Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 & DescentIntoDarkness.)
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				Title: <strong>Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 &amp; DescentIntoDarkness.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 07:52:52</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://cuabroad.cua.edu/res/images/vatican%281%29.jpg)</div></div></div><br>((Considerably less evil looking.&nbsp; The best image I've ever been able to find that matches what I see her as.))<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://paizo.com/image/content/SecondDarkness/PZO9013-Drow.jpg)</div></div><br>How appropriate that she had fallen in the same arena that countless men and women had died within during the height of the Roman Empire's reign during ancient times.&nbsp; She had been searching for clues, a trail, anything to lead her to where the slavers had been hiding out, while all the while they had been tailing her almost as soon as she had arrived.&nbsp; Having flown in a human made passenger plane, a 757 on a one way trip to Rome out of New York, she had spent some time simply enjoying the sights, smells, and the people of the historically rich city of Rome which despite no longer housing the indomitable legions of old, was still an impressive place all the same.&nbsp; She had had no idea that the security guard standing at the gates leading out of the airport from the plane she had taken to get here was in on the sex slave trade, otherwise she'd have drawn her twin scimitar blades then and there most likely, the local authorities be damned.&nbsp; She was a warrior born and a mage as well, powerful in both the physical and magical arts of combat, something her assailants had forgotten to take note of as they soon found out to their personal detriment.&nbsp; They had been lead a merry chase through the city, towards the Colosseum when she had figured out she'd been followed a little too long by a man dressed in a black suit and tie with dark tinted sunglasses covering most of his face, and while not unusual in and of itself, it was the earwig in his left ear that gave him away as something more than a simple business minded tourist that had possibly had a problem with the sun as she did given she was part Drow, or dark elf as her dark skin said that she was.&nbsp; All one had to do to know that wasn't the whole story was to look at her eyes to see that they were not the usual red or lavender color that most Drow possessed, but instead hers were hazel or chestnut brown, depending on the level of light at the time.<br><br>Regardless, with the setting sun sinking over the horizon, the half Drow was able to cast aside her black hood and cloak and let it fall to the ground, freeing her up to move around far better than if she had left it on.&nbsp; Since she'd been able to run as she had to a secluded spot, climbing a part of the wall with nimble ease and agility, Giselle had taken the fight to a spot that no innocent people would end up being hurt as at least two dozen men and women soon appeared out of the wood work to put a stop to her.&nbsp; Only six would make it out alive by the time she fell, figuring out too late that the mages they had brought with them were of the arch mage variety, the strongest level a mage could get in most traditional magics.&nbsp; Before then however, Giselle's blades and her body had weaved a dance of death that even her own father would have found amazing to behold, adding magical might to the equation in the form of acid arrows, fireballs, ice frost cones, and lightning blasts before she had finally been put down by the remaining six, and even they didn't get out of the arena unmarked.&nbsp; One had been reduced to one arm on her right side while another had a dagger sticking out of his left knee which would force him to limp for the rest of his life even with healing magic to aid in his recovery.&nbsp; A third had a deep slash across her face which had taken her left eye along with her good looks, a fact the rogue would not easily forgive if given a chance to fight the Drow/elf hybrid again, while one of the remaining men would never have kids....ever, provided he lived that long since she had stuck her blade through and through, nearly cutting his spine in half in the process.&nbsp; He was the worst off and whether or not he lived Giselle would never figure out as the tingling sensation of being electrocuted, repeatedly by the same mage no less, forced her into unconsciousness long before she hit the ground.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 &amp; DescentIntoDarkness.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 09:14:27</strong>
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				Though the man who managed to take her down had suffered and died a very slow and painful death, she had been captured none the less, her magical abilities bounds and her weapons all taken from her. Unconscious she was taken to an illegal slave auction. Long ago these sorts of things were perfectly legal, not among the humans of course but among the other races they had ignored human law and done it anyway. However as time passed even they had made it illegal. It was cruel and wrong. But the world of cruelty lived on. This one of course would be a prized high selling little fire cracker, there were more then a few tough creatures out there that loved to break in and watch the mighty fall. Just like virgins were high selling strumpets of flesh. <br><br>Once at the slave auction still unconscious she would be stripped and placed in silks, her breasts bound in a red bra like silk top and to cover her lower half was a mere scrap of silk a long loin cloth both edged&nbsp; in silver. Once she was dressed she'd be bound in chained enchanted of course so she would be unable to cast, a gag placed in her mouth so that she could speak. And then tossed in a cage that too was enchanted. There would be no escaping for her. <br><br>Of course not all who came to such illegal auctions were monsters. Oh many of them were, many were men who would use these women until they were so broke, so weak and horribly used that they were worth nothing and they would kill themselves or their Master's would just kill them and come find something fresh and new to place with. There were however the very few who came there to purchase slaves as a mercy to them. They were true Master's, who lived a lifestyle not pretended to. They were men of honor, trust, love, and they taught their submissives. Yes, submissive not slave. The two were very different. <br><br>Xander was such a man, or being rather, he was no&nbsp; human and likely one of the most powerful creatures in the room, ancient was one word to use for him given that many of the old kind had died off or left this realm for another due to it's corruption and modern technologies that made it hard to survive. But Xander remained. A mage and a warrior, a exemplary man of his kind. He was a dragon. Though at the moment he looked like a mere man nothing more. He was tall, Six foot, six. His skin a deep tan color and his hair a black so black that it was rather unimaginable really. His eyes were deep pools of silver and his hands were covered in leather gloves. He wore a thick double breasted trench coat over a fine rather expensive suite, and people tended to step out of his way without even realizing that they were doing so. His hair was down, handing to his hips as he moved through the crowed of people. <br><br>Most submissives he owned he never got sexual with. He helped them, taught them, and eventually released them and got them to places the slavers didn't dare go so they could always be free from them. There were reasons he didn't get sexual or romantic with them of course, his own reasons. He never really considered it. He loved them just not romantically. One day he imagined he might but given his past he doubted it. His heart had little to give, the pieces scattered to the four winds, and he wasn't so sure anyone could put it back together for him again. As he strolled through the dark, dank and foul smelling room he eyed the submissives, the vulnerable, the weak, the ones that needed help, the ones that could be helped, the ones that were beyond his help. He wasn't sure why he did this but he was a Dominant, and he always would be. Some part of him wanted to be a sexual Dominant but that were very high hurdles and very little hope. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 &amp; DescentIntoDarkness.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 19:16:17</strong>
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				Someone was so going to die.&nbsp; Giselle didn't wake up slowly, she simply woke up all at once and immediately tried to stand, only to find her hands were bound tightly behind her back and a gag, a GAG, was placed over her mouth.&nbsp; Not only that but there was a similar binding chain and shackles wrapped around her feet which were in turn connected to the chains holding her arms in place against her back.&nbsp; She soon also found that whatever hope of using her magic was also bound as tightly as she was, and with the way she'd been tied up it'd be impossible to dislocate anything to slip free.&nbsp; She'd done that before and while quite painful, it could be done in most situations, but not this time.&nbsp; Even so, Giselle wasn't about to lay down and die either.&nbsp; She knew where she was in the sense that she knew what was going to happen to her, but she would fight tooth and nail if she had to if it meant getting out of here alive and without being broken to a pitiful shell of her former self.&nbsp; She'd been warned against this path but like most of her family, she was too stubborn to listen.&nbsp; Now she was paying for it, or soon would be.&nbsp; Her silver grey long hair that hung down to the middle of her back was bound in a tight pony tail tonight for the show, most likely to offset her other features if she had to guess.&nbsp; Sometimes she wore her hair in a similar fashion anyway, but it was more to keep it out of enemy hands more than anything else, but to think someone had taken the time to make her more presentable just irked Giselle even more as she looked down and saw the ridiculous outfit she was in now.