Illyon
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Marquis Incubus
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Post by Illyon on Jul 4, 2008 17:27:44 GMT -6
Illyon's smile grows wider as his tail continues to swing behind him, almost with an amused motion.
"Obedience is, of course, a trait heavily prized in any pet," he replies. His black eyes flick over to a burly Nightmare male, straining against his chains, gagged to not scream obscenities or threats. "Though it is not necessary. One can always teach obedience, no matter how unwilling a subject might be at first." Illyon walks over to the Nightmare and runs a clawed hand down the equine face. The Nightmare closes his eyes and quiets, not quite leaning into the caress.
Illyon points out some of the Nightmare's finer qualities while it remains in its trance. "As with any acquisition in the caravan's, one must always check the health of a potential pet. In the case of this one, however, such measures are not needed, but I will use him as an example to show you what to look for." He slips the gag and lifts the lips of the Nightmare are reveals his pointed, horsey teeth. "His teeth are in good condition, none rotted or broken." After replacing the gag, Illyon then moves over the Nightmare's mane, drawing a snorting sigh from the captured demon. "The flames burn brightly, with good color, and his coat, though dirty, gleams beneath the filth." Now, Illyon's hands run along the slave's muscles. "His muscles are well-developed, sleek, without any of the stringiness that comes from malnutrition or a hard life." The Devil Incubus now kneels to inspect the Nightmare's hoofed feet. "You can see how they shine beneath the dirt and debris, and how they are whole, no cracks or chips to denote lack of care or nutrition." Illyon stands in one fluid motion, and turns the complacent Nightmare to show his winged back. "Though covered in new weals, they can heal in time and if you have a care, with little scarring. No old scars exist beneath the new ones. His wings are healthy, the membranes not torn or tattered, and the muscles look still strong enough to carry him, and possibly more weight if needed." With a glint in his black eyes, Illyon turns the Nightmare to the the front again, showing him to Valentine. "And, of course, as a Leccubi, one must check to see how capable such a specimen is." With that, the Marquis pulls back the Nightmare's loin cloth, revealing him to be wholly male. Illyon lets the cloth fall and turns back to Valentine.
"All of this can tell us one of two things," he says. "This Nightmare was either a favored slave, whose master was either killed or died of natural causes, and is unused to such treatment as he is receiving, or he was brought from freedom and now chafes at his chains." Illyon smirks slightly, the tip of his tail moving behind him. The Nightmare wakes up from his trance and bellows as much as his gag will let him and lunges for the Marquis, but just before the Nightmare can reach him, his chains yank him back. "Though judging from his behavior, it is the latter, rather than the former, that brings him here."
Illyon motions to the slave master in charge of the Nightmare and turns to Valentine. "I would not recommend such to you, Ambassador, as you yourself have claimed to have little time to give to training new pets. However, I will show you how to bargain with slavers to get the best deal, and all without resorting to our well-renowned Leccubi trickery."
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Post by Valentine on Jul 6, 2008 18:41:10 GMT -6
The Ambassador watches impassively as the Marquis checks over the nightmare. Her eyes watch the docile Nightmare as well as Illyon as he speaks, her eyes a warm golden color as he lectures her.
Her eyebrows go up when he flips the nightmare's loin cloth up and she sighs, regretfully.
"Not a particularly good specimen, I'm afraid." She says dryly, turning away, her hands folded in front of her to listen to the next part of the lesson.
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Illyon
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Marquis Incubus
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Post by Illyon on Jul 12, 2008 9:38:15 GMT -6
"And what standards do you apply to, Ambassador?" Illyon asks with a small, but almost sharp, smile. "After all, the point behind this little excursion is to supply you with pets for your pleasure... and teach you the subtleties of how to treat your pets so they become your willing slaves, eager to bow to your every whim." The Marquis walks up to Valentine and meets her gaze, his expression almost but not quite a challenge. "It takes a deft and careful hand to be able to wholly pull it off."
