A Different Sort of Pet (Moyra & Lithos)
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				Title: <strong>A Different Sort of Pet (Moyra &amp; Lithos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 06:44:51</strong>
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				Sitting down on one of the plush couches that lined the room, Syria couldn't help but wring her hands together, though the motion was difficult around the intricately detailed stainless steel shackles around her wrists. At least they weren't overly tight, and the silicone lining made them soft against her skin. Her whole body was flushed pink, the little bit of fabric covering the lips of her pussy and her ass doing nothing to keep her from feeling deeply mortified at being on display to that room full of people she'd just left. She was still in shock as to what had just happened, and she placed her head in her hands, her claws digging into her silvery white hair, the shackles clinking softly as her wrists nearly met. She'd just been sold to the highest bidder. It wasn't even one of those for charity deals, it was real. She was someones slave and pet for now and forever. The though scared her to her core, and she could only hope she didn't have a cruel master. He hadn't seemed cruel as her eyes watched him during the bidding. He seemed tall, was in nice shape but not overly built, so maybe he didn't have a rough hand. He was too far away for her to catch much, but she'd held onto her hope as they brought her back to the holding room.<br><br>Keeping her hands over her face, she could hear the auctioneer calling out those horrid numbers, the pitch getting higher as the price sky rocketed. As she stood up there, most of her naked to the world, she thought of one thing to get her through it. She kept imagining her hands and claws around his sick throat, slowly draining the life from him for what he was doing here. She wasn't the only one being auctioned in this manner after all. There were plenty of demons like her, caught, trapped and forced into this slavery. She'd kept herself hidden so well, she was still confused as to how the auctioneer's men had picked her out. Syria was in fact the fourth out of ten for tonight. From what she figured, he held these parties every few months, when his crew captured enough demons. There were many kinds of demons in this world, and most humans knew nothing of them, so it was easy for him to run these things without much problem. It made her blood boil, and she hoped above everything that she could come back one day and repay the man for his 'kindness'.<br><br>She heard footsteps outside the door and lifted her face slightly, her bright blue eyes peeking over her fingers to watch the door, her heart pounding slightly. The handle turned, the beating in her ears grew and the door opened, the beating stopping as she caught sight of her master. She couldn't discern his mood or manner from his expression, but she stood up in front of him, knowing he was here to get her. If he was the rough type, she didn't want to anger him on their first meeting. She let her hands drop as much as they could, her wrists pulling against the soft silicone coating. Her long voluptuous body bared for him, she flared pink once again, lowering her head and staring at his feet. She kept her thin leathery wings tight to her back and her thick tail twined tightly around her leg. She'd never been so embarrassed. Her last hope was that he would cover her before her took her from this place. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Sort of Pet (Moyra &amp; Lithos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithos</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 17:19:20</strong>
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				Kenneth was still wondering if he was actually sane as he was going over the paperwork about his new purchase with the auctioneers.. associates. Nothing interested him more than things exotic and rare though.. he had been lucky enough to meet a person who claimed to have done business here before at a club he was going to. Not that he had believed anything he said at first, far from it but then the slightly buzzed man had actually taken him to a back room and had his pet show him how unique she really was. After that he had been possessed about obtaining one.<br><br>He was wearing his medium long light brown hair in ponytail, and was wearing sort of formal but comfortable clothing. He had dark dress shoes, black slacks and blazer, with white dress shirt underneath. Simple, stylish and functional was his motto about many things, and clothing was not really exception. Being 6'3” tall, he was used to being taller than most of the people he met, the woman who was giving him assistance about his new purchase in front of him was no exception. He smiled at her slightly as he was thinking about what had probably been the most foolish thing he had done in his 30 years. <br><br>This obsession of his had become ridiculously expensive.. The girl he had seen on display had been beautiful, perfectly proportioned, great skin colour, curves of just the right size and very enchanting blue eyes... and such unique white hair. He had bought large, secluded house from a suburb so that he could enjoy her time with her in peace... but in the end she had cost him a lot more than the small mansion itself. In three short weeks he had blown away most of the considerable amount of money his investments had brought him to date, and he could not help but chuckle at his foolishness a bit.