&nbsp; <em>At least my gear and weaponry were plain and non enchanted, which will make them easier to replace.</em>&nbsp; She had little doubt that she wouldn't see her old weapons and armor again even if she did get out of here, and while she had had a thing for her perfectly weighted throwing daggers, several of which she had spent in the fight at the arena before being put down and brought here, they too could be replaced.&nbsp; She wasn't a rogue for nothing as she attempted to bring her hands closer together, picking gingerly at a little pocket of skin on her right palm where she kept a spare lock pick for situations like this.&nbsp; As long as no one noticed what she was doing, she planned to at least free her hands and feet if nothing else, unless the lock was too well made to allow her to pick her way through it, in which case she'd just have to bide her time.<br><br>All the while she kept her eyes on the crowd, her Drow blood, mixed as it was with her light elven blood on her mother's side, may the gods let her rest peacefully, allowed her to pick out those with something to hide in the arcane sense from those that didn't.&nbsp; Magical artifacts, rings, jewels, weapons, etc, all those and more she could sense and quite a few of the patrons had at least one somewhere on their person.&nbsp; Considering where she was, it made sense that the rich and powerful would congregate in this one spot and they wouldn't leave home without their best defenses in place either.&nbsp; If she was a soulless person like most of these folks she'd probably be the same way.&nbsp; It was only when she set her eyes on Xander since stirring that she stopped cold, having felt only one other that even came close to the power he was giving off.&nbsp; <em>What in the Nine Hells is a dragon doing here?!</em>&nbsp; The three scars on her back that went across her shoulder blades tingled just looking at the man, the marks having been made by a red dragon a hundred years ago, having been around 50 at the time of her attempting to take it down before it could harm anyone else as it had been doing.&nbsp; She hadn't been alone, but besides herself and two others, the group of ten that had gone in were reduced to those few, one of which hadn't made the trip back down the mountain while she had been on Death's door for a month afterward.&nbsp; She had been forced to heal for three altogether and those were some of the best and worst days of her life in the physically injured sense of the word.&nbsp; The emotional scars she bore were far deeper and things she didn't want to consider now, especially now given the circumstances as she continued to slowly pull the lockpick out of her hand before grasping it between her dexterous thumb and forefinger on her other hand.<br><br>The hard part was just beginning as she tried to reach the lock binding the chains together while she focused solely on the dragon, defiance clear in her hazel eyes at where she was and what would likely happen to her if she was sold off like so much meat to the slaughter.&nbsp; She might have been tiny in comparison to Xander, standing only around 5 foot 7 inches with her traveling boots on which gave her a couple inches in height, Giselle was not one to frighten easily and she'd prove it if given the chance.&nbsp; Her own skin was the color of ebony stone and despite having numerous scars from the neck down from all the fights she'd ever been in, it was remarkably smooth and soft to the touch although she hadn't allowed anyone that close to touch her in ages in such a sense.&nbsp; Two times the fool when it came to love, Giselle had swore never to try again with anyone since she didn't believe third time was the charm.&nbsp; She didn't deal in chance and wasn't about to take another chance just so her heart could be shattered all over again.&nbsp; Twice had been more than enough to learn her lesson.&nbsp; Still, while she worked at the lock, finding it was master crafted if not outright impossible to undo, Giselle never once let her gaze wander away from Xander.&nbsp; There was something about him that drew the eye rather than repelled it for her as it might anyone else, but perhaps it was simply because he was the most powerful being in the room that she couldn't tear her eyes away.&nbsp; He would be the hardest to get by on her attempt to escape, provided she got that far of course.&nbsp; She almost jumped then because her attention had been fully focused on the dragon when the auction had begun.&nbsp; She didn't have much time....especially if she was put on the chopping block sooner rather than later.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 &amp; DescentIntoDarkness.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 07:01:38</strong>
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				In truth, Xander didn't know what he was doing there anymore. These days he got very little satisfaction out of what he did. Oh he helped the women he got out of these places and some remained with him for a long time as a non sexual submissive to him, but in truth he grew weary of it. He couldn't save the world from slavery anymore than a single human could solve world hunger. It was a mere impossibility and yet, again, a few weeks after his last girl had been safely tucked away in a zone safe from the slavers he was there at an auction looking for another that he might be able to help. He tended to go for those that would be in the most danger. The virgins, the helpless, children, the weak, or in some cases the very strong which were purchased by the stronger just so they could break them. So they could humiliate them and watch them crumble and crack beneath the pressure of a more powerful being. <br><br>Xander was not the sort to do that, granted he's had his hands full with the type a time or two because they realized what he was trying to do. He's been nearly killed before as he wouldnt fight them back. He glanced around idly and pulled at his gloves slightly looking around. He grimaced at t he smells that rose up from some of the cages some of the slaves having been there far too long. They were simply the ones that he was unable to slave. They were already broken, unable to care for themselves if they were free in the world. <br><br>The auction started not long after Xander's arrival. It would start with a few young women at first. The bidders for those women were men he ironically knew, men he knew not to be cruel or mean to their girls, so he wasn't overly concerned for their well being. <br><br>In the midst of Giselle attempting to pick her locks however her cage was kicked by one of the guards harshly, the guards speaking to her in a gruff heavy tone. "Stop fiddling you stupid cunt." He growled at her, his words bit out sharply as he glared. A few steel bars were hooked into the tops of her cage as she was carried to the viewing block upon a dias for the room to see more properly. <br><br>The auctioneer introduced her as a fighter, explaining how she was captured and how she could be broken, it had the mean ones drooling, the powerful ones snapping their jaws, growling, wanting her. Xander lifted his gaze to meet her's concern in his eyes for the girl. She could well be eaten alive by some of these deviants. She looked like a handful, he knew she wouldn't be easily managed even once she knew his attention. But as the bids started to rise higher and higher, he found his own black clad hand lifting to raise the bid. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 &amp; DescentIntoDarkness.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 07:18:26</strong>
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				<em>FUCK!</em>&nbsp; Giselle mentally cursed, having lost her lock pick when the guard had kicked at her cage.&nbsp; Luckily it hadn't rolled away as she managed to just barely get a hold of it again, giving the man the bird before she started trying to pick at the lock again.&nbsp; <em>Call me a cunt again and see what happens when I get out of here.</em>&nbsp; She thought to herself as she heard the disheartening sound of her one and only chance of getting at least partially free break on her, her lock pick snapping in half as she put too much strain on the simple metal file.&nbsp; Reality froze for a few moments, but it was more than enough for her to realize she was potentially screwed beyond all hope of escape now.&nbsp; She sighed heavily and looked down at the floor of her cage, looking up just in time to see Xander finally make a bid.&nbsp; <em>If he's anything like these other people that are practically drooling on themselves for a chance at me, I will be beyond screwed.</em>&nbsp; At least he was easy on the eyes, but that would bring little comfort to the likes of her since she had heard enough horror stories from her past exploits in breaking up slave rings like this.&nbsp; She hadn't expected to be stopped so soon out of the gate and it had cost her dearly, as she was finally and fully realizing.&nbsp; She had thought to at least attempt to escape since she had had that lock pick, but with it broken so too were her hopes of getting out of here before the worst came to pass.&nbsp; Would she ever get to see her family again?&nbsp; Giselle assumed most likely not, but she couldn't give up now.&nbsp; There was always a way, always a means to wriggle free, somehow.&nbsp; You just had to be ready for when the opportunity presented itself was all and not allow the chance to slip you by.<br><br>She had seen slaves that had been as such for too long end their own lives by any means that they could, so she knew as much as Xander did, if not more, about what he was doing his best to prevent with one woman at a time.&nbsp; She knew that it was a hopeless situation to try to stop it forever, the slave trade, but someone had to try since the governments of the world were too damn slow in her opinion.&nbsp; Besides, if not her, then who would do what needed to be done?&nbsp; Luckily she had never been caught before tonight, and she had left very few if any survivors in her past adventures into dens like this where the smells of captivity and self degradation were all too common.&nbsp; They hadn't had any choice given that slaves didn't have equal rights to their masters, so shitting and pissing themselves was not uncommon in places like this.&nbsp; She wouldn't degrade herself like that if she could help it, but if she was kept here as long as some of the other women here had been, that might not be in her hands to decide she knew.&nbsp; Still, she'd play things by ear and see how it went from there.&nbsp; <em>It's not like I haven't killed a dragon before, but at the time I had a large group of people behind me at the time.&nbsp; On the other hand I was a hundred years younger too, so we'll see what happens.</em>&nbsp; Even if she died in the attempt, she'd rather die fighting than die a slow, humiliating death at the hands of another.&nbsp; Giselle sure as Hell didn't need a Master, into the more peaceful slavery side of things, trying to control her, having never heard of anything beyond the horror of said people and not the loving side of the equation as Xander and a few of his friends practiced.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 &amp; DescentIntoDarkness.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 07:32:42</strong>