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Post by Valentine on Jul 12, 2008 10:29:28 GMT -6
She meets his glaze steadily, her expression amused, and mild.
"And you? Do have such an excellent grasp of the," She pauses. "Social niceties, Marquis De Verrin? It takes just as deft and delicate a touch to handle those who do not come in chains... if not more." Valentine tilts her chin down just a touch and arches an eyebrow at Illyon, her smile widening slightly.
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Illyon
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Marquis Incubus
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Post by Illyon on Jul 13, 2008 5:07:46 GMT -6
The Devil Incubus's expression is entirely predatory as he smiles, not wide enough to show fang, but close. His tail swishes behind him like a stalking cat.
"If I did not, I would not be where I am," he replies almost lazily, his tone at odds with his expression and body language. "Competence is but one third of the three-fold path, with the skillful and delicate touch necessary to handle one's peers just behind it."
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Nyxereos
Bourgeois
The Dark Earth
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Post by Nyxereos on Aug 14, 2008 9:48:10 GMT -6
The silvery fallen descends swiftly onto the caravans. He circles as he drops from the sky and lands with out a sound on the cobble streets. He advances toward the keepers and he offers a scroll with the seal of the crown to the caravan security officer. With a nod he turns to see the ambassador and the marquis making the rounds through the special stock of slaves.
He bows slightly to them as he makes swift steps on his way to the last wagon in the caravan. "Mi lady Ambassador, Lord Marquis... his pleasantries are as abrupt as his steps to get on with his assignment.
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Post by Valentine on Aug 14, 2008 11:48:11 GMT -6
Valentine nods slightly to Nyxereos, her assessing gaze taking him in head to foot.
"Elite." She murmurs as he move away. She looks back at the Marquis with the warmth of amusement in her amber gaze.
"Well, Your Excellency, please continue with your lesson. I shall attend it most studiously."
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Illyon
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Marquis Incubus
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Post by Illyon on Aug 14, 2008 13:46:07 GMT -6
Illyon stiffens almost imperceptibly when he catches sight of the silvery Fallen. He catches himself quickly, however, and relaxes, his tail resuming its lazy swinging. He nods his head to Nyxereos as the other greets him.
"Master Elite," he replies, his lips quirking in what could almost be called a smirk. He watches as Nyxereos walks away, speculating as to what could have brought the Fallen here, of all places. He turns back to Valentine just as the slave master of the Nightmare walks up.
"Fifteen thousand for him," he says immediately, the Kitsune's voice gravelly as though from years of screaming orders and insults.
Without even sparing a glance at Valentine, Illyon replies dryly, "For an unbroken, unruly slave that snaps at everyone who looks at him wrong? I wouldn't pay more than five thousand..."
After the Kitsune being insulted by the low offer by the Marquis, the bargaining began in earnest. Threats and insults were made against their persons, both overt and veiled, but were discarded almost immediately in favor of another number to quarrel over. In the end, the Nightmare was sold for much lower than fifteen thousand, but also higher than the five thousand Illyon had first offered. Both Kitsune and Incubus shook on the ending number, both thinking they got a very good deal in the end.
As the Kitsune leaves with Illyon's very precise instructions on the transport of the Nightmare, the Incubus turns to Valentine with a self-satisfied smirk.
"Most slaver's you'll deal with will try to over-charge their merchandise," he informs her. "Of course, the more healthy the slave, the higher their value, but even the epitome of any given race is considered next to valueless if they are not tractable." He turns his gaze to the Nightmare. "It is a pity that most of the slavers in the guild are not suited to the task of taming such a fine specimen. Given the proper care and treatment, and of course, appropriate measures taken, it's relatively simple to tame something that was once wild and free. It's only time consuming and best left to those who are well-equipped to deal with such frustrations an unruly slave can bring." The Marquis looks back at Valentine with a lazy, almost indolent smile, a hint of something stalking in the expression. "Now that you have seen the caravans, shall we move on to the more reputable shops that sell the finished product? Or would you like another demonstration of how to come to an accord with a slave master? I can arrange one, should you like."
