R U N A W A Y puppy - Kaede -

[HUGO SVEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,470,true][bg=444444][atrb=background,http://i875.photobucket.com/albums/ab320/luxxray/bgpattern6.png] [style=margin-right:15px;margin-left:15px;margin-top:15px; font-family: arial black; font-size: 14pt; letter-spacing:-3;line-height:8pt;padding-bottom:-10px;color:#9d5e7c;text-shadow: #444444 .5px .5px .5px; border-bottom:7px solid #e0e0e0;background:#efefef;text-transform:uppercase;]it seems like my eyes have been transfigured[/style][style=margin-right:15px;margin-left:15px;font-family:arial; font-size:6pt; letter-spacing: 3;line-height:7pt;color: #887261;background:#eaeaea;border-top:1px dotted #5f5043;]SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE HAS CHANGED - THEY'RE OPEN WIDE[/style][style=margin-right:15px;margin-left:15px;font-family:arial; font-size:6pt; letter-spacing: 3;background:#eaeaea;padding-bottom:10px;] [/style][style=margin-right:15px;margin-left:15px; font-size:18pt; letter-spacing:1; font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;font-weight:bold;margin-top:-20;text-shadow: #111111 .5px .5px .5px; color: #9d5e7c;padding-bottom:0px;border-bottom: 4px solid #aaaaaa;text-align:right;padding-right:10px;background:#eaeaea;line-height:15pt;] better hold that trigger →[/style][style=margin:15px;background:#eaeaea;border-top: 3px solid #bababa;font-size:7.5pt;text-align:justify;padding:4px 4px 10px 4px;] Oy Vey! Vill dis endless mess of screw ups EVER end?! - the tall blonde man stood in the nicely cushioned room, his hazel eyes scanning the papers he held in his hands as he paced back and forth on the polar bear carpet. The fire crackled in the golden archways of the fireplace; the red velvet couch welcoming him with open arms as the man threw the papers up in the air dramatically and collapsed onto the couch. - Fuck eet all! - Hugo exclaimed in his thick swedish accent, sitting back on the couch and rubbing his temple in a frustrated manner. The veins were noticeably visible bulging in his neck with frustration, Hugo's facial expression one of a rather horrifying demeanour. Teeth clenched and eyes set into a fiery glare, He looked up at the two slavers before him. You two baboons better have come up with a reason for dis! My new shipment was supposed to arrive TODAY! I have an auction coming up tomorrow! Vhat am I suppost to do now that the god damn ship ish LATE! - he practically roared, the disguised este clenching his fifts as his now red tinged eyes flickered back and forth between the two slavers. Hugo Sven was not one to be toyed with when angry.- Shepherd, the shipment will only be delayed until morning. Perhaps if we- one of the slavers began to ramble on, his efforts clearly in vain as Hugo shot up from the love seat in order to snap his fingers.- I vill have SILENCE!- Immediatly, a knife was produced in his hands from seemingly nowhere; Hugo flicking his wrist smoothly as the blade shot through the air only to land perfectly on its mark in the centre of the slavers forehead. The larger man fell backwards then, a stream of blood dripping from the centre of his forehead and down his face as his eyes rolled back into their sockets. Without any more words, Hugo dusted off his sleeves as a few more men silently came into the room to collect the body and drag it away. Hugo's gaze then turned to the second slaver, quirking a blonde eyebrow as he noticed the man quiver slightly.- Vell. Now that that ish over, I have a plan. - Hugo proceeded to walk towards the slaver, lifting a hand to grip his collar firmy as he spoke directly into the other mans face.- Until I get my shipment tomorrow, ve better have something to offer ze customers. Go out and collect vhatever street rats you can find tonight. I vant a headcount of at least 100, or I vill have your head instead, damn baboon. Do. You. Understand. Me? - his words loud, spoken with the harshness only the head slave trader could hold in his words. The slaver nodded his head vigorously.- At your command, Shepherd! - And with that, Hugo allowed the slaver to drop onto the ground, the man scurrying away to collect the nights soldiers for the hunt that was about to ensue. Wiping his hands on his pant legs, Hugo was then left alone in his office. He supposed he had a few hours to kill before the slave inspection was to begin, the man lying comfordably on the velvet couch once more as he began to scan the papers.- Ah~ ish so boringggggg all alone.- he grunted in annoyance, the mans dreams about one day having a pet of his own to keep around and entertain him simply a dream... For he had not yet found his own perfect slave. The slavers filed out in various portions of the city, the cool night air setting in as the streets became abandoned. Men in dark suits lurked the alleys and streets of the city, perching on rooftops for their new pray. One by one, people began to be picked up; the odd scream of horror or muffled cry sounding in the night as they were dragged away into vans and cars against their will... The emergency night raid of the slave traders beginning. TAGS;; Kaede OUTFIT;; click me! WORD COUNT;; 662 MUSE;; BAMBOOM BABY NOTES;; hurhur Hugo is only grumpy cause he dont have a puppy to play with T.T [/style][style=margin-right:15px;margin-left:15px; margin-bottom:15px; font-size:16pt; letter-spacing: 