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[> [> [> [> Subject: .. Not Planning To ..
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Author:
Dorjan
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Date Posted: 08:41:23 06/22/06 Thu
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.. Even if Kyan hadn't flinched away from the blow, he had still flinched. The displeasure was drawn out on Dorjan's face in lines around his mouth and a hardness in his black gaze. Kyan had been beautifully trained - and it was all ruined now.
He closed the space between them again, leaning in and over Kyan. His left hand reached out to grab Kyan's shirt collar, pulling the other closer to him. "Don't feed me your shit. Tell me what you really thought." His words were a mix between a hiss and a growl, fangs much more prominently displayed in this closer quarters and in his own anger.
"And for your sake I hope you don't decide to continue bullshitting." Fear filled his nostrils, and he fed on it just as if it was blood across his tongue. The best way to manipulate things back into place was to make his point in the harshest way possible. ..
.. dubbed .. Lord Dorjan
.. gendered .. male
.. aged .. believes he’s 300, is a great deal older
.. born .. human, changed vampire
.. creator .. Cale
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[> [> [> [> [> Subject: [skeptical] Does That Mean Angel Is Safe Now?
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Author:
Kyan
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Date Posted: 09:01:00 06/22/06 Thu
He felt himself being lifted from the chair by the collar of his shirt. The shifter would have protested had it not been the Master bearing down on him or the Master's money that he had spent buying the nice polo that was being ruined.
But, Ky had a choice now. Stick with his story and get the crap beaten out of him in order to keep his reputation or spill everything, still get the crap beaten out of him, and lose his status. The punishment, whatever it was, was sure to be harsh, painful, humiliating, and full of fear on his part and anger on the Master's.
The male shifter saw the fangs. They were sharp. He had felt them all those times before. Kyan swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat while his eyes went wide with terror. Even if he had been fed from, it was still a frightening notion. That, and the prospect of fighting in the pits decided him.
"I...I wanted control, Master. My status already gave me some liberties, and I figured that if I controlled the mansion, then I was as good as free. I wanted freedom, Master. Forgive me."
So there, it was out. Freedom. Every slave's goal. At least, at one point in time, it was. That was what drove Ky to overtake the mansion and the complex heirarchy. At first, it wasn't even that, but it didn't matter now. Ooooh, he's gonna get it...
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[> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: .. Not Planning To Be Tender ..
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Author:
Dorjan
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Date Posted: 09:33:24 06/22/06 Thu
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.. Dorjan shoved Kyan back into the chair, still looming over him with a malicious smirk on his face. "Hmph. So you wanted freedom, boy?"
He took a step back from Kyan, then turned and walked a few paces away. He was pondering something, with the same sort of curiosity that a lioness would paw at a downed antelope until it finally died of blood loss.
He ran his fingers across the palm of the same hand, absently, as if he was simply itching to have something from the armory in his grasp. His mind jumped a bit - he'd have to check the armory now too.
Drawing Jaeger from its leather sheath at his belt, Dorjan moved against Kyan again. In two movements faster than a human's heartbeat he had hauled Kyan up and out of the chair, and thrust the long knife through the shifter's stomach.
"If you want your freedom, I'll give you freedom." Dorjan hissed, and, still gripping Kyan's shirt with the blade still imbedded, fazed them both to the Downtown Pier. ..
.. dubbed .. Lord Dorjan
.. gendered .. male
.. aged .. believes he’s 300, is a great deal older
.. born .. human, changed vampire
.. creator .. Cale
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