Never owned a slave before..? (Akina & Tiaan)
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				Title: <strong>Never owned a slave before..? (Akina &amp; Tiaan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>28-03-2012, 01:08:07</strong>
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				Tsuki had already been labouring for three hours when she heard, or rather smelt, her master and owner, Grodvic, stumbling along the quiet, predawn streets of Kura town. She narrowed her pretty almond shaped eyes into ugly, venomous slits when she spied he was alone; he’d taken Amina, his other slave, out with him last night and was returning without her. Presumably this explained his drunken state since they’d been penniless the day before, after paying their merchants tax. Right now, Amina was no doubt on her back, or bent over a table in some grotty upstairs room at a local inn, hired out for a few gold coins which now swilled and fermented in Grodvic’s belly in the form of ale. It’d likely been spent before she even got her knickers down.<br><br>Hoisting the heavy metal tub that would later be filled with the sweet candied almonds they made she struggled it over to the counter top and dropped it into its hole. It fell into place with a loud clang and a little yelp from Tsuki as she narrowly avoided having her fingertips squashed. She was panting a little from her exertions, and had a sinking heart at the prospect of completing the labours alone – she was barely halfway, and building the wooden frame and countertop for the stall had been the easy part.<br><br>“Heyy gorgeous…” Grodvic slurred as he came to a halt in front of Tsuki. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as the full brunt of the stale ale and unwashed clothes hit her sinuses. Her drunken master eyed her up and down, she was dressed simply, barefoot and wearing just a pair of shorts and a simple wrap around her chest. It was the only way to dress in this region, the sun wasn’t even up and the balmy southern climes were already making her long for a large expanse of cool, clear water to dive into.<br>Grodvic’s head wobbled as he tried to hold his focus on her. “Come… ta’ tha’ tent… I need yerr… &lt;hic&gt; help wi’ something…” His lips cracked into a leer, exposing his crooked black and brown tobacco stained teeth.<br><br>He made a grab for her, his thick, greasy fingers batting at the air where his blurred vision predicted her arse would be. Tsuki dodged back a step and hissed at him.<br>“Fuck off Grodvic… I need to get this set up or we’ll have no gold!” Her brow was furrowed in fury at the sorry mess that stood before her; and <em>she</em> belonged to said sorry mess… what did that say of her?<br><br>“Bah… suit yerrself…” Grodvic growled, before stumbling through the stall towards the tent at the rear, mumbling something unintelligible and tripping over the carefully arranged pile of equipment Tsuki had painstakingly laid out, scattering pots and plates in every direction and making a deafening racket in the previously silent street.<br><br>He managed to crawl halfway through the tent’s opening before passing out, the sounds of his snores rose and fell like a hammer on Tsuki’s nerves and she sighed heavily before turning back to her task. As much as she hated it, someone had to look after them.
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				Post by: <strong>Nimander</strong> on <strong>28-03-2012, 02:07:03</strong>
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				The roofs in Kuma at night belonged to those that dared to dart across them. Thieves and assassins, those within the Guild hired them out to do dirty work. Of course, some loners were in that nightly silence as well. Tatsu shook his head as his medium-lengthened dark chocolate hair tussled around his head and ears. He bolted quickly from three roofs to an alley way that went into the main streets, as he listened to feet walk, run, and job along the cobbles. The tavern across smelled horrid, as always; drunks likely slouched over tables, other laid in the mess on the floor, made of ale, dropped food, and whatever else was discarded, intended or not, on the floor. He wondered once more why his 'friends' hung out at the Raven's Inn, then decided once more he didn't want to know.<br><br>His eyes, the same color as his hair, turned sharply at a sound as his hands jumped to the twin daggers hidden under his cloak. A cat stumbled through the alley as though drunk. After their eyes met, the cat and tatsu hissed at each other before the smaller animal jumped away as he loosened a sigh. He'd made a small gain this day, an addition to the small amount of his own assets. With the coin pouch, he thought to buy ale, but this night it smelled a bit worse than usual. He muttered under his breather, "You gatta be kidding me!" The young thief shook his head once more and ran slender finger through his hair before he turned and jumped into the air.