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Amy Sunders
Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
Raoth trailed behind his mistress as Amy moved through the abandoned city, looking for likely items to take into her wagon and trade away. There was plenty of oddities, but deciding what others would deem as useful was difficult. She had animals, pelts, cloth, clothes, jewelry, and other such items. She had art as well, pushing into the more wishful area of things that one didn't necessarily need but would want. Sure, one could consider it as having a use, entertaining the mind, but Amy herself gained no pleasure from such things.
Stopping in a shop Amy dug through, removing old cloth and searching for more useful items. It wasn't long before Raoth was buried under the discarded items, the young male struggling to hold onto it all without tipping over. Looking back Amy grinned at the sight. It only took a single slight push to send him into the broken glass covering the floor. Raoth would probably have been screaming with pain, if Amy hadn't already cut his tongue out. Instead a disgusting pain filled gurgle came out, bringing a laugh from Amy.
Within the darkness, you are the light, That shines away. You’re trapped in violence, I can be the man, Who saves the day
Word Count :: 000Nice post, Mistress! ;3!
The male didn't like the sight of Roath at all. He seemed like a worthless slave who was near to death. But then again, he was just another slave. Someone who cleaned up for Amy. Staring at the other male, Echo could guess that he'd been disobedient. He was missing a tongue, seemed scared all over. The sight of the male almost made Echo fearful of being disobedient. But if he truly loved Amy, why would he be disobedient?
The male watched as Amy dug through the pile of debries. He wondered whether Amy needed help or not. As a slave, it was his duty to help his mistress in anyway. "Would you like me to help your fellow slave, Mistress?"
Word Count → 000 :: you should have a thread with Dhiate, Amy's other slave. he's a player character too
The soft words brought Amy's attention up. She'd forgotten that Echo had been tagging along with her. Raoth's presence had been rather distracting, enjoying tormenting the violent coyote. No matter how many times she punished him his spirit refused to be crushed. Glancing at the white wolf Amy shook her head. Leave him be. There was no interest in her voice, merely stating what she viewed as fact. There was no need to help him, he wasn't worth the effort.
Moving further in Amy found some clothes. Holding it up Amy glanced over to Echo. He was the only one of her slaves that lacked clothes at the moment. Raoth wore some rather torn up pants, and Dhiate dressed for success, but Echo went without. Perhaps that should be corrected. Amy hadn't put any effort into dressing Raoth like she had for Dhiate, as the coyote had grown fed up with being the only one without clothes and had found his own pants. For Echo though, she might put in something more. Indicating for him to come closer Amy held up the shirt she was holding with a critical eye. It was a white loose blousy kind of shirt, stained from time. Probably no good. Discarding it Amy continued to dig for something for him to wear.
Within the darkness, you are the light, That shines away. You’re trapped in violence, I can be the man, Who saves the day
Word Count :: 000ooc: Alright! :o
ic: The male felt a little sad for Roath. Yes, Roath may have been bad. But what did he do to deserve having his tongue removed? Perhaps he was the type who would foolishly chose to resist Amy's will. The type who couldn't understand the importance of serving such a beautiful, kind and loving owner who was certainly more worthy than the two of them? Either way, Echo paid almost no attention to the male. Being disobedient had its consequences. The male looked over Amy's shoulders, wondering what she'd find for him. He, by this time, had already put on the shirt she had gradually handed out for him.
The shirt she had settled on was a pale blue, shimmering over his silver fur. A simple pair of black pants was found and given to him, Amy nodding in satisfaction at his appearance. Interest lost in this short game Amy moved further into the dwelling. Raoth picked himself up from the floor, growling to himself as his hands roamed over his back, pulling out the glass pieces that had inserted themselves. Amy probably would have removed them at night, not wanting an infection to form making him useless, but being forced to walk around all day with them in was not in his interest.
The young slave stepped up, glowering at the too sweet behavior coming from Echo. He hated this wolf. Using the training Amy had taught him he prepared to tackle the wolf, intending to strangle him. Amy, unaware of the dispute and if she had noticed uninterested moved further in. Reaching a bedroom Amy glanced around, spotting a child's stuffy. Picking it up Amy neatly examined it. Tears weren't too bad, easy to fix, and wasn't dirty beyond the usual layer of dust. Good enough to bring back and sell. Placing that in her basket Amy moved over to examine the books that were there.
Within the darkness, you are the light, That shines away. You’re trapped in violence, I can be the man, Who saves the day
Word Count :: 000Roathe is evil...