<br><br>The lady in front of him was explaining him basics of what keeping his new pet entailed. Apparently, she would be able to hide her physical features as well, if not yet, at least in the future. She would also have some other abilities that could be useful. Also, as she explained him, everything sold here his new pet included was naturally more or less docile, and there was simple procedure that was used to seal the deal that would guarantee her loyalty and bind master and their pet together. He raised his eyebrows curiously as the girl asked for his hand and drew a blood sample with even, certain motions of a professional. <br><br><strong>“Combined with this here your blood will make unique substance that will alter your pet's biology a bit, Sir.”</strong> The girl proceeded to mix the contents of the vials as she continued <strong>“For staying in the world without dying, each demon needs to feed to small but very regular amounts of something coming from other living creatures. This will adjust her so that she will only ever be able to feed from you”</strong> She smiled at him mischievously as she continued <strong>“You can think of it as very very strong addiction, with ultimate symptom after long time of deprivation being fatal. Also, getting her fix after some deprivation, will cause immense pleasure and gratification.”</strong> She smiled even more sweetly as she continued her description <strong>“As for what to feed her, anything from within your body and with your DNA&nbsp; will do, this leaves you with some rather interesting possibilities, sir. Even very small amount is all right, as long as it is daily”<br></strong><br>The girl put the mixed substance to slot in a machine next to her, closing the lid, and after a while of&nbsp; humming, produced a capsule that she passed to him. She also gave him a small suitcase that had a tag carrying the name he had heard the girl being called at auction too, Syria. <strong>“Have her swallow that capsule once you go to get her, ask staff for assistance and wait a bit so we make new one if she does not. What ever happens, DO NOT leave the compound before she has had it.”</strong> She tapped the suitcase with a smile <strong>“You have bought something unique, and of course we have the most basic accessories ready as well, this case has fitting, very high quality manacles for her ankles and thighs, as well as durable and beautiful collar and a leash. It also contains keys for opening all of the manacles in the set, the wrist parts she has already on. Now follow me please,and I will show you where to retrieve her.” </strong><br><br>Kenneth nodded and followed the woman as she took him to a door at the end of a small hallway, further back from the sales area. He was still absorbing all the information she had told him, smiling some at some things he had in mind for the future already. The woman smiled and pointed at the door in front of them <strong>“She waits for you in the room within, congratulations on your purchase sir, I hope that you will be satisfied.”</strong> Without further ado, she left to return behind her desk, for giving same speech to next customer no doubt.<br><br>The door opened quietly as he stepped in, the girl seemed to be sitting in sofa near the wall, and stood up promptly as he entered. Kenneth was wondering how well trained she was, he did expect much from his pets, but he did not want to demand anything one would not have been trained to do yet. He decided that he would rather just teach and correct her along the way, from simple things to more demanding ones. <br><br>He was pleasantly surprised as she stood up to present herself in front of him. The girl had some basic training and manners at least he figured.<strong> “Greetings, my name is Kenneth and I am told that your name is Syria. I am your new owner and you can refer to me as Master or Sir for now, which ever you prefer.”</strong> He walked around her slowly, giving her body visual inspection, making sure that she was indeed as beautiful as the salesmen had promised. So far what he saw had him impressed. Her skin even if foreign color was beautiful and smooth. He ran his hand along her lower back very lightly, stopping to give a small caress to base of her tail, eying her closely to see how she reacted before retracting his hand. <br><br>He returned back to front of her and talked to her with soft, quiet voice. <strong>“I have a small get together present for you, be a good girl and open your mouth for me”</strong> He waited till she did as told, ready to either ask again or help her with opening up if necessary, and once her mouth was open, caressed her white hair gently and fed her the capsule. <strong>“Very good, now just swallow and we have this part done. Open your mouth for me again after you are done so I can see that you really did as told Syria dear.” </strong>He waited till she was done and checked her mouth to make sure before smiling and caressing her cheek gently<strong> “Excellent work dear, now I am sure that there are some things to ask in your mind. We will have time to talk when driving home, but you can ask about things you are most curious about now so that you can be a bit more at ease.” </strong> With that said, he stopped to look at her curiously as he waited to hear what she had in mind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Sort of Pet (Moyra &amp; Lithos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 05:47:06</strong>
