Hey, hey, life ain't fair,three in the air if you just don't care,Hey, hey, life ain't fair,three in the air if you don't careMeeting the propertyThe Lord of the manor had been in his study thinking and planning. He was always watching the people, the rulers and fellow vampires. The other lords, high priestess and Alpha's thought of him as a flake, someone that you could not depend on and you did not know what would do next. The truth of the matter was that he keep that up so that he can watch from a distance, to see all that was going on and react accordingly. It is because he is not seen as a threat that he could move so much in the dark. It was his plan and it worked for him. Plus it was fun being the unreliable one, which was a trick which was what his and his courts specility, his entire facede was a huge trick and he loved it.He was reading over reports and things that happened when a servent came into the study and said, "My Lord she has arrived". He smiled, this was going to be interesting, he had recently acquired a new piece of property and he had sent knights to bring her to his manor. As was his rights as her new owner, he wanted to size the being up. To see her for himself. After all when he purchased her he had been promised a beautiful shifter. Even a shifter was worth forgiving the debt, they could be useful, just the fact that they could regenerate wounds and blood quickly that alone would be worth a lot to a vampire that lived on blood. He was curious to meet her. He then got up and strode to the door it opened before him as he walked through it. Vampires milled about the house, servents following them and offering them beverages and such. Humans streamed about the house going to give their donations and knights were about ready to do the Lord bidding. It was a fully functioning court after all. The hearld spoke, "Lord Ragar" The court turned and looked at him. The court respected him but this was not the most formal of the courts but they still had a little ooks to keep up after all. "Where is she"TAGGEDClaraWORDSLENGTH OF POSTNOTESThis might be interesting OUTFITclick here pleaseLYRICSHot Chelle RaeTEMPLATEcode by jungeun (el) of atf, sds, caution, and rcr.
That a life of great potential
Is dismissed, inconsequential
And only ever seen as being cute
So I'll flutter to deceive
The irate brunette gave up on trying wriggling herself out of the two ugly knight’s grips. It had quickly become obvious to the newly bought slave that they were much stronger than she was and not planning on letting up anytime soon. The only thing she was had gotten out of all her struggle was two plum colored bruises on her thin upper arms. Fortunately as a shifter, the bruises would be completely gone in a day or so, but even still – they were an ugly sight to see. So rather than this useless fighting she allowed herself to be dragged to wherever it is they had decided to take her.
Any thoughts Clara had about her current situation were anything but kept to herself. She verbalized in many unpleasant words and phrases just how seriously pissed off she truly was. To livid to be sad, Clara couldn’t believe that she had trusted a man like her fiancé, ex-fiance now. She should have known this day was coming and should have gotten out when she could. Nevertheless, what had happened happened, and though it was the highest insult Clara could have received, she had no intentions of staying in her current predicament for long. She didn’t care who her knew “master” was or what kind of slave papers he had on her. She would remain a free individual and get all respect that she knew she deserved and accepted, especially with her high social class.
Having already tried to escape from these knights unsuccessfully, the sly shifter had already been forming another plan of how to escape later on that same evening. She of course would have to scope her new surroundings out, but she hoped that she’d be less guarded now that she was properly dropped off at her new residence. To call it her new home for even a moment would be outlandish in Clara’s mind and she found that the term just added insult to injury. It wouldn’t be her home, not even for a single night if she had anything to say about it. Until she was released, or at least break free from this whole debacle, she had made sure to annoy and ruin everyone’s else’s day who had a hand in this. Even when she was little Clara always had a revengeful strike and when she wasn’t happy, no one was happy.
The feisty twenty-two year old was too busy yelling and complaining to take note of the manor around her. Frankly, even if she choose to keep quiet she wouldn’t have bothered to look around. No matter how beautiful and extravagant it might be Clara would only find disgust in the house that she was to be held captive in. A lavish jail cell was nothing to be excited about, no matter how many pretty objects might be placed inside to distract her and the other foolish servants with. Once inside a receiving room, Clara didn’t have to wait long before her new “master” showed up. She didn’t have to ask whom he was for everyone else around her seemed to be drooling over him like some mindless trolls. “You!” She shouted furiously not even hesitating or waiting for him to get a word in. “You will tell your stupid guards to quit manhandling me. You will also let me go immediately with your deepest and most sincere apologies for this outrageous mix-up. I of course will not accept your apology for this is an unforgivable embarrassment, however it is the only polite thing to do in this situation.” Her demands were unwarranted and she was sure greatly unappreciated. Despite her overly audacious and boisterous demands for a slave, let alone anyone else really, Clara meant every word she said and accepted her orders to be obeyed without complaint or hesitation.
tagged: Alex| word count: 645| outfit:First Impressions! | notes: Sorry this took so long!! Works kept me busy. I also will proofread tomorrow sometime.