<br><br>His feline showed as he uncurled his spine only to fall into a crouch and moved low along the roofs. He jumped lightly from roof to roof before he slipped into a new alley. It seemed like some of construction was going on for the Mitsuhira family, or maybe their neighbors. He shrugged before he slipped along the alley and pulled the hood of his dark tan cloak over his head, his ears flattened over his head. He watched along the main road until he saw the stinking man, he'd seen him a few times at the Raven with another girl. He seemed to argue with another one before he gave in. His movements were clearly that of a drunk. He noted them only for a moment before he moved on.<br><br>He made it to the next alley mouth before he turned and slipped along it until he had calculated were the girl was. He extended his claws a little more and started a slow slip up the brick wall. He moved as silently as he could until he reached the top. He then shimmied his way along the roof and over to watch the girl. Feline eyes looked down on the girl, and she intrigued him. He kept his tail down, though he could barely contain it. She was barely wearing anything at all, and looked like she was not in the best...conditions. After time passed by, he muttered under his breath, "She can't be happy with that drunk..."<br><br>Wheels ground into working condition for the second time this night as he made one quick decision: he wanted this girl. Now the question was, how to steal her away from this one? He was certainly almost always drunk. Every time Tatsu entered the Raven recently, he had seem the man. He would have to get the name from Spinner, the bar tender, later. He kept himself low as he could, and as out of the way as he could as the way to take her seeped into his head.<br><br>He then slipped from the roof and back down into the alley. He wore pants, though was barefoot. His shirt was a little large and loose, and around that was a dark tanned cloak. Between the pants and shirt, an inexpensive belt kept the pants on and shirt tucked in. On there was a small pouch with the gold, and on each side was tucked a dagger, near his rear. He made his way back into the main street, through now he walked the opposite way and slipped onto the job site. Hopefully he could catch her with something that required two people to work. From there, or a second point, he hoped to get his hooks into her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Never owned a slave before..?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>28-03-2012, 03:07:44</strong>
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				Sweating and straining as she heaved the heavy equipment into place Tsuki cursed Grodvic, and cursed Amina too – who could well be curled up and sleeping at the foot of a warm bed by now. A drunken fumble and a quick frenzied screw and she could roll back to the stall whenever she felt like it, Grodvic would never know she’d spent half the day dozing instead of laying his customer. Tsuki knew the routine; she’d done it herself enough times. Both her and Amina were now experts in getting a drunk off as quickly as possible, and snatching a few hours of uninterrupted rest post-coitus. No, Tsuki didn’t expect to see the dark skinned beauty she shared her chores with until at least noon, probably later. <br><br>The three of them had been in Kura for a little over a week, the two slaves ran the candied almond stall for Godric while he mooched around town spending the little coin they made on drugs, booze and gambling. It hadn’t always been so tight, six months ago they’d had a prime spot with a travelling carnival. A new city every other week and an endless stream of jubilant festival goers, who couldn’t get enough of their sugary wares as they sampled the warm hearted fun and dazzling magic of the carnival. <br><br>Grodvic had screwed it up of course.<br><br>Getting drunk, touching up the dancing girls at the big top, getting into arguments with customers and generally being unpleasant to everyone. The more gold he had the worse he was it seemed. Eventually the other attraction owners got together and decided to kick Grodvic and his candied almond stall out of the carnival. His two cat-slaves went with him of course.<br><br>After that they’d been effectively relegated from the big cities and were forced to widen their sphere and hit the more provincial towns and villages. Although you’d hardly call it the sticks, life was more laid back out here and money was more precious. There wasn’t much call for sweet treats on the road side except once a week on market day. The trio would stay in a town until they could no longer pay the tax and then would usually be forced to beat a hasty retreat, burning their bridges and ensuring they could never bring the stall back to that town again.