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				Xander knew just by looking at her that the woman was contemplating her own escape already as she sit there. That she had likely already tried picking the locks or tried to get her hands free some how. The strong ones always did of course. They would do anything to get free, or die trying before they would bow down to any Master, and he couldnt blame them most of the time. Though on occasion it was better to submit then to die. He had no intentions of killing her but obeying him for a moment or two was going to save her life. Of course, she didn't know that yet, she would eventually. His long impossibly black hair fell into his face as silver eyes remained on her, watching her as she remained in that cage as men around him continued to bid her higher and higher. <br><br>It was a rather impressive bidding war actually he hadn't seen a slave bid up this high in a long time. She was exotic looking of course, and a fighter, a challenge. If she was a virgin too she'd likely get into the several millions. As he heard a shout for five hundred thousand dollars go out he sighed. These auctions were always done in american money of course despite where the auctions were held as american money was the easiest to get a hold of for just about anyone, and often times it was creatures from the US at sure things. <br><br>He glances around as the crowed squirmed and it was obvious that many of them were going to big up more. So he would end it then and there. There was one big none of them would be quite insane enough to go over. "One million." He raised his gloved hand. His voice was deep. There was a dominating tone to it, one that caused a hush on the other so called Dominants in the room. When he said that figure it seemed none wanted to bid against him. Xander didn't simply lift a hand, to make his bid or raise it. He used his voice, a very dominating tone. Most knew what he was, and most feared him. None of them however knew just how powerful Xander really was, if they did he likely wouldnt be allowed in the auctions. Not that anyone could stop him. <br><br>After a few moments of utter silence the auctioneer called out. "Sold to Master Xander, for one Million american dollars." Two guards came over hefting up the cage to move it off to the side where the exchange would be made making room for the next slave to be sold. Xander made his way through the crowed, they once more parted for him like the red sea as he started toward her cage and one of the managers to make said exchange. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 &amp; DescentIntoDarkness.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 19:27:40</strong>
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				She was most likely the strongest, most stubborn person Xander would ever meet since her family were all warriors in some form or another.&nbsp; Giselle had been trained to survive, thrive even in a world that chewed apart the weak and the infirm unless someone was there to defend them.&nbsp; But those thoughts were far from her mind as she watched those same men that Xander was watching bid her higher and higher up.&nbsp; She didn't let them see her fear or sorrow at messing up her only hope of getting out of this mess.&nbsp; No, she kept the mask of defiance she had crafted firmly in place over her features, not about to show any weakness to these fools even if it might have been better to act weaker than what she was.&nbsp; She was too damn proud and strong willed to do anything less.&nbsp; Despite that though she was genuinely curious to see how much these monsters thought she was, cocking her head slightly to the side as the price for her ownership went higher and higher.&nbsp; Only when Xander spoke with that commanding tone of his did she realize that she was most likely and thoroughly up shit's creek with no paddle for sure now if he was as dominating as his tone suggested he was.&nbsp; At least she wasn't a virgin, she hadn't been for nearly a hundred and thirty years, so if he had any thoughts of taking what wasn't there to take anymore, he'd be sorely disappointed.&nbsp; Of course, it wouldn't matter since virgin or not, if he DID turn out to be like the rest of the animals here, she'd wish that she had died already most likely if she couldn't escape his grasp.<br><br><em>I could really use a bit of help here Mielikki.</em>&nbsp; While she wasn't nearly as religious as some people she knew, Giselle did believe that the gods existed, but she was like her father in the sense that she followed the tenets of her heart over what was written down on old pieces of paper and pondered over by supposed wise men of the faiths.&nbsp; Mielikki was the closest match to what she believed in to be right and what matched her strengths, and it wasn't often that she asked for anything from the goddess of the forests and the wild places of the world.&nbsp; She didn't expect an answer, unaware that in a sense, she was already in the clear as long as she didn't do anything stupid once the transfer between 'Master Xander' and these slavers was complete.&nbsp; Ok, so she was sold to a dragon that was loaded, but that wasn't surprising since most evil dragons hoarded vast amounts of wealth in their nests.&nbsp; This one didn't seem like the type however but she couldn't be sure yet.&nbsp; Some humans were serial killers and they could act like your best friend and you wouldn't have a clue as to how they truly were.&nbsp; The same could be said of any race really so she'd only know how this man behaved, sooner rather than later most likely, once they were away from this awful place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 &amp; DescentIntoDarkness.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 01:37:03</strong>
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				The fact that Xander was wealthy had nothing to do with being evil. It did have everything however to being one of the oldest living creatures on the face of the planet. Many of his age had left this plane, died, withered away. They just couldn't take it anymore. Xander however had remained despite his past, the wars, the crusades. He stayed. Many nights he stayed up to wonder why of course, he had no reason to stay behind in a word such as this, in a place where he barely fit in. He was leader of a mage tower, such things were hardly unnecessary these days and thought it was his only means of income these days, it did make some money. Though they were few and far between there were still some who became his students just not many anymore not like the old days. <br><br>He moved through the people with purpose heading toward her cage. He glanced down into it through the bars his silvery eyes moving over her carefully. This had to be done delicately otherwise things would go very badly before he could get her out of there, He reached up, his fingers pushing through impossibly black hair to get some of it out of his face. The manager waited there. Xander being considered a regular and a best costumer of course, was one of the few allowed to pay in checks. Most of the time it was a cash only transaction. But give that he was so trusted they didn't care how he paid. Which was ironic given that he tended to set their most prized slaves free, but they didn't care much what happened to the girls, or sometimes men once they left the auctions. <br><br>As Xander knelt down to look at her a gloved hand curled around the cage, he tilted his head slightly. He looked somewhat human, but when the light caught his skin just right, the tan soft skin seemed to shimmer making a streak of scales glimmer along his skin before it faded away again. "Don't give me trouble leaving, and it will be worth it." He used that dominating tone again but truth told Xander didn't really have another tone, he spoke softly on occasion with the very scared but he had a feeling she would find that rather patronizing. He rose back up and turned toward the manager reaching into the inside of his trench coat to withdraw his check book writing out the total amount to the owner of the auction house. A man Xander knew personally and if he could would tear limb from limb. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 &amp; DescentIntoDarkness.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 01:08:53</strong>