Hey, hey, life ain't fair,three in the air if you just don't care,Hey, hey, life ain't fair,three in the air if you don't careMeeting the propertyAlexandru Ragar was curious to see what this new slave would be like, he has hoped that the girl would accept her fate so that he would not have to place guards around her all the time. To teach her place to her. Slaves could be fickle at least at the beginning, and this he knew. He waited for the Knights to do as he commanded. To bring the woman forth into his own presence. He wanted to know what this woman looked like, to see if she would be good looking like he promised. He was very curious to see if he had made a good purchase by forgiving the debt or this woman be a headache, he was oh so curious.They brought the woman into his own presence and the people looked up at him and he smiled at his rightful people. The Knights and Subjects of the Royal Court of Ragar. His own people that loved the peace and fun that he brought to his Court, the stuff that he did for the court, keeping his people happy. They brought the woman into his presence, and he looked her over with care, she was a very beautiful woman, he could see that she was starting to be a good purchase. It did not last long though, she started to make redicules demands to him. To him the Lord of Court Ragar. He was not expecting this, people never made demands to him, they asked and pleaded but not demanded of him. The court was completely silent, waiting for the Lord to react. He started to laugh, the court followed his lead as well. He thought of these demands, like he was considering them for a moment. Then he looked at her. Sorry I can't do that, You are my purchase, I paid a great deal for you, young lady.He started down the stairs a little to get a better look at his property. He was curious and he now knew that the girl was not going to be easy. It was going to cost him a Knight to keep an eye on her or even for him to build a special room to keep the slave in. He was not sure, what to do just yet, he would have to think on how to keep her in the manor but that could wait, in the meantime the Knights could keep one shapeshifter in the manor if he commanded it. He then looked at her, I am Lord Alexandru Ragar of Court Ragar, what is your name woman.TAGGEDClaraWORDSLENGTH OF POSTNOTESSorry it took me so long, I went incognitio for finals but Im backOUTFITclick here pleaseLYRICSHot Chelle RaeTEMPLATEcode by jungeun (el) of atf, sds, caution, and rcr.
That a life of great potential
Is dismissed, inconsequential
And only ever seen as being cute
So I'll flutter to deceive
A dropped pin could be heard for all the hall to hear. As Clara predicted it was uncommon for a slave to speak out so freely against their buyer. An air of silence had crept over the entire court, leaving nothing but tension and suspense about what would transpire next. After what seemed like a never ending pause, the man in front of her began to laugh as though Clara had said some kind of joke. Following suit with their leader, the entire court all began to laugh as well – as if Clara wasn’t already boiling on the inside.
“I’m sorry….Did I say something funny?” Clara asked with unflinching confidence. In frustration, Clara yanked one of her arms forward attempting to once more break free from the Knight’s grip. Of course it didn’t work and her arm was only being squeezed tighter now to ensure she couldn’t break free. Rather than letting her go, the blue-eyed man only told her that she was now his “property” and because he spent “a great deal” on her he had no intention of letting her go now. Though she shouldn’t have been, Clara was surprised by the man’s audacity and lack of respect towards her. To stunned that he wasn’t going to let her go, Clara let the imprudent man ramble on.
“Let me stop you here.” Clara said with her own laugh of disbelief. “I am not your property. It is your own fault for wasting your money by giving it to my….ex…fiancé. You’re just an idiot.” Shifting her body weight to give the appearance of being bored already Clara huffed. “And as far as telling you my name I won’t bother, for I have no intention on being here long enough for you to memorize it.” Never in a thousand years did Clara actually think she would be put into this situation. She born into a high class family and raised as though she was the princess she was always taught she should have been. Regardless of how she got here now, Clara knew that she would just have to get herself out of it and put this whole nightmare behind her.
tagged: Alex| word count: 645| outfit:First Impressions! | notes: Sorry this took so long!! Works kept me busy. I also will proofread tomorrow sometime.