<br><br>They’d just managed to scrape together enough to pay the tax in Kura, in another week it would be due again. Tsuki hoped their new spot would prove more fruitful than the last; they were as close to the rich side of town as they could get without angering the land lords, which was still a good few miles. Still, it was on the main thoroughfare that people travelled between there and the town centre, they couldn’t really do any better. Tsuki just had to figure out a way of keeping some of the gold from Grodvic.<br><br>Tsuki finished setting up all the equipment a little before dawn. Birds were already merrily chirping away and the sky had taken on the ashy grey that signalled the sun’s arrival was close. The stall was erected, the banner securely tied in place, the canvas roof hung overhead - blissful shade from the burning sun. The deep tub that would hold the cooked nuts that were ready to serve, various pots of toppings to further spice up or sweeten the delicious candies. A wide pan that they blended their secret syrup mixture in with which to coat the nuts, everything was ready, except… Tsuki groaned as she realised the oil burning stove still needed filling. They had a full drum of oil but it was too heavy for her to lift on her own. There was no way she could heft it up high enough to align the tap with the stove’s receptacle. She groaned, her face screwed up as if she was about to cry. If she didn’t start cooking almonds she’d miss the steady traffic of people that strode these roads on their way to work.<br><br>Flashing an angry glare at the soles of Grodvic’s shoes poking out of the tent, oblivious to her suffering, she stomped over to the cart and attempted to slide the oil drum off herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Never owned a slave before..?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimander</strong> on <strong>28-03-2012, 18:25:12</strong>
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				He would see that she had something set up within the confines of the area. A stall of some kind, not too large the thief supposed, but it wasn't too small either. The area she was in was a decent one along the main road. Kuma started a little later than most other towns, if one wasn't a guard or a farmer. They were slightly industrial, and some over night operations used charms to run things akin to butter churning. Tatsu had been a worker at such a plant, a few years ago. Tatsu had quit after a few years, after a certain incident. People in Kuma didn't speak of it, but it had resulted in special fire.<br><br>Kuma's lanterns were alight with azure flames, from underneath the city. Within the belly of the city were both pipes and gas. Engineered years ago, no one knew whom created these pipes. They were the only things that survived around a hundred years ago, when a mysterious figure had destroyed the city, suddenly. Those left alive rebuilt into the new Kuma town that was here today. It was during the end of the reconstruction that Tatsu was born, but he had little time to think on that.<br><br>As the thief approached, he noted his entrance and smirked for a moment before Tatsu jogged over and crouched slightly as his hands gripped the oil drum and pulled up. Heavy as it was, it was much easier with two of them, if she didn't yelp out in surprise and drop 'her end' first. He smiled over at her in either case and said, "Let me give you a hand, miss." It was an innocent smile, with a face that said he just wanted to help, a face he was still perfecting. Tatsu would, of course, assist her if she allowed him to. If she would try to push him aside from this, that wasn't a problem. He had second plan in mind. <br><br>He added shortly after he first spoke, as he nudged his head towards the passed-out Grodvic, "If that man wasn't passed out over there, he'd help you, yes? I'll assist you until he gets up, if you'll let me." In this case, the girl was stuck. With a local offering assistance, she could either get a positive foothold by being nice, or she could destroy any chance that they had at business at this town. It would have been the perfect time to smirk, if he wasn't trying to take her from this little store. A boring life, into a more exciting life, anyway. She may not know it, but he did have some smarts.<br><br>In fact, he used his smarts in his last break in. A slightly wealthy man, he had heard rummer that the guards and him were squabbling over payments owed and of course the man wouldn't pay what the owner really should give them. So Tatsu used that friction and a lightly expensive charm to break the charm of alarm that the man had set up. Tatsu had slipped over the wall as he noted the guards not even taken to their task of employment. It had been a time before he found a small box, but that was all the time he had left on his charm. He'd have to steal from that man again- and if Tatsu could get her, then he would have an easier time.
