Fangs & Chains {Vampire Slavery RP} discussion
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Aug 13, 2014 11:58AM
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He laughed and then sighed and he leaned up on his back to look at her. "Did you say you wanted to sleep?" he said and then tilted his head to look at her as he lounged. "And you don't exactly hold any power over me to tell me not to talk," he said with a grin.
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He patted his chest then. "I won't hurt you, why don't you just sleep if your that tired?" he asked her queitly, keeping his voice low and reasonable as he looked over at her.
((Sorry it's so short))
((Sorry it's so short))
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"Because I don't trust you." Sierra told him, her voice barely above a whisper now. "And I haven't been given a reason to." She pointed out, staring at him. "There's nothing I can do about that."
Oraon chuckled and then grabbed her arm and pulled her into his lap. "I may not want you to trust me but, can't you at least trust the fact that I couldn't kill you even if I tried? You look to much like, well, to much like my wife," he said quietly and then stroked her face. "And Dhampires and born vampires have souls, they have hearts you know," he added and then leaned back more.
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When she tried to shove him away he grumbled and only gripped her arm harder. "If your gunna play it that way then I have no choice," he said. With a blur of movement he rolled ontop of her and straddled her waist, sitting directly in her. He pinned her arms to her sides before glaring at her and then letting her hands go. He didn't get off her though and just sat on her. "And if I wanted to actually hurt you I would have done it already, I've had plenty of chances to," he stated as he crossed his arms over his chest. He still straddled her waist of course as he stared down at her. He kinda wanted to see her reactions and gage how much damage she had mentally.
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Oraon didn't even see the punch coming and he cradled his nose as it started bleeding. "Owwwiie," he groaned as he felt her squirm under him. He grunted and then simply sat his weight squarely against her hips to hold her down safly. "Squirming isn't going to do you any good," he said as he tilted his head back as the bleed ing stopped and he fixes his nose. He leaned forward then and grabbed her hands and then pinned them above her head. "God damn your strong for a human," he grumbled as he looked down at her. He sighed as he stared down at her and then noticed the fear in her eyes. Frowning he tilted his head to the side, "You where used as a breeder right....Do you have any kids?" he asked her quietly.
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Oraon's face became soft and he had to look away from her. He released her hands and then rolled off of her. He collapsed on his back at the other side of the bed and looked up at the ceiling of the bed that held the curtains that went around the bed. "What happened to them?" he asked her softly as he put his hand over his chest, the hand turning into a fist as he waited for her answer.
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He sat up when she spoke and he looked down at his hands. When he heard her sobbing he looked up, eyes slightly wide that he was crying infront of him. He didn't know if he should but he hugged her anyways, stroking her hair to try and comfort her. "I'm sorry..." he said quietly as he hugged her. He hugged her loosely just in cause she wanted to shove him away. He didn't want to make her feel trapped as he pulled away from her and then squeezed her hand slightly in that way humans did to reassure someone. "I'll help you find your boy if you'll except my help," he said as he lifted his head a bit to look into her eyes.
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Oraon shrugged. "I need an heir to my house..I don't ave any kids. Sophie died before she could give birth. That's why I think I know how you feel," he said quietly and didn't look at her before he stood up out of the bed. "But if you don't want my help then fine," he said and then he stretched. He went over to the couch then and laid down on it. "Night you weird human," he said as e faced the back of the couch and let his eyes close slowly. Before long he was snoring quietly.
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((im a time skip lolz))
He barely heard what she said but his voice seemed to linger in his head. She didn't realize though it was worse to him that Sophie had been killed with their unborn child. There was so many possibilities if his offspring would have been a girl or boy, or who they would have grown up to be, or what they would have looked like and he would never know.
In the morning he woke up on the floor, not remembering anything from what he had dreamt but he knew it was bad. His eyes where completely crusted over from crying in his sleep and when he sat up on the floor in his boxers he had to rub his eyes repeatedly to even open them and look around. He took a deep breath and then let it out in a sigh as he stood up and stretched. He glanced at the bed and then smiled slightly when he saw Sierra in the bed still asleep, or at least it looked like it. Being as quiet as he could he grabbed a tank top, his patterned jacket, a new pair of boxers, and pants from his drawers and then snuck into the bathroom. Once he closed the door though he turned on the shower and got in after finishing undressing. His showering was almost an hour long, mostly do to him just standing there and felling the water just simply rush over him. It seemed like the only peace he could ever get from his mind and from everyone else was in the shower. Once he was finished he completely forgot about Sierra in the room and simply tied the towel around his waist after drying off and opened the bathroom door to let the air circulate before he took the towel and started to dry off completely; taking his time to dry out his hair and get dressed.
