So throw away my memories

Esmeralda Acidic · 12-05-2011, 12:24 AM

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OOC: TK please. we can probably just use an NPC for this. She is alone today, without daisuke or scuro.

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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.

Esme was alone, her staff in hand, and her beautiful body hidden by the hooded cloak that she had stolen from a loner that she had killed. Her knives were in her fanny pack that rested on her hips, covered by the cloak, however she held one in her hand, ready to punish anyone whom spoke out of turn with her if she needed to, and if they were not a higher rank than she. She knew to submit when she needed to, and how important that was in this clan, even though she did not like it much because she was a low rank now, she appreciated it for when she would be promoted. She would work hard at being promoted, this was for sure, and she would not give up until then. She wanted to shine more than the other beings whom were in the same ranking as she. This Associate was not going to be one for long. Soon, she would be Family. She wouldn't accept not being Family. She simply was too proud to be the lowest rank besides Goon, or Slave.

She moved along, her form graceful as she moved along, and her cloak being long enough to basically cover her from head to toe, and her form in the foggy morning to look like she was death creeping through Salsola. Perhaps she was the embodiment of Death itself. It wasn't like she had not claimed to be beforehand. Gunnar was lucky he was still alive after encountering her. When she found where the little shithead went, she would be sure to end his life. Or at least cut out his tongue so he could never speak again.

Yi TaeKyung · 12-05-2011, 07:55 PM

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OuO I don’t know exactly where Esmerelda is, but TK is sort of near where Salvia lives, since it is early morning and she would have slept there. I hope that works with near boarders?
WC: 616

The black fae had risen early—before the sun. She lifted her dark crania from the cold, wood floor. It was a familiar place of resting—the floor. In Korean culture, it was traditional for all to sleep in blankets upon the floor; moreover, the foreigner had upheld such traditions even when she had come to the West. The foreigner had never known a human bed. She had slept in her wolven shape as she normally did, and even as her white orbs opened, the darkness of night still lingered. As she yawned, the lunar eyes caught a deeper darkness in the corner. Pausing, she inspected it further. He was there. As a shade, His presence was dark and heavy, foreboding. It seemed as if He were always there, watching her in silence, a cold, almost threatening presence. Ever since the shattering of her mind, His presence had grown stronger and his visits more frequent. Black, horn-like auricles lifted forward as if to hear Him, but there was nothing but silence. Content that He would not move, she turned her gaze away. In her periphery, He rushed her, neither leaping nor lunging, not even walking—just moving so swiftly. Rising she growled, her body curling in defense as she bore her strong white teeth, her eyes searching—

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 품세, her graceful, muscled form moved beautifully to those patterened forms, the power and precision from her sparring evident. She not only knew how to form the kicks, but it was evident that she knew how to use them—and well. As she completed one form, the black fae paused, straightening her posture as she glanced sidelong at the stranger. At first, she thought that He had appeared, but when the lunar orbs finally beheld the figure, she knew it was a material being. The slave’s posture changed, the black, horned auricles swiveling back and flattening in a submissive manner. Her shoulders relaxed from their strong, squared posture. The white orbs managed to defiantly meet with the stranger’s before they, remembering Salvia, became averted. The black-hued female was silent and hoped the strange pack-wolf would simply pass by.

Esmeralda Acidic · 12-06-2011, 11:53 AM

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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.

The spotted face of the smaller woman had pointed up to look at the slightly taller slave, the child, whom was now an adult in her own eyes, simply stared at the white eyes of the other. She noticed that the slave had been trained enough to advert it's eyes, though she had realized that there was a defiance in her eyes before that. The cloaked woman of death, an angel of death really, had then opened her mouth to speak, her white teeth baring almost angrily at the defiance she had seen a peek of. Slave, state your name. ordered the floppy eared woman. Her voice was authoritative, and it was not a question, more like a command to the woman. Esmeralda did not know that the woman was a personal slave, but she knew she was a slave none the less, so she was planning on using this to her advantage. Either way, she would ask. Who do you belong to? Do you have permission to be out here? growled the woman, though it seemed to be on the edge of a purr. The woman's pink nose smelt the woman, whom did smell distinctly of another, but Esmeralda was too new to know the scent right off the top of her head.

She snorted lightly, and then she turned her head away from the woman. Her nose had picked the smell of another up, one not of Salsola. She pulled her ears back, and her hackles raised under her cloak. Slave, Come with me. There's scum on Family land. growled the woman as she looked at the woman once more, and then looked towards where the smell was coming from. She moved silently, and she pulled a knife out from her pouch under her cloak. She readied herself for a fight.

Yi TaeKyung · 12-08-2011, 01:51 PM

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WC: 637

The black-pelted slave was, to say the least, troubled by the member’s choice to address her. She had wished only to practice her art of taekwondo, especially because Salvia had finally allowed her to do so. There was much training to be done, and much strength to be regained. With her master’s careful feeding, the dark fae had lost much weight from her already lean body. Although her food rations had increased, she would still need to regain what had been lost in the moon of inactivity. But this strange Salsolan with folded ears had interrupted this need for progress. As she had been trained, the shattered mind knew enough to remain silent and obey. However, she was displeasured that she must now take orders from this young female that she did not know. While the Korean was willing to be submissive to the pack, her true loyalty was with Salvia, for Salvia had taken her from the ocean and had given her freedom to practice her martial art. (The shattered mind was not troubled that Salvia had also taken freedom from her life, for Taekwondo was her life’s end.)

