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Kind of weird how Manny still missed Kris when he went away on these business trips without him. He knew that he shouldn’t. He really ought to be happy with the moment of freedom from the man who owned him or whatever, but still. His master’s absence left an odd pang of longing in his chest that only grew as his birthday passed without the standard endearing and bizarre ritual of sex that Kris so loved to coordinate on any holiday. Fortunately, his master allowed him and Bradley to rent slaves. With his roommate out and about – likely with Gareth – Manny sent in a request for someone he knew still down in the Undercroft, sure that Taryn might appreciate a few hours above ground with a shower, good food, and comfortable furniture. 

The shifter answered the door once he heard the guard who’d escorted the other slave knock. “Thanks, I got it from here,” he said, ushering Taryn into the suite and closing the door behind him. He offered the other slave a small, crooked smile. “Thought you might like to get out of that Undercroft for a bit.” 

With both his slaves busy with other things besides himself (rude), Raphael dared to venture down to the Undercroft to see if he could find some alternative entertainment. He had the funds to explore without budget, passing by a few slaves with his features contorting in either disgust or disdain. Some faces he recognized from being here a number of years, others were new, yet nothing really had changed from the last time he’d been down here. He’d have to put in a word to the castle reapers to bring in some new material outside the juvenile-looking twinks with sharp cheekbones and jawlines. 

The ghoul paused on one slave in particular, recognizing him from an encounter during Spring Mischief. Cute, for sure, had a more mature look about him, and he could smell the tint of holy magic washing off of him. Raph so did love playing with celestial creatures yet none of the ones prior that he’d met ever held his interest for very long. The whole righteous and holier-than-thou personality got so boring real quick for a man who enjoyed uniqueness. Perhaps this one might be different, who could say? 

“Ciao, darling,” the demon practically purred as he approached the slave. “Remember me?” 

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With it being a relatively comfortable, warm spring day around the castle, Manny found himself a nice sunny spot to doze off in the gardens in his shifted form. However, what had been intended as a peaceful nap soon turned into something else, the jaguar soon growling and whining in his sleep. Visions of chaos and battle flashed underneath his lids, Manny relived memories of his escape attempt last year before running into Kris. He was so close to the exit and yet his legs refused to respond and move him any further to the door while his master had been occupied with a couple of witches. Until... 

He ran out in front of the heavy blasts of fire, the heat and brightness overwhelming his vision and senses until he startled awake with a predatory snarl, swiftly jumping up onto all fours and ready to strike whoever disturbed him. Fortunately he held back on swiping out with his claws as it took Manny a second to recognize Taryn and he settled down, shifting back into his human form. “Sorry about that, Taryn,” he chuckled, still a little breathless as his heart continued racing in his chest. “Guess I must have been really dead asleep. Nearly gave me a heart attack there.”

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