He barely heard what she said but his voice seemed to linger in his head. She didn't realize though it was worse to him that Sophie had been killed with their unborn child. There was so many possibilities if his offspring would have been a girl or boy, or who they would have grown up to be, or what they would have looked like and he would never know.
In the morning he woke up on the floor, not remembering anything from what he had dreamt but he knew it was bad. His eyes where completely crusted over from crying in his sleep and when he sat up on the floor in his boxers he had to rub his eyes repeatedly to even open them and look around. He took a deep breath and then let it out in a sigh as he stood up and stretched. He glanced at the bed and then smiled slightly when he saw Sierra in the bed still asleep, or at least it looked like it. Being as quiet as he could he grabbed a tank top, his patterned jacket, a new pair of boxers, and pants from his drawers and then snuck into the bathroom. Once he closed the door though he turned on the shower and got in after finishing undressing. His showering was almost an hour long, mostly do to him just standing there and felling the water just simply rush over him. It seemed like the only peace he could ever get from his mind and from everyone else was in the shower. Once he was finished he completely forgot about Sierra in the room and simply tied the towel around his waist after drying off and opened the bathroom door to let the air circulate before he took the towel and started to dry off completely; taking his time to dry out his hair and get dressed.
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Oraon finished getting dressed and then shrugged his shoulders as he looked over at her. He walked over to the bed and then chuckled at what she said. "I didn't know me taking a shower would give you a heart attack," he said as he come over to side of the she was on. He leaned over her as if he was going to do something, pausing for a moment to look at her before he reached over to grab a pillow from the other side and then standing up strait again to stare down at her.
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He threw the pillow onto the couch and then turned away from her. "The maids called when I was in the shower and said they had an accident happen in your room so it's gunna be another day with you sleeping in the same room with me," he stated as he pulled a blanket out and then put it on the couch as well. He rubbed his neck and then titled his head with his hand to crack his neck. He rolled his shoulders then, his tight shirt only seeming to exaggerate the muscles masses under it before he pulled on his jacket and then made sure his pants where fitting him right one more time. He pulled out a shirt and pants that where black and then threw them at her. "That's your uniform since you don't like the fancy stuff, if you start getting ahead of yourself I'll stick the collar on yea," he said as he twirled the metal collar in his finger before he snapped it back to a ring on his pants. "Again, keep that bracelt on you at all times, it will ward off most men genders," he chuckled as he pulled out a lighter, sticking a cigaret into his mouth and then lighting it before sucking on it and then sticking the fancy lighter in his pocket as he blew out the smoke through his nose. He scratched his head then and leaned back on the wall. "Well get dressed then and hurry up," he said as he watched her.
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Oraon watched her as she got up and got dressed. He couldn't help admiring her for a moment before he sucked on his cigaret again and then held it between his fingers. Standing strait he picked up a pair of longer black socks and combat boots before walking over to her and heading them to her. "Now we go out and stir up some rats," he said as he looked over her once before he made his way to the door. "I have to find a girl named Raven, she's a slasher that I need to hire for a hit I'd rather not do myself," he said as he stood by the door and waited.
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Oraon reached down and spanked her as she walked past to get at her for her speech. He grinned then as he closed the door behind him and started walking down the hall then. "I wouldn't call her a she, shes more of a snake then Dhampire. Plus she's not exactly loyal to the crown either," he stated before he looked side ways at her.
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((Ravens not a Dhampir, she's a full Vampire :3))
He chuckled at what she said and then nodded. "I'm asking a poisonous viper to help me, that sounds about right," he said as he started down the stairs. "Well she may be your role model but if you act like her towards me," he paused and then looked over Sierra and grinned before he shivered, a bigger grin on his face as he did a spin on his heals in the grand hall entry way. "Anyways I heard that she's been staying at the bar for a couple days just hanging out," he said as he put his cigarette into the trash.
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"So..... are we going to a bar then?" Sierra asked cautiously. "Oh! Can I get whiskey? I NEVER get whiskey, which is depressing. It's pretty much a main food group for us Irish." She said brightly and she jogged down the stairs after him and strode past him to the door, waiting impatiently.
Oraon nodded. "Yep we are going to the bar. And yes you can have some whiskey...just not a lot," he said and then watched her wait by the door. He grabbed his car keys and then opened one side of the large double doors and then pushed her through the door playfully. "Go get in the car already," he said with a grin before he closed the door behind him.
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((Short, but thread switch?))
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Oraon grabbed her arms and then thrust her against the wall after he closed the double doors. He bared teeth at her as he kept her pinned. "And you'll get it, calm your pretty face or you'll get wrinkes," he said and then let go of her and stepped back. He sighed and then went into the kitchen, glancing through the cubards and pulled out the whiskey and a large bottle of rum as well. He went back out to the sitting room, handing her the bottle of whiskey as he walked by Sierra.