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				<br>Hearing his low and slightly gruff voice soothed her aching nerves, his manner helping in that regard as well, though it was his voice that was like a balm on the hurts of the day. It sent a slight tingle down to her toes and she looked into his eyes.&nbsp; As he circled her, inspected her, and caressed her, another blush spread over her pale shimmering blue body, making her appear a beautiful shade of mauve. Syria's fingers locked together in front of her, as she wondered about the seemingly kind man who she was to now call Master. Would he be inconsiderate, or understanding of the position she was in? Would he simply see her as nothing, or would he maybe come to care for her...?<br><br>Doing as he commanded automatically, she opened her mouth to accept the capsule as his hand brushed over her hair gently, his hand smelling of a nice soap. Swallowing the pill with a bit of difficulty since she had no water, she was curious as to the importance of it, but did not ask. It was not her place after all, being this man's new pet. She opened her mouth for inspection, holding her breath for the moment, not sure how it smelled and not wanting to offend by accident. His hand sent tingles through her skin, and she found her face leaning into it slightly, her eyes fluttering for a split second.<br><br>Her mind stopping short at his question, she opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came. Clearing her throat and summoning the courage she knew she held, her quiet voice surprisingly rang through the room clearly, "Well, before you walked in i had about a million running through my head, though now that you're here, i can't find a single one. I hope i will have the chance again when I've had a bit of time to relax?" The words rushed out of her mouth in a bit of a blur, showing her extreme nervousness. Fearing she'd said to much, she looked at his feet, her fingers digging into themselves tightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Sort of Pet (Moyra &amp; Lithos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithos</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 07:02:35</strong>
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				He nodded and kept looking at her evenly, smiling some as he stepped closer to her and started to talk to her in quiet voice.<strong> "We could start from positioning, you are allmost at the correct waiting position, need just couple slight corrections. Put your hands behind your back, open your legs just a bit more and push your chest out a bit Syria dear and you are finely presented."</strong><br><br>He watched her, helping her with adjustments if necessary and smiled as she was finally done <strong>"Very good, now, I have couple things for you to wear before we can go anywhere."</strong> He opened the suitcase and brought out the manacles for her ankles, thighs and her collar. <strong>"Let's get these on you, and you will be even more pleasing to the eye."</strong> He moved her hair out of the way gently and fastened the collar on her neck loosely, locking it in place. After this he proceeded to lock the bracers to her ankles and thighs, smiling as he stepped back to look at her. <strong>"Very nice, that is more like a good pet should be."</strong><br><br>He walked around her slowly, looking her new gear appreciatively, reaching out with his hand to caress her abdomen very lightly, trailing his fingers along it as he moved around. <strong>"That capsule, you know very well that you always need something from something living to feed on right? from now on you will only ever be able to feed from something that is directly from me, so we are kind of stuck together."</strong> He stopped for a moment to see her reaction and moved to pick her leash from the suitcase, attaching it to ring on her collar. <strong>"Now, as far as moving goes, when I am leading you, you should walk next to me and just slightly behind me. Even when there are people watching, do not get all self conscious and try to hide. I am told that you are able to mask most of your demonic features. I will expect that from you when we are outside. My pets will not be hiding behind clothes from anything though. Most of the time you will be wearing nothing but your manacles and your collar, and perhaps a chastity belt to keep in what ever I choose to stay inside you." </strong><br><br>He smiled and tugged on her leash gently, motioning towards the door as he started to lead her forward.<strong> "Let us get to the parking hall and my car, and we can start heading to your new home Syria."<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Sort of Pet (Moyra &amp; Lithos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 03:49:08</strong>
