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Meri
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Date Posted: 19:22:20 09/02/04 Thu
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's message, "A Hunter Who is Hunted.." on 18:38:34 09/02/04 Thu
“an hour?...”
*she asked it skeptically, keeping her eyes downcast as she moved slightly, she was always moving in someway, antsy I guess. She sat up again, wincing as she did so having done so wrong and irritated the not so healed injury. Hding the wince, since pain was nothing new, nor was it unwelcome she brushed a hand through her hair raking out the leaves she managed to get in it. She had been bred obviously for power, but like many of the slaves her looks were also part of that. Beautiful creature she was, but so alone. She liked that, the alone part I mean. She liked being a loner.*
“They probably wouldn’t miss me. But it the law of the way my life works. The moment I disappear they will”
*She snorted slightly clearly agitated with the whole thing. She was sick and bored of Dorjan already, he was no fun. She was used to owners spending time on her, owners where she could toy with them; play with them if you will. And he wasn’t the sort, leaving her completely bored. And completely alone and unsupervised. Something back in Alpdrüken would have been unheard of. Luckily so far she hadn’t run into a slave that completely pissed her off, she had a habit of picking on those.*
Name:
Kanoni
Nickname:
Kan, Noni, Kany, whatever else she was called by her many owners
New Name:
Meria
New Nickname:
Meri, Ria
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Runaway Slave
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter might be part necromancer
Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that falls to about her mid-back, usually it is left down and unkempt causing it to fall down over her shoulders and into her face. Strange golden eyes, that give her an almost exotic look, though sometimes they appear more black then gold. She is rather petite in build, making her rather agile and light weight. Despite being small she is rather well built, combined with her fair skin, and rather ragged appearance it obvious she is not completely normal just by looking at her. Her pale complexion gives away lack of sunlight from having lived behind walls her whole life. Scars also cover her, the majority of them on her back, and legs, most of them are from whips, on her back from her ‘training sessions’ with her many owners, on the legs from them forcing her to bow, there are also some from blades, belts, chains, and whatever else used to punish or restrain her.
Personality:
She is anything but a well trained slave. Crafty and rebellious, she was known for being a trouble maker. She was the one that went out of her way to cause problems and get herself in trouble. Hated by the salves and trainers alike for her loud and rowdy behavior she was traded around a lot. Trying to find someone that could actually handle her, and because of this developed a very cocky attitude. She is not in the least bit submissive, nor is she withdrawn. But she still avoids people if she can, knowing for a fact that she is being looked for. Scared of nothing, none of her masters ever learned to put fear in the young fem. And though she was born in the salve trade, she couldn’t seem to be broken. Whippings didn’t help since she didn’t seem to mind the pain, and she wasn’t afraid to die, so because of this she was determined untrainable by all who dealt with her. She is a troublemaker, and very full of herself. She is openly rude to everyone, and down right abusive to other slaves. Cold and rather hard, she probably be better off left as free blood
Past:
She was born into the slave trade Alpdrücken, and for the first 2 years of her life she was kept by an owner who treated her as nothing more then a pet. At the age of 3 she was sold to another vampire. Lacking any training, her new owner was ordered to train her. Having her powered bound, she was suddenly expected to life the role of the slave she was. This was when the trouble starting, refusing to submit she put up a fuss. Gaining herself more beatings then even she can remember, and that was only the first year of training. She was passed from owner to owner, no one being able to quench her fiery attitude. She kept acting up, kept causing scenes and kept being openly rude. Finally Cyne had enough with her, and her games, forcing her owner to give the girl up Cyne took claim over her. But before she ever even made it to Cyne’s clutches, she gained help of a vampire who was against the slave trade. Attacked her owner, and escaped. Not long after her escape she gained her powers back. She still not used to them, but has been doing her best to learn them. She been testing out what she knows, almost seeming to abuse them. She is still wanted by Alpdrücken though Cyne would easily sell her to another trainer, since she is such a nuisance
Powers:
she only knows that she is a Avian-shifter meaning she can turn into any kind of bird she wants. Though she has other powers, she doesn't know them. her necromancer blood makes her close to impossible to train
I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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Date Posted: 20:53:03 09/02/04 Thu
*he wandered over to the two, trying to figure out the extent and lay out of this yard. He was spending as much time here as he could. Seeing the male, he gave him a polite nod, and one to the girl. He made a move as if to sit, but wasn't sure if either of them wanted him there. He was a very obedient slave, even at the age of 18. Unlike Meria. But he was of her species as well, and at least understood some of her qualms. He didn't know what to say, so he just stood there, somewhat dumbly and silently, unsure of what to do or what he was doing*