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				His kind wasn't the only one that had fled or died as his had.&nbsp; The elven races did it more and more every day given how badly things were going here, while the more bestial, evil, and corrupt stayed.&nbsp; The Drow were one of the few that hadn't suffered nearly as much as the rest, finding this world much to their liking.&nbsp; It was also one of the races the whole of reality could have done without but that wasn't important now as she locked eyes with Xander when he approached and knelt by her cage.&nbsp; Gagged, bound, and dressed in the outfit she'd been put in, Giselle held no fear for her new captor, but she was surprised by his first choice of words she heard right from his mouth.&nbsp; Did he perhaps want to help her?&nbsp; Puzzlement filled her features but she didn't let herself hope for too much in a place like this.&nbsp; Something didn't seem right about all this, and while she knew better than to judge a book by its cover, why would an honest man be in a place like this?&nbsp; She just didn't honestly see him as the helpful type but until he proved her otherwise, she'd have to hope that he let his guard down if he did prove to be an evil son of a bitch.&nbsp; Her experience with men hadn't exactly helped her opinion of the opposite gender so maybe she was letting that color her judgment but so far it'd kept her alive.&nbsp; While it took a considerable bit of her will, Giselle calmed herself down and seemed at ease, although to the careful observer they'd notice she was ready to spring into action the moment she was given a chance to do so.<br><br>The slight shimmer she had seen did intrigue her, having never seen a polymorphed dragon up close until today.&nbsp; That impossibly black hair of his just begged to have fingers ran through it but she would have held herself in check if given the chance to do so.&nbsp; She instead simply observed and waited, appearing half asleep but again one only had to look close enough to realize that wasn't the case.&nbsp; Her father was incredibly fast, even without the aid of his magically enchanted bracers he wore, and Giselle was faster still.&nbsp; One mistake, one lapse in attention and there would be more potentially injured or dead people around her.&nbsp; Still, his words gave her pause and she silently nodded that she understood, even if she didn't trust him.&nbsp; She'd play along for now and see where he took her from there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 &amp; DescentIntoDarkness.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 01:59:18</strong>
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				Xander knew that she wasn't at ease, not by a long shot, oh she might seem as though she was but, she was a fighter, ready to spring in to action when she needed to. He just hoped that she realized how futile it would be to spring into action in the middle of this place. She could be killed. Not by him of course, but being in the middle of the slave auction the guards, managers, and other Masters could kill her for attacking him or any one of them. He didn't want her getting killed or injured. For her sake he hoped she remained calm, if she attacked him in the limo waiting for them outside, he could handle that. In here, was a death sentence and he hoped she was smart enough to realize it. <br><br>"Another one eh Xander?" The manager chuckled heartily. <br><br>Xander merely nodded as he ripped the check from the book tucking the check book away as he offered the manager the check. <br><br>The manager took it tucking it away. "You go through them offly fast. Poor girls, they barely stand a chance with you. What do you do with them or are you a collector?" <br><br>"That's none of your business." Xander said without a smile, merely that Dominating tone and the Manager hushed handing over the key to her cage and bonds. <br><br>"Good Luck with her then." The manager told him before wandering off, guards stood near by though in case things when badly. <br><br>Xander knelt down toward the cage and reached out he slid the key into the lock. He glanced up at her, shimmering eyes moving along her face carefully. He glanced up at the guards, who were standing far enough away from him that they wouldn't hear him. Though he knew give what she was she would hear him perfectly well given what she was. He could smell it easily, her kind. "If you attack me in the auction house, you could very easily be killed. There are too many guards and Masters here. I will get you out, and unbind your legs. Be compliant especially in here, or things will get very dangerous for you." His eyes lifted to hers briefly before he pulled the cage door open. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 &amp; DescentIntoDarkness.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 02:14:48</strong>
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				She didn't need him to tell her how dangerous it was, but the words of warning were enough to stop whatever foolish plan she might have put together all the same.&nbsp; Besides, she wasn't ready to die anyway, even if she could have gotten her hands on a weapon or three, she wasn't about to attack in the midst of such odds as much as she would have loved to.&nbsp; Still, her sensitive ears served her well as Xander whispered into them, promising to get her out.&nbsp; Her eyes said what she thought of him and his plan.&nbsp; <em>Why should I trust you exactly?</em>&nbsp; She'd do it anyway as she seemed to obey him, although that wouldn't last as soon as they were out of this Hellhole.&nbsp; She didn't fight him, still bound up enough that her more arcane might was sealed off anyway, but the use of her legs were more than enough to be dangerous.&nbsp; Even so, she didn't fight as she slowly got herself to a standing position once she was free and again looked him in the face, not about to do anything less since as far as she was concerned, she'd bow to no one unless forced to her knees first.&nbsp; And she wished him luck surviving the night if he tried since she'd as soon as snap his neck first.&nbsp; Giselle again had to force herself to calm down though, dispelling such thoughts since they wouldn't help her here.&nbsp; She was knee deep in slaver scum, no weapons, no magic, and far too outnumbered by enemies who she had no idea what they were capable of so starting a fight here was not a good idea.&nbsp; She hoped he was good reading faces since she had something to 'say' in a sense.&nbsp; <em>You'll have to make it convincing.&nbsp; If anyone here knows me then short of beating me to an inch of my life, they would most likely guess I would bow to no one willingly without being broken first.&nbsp; They'd be right.</em>&nbsp; Walking out of here too quietly would also most likely draw attention was what Giselle was thinking, and she was surprised that if this was a habit of his, that Xander hadn't been found out about the kind of person he was since she'd guess that if the slavers knew he freed everyone he bought, they'd make it a point to hunt him down next and bind him in chains if at all possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 &amp; DescentIntoDarkness.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 02:28:54</strong>
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				Xander wasn't new to this. When it came to the fighters he had to make a show of his Dominance over them when it came to taking them out of the auction house. Otherwise things looked utterly suspicious. Why would she go so willingly of course? He didn't want to do what he intended simply because it put him on rocky ground with her. But his position of Dominance over her had to be seen for it to be believed in this place. Otherwise suspicion would grow and that for him was a very very bad thing. Oh Xander could kill almost everyone in this room, even if they came at him all at once, but eventually they'd bring him down. He was not invincible, nearly, but not quite. He had fave legions of demons in his youth but he wasn't as young as he had been before. <br><br>He nodded his head at the mere look she gave him. Showing that he understood the look clearly but the look on his face, showed her that she likely wasn't going to like what he intended to do. Once she was out of the chains that bound her legs and they were tossed aside he placed the key in his pocket. He left the chains binding her arms. Reaching up with one hand he removed the gag in her mouth so that it hung lightly around her neck. She was the only one that would see it, the sigh, the disgust in what he was about to do, the utter resentment in it. <br><br>Shaking his head slightly he glanced down away from her and then when he looked up again, his face was blank, a mask of utter dominance and control, his eyes intense and fierce looking. His irises began to swirl as he looked at her. "Kneel girl." He demanded, his voice a harsh command that reverberated through the room like a boom of thunder, the area around him seemed to grow dark and menacing looking. Before she could act the floor beneath her cracked open, black vines creeping up through them to grip her legs pushing in the back of her knees to attempt to force her down on to them. "I am your Master now. Say it." He told her. The manager near by who had sold her smiled as he dealt with another customer having always admired Xanders power and Dominance clueless as to the fact that he was actually... a true Dom, and one that often times after awhile set the girls free when they were able to. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 &amp; DescentIntoDarkness.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 02:49:23</strong>