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				<br>Listening intently as he told and helped her to position herself, her skin still an odd shade of purple from the blush, she found his touch soft, almost caring. Though she was still near naked, her nerves had calmed with his words and his helping. He didn't seem like he was going to be a cruel Master, and she was thankful. Being a sex slave, being a pet, being under someone else's control, she could handle all of that. Cruelty she couldn't bear.<br><br>Her eyes widened as he pulled out the rest of her rather odd jewelry. At least they were soft looking like her wrist adornments. Once he was done locking the pieces in place, she stood as he'd shown her, her pert breasts pointing toward him, her legs open slightly and her arms still locked behind her back. Circling her again, his touch making her belly do flops under his fingers, she listened as he explained their arrangement. So that's what the pill was for, she'd wondered when she'd swallowed it, but knew she had no choice so had done so without question. In fact it was a very clever idea, locking the pet to the Master by means of DNA, and if she herself wasn't locked in such a manner, she would even think it was a brilliant idea. The only problem she saw in the plan was that innocent demons were being forced into a form of slavery.<br><br>Hearing that she would never be wearing clothes, her body turned almost a deep purple colour, the blush becoming darker. He was going to make her walk in public like this? Yes, he was correct in the fact that she could hide her features, she'd been surviving that way for years, but her nakedness was fine to display? The part of her that rallied on about it in her mind, paid no attention to the part of her that tingled at the idea of being out there for show. That same hidden part of her woke up slightly at the mention of the chastity belt, her mind secretly working out what things he would leave inside her.<br><br>At the tug he gave her leash, she slipped forward with a bit of a jerk, quickly falling into step beside and behind him, saying quietly with only a slight bit of the fear she had merely twenty minutes ago, "Yes Master."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Sort of Pet (Moyra &amp; Lithos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithos</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 04:43:19</strong>
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				He opened the door to the hallway and led his pet out. He walked at slow pace, purposefully and obviously proud of his new pet, very pleased at her assuming the right way to follow at once. He could see many heads turning as they walked past the indoor crowd. He was definitely proud of her, and it felt good to see people react to her beauty. Once in the parking lot, he opened the passenger side door so that she could enter his black BMW. The windows were darkened and she would not need to worry about people seeing her true form when inside.<br><br>He hopped to the driver's seat, started the car and started to drive towards home. The night was young and there was no hurry, so he took the trip more as cruising rather than trying to get home fast. He had quite clear idea of the ways his pet would serve him already, but he could not help being curious to know what she was thinking about her future role as his pet. <strong>“So, you know that you will be mine for the rest of our days already, but tell me about what you have been thinking about your future service. I bet you had a lot of time to think about many different sort of things while you were waiting for me in that room Syria.”</strong><br><br>He smiled some as he thought about how well she had been behaving so far. He was almost certain that she had at least very general and vague idea of how she was expected to behave and what her rules would be <strong>“I would also need to know how much you have been trained in serving people so far. So be a good girl and tell me what you know about performing your duties. Helps me in figuring out what you need to be trained at still.”</strong><br><br>He drummed the wheel lightly as he drove onwards, still wondering about her apparent lack of curiosity. He was certain there was ton of things puzzling her, things that he would probably be able to give at least some sort of answer to.<strong> “Also, like I said before, you have permission to ask what ever you would like to know. There is no one but you and me here so what ever is in your mind, do not hesitate to talk about it.”</strong> He eased back against the driver's seat, curious to hear what she would have to say to his questions so far, and if she had any of her own. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Sort of Pet (Moyra &amp; Lithos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 19:29:40</strong>