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				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 00:56:06</strong>
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				Tsuki did indeed let out a little yelp of surprise, and very nearly did drop ‘her end’ as the boy’s strong grip suddenly bore the lion’s share of the load, his youthful face appearing out of nowhere to disarm her with his easy smile. He was cute, and his voice was both charming and respectful yet after allowing herself to be distracted for a moment by his deep brown eyes she was on guard and immediately suspicious. <br><br>He was a neko for a start, and she knew all too well the heavy load life in this human run country put on its feline cousins. They rarely amounted to more than thuggery, prostitution and crime – that is if they weren’t sold into slavery. Skulking around in the deep blue of dawn, just happening upon a ‘damsel in distress’ and playing the knight, it smacked of an opportunist thief or blagger. Still, she wouldn’t get her job done without his help. She’d have to keep a close eye on him though; she presumed he was angling to lift a few handfuls of something valuable. Unlucky for him they were flat broke.<br><br>“That’s very kind of you… Mr…?” She replied, prompting for his name as they walked the heavy barrel over to the cooker. She was alert, her feline eyes seeing clearly in the low light, checking to see if he hesitated, which might indicate he was giving her a fake name in which case she should be doubly cautious.<br><br><em> "If that man wasn't passed out over there, he'd help you, yes? I'll assist you until he gets up, if you'll let me."</em><br><br>Tsuki let out a little chuckle at this comment, as <em>if</em> Godvic would help her… perhaps with the barrel but she’d need to nag for an hour. Maybe the boy <em>was</em> genuine? He seemed so naïve…<br><br>“Sorry.” She said, apologising for laughing at him “But no, Godvic wouldn’t be helping me now. A slave master doesn’t make a habit of working alongside his property…” She sighed a little, suddenly envying the boys freedom. <br>“Although if you’d still like to help… you’d be very welcome!” She added quickly. She was warming to the boy and her defences lowered a little. As long as she made sure to keep any coins they took on her, what harm could he do? <br>“And you can have as many almonds as you like!” She added, actively trying to entice him now. “They’re very tasty when cooked!”<br><br>She felt quite relieved in fact, like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders, with his help they’d be fully set up in no time and she’d have a batch ready for the morning rush. <br><br>“I’m Tsuki by the way.” She said, flashing the boy a grateful smile as they finished filling the cooker and proceeded to haul the drum back over to the cart.
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				Post by: <strong>Nimander</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 23:01:20</strong>
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				The girl let out that yelp, as he had suspected. After all, he had came out of nowhere, though what he did and how he acted would surely see if the success of the first plan worked. Within the bag of coins was another charm, usually a last resort type. But of course, he could use it once she warmed up to him, so he acted as genuine as possible, since he knew very well his own species of beings in this predominantly human town. But there were things that hid even parts of his 'stumbling', like the eyes that seemed to take people unawares. Though young, he knew some of the world, perhaps more than the pampered brats around his age.<br><br><br>As they started to move the oil drum, Tatsu replied to her query, "I'm Tatsu, sorry I didn't say so sooner." The barrel was slightly heavy, but nothing he couldn't handle if he needed to carry it on his own, with some effort, of course. And his name given wasn't a hard item of his to give, he was fairly unknown around here, so she could at least know part of the truth. After all, thinking how others thought was part of his break in scheme of his thievery. Not that he was a master at it, but he at least had guesses towards his own people and 'social class'.<br><br><br>With the drum at the cooker, they seemed to allot themselves a short break from the work that was still truly needed to finish. From a quick gaze at the set up, and a quick sniff, it was some kind of candy operation here. What it was exactly, he couldn't say. He turned at the chuckle and rose an eyebrow before an apology was sent his way, at which he just smiled and nodded back. <em>"So, that passed out drunk is called Godvic? He sure fancies an odd name, but he was about to have his slave..."</em> His thoughts paused there before he turned to face her once more, <em>"Slave?! I have no idea..."</em> Of course he had thought these two were an odd couple to begin with, but he supposed it made sense now.