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				She had a feeling he could have killed nearly everyone in the room if push came to shove since stories of dragons and their incredible power were not exaggerated.&nbsp; She had the scars to prove it and the deaths of those that had gone with her to destroy that red dragon on her hands.&nbsp; Still, no one was invincible and the fact he was acting to prove he was what these people thought he was, something clearly noted by the sigh and look that passed briefly over his face that she saw, was all the proof Giselle needed to trust him....to get her out of here anyway.&nbsp; She did take note of where the key went though, just in case she had to relieve him of it later since she didn't fully trust him by any means.&nbsp; Always have a backup plan.&nbsp; Regardless, show or not, even Giselle had to gasp slightly at the display of power he put on as the floor itself cracked and let out some twisted vines which quickly wrapped around her legs, trying to pull her down to her knees.&nbsp; She all but growled at him, using every bit of her considerable strength in her wiry if slender frame to resist the command.&nbsp; "Go to the Nine Hells!"&nbsp; She countered, although her own anger and rage wasn't entirely faked.&nbsp; She eventually fell, but her stubbornness had granted some impressive reserves of strength before her legs gave out and she fell to her hands and knees.&nbsp; "Fuck you."&nbsp; Giselle cursed at the command to say he was her master.&nbsp; Acting or not, it was pretty convincing to her if no one else as she stared up defiantly up at Xander, although a small subtle twinge of doubt did cross her mind.&nbsp; Just a small little bit but it might have been there for him to see.&nbsp; <em>Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to obey him fully?&nbsp; What?!&nbsp; No, no and NO!</em>&nbsp; Where in the Nine Hells had that come from?&nbsp; She was not the submissive type.&nbsp; She never would be.&nbsp; At least, she hoped not....&nbsp; Regardless, she braced herself for what would likely happen next which would probably be a physical blow or ten to her person given her active defiance as she tried to stand again, kicking at the vines holding her legs down.&nbsp; Her hands still tied behind her back would be a problem and he likely knew it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 &amp; DescentIntoDarkness.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 03:03:57</strong>
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				He didn't want to do this. He felt badly, but it didn't show on his face. Not once. She saw the regret before hand but she wouldn't see it now, simply because others were watching them and he had to make this convincing as all hell otherwise people would think him soft. Even though a true and proper Dom was both soft and hard, a teacher, a lover. These men wouldn't understand such things. So this was what he had to do. <br><br>As she told him to go to the nine hells a fierce growl rumbled in his throat as he moved closer to her. Though it was all show, those words oddly struck some cord with him that he hadn't liked. "I've been there girl, I've seen and survived things you couldn't even fathom. I'd go again given the chance." He clenched his fists before he realized what he was saying and he forced himself to relax and get back to what he was doing, the show, what they were putting on for the others to see. He wasn't lying though, he had gone to war with the nine levels of hell. She was there, a frozen statue on the ninth level, once his mate and now a piece of art for a arch demon, frozen in time, unreachable. He pushed the thoughts from his head shaking it lightly. <br><br>When she cursed at him he laughed, as she remained on her&nbsp; hands and knees. He moved toward her and reached down, he grabbed her by the throat pulling her up to her knees properly and tipping her head up to look at him as he held her throat. "Fuck me?" He asked her with a devious grin. "Oh I'm sure you will." The men near by let out a boom of laughter before Xander reached down. The vines retracted into the ground releasing her legs as he scooped her up. Cradling her in his arms. As he started toward the exit he sighed moving away from the others. "I don't recommend using magic against me, I run one of the only remaining mage towers in the world. Work with me not against me and things will go much more easily for you. You've no reason to trust me. But you will." As he reached the doors they were opened for him, the night air hitting them as they stepped out into a darkened alley were his limo waited. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 &amp; DescentIntoDarkness.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 03:18:50</strong>
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				((Can I just say how epic you are?&nbsp; ;D))<br><br>She knew he didn't like it from the look she had seen earlier, but he kept his mask up quite well all the same to the point she was almost convinced.&nbsp; She didn't trust him sure but if he was her only way out then so be it, she'd deal with whatever he threw her way.&nbsp; Surprisingly that wouldn't be much although Giselle did note that her statement about going to the Nine Hells had hit a chord.&nbsp; That hadn't been exactly what she'd meant to do but it made the show that much more convincing at least.&nbsp; It helped that he had admitted to going again if given the chance although that might have been false bravado.&nbsp; She had been there herself to save one of her brothers, also a mage, a powerful one now but not nearly on the level of an arch mage....yet.&nbsp; She knew he had it in him though, but that was for another day's consideration.&nbsp; If she had the use of her throat she'd have spit in his face for added effect, but his hand wrapped around her neck stopped that idea before it began even though he allowed her to breath at least.&nbsp; She nodded at his advice not to use magic against him since she doubted it'd work anyway, what little she actually knew of the arcane arts compared to some people she knew.&nbsp; Still, she breathed deeply in relief once they were truly outside and away from those assholes in the slave den.&nbsp; "You sound so sure of yourself."&nbsp; She smirked, her usual personality coming to the surface since they had met.&nbsp; Once they were safely in his limo and were out of earshot of anyone still meandering about the slavers hideout, Giselle looked at Xander with a fully appreciative look on her face.&nbsp; "I don't know if I can trust you now or not, but you did get me out of that mess I got myself into, and I do want to say thanks for that.&nbsp; My name is Giselle, Giselle Daermon N'a'shezbaernon, or Do'Urden as I'm more commonly called if addressed by my last name.&nbsp; Thank you, Xander was it?"&nbsp; She asked, cocking her head to the side, remembering that was the name she had heard inside the slaver's den when she had been paid for and all.&nbsp; "You're a dragon, that much I've been able to tell for myself, and you don't seem of evil disposition, otherwise I'm sure you'd have done more than what you did in there.&nbsp; So I have to ask, why?&nbsp; Why be there at all?"<br><br>Her voice was soft yet full of that inner strength that had seen her through so much.&nbsp; She found her savior quite intriguing, even if he had slightly frightened her just enough to make her question whether she DID have a submissive side to her or not she had not known existed.&nbsp; Whatever the case, she did look behind her back, still bound by those blasted chains.&nbsp; "Whatever you decide to do with me, I would at least appreciate getting these damned chains off."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 &amp; DescentIntoDarkness.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 03:34:34</strong>
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				((Im not that epic :P )) <br><br>He carried her to the limo where his driver held the door open. Once she was settled in side he slid in beside her. Once the door was closed they were alone. No one was going to hear them speaking especially when the limo pulled away from the auction house. What he said was certainly not any false bravado. With the right army he would destroy the nin levels and all the Demons that lurked there, he would exact his revenge for what had happened to him, and his mate who he had begged not to follow him into the crusades. But she had, despite his asking her, begging her not to. Now she was no more then a mere statue, dead on the inside. He pushed the thoughts away refusing to think of her, because often times his dwelling upon her put him in a foul sort of mood. "I am sure of myself." He responded to her as she smirked and he settled back lightly in the seat with a sigh, that blank dominant mask slipped away but there was still that look of pure dominance in his eyes. That he was a Dom was no doubt, but he wasn't like the others. <br><br>"Yes Xander." He confirmed for her softly. His tone no longer as intimidating as it had been in the slave auction but rather more soothing then frightening. He nodded when she said that he was a dragon because it was indeed true. "No not evil." He agreed with her. When she asked why he smiled lightly and looked over at her, his silver eyes shimmering, the light on a street lamp caught his face causing that glimmer of scales to pass over his features again briefly. "Because there are True Dominants, and there a cruel men. There are true submissives and there are women captured and forced into slavery. I am a true Dominant, one who helps those who do not belong in cages. I try to help them. Some stay with me for a time as my submissive, some don't, in the end they are taken to an area where the slavers don't go where they can be safe. I cant stop slavery but I can help some of them. Usually the virgins and the fighters." He told her honestly. <br><br>As she asked about the chains he reached for her. "Just don't attack me, it wouldn't bode well for either of us in such a confined space." He smirked slightly and would turned her around so that he could get at her chains, he reached into his pocket for the key so that he could unlock them and thus removing the binding magics on her abilities. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 &amp; DescentIntoDarkness.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 03:51:08</strong>