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 이태경,” the alto voice responded quietly. “TaeKyung.” She repeated her name, knowing that Westerners had difficulty pronouncing it. But the Korean knew as well that repetition would be in vain. This Salsolan that she did not know would, most likely, care very little for her name. The lowered ears swiveled briefly to better catch the words spoken next. “I am belong to Salvia.” A hand came up to pat her chest twice to indicate herself, that she belonged to Salvia. TaeKyung wondered if the other pack girl knew Salvia. “I am have “ok”—training.” The young woman attempted to explain that Slavia had indeed given her permission to train. She was not far from the cabin, either, so it was not as if she were straying from her master.

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.

Esmeralda Acidic · 12-14-2011, 01:14 AM

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OOC: lalala

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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.

Esme noticed that the other was very foreign, for the words she spoke were in the wrong order, or they did not make much sense, but Esme was okay with that because she understood what little English the woman could speak correctly. Her mind simply auto-corrected. Esme walked away from the woman, and then was corrected by the woman, saying that she was not 'slave', and then she repeated her name. Esme whipped around on her heels and she looked at the woman and lifted her lips to show her those dangerous teeth. You are whatever I call you. I will not call you slave, but I will address you as "Phantom", do you understand me? she asked the woman, a sneer on her face. She was not going to tell the woman that she could not pronounce the annoying name of the woman. She had too much pride for all of that. She then twisted around again, away from the woman and she had continued to walk towards the scent. She growled lightly as she moved, grumbling something about something, too under her breath and intelligible for anyone to really know what she was saying.

There was a silence again and then the ebony woman again spoke up. A question about what she was supposed to do with the intruder. Esme did not particularly know yet, for she had not seen the being, but by the scent, it was a male. Dagger-like eyes pinned back on the woman again and she shook her head. Not unless I say so. You protect me though. she spoke to the woman, trying to speak as simply and clear as possible so that the woman would not be confused about what she was saying. It would not be much longer that they would approach the intruder though, a male in his Optime form, his pelt of chocolate and coal. He was rather handsome, his fur was at least, but he was thin, and he could use a few meals. You are intruding on Salsola territory. You have two options. Die, or serve my pack as a slave. Choose wisely. she spoke to the male, whom looked at her with his dark green eyes. The chocolate and coal male looked at the merled woman and then to the shadowed one and then he laughed.

And what are two little ladies going to do to me? Ya' are barely even my size. the male growled, a twisted grin on his maw. Esme looked to the phantom eyed woman. I bet ya'll couldn't even get someone as hungry as me down on his knees. teased the male. Phantom. Show him. she ordered and crossed her arms over her chest.

Yi TaeKyung · 12-17-2011, 12:00 AM

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Sorry for the wait! Busy with finals and holiday things >n<~ If any changes should be made, just PM me!
WC: 616

When the dog-like female, young, with ears perpetually folded—as if in submission, the slave thought—bared her teeth, the enslaved one could not help but bear her teeth in return. A low growl began deep within her throat, but she caught it swiftly, silencing it. White orbs, filled with a distant power and domination that was no longer relevant within this culture, lowered to the earth, her maw pointing down in submission. It pained the Korean’s heart to do so, for she was a proud and dominant warrior. But since her enslavement, there was nothing for her save for submission and fighting. And submission meant that she could continue to fight. And so she submit, so that the need to fight, which was dominant within her mind, was able to persist. Grudgingly, she held her gaze down, a frown tugging quietly at her lips. Somehow, she knew that here her name meant nothing and was worth nothing. Increasingly, regardless of her skill in sparring and Taekwondo, she was worthless. It was degrading—but, her mind reminded her, fighting was allowed and so silence was in order.

The tenebrous auriceles swiveled back in silent apology. The dark, hungering maw twitched as if to distort in malignance, but was stilled by the slave’s will. She bowed silently. “Okay, okay!” she agreed readily, remembering both her teaching and Salvia. “Name no TaeKyung,” the alto song continued, her Korean accent thick upon the Westernizing tongue. “Phantom,” she agreed. “Phantom.” A black-furred hand came up to pat her chest several times, indicating that she herself was, indeed, ‘Phantom.’ It was strange she did not know what the word meant, for she had never heard it before. But from the hostility present in her pack-wolf’s mouth, she was silent. Now was not the time to answer, the Korean decided, and indeed, in the long run it didn’t matter. She would try to remember, however, that she may be referred to as ‘Phantom’ in the future.

As she ran alongside the young, fair-furred female, she nodded in silence. She understood—she would do as she was told. And so she followed in silence at the heels of her superior. The young female eventually stopped, and the lunar orbs beheld the stranger, the intruder. He was perhaps considered ‘handsome,’ but the obsidian hued fae did not recognize such things. If she had fancied a male, it was for his skill first, and his appearance second, at best. But she was silent, awaiting any orders, her muscles tensed and excited—hungering—to deliver damage. Sinew quivered beneath her shorter but dense coat. Hungering jaws parted, desiring the sanguine beverage of life. The exchange of word was scarcely heard for the thrumming of her heart, but she heard the command clearly. Dark auricles lifted in response to her pseudonym, and a snarl thundered at the command. Dark lips unfurled to reveal strong, white teeth—too white. They needed the quenching of blood. A snarl erupted from her throat, and her body responded to instinct.

Immediately she adopted the fighting stance, her body turned at an optimal angle and her feet allowing her to bounce—ever ready to attack. She faked out the offending male only once before fully attacking. A roundhouse kick and then a turning-side kick was executed with power and precision, her foot connecting with his rib cage followed by her sternum. The martial artist straightened her posture, lunar orbs swiftly assessing his reaction. Attempting to fit it in before he fully recovered, she threw a wheel kick, aimed at his vulnerable, weak crania. If her heel could receive his head, the power behind the kick would extract a knockout.

Esmeralda Acidic · 01-15-2012, 04:12 PM

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OOC: lalala

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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.

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