Tack the Cobbler

Join the Pack: Dark Woods

Lars stumbled through a bramble-bush, catching his foreleg on a whip-like branch of thorns and tearing open a patch of fur. Ouch. He pawed at the offending branch pathetically, before giving up and biting its stem off. It would fall off eventually--he hoped.

He looked up and crouched down upon noticing the cloister of wolves across from him. Maybe if he was really quiet, they wouldn't notice his less-than-graceful entrance or the fact that he'd been out all night without permission--his new pack didn't really trust him yet, but at least he wasn't an omega--catching small moles and whatnot. He lingered near the brambles for a moment, before moving to crawl around the important-looking discussion in the shadows of the undergrowth. Maybe he'd just have to wait until they dispersed to tiptoe into the camp-ish thing they had going, and pretend he'd never left.

Vampiric Masters

Leland swiped a hand over his neck, and sat down at the bed, feeling his forehead with the back of his cold hand. Vertigo took hold of his mind like it always did, and he took a moment to respond. "I-...I'll...I'll leave for the kitchen, master, unless you have further use for me." As the words left his lips he wasn't 100% on their placement, the type of response that one didn't consider before vocalizing.

Really, he just wanted to sleep. He had time to learn the fastest way into his master's favor; he could do it when he woke. He wanted the faintness of being fed from to go away until the next time he had to endure it. He didn't want to look Emiliano in the eye. Didn't feel obligated to charm the vampire any more than he had already, if he had at all. Just wanted to sleep.

Vampiric Masters

"I don't feel nervous at all, Master." Leland watched as the vampire bit into his wrist and shuddered. He wasn't, after all; this was the part he was prepared for the most, as it was universal among all vampire/slave pairs. Emiliano could have looked like a hippie and Leland still would have expected being fed from. There was something off about his new master, however, something different from the detached old creature he'd been owned by before...he couldn't quite put his finger on it

Waiting until Emiliano was done, he let his stiff wrist go limp in the vampire's hands, feeling a bit vertigo come on. Bracing his swaying body on the wall, he asked, "Am I up to your standards?"

Vampiric Masters

Leland's neck tingled where it touched him. He didn't fancy being touched, honestly, it made him feel nervous. And what was with kissing his hand? There'd been many a strange thing vampires had done around him, but kissing wasn't one of them...yes, he'd had their lips on his neck before, draining him of the life-sustaining fluid that kept both of them animate, but they'd never shown any signs of affection while doing so. It threw him off. His mind was buzzing, trying to analyze what that meant, what the intention behind it was.

"Leland. Leland Albrecht." He glanced over at the vampire as they ascended the stairway. He felt uncomfortable, wanting to roll the hand off his neck but cautious of angering the man. "May I ask...what the Master's name is?"

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Leland shook his head. An animate teddy bear that ran fast. It's like he'd fell down the rabbit hole.

"I'm Leland, I make things move...without touching them." Not a very intelligent way of wording that, but it worked; he wasn't really sure how to say he made things fly and explode without scaring people, let alone the only control he had over his abilities was to suppress them.

He even felt a little ashamed. Most of the people here some kind of positive ability that might help them out of this situation, even the teddy bear and the fairy were harmless enough. No one seemed to have anything honestly destructive--they knew how to steer clear Xerc's wrath, at least--but Leland was a time bomb when he was stressed. He could kill them, or be the one who stops them from escaping this prison.

"I can't control it, other than stopping it from happening." He added, hesitantly.

The Collector

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Vampiric Masters

Leland barely suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at the boy. That last comment was inexperienced and uncouth, and if he ever hoped of getting back to those woods he'd learn to bite his tongue when speaking to the beasts. Being born as a rogue was a dangerous for a slave--they'd already be distrusted, having been born outside of the conditioning auctioning homes and orphanages put slaves through at a young age.

It had taken him three years before he'd been given a mark of approval by his slave trainers; the first was spent screaming and fighting and crying honest tears, the second spent in broken, genuine silence. The third year he perfected the way to serve a vampire, learning what tone of voice was too obviously a cover-up, which ones leaked his bitterness through, whether the creatures had pity for a stumbling, scared and shy slave or respected a protective, loyal and brave one. From his experience, they wanted neither; an emotionless, conditioned etiquette was believable, but still submissive enough to be sold.

Shaking his head to bring himself back to present, he addressed the well, yet loosely dressed vampire in front of him. "Thank you, whatever you wish, Master." He adjusted his cuffs and moved to kneel beneath the beast.

Vampiric Masters

Leland answered the demon without a beat; "Yes Master, your accommodations are most generous. Thank you." He half meant it too--the sheets, when he had ran his hands over them, had been soft like satin. The wood trimmings of the room were a polished brown and the light fixtures were honestly lovely, setting a dim glow on the tawny walls. There was no denying his new Master had taste...though he wasn't sure why he wasting a whole furnished floor on a pair of slaves. He adjusted his glasses and shifted his weight to the one side, standing in the entrance of his own room.

As to the address other question....the other slave was staring at his wall mutely, the reluctance evident in his voice. It didn't take a doctorate in psychology to tell that he was pissed, and Leland didn't really feel like ruining any chances at gaining the Master's trust because of the actions of the other. "Would you prefer I went?" He asked the boy softly, hoping to make it seem like he wanted to make friends.

The Collector

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Vampiric Masters

Leland waited for them to cut the ropes that bound his wrist, then removed the blindfold himself, folded it, and returned it to them. "May I have my prescriptions?" He asked in a polite monotone, and took them from the vampiric delivery boy's extended hands with a nod.

Turning to the side to shrug off the bitter feeling that was settling in on the back of his tongue, he slid his glasses up his nose and rubbed his sore wrists before looking back up; the other unfortunate soul who'd been purchased alongside him had entered his own room to take a nap. Fine by him, but they'd have to make each other's acquaintance at some point--alliances were assets in these kinds of situations. If he was more intelligent than the fruitless arguing he'd been spouting before led on, he'd learn to take what the beasts threw at them sitting down. If that was the case, perhaps he'd let the boy in on whatever plan he came up with.

If he wasn't, he could be sucked dry for all Leland cared. He had priorities and loyalty played no part in them.