The male could sense Roathe's stare. He knew this male had hatred for him. Question was, why? Was this why Roathe had himself mutilated? Or was he mad about seeing another slave enter the picture? Either way, the male was in no mood to fight with Roathe. Slowly, he began to walk towards Amy's location. It was one thing so ignore, but another to feel discomfort. Nearing to where Amy was, the male stopped just outside the bedroom she had entered. He hoped Roathe wasn't in the mood to attack. He didn't want to do Roathe any harm... After all, hurting Roathe might hurt Amy, and that wasn't something Echo wanted. Echo was a character who would lick Amy's ass if he had to to gain her trust. He would never hurt such a caring mistress.
Echo's quiet presence behind her was acknowledged with a brief nod as she traversed through the books. Unfortunately they hadn't been well protected from the environment, a broken window bringing moisture. Mold had formed, gluing them together for the most part. A few were salvageable, including a book with a picture of vehicles on the front and another one with no pictures and words that made no sense even to the highly civilized wolf, titled The Universe in a Nutshell. Well, someone would be interested in them. Amy found that the wolves who had just learned how to read swallowed any books down, even useless ones like these.
Raoth sprang forwards hands clenching to wrap around Echo's neck. A snarl broke from his throat, catching Amy's attention. The books were dropped into her pack and her sword drawn, prepared for whatever threat there was. Seeing that it was just the two slaves in an argument Amy leaned back. She'd let them sort it out. Amy wasn't interested in stepping in unless someone's life was threatened. Then Amy would quite willingly carve into whoever's flesh had threatened to remove her slave.
Within the darkness, you are the light, That shines away. You’re trapped in violence, I can be the man, Who saves the day
Word Count :: 000Amy is such a sweet heart. <3.
The male was stunned at Roathe's move. He felt sympathy for this slave. Now, it seemed Echo wanted to force the male into doing the worst of punishments. Still, Echo wasn't the type who wanted death. He gripped hard onto Roathe's left arm, trying to force him to let go. He looked up towards Amy, begging his mistress to force the male to let him go. He didn't want to hurt Roathe. If he did, it would most likely make the male unworthy of doing anything. That would hurt Amy. As the male tried to get Roathe to let go, he also stabbed his right hand's claws into Roathe's gut. He hoped this wouldn't end in blood. He knew his mistress cared for them both.
Raoth's hand locked around Echo's throat, triumphantly squeezing to cut out the air. He was finally going to punish the fool who seemed so eager to do Amy's dirty work. It was disgusting. A small wet cough escaped Raoth at the blow to his guts. It was a shame, but it was nothing compared to the pain Amy had put him through. He could take it. Amy's eyes narrowed, realizing that her beautiful sun scar had been ruined. Now she'd have to give him a new scar, great.
Echo wasn't doing very well against Raoth, eyes pleading for her to intervene. Amy waited a moment longer, sighing as she stepped over. Swiftly she broke Raoth's wrist. The coyote stepped back, a gurgled howl coming out. It was a horrible sound, lacking the tongue to let it come out properly. Amy shoved him back, examining the wound. She wasn't worried about his broken wrist. It would be easy enough to fix. No, the wound she was worried about was the very unskilled blow by Echo.
It didn't look like it had hit anything life threatening, which was a relief. Amy would have to kill Echo to make up for the waste of life, and that would take an awful lot of time. Turning she indicated for Echo to hand him the shirt he was wearing to bind it up. It looked like Echo had to be kept from fights, as inexperienced as he was. He might kill someone. That wouldn't be good at all.
Within the darkness, you are the light, That shines away. You’re trapped in violence, I can be the man, Who saves the day
Word Count :: 000Amy is such a sweet heart. <3.
Echo looked at Amy with curiosity. He knew she felt no sympathy for him, and was obviously angry for what he had done to Roathe. As he turned to face her, he felt the feeling of hatred towards Roathe. This male was dangerous. He wanted to take Echo from his mistress. Still, Echo would have to stay far from Roathe. He was dangerous.
Hate glowered in Echo's eyes as he obeyed. Amy smirked as she turned, binding the wound up. Get back to the wagon. Dhiate can take care of this. Dhiate wasn't trained in medical knowledge, but he could follow Raoth's directions to patch him up. Brushing a loose strand from her face Amy turned to face Echo. Gently she reached out, stroking his face. You should know better than to fight with Raoth. He's being trained for it. You're not.
The simple explanation finished Amy turned around to look around the room once more. It seemed that everything she wanted had been gathered from the room. Turning she stretched out on the bed, indicating for him to come over. Curling her body she smiled up at him. You did well trying not to hurt him. I would have preferred a less messy blow, but it was good enough. Time for his reward then.