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				Following him silently, and settling herself into the car, her tail wedged into the crack of the seat and then trailing over onto her lap, her wings folded tightly to her back, Syria's mind started to race with fears again. Most of them were irrational given what she could sense from this man, but they were there anyways. She didn't want to be beaten, she didn't want to be humiliated, she didn't want to be treated as a thing. When the Master spoke, his soothing voice broke through them again, washing them away so that when she went to answer him, she could speak with a clear and steady voice, rather than a shaky one. "I honestly refused to think of that much, i found the more i thought of it the more i worried about other things. Images of an unknown man beating me, abusing me, and being generally cruel to me would flow through my head, so i just refused to think of any of it." She looked worriedly at him, her eyes a bit wide, hoping that she hadn't offended him. "I don't mean to offend, now that I've talked to you those fears have quieted as you don't seem like that type of man... I hope my judgement hasn't failed me completely."<br><br>Turning to look out the window, she thought on his second inquiry, answering quietly, "I haven't had much training actually. Just always been good at doing what i was told and have always wanted to please others. What little they've taught me in manners here is all i know. I can only hope you'll be patient with me Master." She bit at her bottom lip nervously, hoping she hadn't upset the man she was to be with for the rest of her time on this earth. She didn't have many fears, but she had plenty of hopes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Sort of Pet (Moyra &amp; Lithos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithos</strong> on <strong>16-11-2008, 01:12:22</strong>
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				His new companion appeared to be quiet at first, but she replied quite quick and with surprisingly even voice. Her worries were natural of course, and he was still not quite sure what she would make out of her duties. Abuse was something he had never liked, and he disliked being feared as well. Still, he knew he was quite demanding at times, and if one of the few rules he had were broken, he was more than able to deal out punishment as well. <br><br><strong>“Pleasure Slave is what you were sold as, and that is what I bought you for. I have no desire to go punishing someone without reason. I do expect you to do your work, which is pleasing me, to best of your ability. You can forget the slave part, I want to be able to give you some affection, and to receive some as well, so Pet would be a lot more proper word for you Syria dear. There will be some rules to your service too that we will go over later, from breaking them you can and will be punished as well, but that will always be for clear reason, not on whim.”</strong><br><br>He eyed her from the corner of his eye while otherwise concentrating on the road to see her reactions to the news. Her lack of training would not be much of an issue. That was always something he could fix by himself, and the training part was one of the pleasures of having a good pet to begin with so he was actually somewhat pleased for having to do that. <br><br><strong>“As far as training goes, since you are pretty much a clean slate concerning that, I will not be expecting much more from you either. I will take care of your training myself and we will start from quite simple things and move to more complex and difficult ones later when you are ready for it. Things that you need to know are usually quite simple, and usually related as actual skill in doing certain tasks or pleasing me in certain way, endurance in some of the more straining of your duties, and obedience and discipline that you will need in succeeding some of the things that I will require from you.”<br></strong><br>He smiled at her reassuringly <strong>“None of the things that I mentioned are all that hard, and I will not expect you to be perfect at something till you have had chance to train it enough. What I do expect from you from the start are devotion to your duties and obedience. You will not be able to really learn other things without those.”</strong> What else to tell her for starting info, he really did not know. She could probably ask for clarifications for things she was most curious about herself. <strong>“Now that you know a bit more of what your task will be and what will be expected of you, do you have any things you would like to know more about or need clarification of?”<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Sort of Pet (Moyra &amp; Lithos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>16-11-2008, 02:37:53</strong>
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				<br>As she listened she was relieved to know her instincts about him were not wrong. Though she of course understood the need for punishment if it called for it, knowing now that he wasn't excessive with it was comforting. Hearing him refer to her a a pet was also comforting, people often saw pets as part of the family, a loved one, rather than a being lower than themselves. She took in all of his words with either a nod or a murmur of understanding, waiting to speak till he was finished. "A pleasure slave is what i am, but minus the slave, so basically a Pleasure Pet? I will do my best in that regard, as i said i have always been eager to please, and it will of course be the same with you Master." She looked at him as she spoke softly, her voice still clear and steady, and she was glad for that, as she was finding herself very nervous.