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Oraon rolled his eyes and then poured the bottle of rum into a nice glass, sipping it and then looking at her from the small leather one seat leather chair. "Least now I know what alchahol to try and get you drunk with," he chuckled as he watched her as he swirled his drink. Lightly he lit another cigarette, sucking on it slowly before he stretched, his eyes still on her as he yawned and held his cigarette between his fingers. "Do you drink to be drunk or just for the taste of whiskey?" she asked him.
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Oraon chuckled and shrugged his shoulders before taking another draw off his cigarette and then soaking it down with another sip from his rum. "Why would I want you passed out, you can't entertain me that way and I'd have a hell of a time lugging you up stairs to bed," he said. He looked over her and noticed her twirling her hair, a look of curiosity forming on his face.
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He chuckled. "It's not that I think your heavey, it's just out of my way to lug you up stairs," he said with a rather genuine smile she problabke couldn't have seen, the smile fading quickly as he undressed her in his mind as he admired how calm she looked spread out on the couch that way. "Need a pillow?" he joked as he looked at her head propped up on the arm if the couch. "Don't tell me your tired already," he said, a bit of a whine in his voice as he put his cigarette out in an ash tray before he took another sip and then stood up just as his stomach growled rather loudly and he looked sideways at her.
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He chuckled and then went over to the cabinet and grabbed a pillow and brought it over to her. With out really thinking he put his arm behind her back and sat her up, slipping the pillow in behind her head and laying her back down. He plopped back down into his seat and sipped his drink some more before letting out a small yawn and rubbing his neck. "Really wish...really wish I didn't have to sleep on that darned couch," he said as he rubbed his shoulders and neck.
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He glared at her from his chair and then grabbed the collar around his waist, jingling it softly. "Watch your mouth younge laidy," he said before he lite another cigarette and leaning back into his chair before pouring himself another drink. As he sat back and took another drink he stared into the cup, and then to the two wedding bands on his ring finger as he sat their, his eyes going spacey for a while tell the loud grandfather went off, starting to chime 12 times to signal midnight. He shook his head, coming out if his trance and finishing off his drink before setting it down onto the table. He looked over her and drew another puff of his cigarette before staring at her. "How drunk would I have to get you to be a little nicer?" he asked her with a tilted brow.
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He groaned and took another draw off his cigarette. "Well you haven't very well giving me a reason to be nice to you at all, nor have you asked me to either. I think you like how mean I am," he said as he titled back into his seat and poured himself another drink. "If anything I'll probably be drunk stupid tell your even close to nice stage," he said as he room a sip of his new drink. Rum, the sweet taste to him was what kept him from tearing himself appart really, it kept him from going crazed and killing everyone just so he didn't have to feel how sorrowful he really was. Thankfully, the run his his sorrows quite well with it's sweet taste and no blood shed of the mutipul houses under The Lord and Lady. "Then again I'm always one variant of drunk or another," he said as he rolled his drink around in his glass again before pulling off another draw off his cigarette. "How much do you plan on drinking of that whiskey tell you want to sleep?" he asked her.
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Oraon groaned when she didn't answer him about how much she was gunna drink and he put out his last cigarette for the night before he glanced at his bottle of Rum and then caped it and set it on the table. He got to his feet, swaying alittle since he may as well have been on his twenty-th cup of Rum about to finish his twenty-first as he finished the glass. He glanced at her and then shrugged slightly before he walked over to her and then leaned over the couch. "And why do you have to be so grumpy all the dang time, lighten up a bit love," he said as he looked down at her. He was totally shitfaced drunk at this point, in which he really didnt care what he did at the moment. He leaned over farther and then grabbed her hand. "If you'd be nice to me, I'd be nice to you," he laughed before letting her hand go and standing strait up again. He leaned on the back of the couch, his back pressed hard against it as he started up at the ceiling. "Sophia would have really liked you yea know. She always had a soft spot for the strong ones, alas, obviously neve to be," he stuttered drunkily. "Miss Sophia Alexandrea Almeara Rose....She did have a beutiful name. Everyone called her Alexandrea, I think she only let me use her first name because of my acient," he laughed.
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Oraon stumbled away when she pushed him with her foot and then he grinned. "Yes well, I finished off the whole godamned bottle if you'd look love," he said as he moved back into the kitchen but this time it was a bottle of Gin he brought with him. "And now I'm gunna finish if this bottle since I can't die from alchahol poisoning and you can," he slurred before he sat down in his seat and then poured himself a glass. "You, know nothing of true loss deary," he laughed, his hands miving a bit shakedly as he put his boots up on the coffee table and took a drink.
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