Within the darkness, you are the light, That shines away. You’re trapped in violence, I can be the man, Who saves the day
Word Count :: 000Amy is such a sweet heart. <3.
The male looked into Amy's eyes with both lust and love. To him, Amy meant everything there was to his soul. The male approached Amy, calmly. He was once again filled with lust. Slowly, he began taking off the clothing she had given him. Slowly he approached. Slowly his anger grew into pure love for the female. To him, this reward also meant showing his loyalty to Amy. He loved her with a passion. He was quite honestly a proud slave. Especially if it meant giving Amy what she wanted. "I'm sorry mistress... I promise this fight shall never happen again... You are the world to me. Everything I have is yours."
Amy had heard of the pleasures of taking a slave to bed, but had never experienced it herself until Echo came along. She had found that slaves tended to fear her, and no matter what her instructions were, they couldn't overcome that last part, knowing she would tear them to shreds if they displeased her. Bored with the behavior Amy had decided to only sleep with equals instead. Echo had turned that on it's head though, eagerly giving her pleasure despite their rank difference.
She nodded at Echo's words, the fight already a distant echo in her mind. She was bored, there was the bed, and there was Echo. It was clear what she wanted, and how she would obtain it. His clothes were discarded for him to get later. His words about everything he had being hers was unnecessary as it was already fact. If everything he had wasn't hers, she'd punish him. Reaching out a hand Amy drew Echo closer, kissing his lips. You promise?
Within the darkness, you are the light, That shines away. You’re trapped in violence, I can be the man, Who saves the day
Word Count :: 000Amy is such a sweet heart. <3.
The male looked deep into the female's eyes. He could see nothing more than lust within his mistress's eyes. To Echo, Amy was his god. He could not disobey her wishes. She given him too much to deserve disobedience. "I promise."
The male slowly moved onto the female's belly, awaiting his Mistress's order.
Echo met her eyes, something that was displeasing. It wasn't submissive, the act of an equal instead of a slave. A growl rose from her, even as he pleased her with his movements. He was so hungry for her, an act that was pleasing beyond measure. She knew she was good, worth the patience. The fact that he was willing to grovel like scum just for a simple taste made her just want to draw him in further, drive him crazy.
He slid over her, fur rubbing against his body. She watched, waiting to see if he could do enough to satisfy her. Reaching up she pulled him down into her breasts, knowing that he liked them. Of course, this wasn't just about driving him crazy with pleasure. A slow hand circled over his back, picking out a design to carve. Hunger was what she saw in him, hunger was what drove her to do what she did. It was nothing compared to Levent, but still satisfying.
Within the darkness, you are the light, That shines away. You’re trapped in violence, I can be the man, Who saves the day
Word Count :: 000Amy is such a sweet heart. <3.
The male felt the female's lush breasts with joy. To him, this was his moment of happiness. He didn't care much for what was happening to his back. All he did care was for his moment of enlightened. The pain seemed to intense his need for pleasure. He was mixed with the feelings of agony and lust. He didn't move at all, for he wanted to help Amy on her little art project. The male knew what he was getting himself into. But in his point of view, Amy was the greatest person on earth. He couldn't refuse her. She was god. .
Echo stilled at her touch, eyes telling her that he wanted her, to please her and do everything he could to keep her happy. Even better, his back arched up slightly under her touch. He was ready for her carving. Gently Amy tangled her hands into his hair, messing with it slightly. She kissed his cheek as her claw dipped into the flesh, and began carving out what she wanted. A thin, skeletal shape appeared. Wasn't amazing, as Amy wasn't an artist by any means beyond these bloody carvings into her victim's flesh.
The blood was warm, dripping down his body. Lifting the stained hand up Amy licked it clean, enjoying the taste of the blood on her tongue. She lifted him back up again, staring at him. What's wrong? You're not interested? Well I suppose I can find something better to do. She smiled wickedly, daring him to respond to her actions, to do something more than just wait for her to ask.
Within the darkness, you are the light, That shines away. You’re trapped in violence, I can be the man, Who saves the day
Word Count :: 000 Ah, blood lust... <3.
The male's lust overwhelmed his body. He could no longer control himself. He grabbed Amy's hips, pulling her closer to his body. Slowly, he inserted into the female. "I am very interested..." The male rammed the female hard, feeling great pleasure within Amy. All he had to worry about now was to whether Amy would get angry or not.