2; font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;font-weight:bold;margin-top:-20;text-shadow: #111111 .5px .5px .5px; color: #9d5e7c;padding-bottom:0px;border-bottom: 4px solid #aaaaaa;text-align:left;padding-left:10px;background:#eaeaea;line-height:10pt;]this could mean danger ←[/style][style=margin-right:15px;margin-left:15px;font-family:arial; font-size:6pt; letter-spacing: 3;line-height:7pt;color: #887261;background:#eaeaea;border-top:1px dotted #5f5043;border-bottom:1px solid #5f5043;]POST MADE BY ASHTON OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[KAEDE SERAS MICHAELIS]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/a2vuas.png); padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #202020; text-transform: lowercase;] [style=background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/312d3ig.png); padding: 5px;]screams filled his throbbing brain, Kaede’s eyes rolling around beneath his closed lids…or was that just the rush of blood seeping steadily from the gash in the side of his head? a light groan started up in the back of his throat, the heavy screens of black and blue slowly lifting from his fogged mind to become a soft haze of distorted images and scenery. he recognized that he was laying on his front, pressed into the hard concrete with his ear to the ground and hands splayed out like spider webs. the large, black painted stage stood inches from his head, microphones and band instruments strewn around him like a makeshift fence of snapped guitar strings and broken drum sticks. and there were people everywhere, scattered in all directions or ambling about in hysterical groups. loud shouts and banging footsteps beat against Kaede’s sore mind, forcing him to cringe and grind his teeth through the blood that melted into his mouth. this was a scene straight out of hell, the anguished begging sending chills down his spine. before he was able to twitch a single muscle, sturdy hands hooked underneath his arms and pulled him to his feet. unsteady on three inch heels, Kaede’s head spun and he collapsed against the supporting grasp of his saviour, a muffled stream of words catching directly within his ears. “p…ardon?” the slurred attempt at speech left his dry mouth, lips cracking as he uttered the single questioning phrase. hearing the second voice being cleared, the words re spoken were somewhat easier to understand now, Kaede feeling his body being shifted forward in slow, easy steps (though they were all clearly in a rush). “i said, are you alright miss Seras? slave traders are on a night raid and we need to find shelter!” such alarming information was not taken well, his body instantly stiffening in the hands of a fan, Kaede’s muscles growing tense as he suddenly paused in shock. “slavers!? here? wh…why!?” he was unable to fish successfully for a response, feeling his body suddenly being thrown forward into a crowd of disoriented people. stumbling down onto his knees, he looked back to see the blurred outline of the man he was with mere moments ago being brought down by a large, looming figure. every instinct screamed at him to run. with a heavy, complaining grunt, Kaede pushed up onto his toes and began shoving his way past the cluster of people trembling in front. elbows were jabbed into ribs and barked demands were volleyed, his knee brought up at one point to smash into the gaping mouth of an unfortunate person who had chosen to stand ground and shriek on the top of their lungs. frantically forcing himself through the final wave of bodies, Kaede tumbled out into open space were he tripped back down onto his hands and knees. he didn’t stay still for very long, managing to find his footing before launching back down the field of concrete, looking back momentarily to watch shadows enfolding his concert spot. it seemed like a mere dream that only moments ago he’d been up on stage, belting “factory girl” by his favourite artists Taylor Momsen. everyone had been strung up with energy, their raised voices of praise soon falling into steady wails of horror. Kaede had remembered looking back just in time to see a hooded figure raise a spare microphone stand, striking him directly across the forehead to have him tumbling off the stage in unconsciousness. he’d woken up to complete chaos. a heavy pressure dealt to his backside forced Kaede to pitch forward unsteadily, scarping his chin on a side curb. winded, a large collection of breath rolled up from his lungs and hissed out from between his lips, a light complaint leaving him as he was pulled up by the collar of his white cardigan. his feet barely touched the ground as he was turned around to face a plastic masked face, hot and foul breath washing steadily over his bruised skin, bringing tears to his still unfocused gaze. “what do we have here? violet eyes, black hair under a wig…you must be the one with the evil eye! we’ve been looking for you little one, oh yes and disguise like this can’t fool me!” Kaede doubled over in pain as a heavy fist dug into his gut, the slaver grinding his knuckles into him to further drive the breath out of his lungs. like a mere flour sack, he was dropped into a raised knee and kicked out onto the empty streets, rolling over to the dividing yellow line in pain. he clutched at his stomach in agony, gasping for air as he listened to the impending footsteps of the slaver clacking closer. the noise sent