<br><br>"I will take all i can from you and learn my training as quickly as i can, though i am relieved to know a lot of it is quite simple, and i assume a lot of it will become second nature soon." She softened slightly at his smile, her nerves calming in turn as she continued, "You say you expect devotion and obedience, and you already have them." She blushed slightly, never having said things like that before or even thinking about it, but she found she meant them already. She'd known him for short minutes, but deep in her core, she knew this man was her Master and knew she would do all she could to please him. The realisation shook her slightly, and she stared a bit frankly at this man, answering question with none of her own, "For the moment, i don't think i have any questions. I actually feel a bit more at ease, knowing your intentions for me. I'll be sure to ask you any questions as i have them, if that is alright with you?"<br><br>Thinking for a second, she came up with one question and quickly popped it out, her voice rushing out a bit, "Actually, i was wondering about what i am allowed to say or not say. Am i allowed to speak freely or do i speak when spoken to, or when asked to?" She thought it might be an odd question, but it made sense to her. She was his pet after all, maybe he liked silence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Sort of Pet (Moyra &amp; Lithos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithos</strong> on <strong>16-11-2008, 04:23:33</strong>
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				He smiled as he listened to her comments about what he told her, smiling some as he drummed the wheel with his fingers. She seemed to be both affectionate and very eager. Her voice was pleasant to listen, which together with her last question had him think about what to do about her talking. Usually he had his pets only talk when they were spoken to unless it was a special circumstance. Then again, if she was polite it did not really matter when it was just the two of them. When he had company was whole another matter, good pet was not seen or heard then when it was not needed after all. <br><br><strong>“I think I will make a small change to my usual habits. When it is just two of us you may speak freely as you wish unless I order you to remain quiet. When I have company though, you should only speak when spoken to.”</strong><br><br>(http://lithos.takaovi.net/kenneth_mansion.jpg)<br><br>They finally arrived to yard of the small mansion. It is finely built, even if a lot smaller than really large and extravagant ones, although still very high quality house for the suburb they were in. The yard was lined with well cut, thick bushes giving it good bit of privacy from prying eyes. He parked the car to front of the garage, stopped the engine and stepped out, moved to the other side and opened the passenger side door for his pet.<br><br><strong>“And this would be home. I will give you better tour once we are inside. Living room, kitchen and&nbsp; guest rooms and bathroom are downstairs. Main bedrooms, two large bathrooms and.. special playroom for us is in upstairs.”</strong><br><br>He took her leash and led her inside through a thin path going through the front yard. He left his shoes and overcoat to small entrance room before leading her on to the large living room. He took her leash off, there was no reason why she should not walk around on her own at home. <strong>“Go and look around as much as you wish. After you are done we will make visit to upstairs, I need to give you a bit more through checkup than what I did back at the auction building.” </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Sort of Pet (Moyra &amp; Lithos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>16-11-2008, 08:01:39</strong>
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				Syria was glad she wouldn't always have to be quiet, she wasn't so by nature and she wasn't sure she'd be able to follow that rule well. "Thank you, i fear i would have been getting in trouble a lot as i can never seem to keep my mouth shut. Though you needn't worry about my control in the presence of company, i will do my best." As they pulled into the drive, her mouth opened slightly at the site of the property and the mansion. It was simply beautiful and she wasn't sure she deserved to live here. After seeing the inside of the house she was sure she didn't deserve this, even though she knew she was here as a pet, the mansion was furnished beautifully. Everything was done in rich dark woods, deep reds and brilliant silvers. There were mirrors on the walls in silver painted frames, wondrous works of art placed at points of focus around the rooms. It was if she had stepped back two centuries in time.<br><br>She walked through the few rooms closest to the living room, not wanting to go far for fear of getting lost, she stepped up to her master, saying quietly and with much awe in her voice, "Your home is marvelous, and i feel slightly out of place here, but i love it. I am repeatedly thankful that it was you that bought me today." She smiled as she said it, her face flushing yet again. Her skin felt as if she'd never get passed the amount of blushing she'd done today.
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