|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 1:28 pm
|
|
|
|
Sakara
Sakara awoke with a jolt, finding herself on the floor of a helicopter already in flight. Sitting up, her hand automatically reached for her shoulder, the last thing she recalled was someone coming up behind her and then the painful electricity shooting from her shoulder to the rest of her body. The pain was gone now, but she could remember it quite clearly. "Don't try anything stupid." One of the guards told her over the deafening whirr of the copter blades. Sakara twisted her head to look at the man, only to lower her sea green eyes to the floor. Such a threat would not usually be carried out on a slave that was already bought because they didn't want a complaint about damaged goods. Sakara, however, had no such protection and she knew that very well, for any trace of her being mistreated would be long gone by the time she reached her new owner. She pulled herself into a ball, her tangled, icy blue hair covering her face, only then did she allow herself to wonder what her new Master might be like. A few minutes later the helicopter began to descend, upon touching the ground the blades slowed and then stopped. The overwhelming silence was broken when the two guards stood up, one of them taking the opportunity to kick her. Sakara quickly found her way to her feet without complaint and followed the first guard out of the helicopter. Standing in the courtyard, she saw before her a beautiful oriental palace, the setting sun turning the pristine white to a flaming orange. She stopped short to gaze at the dazzling view, the slight wind blew her simple blue dress against her body, the material was torn in a great many places and dried blood made pieces of it cling to her skin. Sakara unconsciously took a step forward and stopped, the stone warming her bare feet. She tugged nervously on her collar, her eyes roaming the palace and surrounding courtyard for any sign of her new Master.
(If I put it in the wrong place just tell me and I will move it. 3nodding )
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
High-functioning Hellhound
|
Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 2:21 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 3:34 pm
|
|
|
|
Sakara
Sakara caught sight of Damion almost instantly and couldn't help but scrutinize him. He was muscular, but no grotesquely so, and he walked with an amazing litheness only achieved by great warriors. The wind played with his long black hair but it was the displeasure she saw in his charming blue eyes that worried her. The offensive guard understood his irritation though and took a step back, not wishing to anger him further. Sakara hastily averted her eyes and removed her hand from her collar when he drew closer, remembering a bit late that most masters didn't like her staring at them. Putting her hands together in front of her, she began to nervously pull at her tattered dress. Sakara cringed instinctively when he spoke, his powerful voice reverberating off of the walls, she recovered quickly and dropped into a low and graceful curtsy. Even after rising from her curtsy, she kept her head bowed in deference and fear, not knowing that he was unhappy with those who brought her here and not her. Now that he was closer to her, Damion could see that despite her unruly hair and ruined dress there didn't seem to be a single mark on her skin. "Sakara, Master." She whispered softly, using the title that came to her lips so easily, instead of his name.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
High-functioning Hellhound
|
Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 5:59 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 11:03 am
|
|
|
|
Sakara
Still steadfastly staring at the ground, she didn't see the smile that appeared on his face. Damian's welcome did little to reassure her, she'd had a great many Masters that did the same, only to beat her or throw her in the dungeon later. Since he didn't seem to be demanding an answer she remained silent, until he reached his hand out. Sakara cringed away as soon as she saw his hand, her experience telling her that violence was more likely than kindness. When Damian's hand failed to touch her, she glanced up at him uncertainly. He was offering his hand, and he didn't seem angry; Sakara hesitantly put her slim hand into his palm. The guard wasn't too affected by Damian's next words, though he was a bit irritated that the Master had such keen eyes that he had seen his rough treatment of his slave from so far away. Sakara, on the other hand was surprised, she hadn't caught sight of him until she was out of the helicopter. That he had seen her before that made her more wary of him, even though it seemed he was trying to protect her. Sakara wanted to pull her hand away but feared the retribution if she did; instead she avoided his gaze by staring at their linked hands and followed him obediently.