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				((Oh I think you are lol.))<br><br>His tone at least had changed from what he had used earlier despite it all being a bluff in the making, so she didn't feel as if she should bend the knee anytime soon.&nbsp; Giselle breathed a sigh of relief, this one more physically based since she had the use of her arms again which had long since gone numb from the awkward position they'd been in.&nbsp; "Oh that's a lot better."&nbsp; She replied, stretching them in the limited space they shared to get the blood flowing to them once more the way it was supposed to.&nbsp; "As for your reasons, I'm honestly glad you have them, but you'll have to forgive my ignorance since no offense but as far as I was ever aware, there were only those cruel men that kept women as unwilling pets.&nbsp; You're saying you're different though?"&nbsp; She asked, intrigued just enough to learn more.&nbsp; Besides, she needed new far less revealing clothes than what she had on now if she wanted to be able to travel again.&nbsp; Hopefully he had something at his place or could acquire something if nothing else.&nbsp; She didn't bring up the part about how he reacted when she had told him to go to the Nine Hells though, simply out of respect if nothing else since she didn't know him enough to talk about something that was clearly personal to him.&nbsp; "Well, as for who you help, I'm certainly a fighter, but a virgin I haven't been that for nearly a hundred and thirty years.&nbsp; Long story, don't ask."&nbsp; She managed a chuckle but thinking of the man she had given herself too all that time ago did make a grimace pass over her face, although if it was of anger or sorrow was hard to tell since she had certainly felt both at the time.<br><br>"At any rate, I can take care of myself well enough, and before you crack a joke or two at my expense, even if they would be well deserved, I've taken down slave rings like that before.&nbsp; This one just happened to be far better organized than I'd have previously thought is all.&nbsp; Someone at the airport must have tipped them off since they got me my first day here in Rome.&nbsp; I made them hurt before it was over though.&nbsp; Get any funny ideas and dragon or not Xander, don't think I wouldn't try to take you apart either."&nbsp; She warned, but regardless, she was in no shape to fight tonight since she had exhausted her magical strength and she had no weapons, armor, or anything else to help even the odds in her favor.&nbsp; "But if all you have in mind is a place to sleep for the night and possibly dinner, I can manage that, so long as you throw in some less slutty clothing first."&nbsp; She smirked, sitting back and seeming at ease about her body since she didn't make any attempt to cover herself up more than what she was already, which given the attire she'd been forced to wear that night, wasn't a whole lot.&nbsp; Confined space or not though, she'd defend herself as she summoned a small orb of fire in her right hand before snuffing it out, making sure everything still worked as she closed her fist on the summoned flame.&nbsp; That magical chain hadn't extinguished her abilities for any length of time, that was good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 &amp; DescentIntoDarkness.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 08:46:44</strong>
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				That he was different then those other men there could be no doubt. Though Xander was a Dominant he didn't like owning slaves he owned submissives. He glanced over at her as she asked about him being different and he nodded his head softly. "There is a lifestyle, some practice, its not like those monsters in the illegal slave auctions where submission is a gift. Not something forced upon a person. I own or when I do own, I own submissives, not slaves. typically non sexual submissives." He explained to her as he settled back in the limo as she seemed to stretch out her arms a bit and the like. "Always non sexual mostly because I've not found the right submissive to have such a deep relationship with I suppose." He shrugged his shoulders slightly as if it was no matter to him. Though truthfully it was sad, the man hadn't been with a woman in more years then he could could, a millinia... or three. <br><br>He stretched slightly and glanced over at her with a short nod. "The women I help tend to stay with me for awhile." He told her and as she said that she was no virgin he shrugged lightly and smiled at her. "It matters little to me if you are or not." Though he did note the look that crossed her features when she spoke of it, and he wondered what had happened though as she refrained from asking about the nine levels so did he remain from prying into her own past. <br><br>When it seemed as though she wanted to be on her way quickly he frowned in objection shaking his head and lifting his hand in protest even as she created her little orb of fire, which for him was childs play. A mere trick or toy to entertain children with. "Clothes I can help with, but I wouldn't be to quick to leave. You need to stay in my posession for a time." He spoke and then continued before she could protest. "To keep up appearances the managers and even the owner come to my home often enough especially when I get new slaves. To see what I've done with them. If you've dissapeared they'll get suspicious. I got you out of that hell hole I think you owe me a bit of a favor. If your not around when they come knocking, they will know something is going on, and if I get banned from that place imagine what will happen to the women and even children that I'm not going to be able to help once I'm done helping you." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 &amp; DescentIntoDarkness.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 21:47:53</strong>
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				((Let the epic saga continue.&nbsp; ;D))<br><br>There was no doubt that Xander was different, Giselle could tell that already despite having only just met him.&nbsp; Even so, he was still an unknown quantity and she didn't like not knowing, especially from what he told her regarding the fact that the slavers often came around to his home, and that she'd have to stick around for both of their sakes.&nbsp; Regarding what he told her in relation to what he did do however and not what those scumbags THOUGHT he did, Giselle despite her misgivings about the situation she was currently stuck in, found herself intrigued.&nbsp; The only problem being was that she didn't like to be out of control of her person in any sense of the word.&nbsp; She valued her freedom far too much and while he made it sound like they had a choice, she just wasn't sure about it was all.&nbsp; <em>You can't judge further without having more information.&nbsp; Learn more, maybe not experience it for yourself, but definitely learn more.</em>&nbsp; Knowing thy enemy was the first step to defeating it, and while she didn't consider Xander a threat to her personally, she'd still see how he lived and see what came of it.&nbsp; It sounded like she didn't have much of a choice in the matter anyway.&nbsp; Besides, he just HAD to strike at her conscious and her heart since as reluctant as she might be to admit it, he did his own good in his own way by being a member of that slave den auction house they had going.&nbsp; To her it wasn't enough but she had to give him credit for doing what he could to help those he could.&nbsp; She'd just been taught not to tolerate slavers or those they worked with, at all.&nbsp; On the other hand she knew better than to try to see the world in such plain terms as black and white as some people she knew.<br><br>"Ok, call me curious, why would someone willingly submit to another?"&nbsp; She asked, not about to agree to anything as her face probably showed, but regardless of his answer, Giselle did say something else that he hoped he'd at least consider if it came up.&nbsp; "I value my freedom, always have.&nbsp; I haven't been back home in over a hundred years since there it felt like I wasn't being allowed to be the person I wanted to be.&nbsp; I still keep in touch, but the point is I'll stick around Xander, if it helps you to continue what it is you do to at least stop innocent people from being harmed in your own way, but know that the moment I feel that you are trying to hold me against my will, I will fight back and fight back hard.&nbsp; It's just how I am, Xander.&nbsp; I know that you'll a strong person and not one to take threats lightly, but that wasn't a threat, that was a promise.&nbsp; Besides, bending to anyone no matter how strong they fancy themselves is not something I'd ever do without a damn good show of force first.&nbsp; If it becomes necessary to keep up appearances for those scumbags, fine, I'll do what I have to do to make sure no suspicion is cast upon you since you've proven you're a good person already, but take it too far and things might not go so well."&nbsp; She was more or less promising to aid him but as soon as she was able to and he deemed it safe, she'd be gone unless something changed first.&nbsp; "If the opportunity presents itself though, I will come back since it's not in my nature to let a place like that exist.&nbsp; If I can take it apart brick by brick if necessary, then I shall, Xander.&nbsp; That's the benefit of having a long life, people tend to forget if they're short lived species like most that make this world their home.&nbsp; I'll tell you first however so that way you can warn whatever friends you have that are like you so they aren't caught in the crossfire."&nbsp; She promised, regardless if the opportunity came around or not, she didn't like the idea of innocent people like Xander and his allies getting caught in the middle of her attack, if and when it came around.&nbsp; But that was for the far future, right now they had to get through this time of trial, together.&nbsp; "I had a brother, well, have a brother I should say, that was trapped in the Nine Hells for a time.&nbsp; He's a mage, and a strong one at that.&nbsp; He made the mistake that most young mages make and screwed up a demon summoning.&nbsp; Luckily it was just a succubus, go figure, but I only bring it up because I noticed the look that passed over your face when I threw that particular curse your way earlier, Xander.&nbsp; I won't ask for details if you're not ready to share, nor will I press for them, but I just want to know that you aren't going to do anything stupid while I'm stuck at your home."&nbsp; Translation; he wasn't planning on attacking the Nine Hells anytime soon by chance was he?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 &amp; DescentIntoDarkness.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 22:09:48</strong>
