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- Esmeralda Acidic - 12-05-2011 [html] OOC: TK please. we can probably just use an NPC for this. She is alone today, without daisuke or scuro. Word Count → 436
Eris had told her about the many co-ranks she could go for, and she had chosen which she was interested in. It had reflected where the girl would find herself this day. She was out searching the borders, looking for something of interest. She needed to capture and train another slave, seeing as many of the slaves that were already here were already trained. Plus, she wanted a reason to shove a ring through someone's nose, and to do he first piercing, as shown by Eris herself. There was little method to the way the girl had been taught, but either way, she still wanted to test out the method for herself. To see if it could be perfected, as well as to find another new brain to pick at, to have maybe has another slave of her own, or to simply let the community have such a slave. <style type="text/css"> .esmeblueplague b {font-weight:bold; color:#ecffff; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 1px;} .esmeblueplague p {padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .esmeblueplague {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#001a32; background-image:url(http://i40.tinypic.com/idgfig.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #420503; padding: 480px 0px 5px 0px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#045172; line-height:16px; text-align:justify;} .esmeblueplague .wordcount {color:#045172; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #ecffff; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} .esmeblueplague .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} </style>[/html] - Yi TaeKyung - 12-05-2011 [html] WC: 616
But there was nothing. She stood alone in the silence. Her body relaxed. Why did He haunt her? Korean ghosts tended to be so vengeful.... The tenebrous female knew not whether Salvia and her darker brother slept; she knew only that she received no command to stay, and so, utilizing tooth and paw, she quietly left the cabin. The morning was calming. Thick, grey mist covered the land, and the cold air held it there. The black wolf moved silently, straying from the cabin and yet remaining within a reasonable perimeter. The teaching wolf, Siv Helsi, had taught her that with submission, Salvia would allow her to train. And indeed, when the martial artist quieted her rage and frustration—however difficult now with her wounded mind—Salvia had shown kindness and allowed her to continue her training. Because of this, the Korean had felt thankfulness, and submission to Salvia and her brother had come much easier. Taekwondo was her only purpose, she had learned, and it superseded her need of freedom. As long as she could train, the simple, black female was content to remain enslaved within Salsola. It was a strange thing with which to be complacent, but the warrior no longer thought as she once did. Things no longer made sense as they once did. Taekwondo was the only thing that mattered to that shattered mind. Having found a place that smelled particularly comfortable, the wolf shook the moisture from her fur and shifted to that unnatural and yet useful shape. In the mist, the Taekwondo artist practiced the .ykt-simplestuff {margin:0px auto;width:425px;border:1px solid white;-moz-border-radius:10px;-webkit-border-radius:10px;border-radius:10px;background-color:#000000;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9px;color:#f1f1f1;padding:5px;text-align:justify;padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;} .ykt-simplestuff b {color:#777777;} .ykt-simplestuff p {text-indent:25px;} </style>[/html] - Esmeralda Acidic - 12-06-2011 [html] OOC: It's close enough I guess. / +466
She would have missed the shadow if she was not so observant. Her floppy ears had pressed back on her head, and she almost took a submissive stance before she had seen a glint on the beast's nose. Immediately, she raised her ears and squared her shoulders. Her tail would have also curled up but it was hidden under her cloak. Those dagger-like blue eyes had peered at the dark beast. She was tall, beautiful. One could wonder what a woman like she was doing as a slave. It was a shame really. That pitch black pelt was beautiful, and yet...the toned woman was a lowly slave. It almost had been the same deal for Daisuke, for he was a very handsome male, yet he was enslaved by Esmeralda. She guessed then that she shouldn't be too surprised. The cloaked woman had moved gracefully closer, still appearing as if she was floating rather than actually walking. .esmeme1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#97605f; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #2a0a09; } .esmeme1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .esmeme1 {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#683737; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/pzpBC.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 260px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#391413; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .esmeme1 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .esmeme1 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Yi TaeKyung - 12-08-2011 [html] WC: 637
When she was addressed as ‘slave,’ the down-cast, lunar orbs shifted to fall upon the base of the cloak, a sign of acknowledgement. It was clear that the pack member was displeased. It took a great deal of control to not respond in likeness, but the martial artist did not want to chance angering Salvia if she heard of such behavior. She did not want to chance losing the privilege of practicing. A nearly imperceptible sigh was released, and with it much tension. “Name is When the stranger suddenly turned, smelling the air, TaeKyung lifted her maw to catch the scent as well. There was indeed a creature that did not have the scent mark of Salsola. Upon receiving the command to follow, the white orbs lifted slightly, to the girl’s shoulder. She wondered why she was required to go—but she had learned that it was not in her authority to question such a command. A small frown tugged at the corner of her silent, black lips, but she did not object. Pure sinew carried her lean form forth, her movements natural—dangerous but graceful. “Okay,” she agreed quietly. “I am not ‘Slave,’” the alto tone continued. “TaeKyung.” Her mind forgot the meaning of ‘slave’ because the stranger had used it so easily in place of her name. While this was becoming