, and even then, they still had plenty left over to store. This gave him a rather comfortable looking garb, even though it was made of tough and thick skin with a layer of rough hairs on it. The skin was oddly breathable, and rather flexible to allow various amounts of movement and abilities to be had. His green skin looked darker in the light of the warehouse, and he took his time as he casually browsed through slave after slave. As of yet, nobody had caught his attention. There was nobody here he was willing to be interested in, but when his eyes followed a young man pacing around his cage like an anxious animal, the Gordanassi stepped towards the cell and browsed at the information. He was a toy, one named James. The vital stats told him of things that he wanted to know, but he wanted to hear them from the slave, to see how he would react to physical contact or to face to face confrontation. He coughed as he straightened his back and let his bright blue eyes study the long, shapely legs that trailed up to a nice set of buns and a well defined back. He'd be a pretty pet, Ahph told himself, humming at the thought. He was a possessive little shit once someone got his interest. But he wouldn't buy with reckless abandon. If he was too much work, he'd pass along and find someone else. He liked a challenge, but there was a difference between a challenge that would require a little bit of breaking down, or a challenge that would involve a total deconstruction of the subject at hand. When he got the boy's attention, he gave a smirk, "Nice ass. I bet it'd look prettier naked. Why don't you give me a good strip show, Mr. Toy Boy." He wasn't ordering just yet. He just wanted to see how this James kid reacted to the statement and the potential order. Hell, he was hoping to get a reaction from the nickname itself.

Ahph was rarely the type to leave James at home, spread out in bed with the blankets covering his lithe body, only for the master himself to venture out by himself. He liked having James' body close, but he knew his boy would need some sleep, to cradle the warmth of Ahph's apartment in the city and to just enjoy his day off. Ahph would return later to tease the warmth of James' body again, but for now his boy was locked up tight in the apartment. Ahph had made sure that James wouldn't be able to leave, with a keycoded doorlock that worked on either side, and only a specialized code was able to unlock it. And, knowing James, his home was up high enough that his boy wouldn't dare to get himself free -- the jump would surely injure him. Ahph gave a light chuckle as he thought about it, walking leisurely to his place of interest for that day. He had decided to buy James some entertainment for while Ahph was gone like today, or even better, books on hunting. Ahph's reading skills in other languages besides his own was shoddy, but he could do it, at least, for the most part. The word "hunt" only had four letters in English, right? Although, for Ahph, letters were much harder to read than pictures were. He had made his way through most of the warehouse, and still couldn't find what he had been looking for. After a few minutes of feeling rather frustrated, he was on his way through finding the front door and the owner who was sitting behind the check out counter. He grumbled quietly under his breath as he walked, his hands dancing across the sand kobold clothes that he wore. It was rather warm in the warehouse, but it wasn't at all as hot as the deserts that Arthulon was housed in, and Ahph actually quite liked the warmth. He let his hands find pockets of the pants he wore underneath his sand kobold shirt, and as he walked, he pondered what else he should buy. Books really... weren't his thing. He doubted they'd really ever be his thing. In his culture, they didn't have books; their history and cultures were passed down orally, so it didn't matter that they had books. Plus, they didn't have traditional homes like everyone else here had -- it was just a cultural difference. He pondered how he'd bring the books he bought back to James; he didn't want to get them ruined by the sand and heat of the weather in the desert. He could leave his books at their apartment, but then James wouldn't have them. It was all things that Ahph had to debate and think about when the time came. He had turned a corner, almost walking into a small woman who wasn't paying attention herself. A rather agitated look crossed over the Gordanassi's face, and he leered down at her -- she was basically the size of his hand. He could pick her up and throw her to her death had he really wanted to. "Excuse you, too. At least I was paying attention to where I was going. If anything, who stands in the bend of a walkway and doesn't pay attention?" His mood wasn't good enough to deal with a bitch like this, and he wouldn't tolerate it. He just had to make sure that if anything, he didn't toss her over the railing of the third floor and back down to the ground floor. His temper sometimes made him do things like that.

