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Intellectual Shapeshifter
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2013 5:38 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 11:03 am
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zєρнуя
ѕєє тнιѕ؟ тнιѕ ιѕ яєαℓ ℓιfє...
...ωαкє υρ αи∂ ѕмєℓℓ тнє яєfυѕє...
...αωαкєи...fα¢є яєαℓιту...ℓιfє ιѕи'т α fαιяу тαℓє...
Brilliant green orbs shifted to and fro as the male walked along the isles of slaves. He had been in a place much like this once before, though that had been centuries ago. Of course, he would never let anyone know that. The few who had known him then were long dead, and if they weren't they thought him to be deceased instead. A sigh fell from the male's lips as he continued to wander. Zephyr was bored, immensely so, and thus had decided to see about getting himself a slave. It wasn't really a hard task. Well, not until you considered his 'curse' and the lighting of the place....
The sun shone brightly outside, but in here it was remarkably dim. Shadows alone weren't dark enough to burn him, though they did 'cause discomfort. The problem was that so many of the cages nearest to him were filled with the same sort of people. Common races and common dispositions. Zephyr wanted someone interesting, different. That was when he noticed a guard several feet ahead of him sliding a lamp into one of the cages. A single brow arched as he watched this action and the ones which followed it. Now this was new. He arrived near her cage a short while after the girl had begun to sing and stood there listening until she finished. It was after she finished that he crouched beside her cage and spoke."What is your name, girl?"
((O.nly O.n C.abaret: ))
ℓιfє ιѕи'т fυℓℓ σf яσѕєѕ...
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Intellectual Shapeshifter
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 11:22 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 4:45 pm
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zєρнуя
ѕєє тнιѕ؟ тнιѕ ιѕ яєαℓ ℓιfє...
...ωαкє υρ αи∂ ѕмєℓℓ тнє яєfυѕє...
...αωαкєи...fα¢є яєαℓιту...ℓιfє ιѕи'т α fαιяу тαℓє...
The male chuckled lightly when he saw the dark-haired beauty jump. He had almost expected that she would be surprised given how lost in her own little world she seemed when singing. His eyes focused on the golden object as she clutched it to her chest and packed away from him with curiosity. Ah, yes, it was that lamp she came out of. What caused her to be so protective of it though? Another thing he noticed was how she seemed to give off an ethereal glow. It made her seem...mystical. Now what could have been the reason behind this? As he waited for a reply from the girl, Zephyr allowed his gaze to take in her whole appearance.
A small, almost imperceptible, smile formed upon his features at her response. Zeph generally tried to keep his emotions to himself, so a full smile was a very rare thing from him. A nod of his head hid the action anyway for when he met her gaze once more it was gone. When she pointed to something on her cage, Zephyr turned his head and noticed a sign which told what her race was. 'A Genie, hm?' He had heard tales of them before, and it certainly explained the lamp. But how many of those myths were actually true?
"I see...." He paused for a moment as if debating something, yet his decision had been made as soon as he noticed her. He was still crouched beside the cage since it would have been awkward to speak with her if he was standing. "Gema, how would you like to get out of here?" Zephyr asked the dark-haired beauty. He would have taken her even if she refused, but it was nice to give the illusion of having a choice. In reality, he was just curious whether or not she would come along willingly.
((O.nly O.n C.abaret: Sorry about the length. ;^^ If you want my posts to be shorter just let me know. :3))
ℓιfє ιѕи'т fυℓℓ σf яσѕєѕ...
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Intellectual Shapeshifter
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 4:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 6:34 pm
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zєρнуя
ѕєє тнιѕ؟ тнιѕ ιѕ яєαℓ ℓιfє...
...ωαкє υρ αи∂ ѕмєℓℓ тнє яєfυѕє...
...αωαкєи...fα¢є яєαℓιту...ℓιfє ιѕи'т α fαιяу тαℓє...
Zephyr was taken aback when the female narrowed her eyes at him, but waited to see if she would actually say anything. Amusement danced in his eyes as he listened to her speak, and he even laughed a little bit. "Mmm, I suppose you're right...well, mostly right anyway." He told her with a devilish grin, then stood to call one of the guards over. Zephyr had been a slave once, but he was finally free now. So he knew how it felt to be where she was, and also that there was always the possibility of freedom. She had no free will at the moment though, and probably wouldn't for a little while.
While he waited for the guard to arrive, his back was kept turned to Gema. That didn't stop her whispered words from reaching his ears though. So she was born a slave then, even without being in this place she was still a slave because of her race. He almost wanted to reach out and comfort her, maybe because he knew how it felt to be so hopeless, but the male refrained from doing do for the time being. When the guard did arrive, Zeph expressed his wish to purchase the genie. Once he had finished filling out the appropriate paperwork and paid the men, Gema's cage was unlocked.
((O.nly O.n C.abaret: ))
ℓιfє ιѕи'т fυℓℓ σf яσѕєѕ...
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Intellectual Shapeshifter
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 9:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 10:14 pm
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zєρнуя
ѕєє тнιѕ؟ тнιѕ ιѕ яєαℓ ℓιfє...
...ωαкє υρ αи∂ ѕмєℓℓ тнє яєfυѕє...
...αωαкєи...fα¢є яєαℓιту...ℓιfє ιѕи'т α fαιяу тαℓє...
A slight smile appeared on Zephyr's lips as Gema pulled away from the guard. The man was filthy and he preferred that she not be touched by such a dirty creature, so it was perfect that Gema had acted as she did. His eyes trailed after the female as she walked over to him and a smile crossed his lips. "Hmm, I suppose you are, Gema." He responded, cupping her chin in one of his hands. He was of course talking about that little bit where she said she was his to do with as he pleased.
He arched a brow at her comment about the probability of him being like most and shook his head. "You are free to believe what you want Gema, but I have no need for your 'wishes.' The one thing I do want would hold no satisfaction if I got it using your help." The male shrugged his shoulders then and turned to walk away, leaving her to wonder what that thing might be. "Now, come along, we have a bit of a walk ahead of us. We can go over your duties and what not once we arrive at my home." Zephyr called to her over his shoulder, hands stuffed into his pockets. He fully expected her to follow, but if she didn't he would turn around and get her.
((O.nly O.n C.abaret: Post in his house next?))
ℓιfє ιѕи'т fυℓℓ σf яσѕєѕ...
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