Origins (MabFaerie/Chevalier Shambler de Poissons)
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				Title: <strong>Origins (MabFaerie/Chevalier Shambler de Poissons)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 23:21:27</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">How long had it been now?<br>A few days?<br>A few weeks?<br>Perhaps even a month at most?<br>When would this game end?<br><br>Pretty and pale was this gentle fae creature, with overly wide, violet colored eyes that searched in wonder and confusion. Squinting out at the darkness around her, wishing for a way out but knowing by now there wasn't one, at least, not an easy one.<br>Silvery white hair cascaded down her small frame shoulders, a sign of wisdom but not age.<br>Pale glistening wings poked out from her shoulder blades. If she were free, they'd be stretched and displayed like a trophy. But here, now, they were tucked in close to her body, proving what warmth they could for her.<br>The fae's body was clothed in a leaf green cloth dress, covering her most private parts just enough but failing to provide any sort of warmth, which was unfortunate considering that winter was upon them soon and the cage this fae was trapped in was already cold enough without being surrounded by snow.<br><br>With a turn of her head, she listened.<br>Footsteps sounded, more than one set.<br>A visitor? Now?<br>In fear, she shuffled backwards, her back pressing against the cold bars of the cage.<br>She didn't want to be seen. She just wanted to disappear.<br>Please... no more pain... She thought to herself and closed her eyes. </span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Origins (MabFaerie/Chevalier Shambler de Poissons)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chevalier des Poissons</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 03:19:36</strong>
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				He was just following rumours he heard where he works. Work...it is more like he just goes there to make free money, his company is so misorganized that he eventually doesn't need to do anything at all. And his friends, more people on that lucky situation, told him a very crazy story about slave market and faeries. Right, slave market is not something amusing, but...faeries? <br><br>'Nah, maybe they are just trying to prank me', he kept repeating to himself. Still, it sounded so perfect to buy someone to fulfill all your desires and fantasies. All of them, and according to what he heard, she would never rebel. Too perfect to be true. Faeries...right. Delicate little creatures that would be slaves.<br><br>But...what is they didn't mean Faeries literally? What if they referred to their way to how they act? Maybe they are delicated like Faeries would be. <br><br>He arrives at the place his friends told him about. It seems a pretty big place, no different than an usual slave market. Except that girls seem to be dressed as actual faeries. He still has a hard time believing that they are actually faeries, and he eventually thinks that they are just humans well dressed.<br><br>He keeps roaming around until he finds one in particular...the one that seems so scared, so delicate. It is this one that he bids on. He wants and he will have that small 'faerie' for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Origins (MabFaerie/Chevalier Shambler de Poissons)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 03:53:39</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">No, he's not supposed to notice me, he's supposed to walk right past like the others!<br>&nbsp;<br>The little fae panicked slightly and wanted desperately to back up further, but only found herself with her her frail back pressed against a cold cage wall and shuddering wings wrapping around her in fear, pining her to the spot with no escape.<br>"I... I'm just resting sir." She spoke up in a sad soft whimper when the man approached her. <br>She had learned from the owner of the shop to be attentive when noticed or spoken to, as some of the visitors can get violent when ignored.<br>Of course, there were the opposite ones too. Who would get violent if they were spoken to without permission. <br>Fading bruises across her cheek had been proof of that.<br>The Fae looked the man up and down, he looked well built and his presence seemed to exude dominance, power and pride. He would certainly be very bad news if he turned out violent.<br>She hoped he would move on and pick another slave to take home, not her, anyone but her.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Origins (MabFaerie/Chevalier Shambler de Poissons)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chevalier des Poissons</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 01:40:45</strong>
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				Unfortunately, for her, she is the only one he can notice. As the moment his eyes land on her, he forgets about everything else. He notices the bruisings on her cheek. What a waste, why would someone ever want to hurt such delicate thing like her? And her fae wings look so real! He doesn't want to believe she is an actual Fae yet, he still things she is a regular woman. He blinks and looks to her when she calims to be just resting. He was about to ask her why she said that, when the guide pulls him far from her. Not far so she couldn't see him, but far so she couldn't hear him. <br><br>"Sir, if you want her obedience, you must be strong."<br>"I think that I am strong already."<br>"Sir", he sighs, "I meant on how to talk to her. You can be gentle ,as long as you always remember her who is in charge".<br><br>Matthew just nods on goes back to the cage.&nbsp; He smiles gently to her and motions for her to come close, with a smile. Patience is not his best feature, but he will try it, for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Origins (MabFaerie/Chevalier Shambler de Poissons)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MabFaerie</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 19:32:35</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Inhale, breathe deep. Exhale, breathe shallow. Try not to be too scared...<br>The small fae girl shivered, fear and anticipating clawing at her heart, wrecking her mind and severing her ties to both truth and lies.<br>"Please... no." She spoke in a whisper, one of fear. She didn't want this, had never wanted this.<br>She looked to the man and watched his exchange with the other, like a merchants deal, making her the bartering item. <br>Whatever would happen next, she had no control over and that made her fear and sorrow worse.<br>Perhaps... there will be time to run? But to where? ....Anywhere will do. Anywhere but here. </span>[/color]
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