A Master/Slave Meme

[fishbox]

Congratulations! You are now a slave/master.


Master:
What kind of master are you?
What brought you into possession of a slave?
What will you have your slave do for you?


Slave:
Why are you a slave?
How easily will you adjust to this new situation in life? ie, what kind of slave are you?


Run wild and have fun! RNG is not needed~

Comments

I shall look! X3

[notdeclawed]

Complete freedom is not an option.

[Fingers pressed against her pulse slightly, his head tilting. The increase in heart rate wasn't entirely surprising, but her willingness to speak her mind -regardless of position- and her sharper look actually was. It made him a tad more interested in her: he much preferred to be around those who could pose a challenge.]

You either keep up appearances as needed, or I send you back.

[He straightened, arms crossing. Killing her was also a third option, but only if she was too troublesome or tried to betray him. After all, a dead slave was potentially even less useful to him than an annoying one.]

Your choice.

hehe

[morujiana]

[A part of the fanalis knew that he would say that and she bit down on her tongue, holding down the words that she knew she would regret later on.]

...I'll keep up with appearances then. [At least the fate that she had been bestowed upon would be better than abuse that she had endured throughout her lifetime by Jami. Her eyes were still glittered with slight determination.

For what? It was hard to tell and she wasn't going to dare tell Kamui anything. She dipped her head forward, bare feet brushing against the ground.] Can you please take these chains off, Master Kamui? [That was the right thing to say, right? She had heard Jamil say her new owner's name, so she figured she could speak it as well. She fiddled with the metal around her wrist, lips pursed.] I promise I won't run away.

And..if you give me permission, I request to be able to train regularly. [Morgiana was a Fanalis and as such, she needed to be in top shape to be able to defend herself or her master against people should she need it. One without discipline was weak.]

[notdeclawed]

[He considered her coldly for a moment more before removing her bonds, not entirely trusting her, but figuring it wouldn't do to keep her bound. If he said he would let her have free reign in the house, then he had to live up to that... just as long as she kept up to her part, as well.]

You want to train?

[He quirked a brow, leaning in slightly, very much interested. Not at all what he had expected of a slave girl.]

I would have no issue with that. In fact...

[Once more, he tilted her head up, his face emotionless, but eyes bright with curiosity and something more mischievous. Kamui had always been highly energetic in nature -always having the need to be in motion or fighting- so really? Morgiana wanting to train was almost a lucky streak for him.]

I would join you.

[morujiana]

[Morgiana felt like the weight that had been pressing on her chest was lifted when the shackles were removed for the first time in years. She rubs at her wrists and then crouches down to rub at the dark marks around her legs with a frown. She was hopeful that they would fade away in time. The interest makes Morgiana blink but nonetheless she nods her head firmly to confirm her words as she straightens back up.] Yes.

Did Jamil not tell you of what I am? [She tilts her head to the side, slightly curious. She was pretty sure her old master had been too excited with the prospect of getting money to really bother explaining her origins.]

I come from a hunting tribe called the Fanalis. We all have heightened senses and superhuman strength. [She tilts her head to the side, hands clasped behind her back.] We are considered the strongest out of everyone else. Some people have even talked about the fanalis not being all human. [Which was weird in a way. Sure her smelling, sight, hearing and eyesight were far more higher than a normal person but that didn't mean anything, right? She scratches at her neck, eyebrows furrowed.]

I'm not exactly sure how big my clan is, because I was taken away from my parents at a really young age and was sold into slavery. [She gives another small nod at that, lips twitching into what could be considered a miniscule smile.] I would enjoy training with you, master. Uhm..Is it okay if I eat something? [Her fingers swing at her side sheepishly.] I haven't really eaten since two days ago.

[notdeclawed]

[Her past is of no concern to him -he hardly has any intentions of getting close enough to her to care- but the description of her kind makes him... excited, really. Sure, he had run into species with amazing abilities before, but fights with them had always been on serious terms. Fights for survival, fights for pride. No training or sparring. At least with this child, he really potentially had something to keep him from getting too bored.

Although, with her question, his eyes widen, mind blanking for a moment. Right. Food. Uh.]

What... would you like to eat?

[He sounded a tad awkward because it isn't as if he knows what kind of feed she needs. Sure, he'd had human food before -in social situations, not eating was suspicious, after all- but it isn't as if he knows much about it. Human preferences and the like.]