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Post by Valentine on Aug 20, 2008 21:38:38 GMT -6
One of Valentine's eyebrows gracefully raises and she smirks.
"So far bargaining for a slave from the caravans is not so different from bartering with merchants for fodder and food. I believe we can move on unless you spot a particularly desirable offering." She glances around once more, taking in the caravans and their merchandise.
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Illyon
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Marquis Incubus
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Post by Illyon on Aug 23, 2008 16:14:40 GMT -6
Illyon offers his arm to the ambassador. "There's nothing else here that I can purchase."
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Nyxereos
Bourgeois
The Dark Earth
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Post by Nyxereos on Sept 11, 2008 21:12:13 GMT -6
Nyxereos emerges from the last wagon with a look of determination in his glassy eyes. He storms off to the a joining caravan cart and he tears away the outer screen to the protests of the creature inside. The Frost Tiger roars at the Fallen with rage in its blue eyes and its white and blue stripes raise in fear and warning against his intrusion. Nyxereos holds still as if in a trance over the beast and he turns to the keeper that chases him from the wagon.
"Your instruction was to return it unharmed... my master will not be pleased over this obvious show of your incompetence."
Nyxereos says with a frosty chill in his words as cold as the frost in the ice saber tiger's breath. He then turns back to the beast with a look of disdain at the newly scabbed over harpoon punctures on its back and the still raw ligature scars on its paws.
"Even now it's life wanes in the heat. You shall receive only one chance to explain this outrage, or the penalty will be..."
Nyxereos' eyes narrow as his last words become pointed and cut through the air like a rain of needles,
"... most severe."
His words ring out as his glassy wings shudder from his displeasure with the Caravan herder as the silvery enforcer looks back to the shuddering demon with murderous intent.
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Post by Narrator on Sept 11, 2008 21:41:05 GMT -6
The Demon herder's face is a book with large print for all to read. He looks to the fallen with a lump in his throat as he stammers for the words to save his hide.
"You... mu... must und...understand master.... ah... Nyxe... Nyxe... sir."
He stammers about to wet his pants.
"Wes barely could contain it, it attacksed my hands as wes thought it were suspended for trans... transport. It rippted up the coo... cooler to shreads trying to escapes and it killeded two of my handlerses in the process. It were the poison on the barbs of the harpoonses was all we has... had... to subdue the angeried beastie."
He says sheepishly expecting the backlash of Nyxereo's razer sharp wing.
"It weren't our faltses... It simply was stronger than wes expected and it brought this upon itself... wes had no chioce as it dangered the whole caravan if we could not stopes it."
He looks to the floor and then back to the Fallen with a look of a deer in the headlights.
"Wes only harmeded it to protect the caravans... and all our liveses. We used expensive salves to cover the wounds and when they heal, it will leave no scars, not a scratch... We did not want to... but wes had no choice..."
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Post by Valentine on Sept 21, 2008 19:17:35 GMT -6
Valentine takes Illyon's arm but pauses noting the commotion that Nyxereos is making.
"Wait a moment if you would, Marquis. I find Master Nyxereos presence here at this moment... interesting. Do you know what that creature he is here to collect is? I have never seen such a beast before." She looks over curiously, catching the corner of her lip in her teeth for a moment, her gold eyes sparkling curiously.
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Illyon
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Marquis Incubus
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Post by Illyon on Sept 22, 2008 22:45:16 GMT -6
Illyon stops and turns, one brow raised, and watches the exchange. His curious expression becomes a sneer and his tail flicks almost derisively.
"Whatever the beast is, he is an imcompetent and a fool if he believes this to be the best way to deal with such a situation," he replies. "Threats and insults do little to garner you an acceptable reputation. The next time a caravan is sent to claim something for our Lord Regent, he will be hard pressed to find one that is willing to deal with his unruly pet. Perhaps then, he will become more active in the proper disciplining and training of such a creature."