Out of the entire time he was in the pens, Ahph had only found one singular slave that had caught his attention. He didn't frequent the pens often; not only did he find it strange and weird to see people and others locked up in cages like animals, but it was just something he wasn't used to. If he wanted a slave, he'd just take one from another and claim it as his own. But, that wasn't allowed anymore, apparently, so Ahph had to make way with what he had been given. So, as leisurely as he wanted, he stepped through the rows of slave, looking here and there, stopping occasionally to see what goods he was interested in, but nobody really interested him just yet. He liked slaves with a little bit of curiosity in the world in their heads, and the quiet obedience that lurked behind the eyes and in the heart. Even if it needed a bit of training, those were the slaves he was interested in. He was interested in ones who would, should he decide to take a female, one who would breed the most logical child of his, one who would be able to succeed his seat once Ahph was old and about to pass away into the depths of death. He was, now that he realized it, a rather particularly picky caretaker and master, so every slave he had was a perfect, concise agreement between how they reacted and how he could train them. After all, having a slave trained too much wasn't worth his time, and having a slave with no thoughts of his or her own wasn't fun at all. There was literally a perfect little battle that he was always interested in, and unfortunately, not many slaves in the pens truly interested him. So, it was really with a heavy heart that he browsed through the slaves in the cages today. He wore what were traditional human clothes today, instead of the traditional Gordanian clothes of pelts made of previously hunted animals that were a staple of the Arthulon settlement out west. He let his fingers and hands dance into the pockets of the nice slacks he wore, something that wasn't over the top dressy, but dressy enough to give him a rather sharp feature of his slimmed, toned body, and he walked with idle eyes. The slave he stopped in front of had blue skin, and all she did was stand there. He only slowed and stopped to stare at her, returning the look she gave him, before waiting for a second longer. Nothing about this slave seemed truly appealing, and he wanted to see what she would do. He was truly just looking to see if anyone was going to catch his attention, but otherwise, he was just going to pass along and return to his little apartment empty handed. It wasn't really a bad thing for him, either. He had other things he'd have to take care of before he settled on finding someone to have as a pet to take care of.

The mornings were sometimes Ahph's favorite time of day. The Gordanassi coudn't really explain why he loved it so much, but he did. He loved the warmth upon his skin, the way the sky was painted hues of oranges, purples, greens and blues instead of the bright neons of blues and slightest greens that it normally was. He loved the way the ring reflected the light of the universe and seemed to create a feeling of gorgeousness painted through the sky, although he wasn't always interested in it. The world outside of Achenar was much different than inside the city. The bright city lights definitely dulled the gorgeousness of the morning. Maybe it was the reason Ahph didn't often come into the city. Even after forty years, he was still no fan of the hustle and bustle of the world within the city limits. He wasn't really a fan of crowds. Out in the western deserts of Xenedria, the only real civilization was the settlement of Arthulon, which even then only had a couple thousand people within the walls. It was a small settlement, even after how many years of it being there, but even then, not many people dared to travel towards Arthulon. The climate was either too hot, too dry or too sandy for their liking. That was fine with Ahph regardless -- the less people that came, the more food, clothes and items they had for their own personal hunting needs. Surprisingly, Sand and Rock Kobolds were rather wealthy in trade in the city of Achenar, and he figured, if he wasn't going to find a slave, he could sell some of the harvested bones and pelts he no longer wore. But today, today's warmth of the sunshine and the clear sky of the morning brought Ahph from his small, still relatively dusty apartment and out through the park. Being a hunter for a lifestyle meant the caretaker had to keep himself in line, and fitness was rather important in his daily routine. Plus, it curbed the possessive streak he found himself to have lately, and he knew that keeping his mind on fitness made him feel more focused, more alive and definitely a lot less wound up to deal with anyone who seemed to talk to him. He was halfway through the park, lost in his thoughts as he ran, when he heard swearing from a man and a kid starting to cry. Well, that was rude. He slowed his footsteps and turned to look at the man as he walked away. He looked like he didn't have an actual home, and for a moment, Ahph snorted. Homes weren't something that he was accustomed to, until he came to Achenar. There was a difference between a home, like his dusty apartment, and his tent, which was mostly free for anyone should they need a place to lay down. Then again, humans and most other species here were weird, and the Gordian didn't understand it for the most part. Tensing his shoulders and letting the heartbeat settle down, he approached the homeless one and stopped him in his track. Firm, controlling voice slipped out as he spoke, more because he was displeased with the behavior out in public than because of possessiveness, "That's no way to treat someone who has a child around. Go apologize, or I will happily call the authorities and you'll find yourself as a slave in the Pens." He probably wouldn't, but the threat would go a long way -- and hopefully an apology, even if the man didn't mean it, would appear.