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High-functioning Hellhound
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 Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 9:14 pm
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☳▶▷▶▷ＤＡＭＩＡＮ◁◀◁◀ ☳ ↙╔══════════════╗↘ Damion turned to her with his eyes slightly narrowed. He wondered at both her tone of voice and the way she held her body. "If I were angry with you, you would indeed know it." He rumbled as he turned to her. He walked across the carpeted floor until he stood before her. His muscular arm moved quickly but easily to take her chin in his hand and would make her look up into hie eyes. His eyes smoldered with intensity as he examined her face, as though searching for something in her eyes. When he was satisfied in his search, he nodded placed his hand in between her breasts and would gently press until she was flat on her back on his bed. His eyes never left her as he crawled onto the bed.... Only to sit next to her, and begin drying her off. His face was impassive, as he worked delicately over her body, with a controlled gentleness that his mastery ave him, though he made it look effortless. "I don't know the brand you bare. I was going to wait until you were ready to tell me about it, However I now am curious." He stated as he worked over her, gently catching the water that trailed across her stomach and shoulders. ↖╚══════════════╝↗
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Ferocity into gentleness... stubborn into mentoring... Devastation into kindness.... Warrior Preacher of Peace and Righteousness to all. Thats what makes this angry monster into a man |
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 1:29 am
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Sakara
With her eyes on the floor, she didn't see him turn back but his thunderous words carried easily across the room to her. "Not at me, at... him." Sakara's voice which had started out strong, faltered at the end as her thoughts slipped back to the cruel Master that had branded her. She snapped back as Damian's feet came into sight and immediately wished she could take her words back; if he truly wasn't angry, she didn't want to give him a reason to be. His hand caught her chin in a firm grip, not giving her the chance to find a way out of the situation, instead forcing her to look up into his smoldering eyes. Avoiding his gaze was no longer an option, though she wished to hide from his fierce scrutiny. Still, she couldn't conceal the lingering torment in her eyes; the damage done to her by past Masters that her body was unable to show. Completely absorbed in the stormy eyes of the man that now held her, Sakara's arms dropped slowly back to her sides. With a simple nod of his head, Damian released her a moment later and then gently pushed her onto her back so she was lying on his bed. Her heart raced, the desire to run from the all too familiar circumstances held in check only by her knowledge that he was entirely capable of stopping her. As he followed her onto the bed, she could not stop the apprehension she was feeling from appearing on her face and she couldn't disperse it completely even after seeing his dispassionate features. Sakara bit back her objections as he began to dry her, taking care to treat her delicately. As his hands moved down to her stomach though, she realized there was no longer anything covering her brand and quickly slipped a hand over the marking, but by then it was too late to hide anything. Damian had already been given plenty enough time to see the five black diamonds burned into her pale skin. Sakara ignored her Master's implications, turning her head away from him and refusing to speak. She was unable, however, to stop the thoughts that entered her mind:
He was a Master, no matter how strange, so how could he not know what it meant for a slave to be branded? Her brand marked her as belonging to the Master who burned her, warning off anyone who would try to take her as well as being a permanent reminder that she would never be free of him. Not only that, Damian, having bought her should already have known about her healing abilities. To leave any lasting damage on her body would be extremely difficult and without a doubt, excruciatingly painful.
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High-functioning Hellhound
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 6:52 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 6:52 pm
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High-functioning Hellhound
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 11:32 pm
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Sakara
Sakara did not move as he finished drying her body and covered her with the towel, but she did notice how tenderly he treated her, as if she were something special. Then his arms wrapped around her, pulling her gently against him, but the first words he spoke didn't truly effect her. Despite his kindness, she knew she should be afraid of him, he was stronger than her and could enter her mind at will. Experience told her that anyone who had that much power over her would eventually use it against her; but she wasn't afraid of him, at least not like her previous Masters. Sakara wanted the gentleness Damian gave her, but she didn't understand how to be anything besides a slave and it worried her that this new Master didn't want her as a slave. She feared that he would grow tired of her or give up and decide to get rid of her, but though he had done nothing to hide his power, she wasn't afraid of him using it on her. Sakara understood his next words even less; it seemed so obvious that he wasn't her former Master, true they shared some traits, but already she could see the vast differences between them. He was right however about him having no more control of her, but she couldn't get rid of the memories, and though they were not all pleasant, she wouldn't give them up even if she could.
Sakara perked up, her eyes darting to Damian's face, believing she must have misheard him, but he didn't take it back. She froze for a moment, as he finished speaking, trying to take in what he had just said... he accepted her as his slave by claiming to be her Master. Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. "Master Damian." She breathed into his ear, practically exuding her delight. In that moment though, she felt a small nagging in her mind, rebuking his last words; there was one person Damian couldn't protect her from. She pushed the thought aside, it didn't matter, he would never come back, not for her.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 11:47 pm
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High-functioning Hellhound
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 12:30 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 10:45 am
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High-functioning Hellhound
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 1:07 pm
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Sakara
His fingers continued to trace her spine, and for once in a long time she wanted the intimate touch. In Damian's arms she felt safe and loved, no longer a toy to be played with and thrown away... at least she let herself hope that. After a moment he pulled away a bit, and she reluctantly loosened her grip on him. Damian stared intensely into her eyes and she looked down, unsure and a bit embarrassed, only to glance shyly back up at him. A gentle smile appeared on her Master's face as he leaned in to kiss her and she lifted her face up to meet him. Kissing him once softly, she slipped out of his grip before he could tighten it around her again, as he had previously done. Sakara stood just barely out of his reach, holding the towel to her body with one hand, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. Childishly sticking out her tongue, she fled the room; glancing back once to see if he was following her.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 12:26 pm
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High-functioning Hellhound
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 1:11 pm
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Sakara
gaia_diamond I'm not yours to break, so why would I stay? gaia_diamond
Sakara paused a moment outside his door, taking the moment before he followed after her to pull the towel around her. She looked quickly around, not having thought of where she was going before she left, and then darted off to the right. Her silky blue hair flew out behind her as she ran, except for the few damp strands that clung to her shoulders. Sakara wove her way gracefully though the hallways, the sound of Damian's footsteps never too far behind. One wrong turn however, led her down to a dead end, with only doors and no other hallways to turn off onto. Slipping into the room closest to her, she stopped, the only way out being the way she came in. Swinging lithely back to the door, she waited for Damian to come catch her.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 1:29 pm
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High-functioning Hellhound
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 3:03 pm
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Sakara
gaia_diamond I'm not yours to break, so why would I stay? gaia_diamond
Sakara closed her eyes as she shut the door behind her; attempting to slow her breathing so she could hear her Master's approach. After a short moment, she heard his steady footfalls, quiet on the carpeted floor. Pulling herself away from the door as Damian drew near, her eyes blinked open. Her hand flew to her mouth before the alarmed cry could reach her lips. Before her was a vast collection of weapons, more than a few were the same kind with which she had been previously tortured. Reason told her that they could do nothing to her without her cruel Master, but that didn't stop her heart from dropping, filled with dread. Sakara swiveled sharply back to the door, instinctively silent as fingers tapped the door's frame. Then she heard Damian's voice, familiar and kind, albeit a little sarcastic. Barely waiting for it to open the few centimeters, she bolted to the door, shoving it out of the way so she could get to her Master. Sakara practically ran into Damian, pressing her body against his and clinging onto the front of his shirt. His presence slowly calmed her racing heart and she managed to throw out a rather childish and accusatory, "Meanie."
gaia_diamond If I cannot be yours then why do you torture me with such kindness? gaia_diamond
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 10:26 am
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High-functioning Hellhound
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