<br><br><br>"Almonds, you say?" He smiled at her offer as he cracked his neck and announced with energy, "If you want those ready in time, then we should hurry up and get them cooking!" He turned to the oil a moment before he turned back to hear her name, "Tsuki-san, is it? Nice to meet you." Yes, he could sense that she relaxed around him. After all, it was not every day that a member of the nekomimi walked around freely and had this sort of time. Tatsu was lucky in how he lived, but in many ways, more dangerous than any other work he'd done. And that was the allure, as a fisherman loved the calm, and the candy worker loved sweets and smiles, he loved the challenge.<br><br><br>Tatsu worked with as efficiently as he could at this, of course if she forbid him to see their 'secret', he wasn't going to push her- but he would be playful. Oh yes, this was just part of his plot...and of course at the end he would have a few almonds!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Never owned a slave before..? (Akina &amp; Tiaan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 00:57:55</strong>
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				The remainder of the work went by swiftly thanks to the boy’s assistance, and although Tsuki wouldn’t like to admit it, having a cute, young, neko boy to talk to certainly dispelled the usual monotony. <br><br>By the time the first person passed by, steadily treading his own monotonous commute into the centre of Kura, the air up and down the street was filled with the sweet, sugary aroma of candied almonds that would send even the most disciplined of appetites soaring. Tsuki could hear the soft rumbles of the man’s belly and the gulp of fresh saliva as he stopped in front of them and requested a bag.<br>“Good morning to you sir! Of course you may, I can tell you’re hungry, how about I make it a big bag?” She wore a dazzling smile, the brightness reaching up to her eyes, which shone and twinkled their deep blue that were an enigma to some, and an invitation to many. She acted out a quick look over her shoulder in Grodvic’s direction and leaned over the counter, adding in a whisper “I’ll only charge you a penny more, just don’t tell my master!” She giggled cutely but smiled more smugly on the inside, noticing the man’s gaze having dipped to the deep cleavage she was now displaying.<br>“Thank you my dear!” He said in a cheerful voice, the sight of Tsuki’s pert, ample breasts seemed to have eradicated the lingering remnants of sleep from his head.<br><br>“Thank you! Please come again!” Tsuki called after him after their transaction was completed and he was merrily scoffing almonds out of the bag as he trundled on down the road. He’d definitely be back tomorrow.<br><br>She’d set Tatsu to cooking up the nuts, after she’d mixed the days batch of syrup it was a simple task of sizzling the almonds in a pan, just adding more of the gloopy mixture whenever their coatings started to thin. The cooked nuts were then dumped into the deep metal tub, which used a kind of charm powered fan to dry them out and keep them from becoming too moist and sticky. Tsuki manned the counter, knowing that it was her charisma – and well, her ‘assets’ – that would draw people in as much as the sweet scented candy.<br><br>She laughed and joked with the customers, batting her eyelashes or blushing prettily whenever someone started to flirt or make any kind of suggestive comment. With the women she kept it strictly professional and avoided the gaze of any would be husband or boyfriend. Tsuki was a pro, the years she’d worked at the carnival attested to that. Truly her talents were wasted on Grodvic.<br><br>As the morning wore on she chatted with Tatsu and further warmed to his easy charm and boyish good looks. She felt a little guilty in fact that she’d suspected him of being a con artist. She told him all about herself and how she’d ended up with Grodvic. She had no shame about her life; she wouldn’t have survived as a slave if she did, with the kinds of things <em>she’d</em> had to do. Of course she didn’t go into any of <em>that</em> with Tatsu.<br><br>“So, Mama owed a lot of money, you know how it is - they tax us but won’t employ us other than to chase the rats out of the sewers, or to lug stuff around they deem inexpensive enough for us to be trusted with… Of course where I’m from they’re a bit more prejudiced than down here. Mama couldn’t even get a job as a barmaid, and she was beautiful!” Tsuki’s eyes shone when she remembered her mother, but then they turned sad and she looked a little downcast.<br>“She took to smoking idris seed… she was pretty addicted, which of course made the money situation even worse. I worked as hard as I could, hauling crates of apples at the market. Then one day she was found dead. No one told me why, or how, I heard it from the debt collectors when they visited late one night. ‘I’ was the only thing of value in our little room, so I was sold at auction the next day. Ten years later and here I am!” She flashed him a smile, a genuine one. “Life’s hard but I get to travel, and I get to meet interesting people like you.” She nudged him playfully with her shoulder as she said ‘you’, right before she took on a little blush; was she actually flirting with someone? And it wasn’t an act?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Never owned a slave before..? (Akina &amp; Tiaan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimander</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 04:02:02</strong>