shivers down his spine, fear pumping adrenaline into his system as he searched desperately through the pockets of his one piece for the can of pepper spray he kept on him at all times. especially for moments like this. feeling fingers curling around his shoulders to pull him onto his back, Kaede snarled loudly as he lifted his arm and pressed down on the push button of spray, releasing a wave of liquid pepper laced solution into the slavers eyes. with an outraged cry, his attacker stumbled backwards to scratch at his face, cursing loudly in a blind rage. still clutching onto the can, he rolled back onto his stomach with a heavy gasp, extending an arm out to push himself back onto his feet. he had only managed to climb to his knees before seeing a second slaver slipping into view, this one holding a taser gun directly to his chest. “run run run as fast as you can, you can’t catch me…” a piercing sting twisted into his skin, Kaede crying out shrilly as charged volts of electricity coursed throughout his system, forcing him into a momentary shut down. collapsing by the slaver’s feet, the can of pepper spray rolled out of his hand and fell spinning into the drain gutter. time moves on… the large doors swung open, two slavers holding Kaede under his arms as they dragged him –spitting and screaming, into the cushioned office room. “Shepherd! we’ve brought you a little something special to chew on.” tossing him onto the white polar bear carpet, he landed face first into the plush material, gripping it angrily. the uncomfortable ride had given him a few new bruises to his arms and legs, his eyes covered with a blindfold so he wouldn’t be able to use the evil eye even if he wanted to. Kaede pushed himself onto his hands, eventually finding it slightly more comfortable to sit back on his knees, nervously turning his head around the room. he could tell there was a fire roaring in one corner, the area not holding many guards and the demonic aura of each on a relative scale except…. “you come near me and i’ll gut you from your stomach up!” Kaede snapped his chin in Hugo’s direction, the power source that emitted from him practically crushing his shoulders. “don’t you dare…touch me…” his breathing left in small gasps, each one painful as spots of blood began to collect on the bare skin of his thighs, suddenly feeling very sick and lightheaded. what became of those who were caught? god…he wasn’t prepared to find out. [/style]

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[HUGO SVEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,470,true][bg=444444][atrb=background,http://i875.photobucket.com/albums/ab320/luxxray/bgpattern6.png] [style=margin-right:15px;margin-left:15px;margin-top:15px; font-family: arial black; font-size: 14pt; letter-spacing:-3;line-height:8pt;padding-bottom:-10px;color:#9d5e7c;text-shadow: #444444 .5px .5px .5px; border-bottom:7px solid #e0e0e0;background:#efefef;text-transform:uppercase;]it seems like my eyes have been transfigured[/style][style=margin-right:15px;margin-left:15px;font-family:arial; font-size:6pt; letter-spacing: 3;line-height:7pt;color: #887261;background:#eaeaea;border-top:1px dotted #5f5043;]SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE HAS CHANGED - THEY'RE OPEN WIDE[/style][style=margin-right:15px;margin-left:15px;font-family:arial; font-size:6pt; letter-spacing: 3;background:#eaeaea;padding-bottom:10px;] [/style][style=margin-right:15px;margin-left:15px; font-size:18pt; letter-spacing:1; font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;font-weight:bold;margin-top:-20;text-shadow: #111111 .5px .5px .5px; color: #9d5e7c;padding-bottom:0px;border-bottom: 4px solid #aaaaaa;text-align:right;padding-right:10px;background:#eaeaea;line-height:15pt;] better hold that trigger →[/style][style=margin:15px;background:#eaeaea;border-top: 3px solid #bababa;font-size:7.5pt;text-align:justify;padding:4px 4px 10px 4px;] Hazel eyes jotted across the papers, the man barely able to keep his concentration on his work; his thoughts filled with the possibility that something was to go wrong with the night raid. Shit. What if there wasn't enough slaves to keep the auction going? This had been advertised on the black market for months! He needed these slaves! This sale was crucial to his expansion; Hugo recently stretching out his grasp to the Mediterranean... But the damn shipment just HAD to be late. Now what was he supposed to do?! Discarding the papers behind him, the male ended up covering his face with an arm... Deciding that staying conscious was not going to do anything to calm his secret worry. Instead, he decided to lull himself into a small nap; allotting himself a few hours before the first of the slaves would arrive. And a few hours it was before Hugo found himself rising once more with the knock of a few slavers at the door of his office.- Vhat?! Get een here! - he called out to them in annoyance, removing his arm from over his eyes to slowly begin sitting himself up in his chair. Hugo crossed his legs in his seated position, his blonde brows knitting together in annoyance as he lifted his arms to stretch above his head. God, he hated being woken from a nap. At least his pawns seemed to be bringing back some merchandise in good time. God knows if the head slaver had to sit there all night; heads would surely roll. The large doors both swung open in unison, two of his strongest slavers marching inside of the doors rather proudly as they brought a little impling... or rather dragged it along the carpet as it spat and screamed in its blindness. Oh, he had seen this many times; Hugo raising a brow at the futile effort the thing was making of escape. Hazel eyes glanced over at the slaver who spoke, folding his arms as replied in a cold tone.