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Post by Valentine on Sept 23, 2008 14:24:34 GMT -6
"There is a certain similarity between the caged beast and the one roaring his displeasure so loudly." She murmurs without looking at Illyon then her gaze slides back to him.
"Perhaps I am not the only one in need of a lesson here." Valentine's lips lift in the slightly hint of a smile.
"I have no doubt, my dear Marquis that a touch of assistance from one with experience would be most desirable. Shall we?" She asks raising a hand towards Nyxereos and the caravan.
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Illyon
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Post by Illyon on Oct 5, 2008 21:34:25 GMT -6
"If only to prevent a brawl from breaking out in the caravans," he mutters as he makes his way through the gathering crowd to Nyxereos and the cowering demon. Illyon doesn't get between the two - being far from stupid - but does make sure that he's in both of their lines of sight, his tail swishing behind him and betraying his annoyance. However, the rest of his body relaxes into a rather more enticing and inviting posture.
"Gentlemen," he begins, his cultured voice a seductive purr. "Master Nyxereos, as you can see, such measures were necessary, as unfortunate as it is. However, if the demon is telling the truth - with your skills, no doubt you can tell - then the creature will heal with no scar save perhaps the scar of captivity." He turns to the demon, smiling in a lazy, charming manner. "You know where my establishment is, do you not? There, you will find a cooler that will perform adequately until the creature can be delivered to his master's hands. Run, demon, do not walk. Haste will be greatly appreciated in this matter..."
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Post by Valentine on Oct 10, 2008 22:31:18 GMT -6
Valentine glides alongside the Marquis her eyes thoughtful, and a vibrant shade of gold, as she watches and listens to the exchange carefully. Her gaze catches on Nyxereos.
"A treasure your lord desires, Master Nyxereos?" She asks quietly, her gaze going back to the wounded animal- holding a measure of visible pity for it's unhealthy state. She moves away from Illyon and Nyxereos towards the cage. The Ambassador regards it's occupant calmly, making a soft trilling noise in her throat as she approaches it.
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Nyxereos
Bourgeois
The Dark Earth
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Post by Nyxereos on Oct 14, 2008 9:30:14 GMT -6
The fallen stands to his full height as the Marquis interjects into his affairs. Nyx quickly turns his steely gaze onto the Marquis and the ambassador.
"Marqius... Ambassador... The high Chancellor, Lord Regent, has paid handsomely for the return of this beast unmarred. As acceptance to this contract..."
His tarnished silvery nose wrinkles like tinfoil as he looks in disgust at the demons gathered before them to view the scene.
"...These demons agreed to this danger as they were amply warned of the risks, hardships and the consequences involved. Now it is simply a matter of breach remuneration for the contract not being followed to the letter. The Regent will be most displeased, and the time to satisfy this contract has come."
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Post by Narrator on Oct 14, 2008 9:52:02 GMT -6
As the tension rises the air is thick with anticipation. Several demons have gathered and some of the slaver guards circle the scene. As the Marquis speaks the cowering demon takes flight and runs to do as bid by the devil.
The tiger roars in its cage as it flashes its huge saber fangs. It is clearly terrified of the crowd gathered and it is ready to defend itself violently. It sniffs at its wounds, between growls and snarls at all gathered and it pants heavily in the sweltering heat.
When Valentine approaches it stands on its hind legs as it lunges the cage bars. It is impressive as its sheer weight slamming into the bars make the wagon shake like the earth was quaking. Giant claws come to bear on massive paws as the tiger tears at the wood of the wagon. Splinters fly as it stares at the ambassador in its silent raging torment.
Her trilling makes his eyes soften and it lowers into an exhausted crouch staring at her with crystal clear intensity. It is still angry but it looks as though it wants to understand her.
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Post by Valentine on Oct 19, 2008 14:26:01 GMT -6
Slowly with out ever dropping her gaze from the tiger's icy stare Valentine raises a hand near it, trilling again. She shows no fear of the animal only interest and sympathy. Her hand is open fingers extended as she brings it close enough for the beast to get her scent.
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