"Damn Masters," the guard muttered when Damian and his new slave were out of earshot. "It wouldn't surprise me if her last master half killed her yet he's worried about a harmless kick?" He continued incredulously. "I did tell you that they could get rather angry if you mess with their slaves after they're paid for." The other guard replied as they both stepped into the helicopter. As soon as they were both seated again, the helicopter lifted off and headed back to the slave shop.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
High-functioning Hellhound
|
Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 7:51 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 10:18 am
|
|
|
|
Sakara
Sakara saw Damion slip out a knife and toss it behind him and heard it impact with the glass. She felt the urge to turn and see what damage had been done but Damion didn't stop and she wouldn't pull away from him to see. Sakara's eyes had wandered to his back as they walked inside, only to shift her gaze away when he turned to face her. She listened quietly as he spoke and answered with a simple, "Yes, Master." She was a bit relieved when he started to walk away, a chance to be alone and explore would be nice, but then he turned back. Sakara had already caused several problems today, some of which were the reason for the guard's treatment of her, which is why she had been trying so hard to be unobtrusive. She had taken her punishments without complaint and did not desire more pain, but she wanted his pity even less. Her eyes snapped up to meet his unwavering gaze, a fierce glint showing through where there was only submission before. "It only takes a Master to punish a slave, and you're the one I should be the most afraid of because most Masters don't like other people touching their possessions." Her words were sharp, carrying a confidence that seemed impossible for how introverted she first appeared. It only took a second for Sakara to realize what she had just done, one of her hands flew up to her mouth as if she could push the words back in. She hadn't meant to snap at him, especially because he was trying to be nice, but after everything else that happened before she came here, she couldn't stand to take his pity. Her gaze flickered around uncertainly, wanting badly to escape whatever retribution she was to receive. The logical part of her told her she couldn't get away if he didn't want her to, but she felt herself backing away from Damion anyways.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
High-functioning Hellhound
|
Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 11:43 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 10:49 am
|
|
|
|
Sakara
Damion's touch halted her movement, even though his hold wasn't forceful she was still a bit worried. This close to him Sakara could smell the familiar musky aroma that came from hard labor. It wasn't the sweetest scent, but she was in no place to complain, she was barely clean enough to be considered presentable and the stench of blood still lingered on her. His first words eliminated her fear completely for the moment, replacing it instead with a nervousness that sent a deep blush across her cheeks. Sakara lowered her head in an attempt to hide it from him, some of her hair falling in front of her face. The feel of his finger tracing her palm was strangely calming but did little to get rid of her blush. Listening to him she could understand his anger, she had been the first to point it out after all, but she couldn't comprehend what he was planning to do with the guards that had been assigned her or how it was 'worse than death'. Sakara didn't see his smile, having kept her eyes down while he spoke, but when he let go of her hand she couldn't help but feel that something was lacking. She glanced up after him, curious and unsure what to do. Then Damion turned back to her, she was glad when he told her that it wasn't that he was pitying her, but didn't understand what was meant when he said that their places could be switched. A small smile graced her lips at the ridiculous notion of a Master that respected his slave, and she let her eyes shift away shyly when he smiled playfully at her.
Once Damion was gone she looked around curiously, taking in the details of the room she had been too preoccupied to notice before. Sakara was not one to stand still in a new place, especially if she had been given permission to go almost anywhere. She practically flew down the hallways, her feet hardly making a sound. Sakara had learned to memorize a house quickly because of her previous Masters, however that did little to dampen her excitement of exploring her new home. She moved swiftly from room to room, leaving everything the way she had found them. After scouring the bottom floor she decided it was best to not make Damion wait too much longer. Sakara easily found her way to his apartments and knocked lightly on the door. She had done nothing to make herself more decent, even if she did think about it she wouldn't have known what to do since she was used to being told what she was supposed to wear.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
High-functioning Hellhound
|
Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 6:33 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri May 16, 2014 1:03 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
High-functioning Hellhound
|
Posted: Sat May 17, 2014 9:24 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat May 17, 2014 3:12 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
High-functioning Hellhound
|
Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 6:36 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|