commonplace, the Korean was still adjusting. For once, her correction of the name was not meant as disrespect. The black plume flickered behind her, but remained low—almost, but not quite, between her legs. TaeKyung followed silently, but soon she had a question. She wondered at her role in this event, and wondered if she were to protect the younger girl in case of attack. Fighting was her specialty after all. “I kill?” The alto tone whispered simply. She had pulled up closer to the cloaked figure, but remained behind her and not too close. .ykt-simplestuff {margin:0px auto;width:425px;border:1px solid white;-moz-border-radius:10px;-webkit-border-radius:10px;border-radius:10px;background-color:#000000;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9px;color:#f1f1f1;padding:5px;text-align:justify;padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;} .ykt-simplestuff b {color:#777777;} .ykt-simplestuff p {text-indent:25px;} </style>[/html] - Esmeralda Acidic - 12-14-2011 [html] OOC: lalala Word Count → 656
The name that the other had spoken at first had confused the younger canid, and she cocked her head for a moment, until there was a translation that was much easier to understand. Still the name was too complex for the girl to even attempt to say it, so the girl's gears in her head had started to turn as she began to think of something alternative for her to call the slave. She looked at the eyes of the woman, and thought of a phantom, so that was probably what the girl would call the woman. It wasn't like Esme would be able to pronounce any of the other names. The dark canid also told Esme that she belonged to a woman by the name of Salvia. She would have to thank the woman later for the use of her slave, and hopefully the other woman would not be sour at Esme for using the dark canid for her business. She was merely using the woman for something that they would have needed to take care of anyways since there had been someone on the lands that was not supposed to be in the thistle kingdom. <style type="text/css"> .esmeblueplague b {font-weight:bold; color:#ecffff; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 1px;} .esmeblueplague p {padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .esmeblueplague {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#001a32; background-image:url(http://i40.tinypic.com/idgfig.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #420503; padding: 480px 0px 5px 0px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#045172; line-height:16px; text-align:justify;} .esmeblueplague .wordcount {color:#045172; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #ecffff; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} .esmeblueplague .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} </style>[/html] - Yi TaeKyung - 12-17-2011 [html] WC: 616
.ykt-simplestuff {margin:0px auto;width:425px;border:1px solid white;-moz-border-radius:10px;-webkit-border-radius:10px;border-radius:10px;background-color:#000000;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9px;color:#f1f1f1;padding:5px;text-align:justify;padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;} .ykt-simplestuff b {color:#777777;} .ykt-simplestuff p {text-indent:25px;} </style>[/html] - Esmeralda Acidic - 01-15-2012 [html] OOC: lalala Word Count → 465
Esmeralda was pleased with the woman when she had submitted to being called "phantom", for that was the will of the Associate, and she wanted that to be very clear. It was to the slave. Esmeralda continued on and she wanted to see the work of this slave, how loyal it was to Salsola. It was a personal slave, that much Esmeralda knew, but if Daisuke was here, then she would not have asked the being to help her get rid of this intruder. Or better yet, capture the male for slavery. Esmeralda watched as the pitch coal woman had executed very well placed attacks, all of which landed, and upon the last kick, the male's consciousness was knocked straight from him. He obviously did not think that the woman would have been so tough, and now he was paying for it. Esmeralda smiled at the lack of having to lift a finger to help the woman take down the hungry loner. She liked seeing other people do her bidding, like they were pawns on a chess board and she was the mastermind behind their movements. Esmeralda approached the woman and put a gentle hand on her shoulder. The princess did have a tiny, sense of gentle, for she had used this with her brother, and sometimes her father, when she saw them of course.
"Good job, Phantom. Please, help me bring him back towards my workplace, My slave will handle it from there. After that, you may return to what you were doing. Before now." she spoke to the woman, clearly, again, littered with authority. "I thank you for your help though, and your loyalty proves you well."spoke the girl, nodding her head lightly as she motioned for the taller dingo-wolf to help her by taking the man's feet, as she would take his arms and head. She sighed at this part of the work though, she didn't want to have to touch the male until it was time for her to deal with the piercing, or torturing, but since Daisuke was not around, (he more than likely was doing something important or distant if Esmeralda was not calling him by now) then she had to help the slave pick up this gangly beast. She moved around to grab his shoulders, and she picked the bulky shoulders of the male, surprisingly his frame was light here, probably because of his gangly frame. He also was thin, unable to hunt much for himself more than likely. His life would probably be improved in his enslavement.
"We are going South. Help me halfway, and my slave actually should be around by that time. I did not send him too far."she told the woman, nodding her head lightly as she spoke. <style type="text/css"> .esmeblueplague b {font-weight:bold; color:#ecffff; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 1px;} .esmeblueplague p {padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .esmeblueplague {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#001a32; background-image:url(http://i40.tinypic.com/idgfig.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #420503; padding: 480px 0px 5px 0px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#045172; line-height:16px; text-align:justify;} .esmeblueplague .wordcount {color:#045172; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #ecffff; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} .esmeblueplague .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} </style>[/html] |