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				Reaching up Xander rubbed his forehead slightly. Explaining why someone might submit to another someone willing was not exactly easy to do especially considering he was speaking to someone so against the idea and likely the lifestyle. Though he wasn't so sure if she was against the lifestyle so much as the forced part of it. He glanced over at her as he attempted to gather the words to properly explain to her why someone would willingly to submit to another tilting his head slightly. "Because they are submissive at heart, they could be hard as stone on the outside utterly independent seeming but deep down some part of them wants to submit to that one person in which they love trust and respect." He explained softly. "In this sort of lifestyle the collar is like a wedding ring save for its far more potent than the bonds of marriage. The submissive learns from her Master, and most times the Master learns from his submissive. Its a very unbreakable bond. The submissive is both sexually and most times non sexually submissive to her Master. She would willingly submit because she wants to, because its in her heart to." He shrugged. "Its very hard to explain if you don't understand or haven't been around it before. What those men sell are slaves not submissives. A submissive finds freedom in service to their Master. A submissive gives the gift of submission to a Master freely and willingly. They are not sold." <br><br>That was the best way that he could explain it to her. Why they submit for sure he didn't know beyond them being naturally submissive and needing to submit. Some didn't even know they were submissive until meeting the right Dominant. That was actually very common but he wasn't going to tell her that, simply because he didn't want her thinking that was his plan, to try and get her to submit to him. He had no intentions of willing her in such a direction. As he said, a submissive gives the gift of submission, without coercion from the Master. When she said that she intended to go back after the auction again he sighed softly and looked over at her slightly shaking his head. "You do realize should you attack the auction you are also giving every slave in there a death sentence. They will make sure they die before you finish laying waste to them all." He knew that first hand having heard the managers and higher ups speaking of such things in the past otherwise he would have laid the place to waste by now. <br><br>As she spoke of her brother and the nine hells though she would see instant tension in his body and he looked over at her, silver eyes having darkened significantly. He looked away from her again toward the window. They were moving up along a gravel driveway toward what seemed to be a mansion but the closer they got the more the illusion wavered becoming a tower, so tall that the top seemed to vanish into the clouds. "I've been to the ninth level, where very few have come out alive. I didn't get there alone." He stated simply. "If I ever intended to go back, I wouldn't make it even half that far by myself, even with the power I have. Which is more then triple an Arch mage. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 &amp; DescentIntoDarkness.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 22:26:32</strong>
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				His explanation of why someone would submit to another was....rather enticing and unbelievably enough, romantic in a way she hadn't ever considered before.&nbsp; She seriously had to give him credit, that hadn't sounded rehearsed and she didn't think he'd try to make her do anything of the sort.&nbsp; If he had tried to say or even hint at what he had thought however, she would have of course denied it within herself, but as it stood now, she had to wonder.&nbsp; The fact she wasn't making fun or anything like that of what he said told as much that she was still interested to learn more if nothing else as she saw shortly before he told her how far he'd been in the Nine Levels of Hell that they were nearing his home.&nbsp; As for the slave house ordeal, she did have to smirk since she wouldn't have let that happen.&nbsp; "First of all, I wouldn't go in alone, second of all, I wouldn't have let them know I was coming at all.&nbsp; Take a look at my skin.&nbsp; It's not just for show since I still have all of the inherited abilities of my darker skinned bloodline.&nbsp; Death from the shadows is one of their specialties, and few can match the natural ability of a Drow in the dark save for other Drow and of course world class assassins.&nbsp; Even so, I know that you speak the truth since....my first slave ring I demolished had that exact thing happen.&nbsp; I'd never just simply rush in, Xander, and have innocent blood spilled.&nbsp; Besides, I wouldn't do all this for a long time as much as it irks me to sit around and wait."&nbsp; He wasn't the only one that had tension course through his body as Giselle looked as tense as a live wire, but she slowly calmed once more, especially when Xander spoke of his own adventure into the depths, the very depths of the Nine Hells themselves.<br><br>"No one does that without a very good reason, Xander.&nbsp; That just proves what kind of person you are to me more than anything else tonight.&nbsp; I am sorry, for bringing it up."&nbsp; She offered in sincere apology, her rather brash nature at times getting her into trouble.&nbsp; She might be a 150 years old, but in human terms she was in her early 20s in maturity.&nbsp; Even so, Giselle was very much wiser than any 20 year old human, and had had far more life experience in the process, but she was still somewhat immature at times if not outright impulsive.&nbsp; That would explain why she had gotten herself into the mess she had although that had partially been her own inexperience at handling such an organized group as well.&nbsp; "Anyway, I take it this is your home we're approaching.&nbsp; Is there anything else I should know before we have unexpected company?"&nbsp; She asked, wanting to plan ahead and to take Xander's mind off of whatever had happened to him in the past that would make him want to take on the whole of Hell itself.&nbsp; Something big or personal, either way it wasn't something she wanted to drag through the mud anytime soon.&nbsp; If not for her own sake then for his continued mental stability.&nbsp; "I will say that if you want to ask me anything you may.&nbsp; If it's too personal you might not get an answer yet, but since we're going to be stuck together for a while it's only fair you know who you're stuck with right?"&nbsp; She offered, hoping to balance things out between them a bit if nothing else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 &amp; DescentIntoDarkness.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 00:03:15</strong>
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				Well she went alone this time to take down this ring and that was just dangerous. Mostly because the slave ring in Rome was one of the larger underground slave rings. She should have done a little more homework before she did anything but then again if they were tipped off ahead of time, there was likely very little she could have done about it in the first place. The down side was, was that the slave ring almost completely controlled Rome. Not the Vatican of course but Rome itself. "So long as you don't do it alone if there is a next time." He said to her softly as he looked over at her. "This slave ring is a lot more powerful then the others, I wouldn't want to see you taken down by them again." He said it honestly as he settled back looking up at the tower as it shimmered properly into view going from beautiful mansion to large and tall mage tower as they passed through the magical veil that protected and made it seem as though it was something else until you were near it. <br><br>There was a time of course when he was young and his own maturity had been in question of course but at that time, her family line likely hadn't even been alive yet. His kind had roamed the world freely and without prosecution. He sighed softly at such old memories. Surprised that he could remember so far back. It was almost difficult to remember himself as a young dragon but he did on occasion. He shook his head softly. "It's alright." He murmured softly. The truth of the matter was his kind had been at war with the nine hells at the time. It had literally been a crusade. He hadn't gone alone and he hadn't made it that far in to the hells alone. But he was one of the few who had made it to that level of hell alive. And he had paid for it dearly with the life of his mate being frozen in time, her heart stopped and made to be a statue in the museum of a demonic over lord. He had in his museum creatures that didn't even exist anymore. <br><br>He shuddered slightly at the memory but pushed it from his thoughts. He barely made it out of that place alive but the message they sent the nine levels had been enough to end the war and his kind had come out victorious. Or at least they had thought so. Xander would never consider it a success. Because he had lost the woman he though he'd spend eons with. He perked a brow as she spoke and the limo was turned off. "Well there are a few mage students living in the tower, you don't have to worry much over them." He paused briefly over her offer of information and then as the driver opened the door he spoke. "I am curious why you are taking down the slave rings. Personal vendetta?" He slid out of the limo and reached in to offer her his hand. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 &amp; DescentIntoDarkness.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 00:34:25</strong>