- A new chew toy? Delightful! And dis one ish special becauusseeee? - the thing was thrown to the floor, face landing in his brand new polar bear carpet. The thing looked up at him, though could not see Hugo through the blindfold that adorned its eyes. Apparently, it could still sense the danger of the male however; its words flaming with threats and hatred for the man. Oh, this one had a lot of spunk. How fun it would be to crack it. - Vhat a cute leetle girly ve have here. - he laughed lightly, looking to the slaver as if expecting an answer.- Shepherd. Actually, we believe it might indeed be male; though it is quite an understandable mistake. - The man flinching as if terrified of Hugo's wrath. However, instead of becoming angry; Hugo only continued to laugh at his mistake.- Dear oh dear, vhat a cute leetle male den! - almost completely ignoring the boy at first, Hugo then began to step closer; unafraid of what might have beheld him as he lifted a combat boot in order to roughly shove Kaede in the centre of his chest to fall onto his back.- Vatch your language! - it was then Hugo ceased in his shoves entirely, a strange buzz running up through his system upon making contact with the boy. There was something off about him, something special. With widened eyes, the male looked once more to the slavers.- Vhat did you say vas so special about him? - he asked curiously, the slavers not daring to meet his gaze as they spoke once more. - Sir, we have reason to believe this boy has the power of the evil eye. Something you have been looking for. - And with those words, a shiver of delight began to crawl through Hugo's spine. Evil eye. Yes, he had always longed to study such a power. - Excellent gentlemen! Dis ish perfect! - he clapped his hands together in delight; snapping his fingers once as both gentlemen began to approach Kaede, smiling in the fact that they had given pride to their boss (which was a rarity). The slavers lifted the boy under their arms to stand him up in front of Hugo, the male proceeding to take his hands and lift the boys chin with a few fingers. He began to thoroughly inspect his new prize then, looking at the soft and feminine facial features; tilting his chin this way and that as he ignored whatever the boy had to say. There seemed to be blood forming down on his thighs, clearly wounded. Ah well, it was nothing they couldn't fix with the single snap of Hugo's fingers~ Looking at his bodice, he took note of the delectably petite frame Kaede held; the wig that he once wore torn off to reveal longer and luscious dark locks, skin a perfect colour of cream... Lips simply delectable. He was... perfect. - the man spoke to himself, stepping back only slightly. His heart was full of a childish exitement, bursting with glee as he continued to glance Kae up and down. Oh, how beautiful this specimen was; how he craved it. It was like buying the perfect product! And Hugo had hit the jackpot! though... There was still one thing to confirm... The eyes. What were they like? Were they as beautiful as the rest of the boys body? Were they vile and disgusting? Horrifying? Was the rumor about the evil eye true? There was only one way to find out... And if it was indeed true; then there would be no way the slave trader would give up such a prized animal... For its beauty and spirit had seemed to magnetize him... So far that is. Take it off. - Hugo demanded, looking at the slave traders who only returned his words with a confused glance.- Baboons! I said take off dat damn blindfold! - he growled, the slavers hesitating.- But Shepherd- the evil- Hugo growling an interruption- I know! Obey me! I vant to see for myself, what eyes lie behind this ones blindfold! - his voice serious, he looked to Kaede as the slaver began to hesitantly untie his blindfold; though keeping their grips tight under the boys arms so as not to let him escape. Hugo began to smirk once more, lowering his sunglasses over his eyes for protection as he spoke to the boy a few inches in front of him. So my little one, tell me... Vhat is your name? TAGS;; Kaede OUTFIT;; click me! WORD COUNT;; 1047 MUSE;; TIS HERE :D NOTES;; hahaha sorry i did a bit of godmoding with the pushing thing :( hope you dont mind! and feel free to unleash the beast on mean ol Hugo! xD and please take control of the slavers if you want as well xP [/style][style=margin-right:15px;margin-left:15px; margin-bottom:15px; font-size:16pt; letter-spacing: 2; font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;font-weight:bold;margin-top:-20;text-shadow: #111111 .5px .5px .5px; color: #9d5e7c;padding-bottom:0px;border-bottom: 4px solid #aaaaaa;text-align:left;padding-left:10px;background:#eaeaea;line-height:10pt;]this could mean danger ←[/style][style=margin-right:15px;margin-left:15px;font-family:arial; font-size:6pt; letter-spacing: 3;line-height:7pt;color: #887261;background:#eaeaea;border-top:1px dotted #5f5043;border-bottom:1px solid #5f5043;]POST MADE BY ASHTON OF ON THE EDGE[/style]