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				Tatsu manned, after some light instruction, the 'grill', as he thought of it. Customers passed by, most of them only noted that it was a pair or just the singular nekomimi, and the morning went along simply. Between the times of heavy traffic, workings off to the fields or off to industral work, the two chatted. Tatsu learned more of the girl than he had thought she would have surrendered so quickly. Her life story wasn't all that long; and it was likely more interesting than his own. The nekomimi smiled and nodded to her and never interrupted her. Perhaps this would be a third way to take her?<br><br>The male turned his eyes to a man who knew him; years ago as he came to the counter. He looked between the two, and once he spotted Tatsu, the man paused. He adjusted his head and asked, "Tatsu? Is that you?" The man had a short hair cut, and wore leather armor. A crest of a family was tappered onto the front, that of the Duras household. He was a former bar tender at the Raven Inn, but left to get 'fortune'. "It is you, Tatsu! It's been almost a week since you visited the Raven. Have you been workin' here?"<br><br>The thief blinked a moment before he chuckled and replied, "Brithune, it must be you." He continued with the roasted nuts a moment and then turned to the man, "Well, no, it just started up here, you see. They're really good tho'!" He tossed the man a sample, a single one and winked at Tsuki, "Spread&nbsp; the word, will you?" He knew the man from his former line of work, and then the Inn. And now he was back in that line of work. On the inside, Tatsu shook his head and thought, how sad. Well, there was no use in his muse over it, but now he knew not to go near the Duras any time soon.<br><br>The man bought an extra large bag and paid a little extra before he left. Tatsu knew a few people, though most had faded away because they were dull. Brithune was the type to be loud, but had big dreams and a bigger heart. It was his strength and downfall, Tatsu supposed. He turned to the nuts and placed them into the tub, checked the charm, and then sat back a moment as he looked over at Tsuki.<br><br>The lull started, where only a few passed by, which gave Tsuki the opportunity to give more details on her story. He indeed could relate to some of it. He nodded his head before he closed those deep brown eyes and then playfully patted her head after she nudged him, and he wondered where this playful nature came from? Under the couch after she had spent some time with him, perhaps? He'd had to find out later. He blushed back and replied, "Interestin' isn't the word that I would use for me, but you certainly are." He then pressed his face in near her's and said, "I can say one thing for certain, Tsuki- you sure are cute!" Nekomimi playfulness was just a natural thing to Tatsu, so a tease or two wasn't uncommon from him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Never owned a slave before..? (Akina &amp; Tiaan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiaan</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 13:34:34</strong>
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				Tsuki turned away from him, hiding the deep shade of red that coloured her cheeks, busying herself with rearranging the condiments on the counter top.<br>“Th… thank you…” She replied simply, a little confused over why she was being so shy, and why his comment had caused her to come over so flushed. She’d received a lot of comments, and ‘observations’, from men; she’d been called sexy, slutty, a damn good ride and had been told she had lips made for sucking and an ass you just wanted to sink your teeth into – and those were just the ones that bore repeating. She’d never, in all her years of servitude and slavery been called cute… and certainly not in the innocent, playful way that Tatsu had given his offhand compliment.<br><br>Tsuki’s head was reeling, did he like her? Did <em>she</em> like him? Could there be any outcome other than heartache if she let it go any further? What would they do? He’d have to buy her… somehow… Suddenly she caught herself and put a halt to the multitude of thoughts spinning through her head; he’d only said she was cute… he hadn’t proposed or anything, and already she was thinking of their potential future together! She relaxed, then smiled mischievously and rounded on Tatsu.<br>“You’re pretty cute too!” She said, leaning forward and giving him a peck on the cheek before turning away again and giggling.<br><br>Just then she caught sight of a rather stiff legged Amina wandering up the high street. The girl looked pretty miserable; it must’ve been a tough night for her too. Her auburn hair was dishevelled and she had a tired, weary expression. Tsuki felt little compassion for her though, it wasn’t like she herself hadn’t been working hard too.