Character Starters

“Three more.” He told the tender knowing full well it would take a lot to get him drunk, but the master just wanted to try and shake off this mood he was in. As he sat there he stared at people trying to decide who he could fuck. He needed to feed. He then reached out and grabbed the person that walked by. “How would you like to spend a night with me?” 

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“Watch it!” she exclaimed with annoyance, eying the person she’d shoulder crashed with. Her expression was beyond pissy after the day she’d had, feeling dirty and cold all over. If anyone dared cross her now she would jump down their throat without thinking. The entire world better just back the hell off.. 

THE GARGOYLES were perhaps the only ones that no one would find running to the entrance to their cells at the mention of ‘yard time’. Eleonora was included in that. What good little puppies they were, so eager to be removed from their little kennels. On the plus side, it meant that she got the cell to herself for a while. She should have her own cell regardless, but that was another issue. In the back of her mind she counted all of the ways that they were lucky she wasn’t a mistress anymore.

Even the brand couldn’t stop the feeling of eyes on her. She looked over her shoulder, regarding the other with a lift of her left brow, “Stop staring.” Those cerulean hues rolled as she looked back to a magazine that one of the guards had given her. Today’s fashion was so strange, but… cute, in an odd way…

“So what the hell happened here?” Micah asked, gesturing vaguely.  “I’m getting the sense I missed all the fun.” 

“So, anyone know anything about this fairy stuff?” Joanna asked, looking at her hands.  They hadn’t done the glowing thing again since the riots had ended, but it was still unsettling.

He didn’t want to leave everything to Coco so he was getting things sorted, phoning up the necessary people and what-not. He didn’t realize planning a wedding would require much more paperwork than running a club. He was taking a break from all of it and went down to floor - deserted right now save for a few staff mopping and cleaning up since it was midday - and let the bartender pour him a drink. He took a seat and sipped on his drink, his thoughts going here and there, when someone interrupted him.

“I’m sorry, what?”

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This was the only time of day he had to be outside. Leaning on the wall behind him he looked up at the bright sun, closing his eyes and let the feel of it wash over his skin. He missed his fire the most, he missed how it burned his skin when he conjured it. With the brand on his shoulder the closest thing he had was the light of the sun. 

They kept him in chains, his wrists cuffed to the collar on his neck. It gave him low range of movements, but it was enough to get him by. The cuffs worked more as a reminder than anything else, not to him, he knew exactly where he was, it was more for the surrounding ones to feel safe, or to see him as an example. He didn’t care, what ever made them feel like they had him in control. 

Even with his eyes closed he could feel people staring at him. He was still whispered about when ever he passed by. He wondered how long would that last, so he could just pass unnoticed like so many of the other slaves. Arr felt the warm light dimmed as someone stepped closer. Opening his eyes he looked at the entity blocking the sun from him. 

Mathias had been up a grand total of 10 minute and he was allready regretting opening his eyes, rubbing his eyes he rolled over “Another day in hell” he muttered to him self as he looked around, he had been a slave in thorn haven for 30 years now, every day seemed the same, it wasent getting easier. He was cut off from heaven and had very limited acess to his powers, if at all. The sun was shining in on him but it still felt cold inside of his cell. The cold stuck with him, ever since he’d entered this place and it was only getting worse. 

Violet had gone against not only Brandon, but in turn Colombia. When the mistress found out what she had done, it was game over. Curling up in a ball the hound silently cried. She drifted on and off from sleep. Her body ached from the pain that was slowly dying out. How long had she been there? She was not sure. All she knew was Brandon’s words as the guards took her away. No outside time, limited food, and a good beating for what she had done. Though he had beaten her badly in their fight, nearly an inch from her life, the guards wanted in as well. Her body was weak at this point, her mind numb, and emotions scattered. 

It seemed like forever when finally the door opened. Flinching as the guards came in and dragged her out tossing the hound to the floor. Shaking she didn’t bother moving or looking to see who it was. Her arms wrapped around herself as she stared at the floor. “H-Home. I want to go home. S-Sorry. So sorry.” Hiding her face in her hands Violet fell silent as she tried to wrap her head around everything that had happened. Part of her hoped it was Brandon or Colombia, but another part hoped she was just being taken back to the cells. Her thoughts while being trapped had come to twist her mind. She had been abandoned once again. Like in her past Violet was scared and terrified. But this time she had no way of getting herself up. “Food. I-I’m hungry.”

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The brand still burned at her flesh, oh the irony for a girl who had fire in her veins. “ Has anyone told you that you’re quite talkative?” Rhetorical question — they had to have heard it at least once. 

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. 

he had ran until he ran out of breath, which in reality wasn’t very far, but far enough for him to feel safe, even with his unfamiliarity with the town. he had started walking, hands fidgeting at his side out of nervousness as he scanned the area around him. he had only moved a few few feet away before something had come down and knocked him right in the head, causing him to let out a yelp. he grabbed the back of his head, looking down at the sparkling thing that had fell. he leaned down to pick it up, turning it over and over in his hand trying to decide what it was. he would’ve stayed like that for longer until he heard someone behind him, causing him to jump and turn, putting his hands behind his back to hide the mysterious object. “hello?” he called out, backing up a few steps. “who’s there? show yourself!”