<a class="postlink" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/13813114/PrinceNuada-as-Pietas-smile_large.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><br/>Dark clouds passed in waves over the bright moon. Frost could hear the hounds baying off in the distance! No for the hunters meant no sleep would be given to the fugitive! The darkness however was not Frost's enemy, his nocturnal eyes allowed him to easily run through dark the forest. However often times he wondered if the pursuing hunters where possibly using night vision also as well, for every turn he tried to make the hunters tightened their search lines around him until he was trapped up against the bank of the Crystal lake.<br/><br/>A fiendish and defiant grin fleered across his angled features and his bright and fierce yellow eyes sparkled mischievously. He dove into the water and disappeared beneath the surface.<br/><br/>Time passed, but if one looked from above, say from a helicopter, there is possibility they might see the sleek pale white form beneath the gliding beneath the placid crystal clear water.<br/><br/>Crossing the entire lake on one breath, Frost burst out on the other side gasping out for air as clambered up onto the shore. Frost's teeth chattered but his tenacious grin remained. He had beat them all!<br/><br/>If these had been his former mistress's servants he would have immediately surrendered to spare himself the pain that he would had coming, but she was dead, and therefore assumed that they could not bring him any harm or consequence.<br/><br/>Even though there was no one watching. Frost sauntered out of the water confidently with his glistening wet muscular chest puffed out and showing off his chiseled abdomen through his black fish net shirt. The young male had been spoiled in all manner of comforts afforded to an exotic pet, he himself had wondered if he would be tough enough to out run and survive in the free world. But now he had proven it, nobody could out smart him!<br/><br/>As much as he had loved escaping, and running off, he had never been outside of his mistress's mansion for more than a day before being brought back. Now however, he has managed to set a record of evading the slavers for an three days. However soon it began to rain, and the temperature continued drop... alas he was not equipped to deal with the real world.<br/><br/>His long tangled snow white hair clung to his face as he shivered miserably and his black fish net shirt gave him little warmth Frost however was to prideful one to give up. Just as managed to find a small beaten path, his heart sank when he heard the sound of riffles being charged followed by a beam of bright light that blinded him where he stood.<br/><br/>Frost winced painfully and hurriedly put up his hands in surrender. â€œTurn that infernal light off!â€ he growled angrily at the hunters that he heard gathering about him. When suddenly he felt the prod of a tazer to the back of his shoulder blades.<br/><br/>"Put your hands on the hood now!" barked a police woman's voice.<br/><br/>Frost tilted his head to the side and smirked as stepped over toward the squad car. However instead of doing what he was told, he turned around and provocatively reclined on top the hood and leaned back showing off his glistening wet muscular body. "Maybe we can work something out?" he suggested as he twirled her hand cuffs in his fingers teasingly.<br/><br/>Immediately the police woman raised her tazer back up at him only to find the batteries where resting on the Frost's opposite hand. "What the! Drop it! or else!" she commanded angrily as she pulled her pistol from her holster.<br/><br/>Frost slowly leaned upward and showing of the silver rings on his pierced pecks and grinned at her as he spat out the bullets one by one like watermelon seeds directly down her shirt between her well endowed breasts. "Or what?" he asked coyly.<br/><br/>"H-how did you do that?" she demanded.<br/><br/>"Magic," Frost replied with a wink and then glanced over as the other hunters began gathering about obviously neither parties seemed to be too keen or sharing the prize money for his capture. "I am cold, wet and hungry," Frost complained as slapped the handcuffs onto to his own wrists, "If you so much as scratch me, my mistress will hear about it!" he threatened. Frost glanced around before sliding off his soaking wet black silk shorts off the car, "Well?" he demanded impatiently. He wasn't afraid of being captured, for he only planned on escaping again, besides it wasn't like they could do anything to him anyway...<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Frost however was in for a rude awaking... instead of being dragged back to the comfortable Mansion, he was thrown into a shabby iron barred cell with a-- For Sale-- sign in front of it.<br/><br/>"What the hell! What's going on?" he exploded in outrage!<br/><br/>"We have a buyer that is interested in you...If you know whats good for you, keep your dirty mouth shut! SHE won't be so lenient as your former mistress. Who knows maybe she will actually break you!" Snapped the guard.