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Ria
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Date Posted: 21:10:48 09/02/04 Thu
*she lifted her head hearing movement, exotic gold eyes glance to the older male. Smirking though it looked anything but amused, it looked more like she was disgusted with his behavior. sighing slightly reaching up grabbing his hand forcing him to sit next to her*
“Know what Ci… I have to unbreak you… yeah that’ll be my goal”
*She nodded slightly, she knew Ci since she was born, but that didn’t mean she had to get along with him. she didn’t know why she did… she looked to kazan trying to figure out if she would get ‘jumped’ for giving away names so she didn’t except for Ci’s*
“this is Ciaran… apparently he’s Dorjan’s adopted pet… illegal as that is… hmm now that I think of it…”
*She shrugged again, giving it up plopping down backwards again, looking completely tired*
“Hmm we were just thinking on going for a little… ‘walk’ care to come Ci… get away from closed spaces… as nice as it is… its not freedom…… though you have to trust wolfman here to lead us somewhere, where we won’t be killed”
*she eyed him nervously. Not sure exactly what his interest in her way. Maybe it was the same as Ci’s brother had been… an attempt to break her… she eyed the werewolf. Raising her eyebrows slightly*
“what is your certine interest in me anyway… I’m not that fascinating of a character… I am if you ask me boring, and dull. I have nothing, I can never have nothing. this is my life”
Name:
Kanoni
Nickname:
Kan, Noni, Kany, whatever else she was called by her many owners
New Name:
Meria
New Nickname:
Meri, Ria
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Runaway Slave
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter might be part necromancer
Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that falls to about her mid-back, usually it is left down and unkempt causing it to fall down over her shoulders and into her face. Strange golden eyes, that give her an almost exotic look, though sometimes they appear more black then gold. She is rather petite in build, making her rather agile and light weight. Despite being small she is rather well built, combined with her fair skin, and rather ragged appearance it obvious she is not completely normal just by looking at her. Her pale complexion gives away lack of sunlight from having lived behind walls her whole life. Scars also cover her, the majority of them on her back, and legs, most of them are from whips, on her back from her ‘training sessions’ with her many owners, on the legs from them forcing her to bow, there are also some from blades, belts, chains, and whatever else used to punish or restrain her.
Personality:
She is anything but a well trained slave. Crafty and rebellious, she was known for being a trouble maker. She was the one that went out of her way to cause problems and get herself in trouble. Hated by the salves and trainers alike for her loud and rowdy behavior she was traded around a lot. Trying to find someone that could actually handle her, and because of this developed a very cocky attitude. She is not in the least bit submissive, nor is she withdrawn. But she still avoids people if she can, knowing for a fact that she is being looked for. Scared of nothing, none of her masters ever learned to put fear in the young fem. And though she was born in the salve trade, she couldn’t seem to be broken. Whippings didn’t help since she didn’t seem to mind the pain, and she wasn’t afraid to die, so because of this she was determined untrainable by all who dealt with her. She is a troublemaker, and very full of herself. She is openly rude to everyone, and down right abusive to other slaves. Cold and rather hard, she probably be better off left as free blood
Past:
She was born into the slave trade Alpdrücken, and for the first 2 years of her life she was kept by an owner who treated her as nothing more then a pet. At the age of 3 she was sold to another vampire. Lacking any training, her new owner was ordered to train her. Having her powered bound, she was suddenly expected to life the role of the slave she was. This was when the trouble starting, refusing to submit she put up a fuss. Gaining herself more beatings then even she can remember, and that was only the first year of training. She was passed from owner to owner, no one being able to quench her fiery attitude. She kept acting up, kept causing scenes and kept being openly rude. Finally Cyne had enough with her, and her games, forcing her owner to give the girl up Cyne took claim over her. But before she ever even made it to Cyne’s clutches, she gained help of a vampire who was against the slave trade. Attacked her owner, and escaped. Not long after her escape she gained her powers back. She still not used to them, but has been doing her best to learn them. She been testing out what she knows, almost seeming to abuse them. She is still wanted by Alpdrücken though Cyne would easily sell her to another trainer, since she is such a nuisance
Powers:
she only knows that she is a Avian-shifter meaning she can turn into any kind of bird she wants. Though she has other powers, she doesn't know them. her necromancer blood makes her close to impossible to train
I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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