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				She had known or thought she had known the risks, but as she had said earlier, someone at the airport had likely tipped the slavers off since she hadn't even been in Rome a day before she had noticed she had someone following her.&nbsp; A warrior like her often developed a sixth sense about these kinds of things, often saving said warrior's life in the process.&nbsp; That tingly sensation in the back of one's neck, a sudden intuition to duck down fast, things of that sort were very common in a highly skilled fighter as Giselle's family and herself had proven to be over the years.&nbsp; But strength of arm could only get a person so far, especially when outnumbered 24 to 1 as she had been.&nbsp; "I've learned that first hand already, but I will definitely take more than myself into that place, if and when I get a chance to do it."&nbsp; She promised, equally as soft since she felt like a right fool even if he was being kind about it.&nbsp; Learning from one's mistakes was also something to always remember, but that wasn't important now as she saw the mansion for what it was.&nbsp; She whistled in admiration, nodding her approval of the illusion spell he'd wrought over the 'mansion'.&nbsp; "That had to take a considerable bit of time to craft.&nbsp; Impressive work, truly."&nbsp; Illusion spells were not that difficult on their own when used on a single person or a small area of equal size, but to cover a whole building like that?&nbsp; She knew some mages could do it but it wasn't a common practice either.&nbsp; But she hadn't missed his words regarding her well being, and looked to Xander, a bit surprised he'd care since they had only just met.&nbsp; On the other hand she had been saved by him so maybe he just felt responsible for her continued well being even after she left his company.&nbsp; Maybe it was just common for him, she didn't know, but regardless she nodded silently and in thanks for his concern regardless of the reason.&nbsp; Not everyone was so considerate when it came to Drow, half bred as she was or not.<br><br>She noted the shudder that passed through his body and wished, briefly, she knew just what it was that had made just thinking about those memories of his make him so jittery in a sense.&nbsp; She if forced to guess would have said that he had lost someone very precious to him, and while she would be right the rest of the story she'd only learn about when and if he ever divulged it to her.&nbsp; She didn't know about the war between his kind and the demons...yet, but once she got curious about a subject enough she'd find her own answers if it bugged her enough.&nbsp; Besides, she would need something to keep her busy since she didn't like to simply sit around and do nothing.&nbsp; She'd always been the wanderer of her family after all.&nbsp; All those thoughts were pushed to the wayside though when Xander spoke again, telling her other than a few students of his, they wouldn't have to worry too much about company or interruptions or whatever.&nbsp; When asked about why she'd been after the slave rings, Giselle sighed and decided to be honest, although it wasn't her particular story to tell, at least not the gruesome details anyway.&nbsp; "My father actually has a personal vendetta against them.&nbsp; I don't like them much either since I've seen what they do to innocent people, families, etc, but it was he that started the hunt for those types of people.&nbsp; If he finds such practices in a region he might visit, if he's able to he'll disrupt their operations any way that he can before finishing them off either altogether or one at a time.&nbsp; He lost a friend to slavers and their practices, not necessarily a close friend but he wasn't a distant one either.&nbsp; It was more the matter of how his friend passed that drove my father to hate slavers more than anything, but if you want the rest you'll have to ask him about it Xander.&nbsp; It's not my story to tell and some things are best heard from the source."&nbsp; She explained, hoping it was satisfactory for now as Xander offered his hand and Giselle smiled briefly before accepting his aid, even if it wasn't needed exactly.&nbsp; It was still a nice gesture though as she soon stood on her feet again, leaving those blasted chains behind for good she hoped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 &amp; DescentIntoDarkness.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delicious Ambiguity</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 00:48:05</strong>
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				Xander glanced up at the illusion that he created around the mages tower and shook his head lightly truthfully it hadn't taken him that much time to craft at all. He could move the entire tower at once in a matter of minutes if he needed to, to an entirely different country. If war broke out or the mage tower came under attack. It was a way of preserving what was inside the mage tower. "No. Just a few minutes." He said honestly as he looked at her. "Let's say simply that I am older then the Colosseum here in this city... much older. It takes me very little time and energy to do much these days." It was sad to think that things now considered ancient ruins were young in comparison to him. He felt his age at times, old. He might well be the oldest creature still upon the earth, he's never met one older then him. But that was simply something he cared not to think about. He tried to continue teaching the old ways and magics to those who cared to learn about them. <br><br>As she explained to him why she was after the slavers he listened his hand curling around hers lightly as she slid it into his. He helped her from the limo carefully his gaze shifting over her as she came to her feet. Though the clothing she wore was revealing and degrading he found her... deliciously appealing. A thought that made him feel almost ashamed of himself. He blinked the thought away slightly and swallowed hard. She was an exotic beauty after all, half drow, a beautiful creature. dark skinned, and light of hair. Though drow were often not the greatest race to speak of he found them, beautiful in their own way. He cleared his throat as if to banish thoughts he aught not be having. "Noted. You must love and respect your father very much to take up a cause that it is not specifically your own." He noted softly and then his hand moved to the small of her back to propel her toward the steps of the tower. <br><br>The stone along the swirling tower and its steps looked like a thick malachite. A large statue out front like two lovers intertwined in magic, one obsidian the other malachite in a basin of amythist and quartz. As he took her toward the large double doors he spoke. "The mage tower sits on a large deposit of quartz and limestone, its an energy conductor." He smiled to himself faintly. "If you like you can train here since you must stay for a time. I would be happy to help you hone your skills." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Scales and Ebony Skin Bound in Silk.  (Vergil1989 &amp; DescentIntoDarkness.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 01:07:51</strong>
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				If he wasn't a dragon, Giselle wouldn't have believed him nearly as readily as she did.&nbsp; Because he was a dragon though, it was very possible he told the truth and she had to stare a bit awestruck at him until she cleared her head of her surprise.&nbsp; Dragons she knew grew far older than any other race, but to be standing right next to one as old as he?&nbsp; That was a very rare privilege.&nbsp; "You're a walking history book then if that's the case Xander.&nbsp; I might get that old someday but that's if I don't do anything stupid like tonight again."&nbsp; She teased lightly, although he wasn't the only one unable to keep one's thoughts away from arousal and desire.&nbsp; Sheesh, what was it about him that made her want to take him to bed and ride him until he was utterly spent?&nbsp; 150 or not, she still had needs and she hadn't even touched herself for 50 years, let alone let anyone else do it for her in any sense of the word.&nbsp; She'd considered it, but she always found a way to avoid it, to give into that side of herself that had gotten her into trouble twice before now, although the second time had been a more mature version of love at least.&nbsp; She shook her head and looked away, nearly jumping as Xander's hand found the middle of her well toned back since she hadn't felt a man's hand so close to her bare skin in so long....especially one that had potentially saved her life for that matter.&nbsp; Thankfully he distracted her with more talk of her father and Giselle nodded solemnly.&nbsp; "I never knew my mother.&nbsp; She died giving birth to me so he was the only real family I had besides my two older twin brothers."&nbsp; She almost whispered, missing her more days than not, but for whatever reason today's events brought her to mind and how much of a hole she had left behind from all the fond stories that she had heard growing up.&nbsp; "That's...part of the reason I had to leave when I did.&nbsp; The rest is....complicated."<br><br>She sighed heavily and forced herself to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat.&nbsp; She wouldn't break down in front of him.&nbsp; She wouldn't!&nbsp; She forced a small smile and appeared alright, but with how close she had gotten to losing everything she valued most, Giselle would need time to gather her wits before doing anything more in the days to come.&nbsp; She'd manage, but pressing the issue would not help, at least not now.&nbsp; She focused instead on what Xander said, telling her where the tower currently sat and what it did for the tower itself.&nbsp; It made sense and she nodded her understanding, but was taken aback for a second or two at his offer to help her hone her skills while she remained.&nbsp; "Are you serious?&nbsp; I mean, I'd truly appreciate it Xander, since holding still with nothing to do will drive me crazy and likely you in the process."&nbsp; She chuckled lightly, temporarily forgetting the pain deep in her chest from remembering and realizing those things she deemed most precious, that Xander had managed to save her from a fate far worse than death itself until death came of course if she had been bought by someone far less kind then he.&nbsp; "At any rate, how about you give me the grand tour then Xander.&nbsp; I'm eager to see how a dragon spends his time since other than the red that I and a few now dead allies had to take down years ago, I haven't seen one up close that was actually willing to do anything else other than to devour, destroy, and otherwise be a problem."&nbsp; Hopefully her attempt at humor wasn't taken as an insult or her stay might not be so pleasant.
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