<br><br>“Look what the cat dragged in!” Tsuki called out, showing her slave sister a welcoming smile.<br>“Yea… morning to you too…” The slave muttered sleepily as she reached the counter and grabbed a handful of candied almonds. “Who’s he?” She asked, her eyes narrowing as she noticed Tatsu.<br>Amina wasn’t a neko like Tsuki, just a human girl who’d ended up on the wrong side of a slavers net, picked up after she’d been forced to wander the wilds following a bandit attack on her caravan.<br><br>“He’s Tatsu, and we were just leaving!” Tsuki announced, pulling off the little apron she wore and tossing it at Amina. “Your shift is starting right now!”<br><br>Ignoring Amina’s grumbled complaints Tsuki grabbed Tatsu’s hand and led him out of the stall.<br>“C’mon, let’s go do something fun for a change! Show me what there is to do in this town.” She flashed him an excited smile, her deep blue eyes shone with love and longing and her hand in his felt like a perfect fit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Never owned a slave before..? (Akina &amp; Tiaan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nimander</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 03:01:02</strong>
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				The teen nekomimi smirked lightly as he not how she seemed to be rather, well, shy. Normally, he thought nekomimi were always playful, and thus used to this type of behavior. But not Tsuki, and that struck him as good. It would make this all the easier. That drunkard didn't deserve the beauty that sat near him, no he did not. He would definitely steal her from the man. He smiled lightly, and modified his plan as he listened to her thank him for the off handed compliment, to which he threw on a larger smile and replied, "It's true, y'know." He had talons him her, and now the question for him was, when could he leave the water with his prize?<br><br>And then she did something that he expected, she playfully gave him a quick kiss in the cheek after she had said that he was cute as well. This turn of events didn't change his plans, not this modified version. If he was right, then her bow-legged 'companion' should be back any time now, as it was now late morning, and the rush was gone. Now late people and the like were going their way to work. So he had memorized these silly people. None of them really noted the stand, and about that time he noted another that came this way.<br><br>"Look what the cat dragged in," Tsuki had called out- rather enthusiastic about this sort of thing, wasn't it? Her companion had been bowed legged that night, her hair looked like it and the exspression wasn't that of one who had a quick one and then went to bed. He wondered how many had taken her that night? The he pulled his thoughts from that, knowing the types that went there. His being there was questioned in a way, and of course Tsuki bailed him out.<br><br>“C’mon, let’s go do something fun for a change! Show me what there is to do in this town,” she had said as he was pulled from the stall, away from the human slave girl. With the drunkard still asleep, this was child's play and they easily slipped out. She wanted to see the town? "Urg, now that's an annoyance, but I can show her the lighter places around here, buy her some lunch...and then we'll head to my place." After all, it seemed like he had been up most of the night, and now mot of the early morning.<br><br>Tatsu brought her to the outskirts of the rich area, which was gated off. He smiled lightly as he said, "These are the rich houses, as you can see. They generally are nice enough to us poorer people, besides the nasty rich ones." He pointed out a house that was marble white, and was in face made of marble. Walls were erected around it, made of pure stone. Magic had obviously been used to mold and set the wall. Outside stood three guards, and he knew there were at least four on the other side of the wall. "Baron Amber is one of the worst."<br><br>The nekomimi then decided on a lighter tone place, which was one of his more favorite areas to shop, the Blue Flame Street, with the Azure Market. Many of the stalls were a shade of blue, or had a charm was made the stall flicker like azure flames. "This market street was named after the blue flames from the gas under the city. As you can see, there are many gas lamps. At night, this is the most beautiful place in town." He then took her on a quick look around the market, and maybe even got her a little trinket or two. Trinkets that were not that much, but to a girl like Tsuki, they were likely more than she was used to.<br><br>By then, it was time for lunch. He smiled lightly as he offered, "I can buy you some lunch. There's a place that I think you should try, I really enjoy the fish there." He squeezed her hand a bit, not hard, but more lovingly. Since her eyes had taken to a...loving...look, Tatsu decided that it was for the best.
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