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Post by fearless on Jan 10, 2010 16:46:05 GMT -5
Amria glared to all who looked at him as he was dragged through a Palace Court Room, towards someone on a throne. He was bound by his wrists and spitting mad, he had been kidnapped from his home and he hated it. The men dragging him stopped then forced him to bow as they did so themselves. Another man, their leader walked up and bowed as well. "My Prince, I bring you a present. A Desert Flower from the planet Zerca, he is a wonderful dancer and perhaps the bed-mate you have been wanting." The man smirked then kicked Amria, "Dance," he growled then let his guards let him go. Amria snapped his teeth at him refusing to listen now.
"Hmm a spitfire," the Prince purred, "I like him, bring him up here so I can inspect him." The guards forced Amria up the steps and into the Princes lap. The Prince ran his hands all over him, sizing him up but when he got to his lips Amria bit him angry. The Prince growled and slapped him so hard he fell off his lap and nearly cracked his head on the floor. "Take him to my room. I will teach him to respect me and this Palace." The man nodded glad he accepted the gift, then some of the Princes guards took Amria away.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 10, 2010 17:05:30 GMT -5
Iori watched this new pet be brought to the Prince, trying to rein in his disgust. When Arman, the Prince, motioned for his new slave to be taken away, he and a couple of men under his command stepped forwards, seizing the boy. They roughly yanked the male from the room, before Iori looked at his guard. "Calm yourselves." he ordered. "Hold him, no more no less." he said as they walked the male to the Prince's room.
They bound the male just tightly enough so he couldn't break away. Iori looked at the beauty. "Do not fight, and he will not harm you much." he offered before they left. The Prince made him sick sometimes.
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Post by fearless on Jan 10, 2010 21:37:44 GMT -5
The next morning he quickly escaped the Prince's bed wanting to escape from the Palace. He had a bump on his head from hitting it the night before and even now he limped from the forced the Prince had taken him. He held his head high still refusing to show shame even though in his heart he was sad, he had wanted to save himself for his mate. He snuck slowly to the kitchen's trying to find a back door, knowing the front would be guarded.
Instead he found a nice bearer who was in charge of all the slaves. He cooed over Amria making sure he got food and then offered to show him around. Next thing he knew he was showed to his room and informed it would be his own, though he would sleep with the Prince when he requested it. Amria was angry at this so as soon as the bearer was gone he left quickly sighing when he found a garden. He hated that it had no exit so instead to calm himself he started to dance.
It was graceful and beautiful, his red hair flowing around him as were his clothes. He let his worries and fears roll off him, his homesickness and his anger as well. He closed his eyes pretending he was home not with this evil Prince. He pretended he was safe and cared for and that nothing would hurt him.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 10, 2010 21:42:56 GMT -5
Iori was patrolling the perimeter, when he heard a sound. He blinked, going to go find the source of the sound. Imagine his surprise when he came across the Prince's new slave dancinig. It was a beautiful sight, and Iori found himself spellbound by the beautiful Reyl.
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Post by fearless on Jan 10, 2010 21:58:33 GMT -5
Amria soon felt eyes on him and stopped, he knew truely he was not home so eyes on him made him scared, though he didn't show it. He followed the feeling then glared at Iori, knowing he was one of the Prince's guards. "Don't worry I'm not going to escape," he spat. "Your people have this place too well guarded anyway."
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 10, 2010 22:03:35 GMT -5
Iori felt the male's hostility, but understood. "You dance beautifully, I did not mean to interrupt." he said, before bowing slightly and heading back to his post. He knew the male hated him, and he belonged to the prince, so Iori retained no hope of ever befriending the beauty. He hoped that the cold, dark palace life would not ruin him.
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Post by fearless on Jan 10, 2010 22:12:46 GMT -5
Amria blushed, sorry that he was mean to the other, he was just scared. He felt a sharp rush of pleasure at the compliment and frowned when he left. He looked around then slowly followed after him, not knowing why but there was a feeling that told him to try to become friends with him. "Thank you," he called to him shyly.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 10, 2010 22:15:40 GMT -5
Iori stopped in his stride, turning back and blinking at the beauty. "No need to thank me. I was only stating the truth." he said, though he did feel a pleasurable little thrill at the fact that the male was actually showing interest in him.
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Post by fearless on Jan 10, 2010 22:19:08 GMT -5
Amria smiled to him, "Whats your name?" he asked softly. He figured it would help to have at least one friend in the palace.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 10, 2010 22:28:26 GMT -5
Iori's heart stopped at that smile. But alas, he didn't want to see the beauty whipped for talking to him. "I am afraid that Our Highness would not like it if we associated. I am a lowly guard, that I will stay. My name is of no consequence." he told Amria with a bit of regret. "I am sorry." he said before continuing on his way.
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Post by fearless on Jan 10, 2010 22:36:55 GMT -5
Amria frowned, he really didn't like that. He wanted to get to know the male better but it seemed it was not to be. He watched him go then sighed, "Hes not my Prince," he muttered and headed back inside. He went to his room and was soon found by the Prince, who punished him for leaving him.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 10, 2010 22:54:19 GMT -5
Iori went about his duties, frowning when he was being summoned to the Prince.
"Yes, your Highness?" Iori asked, bowing to the male. Arman looked down at him with a haughty look on his regal, evil features. "I wish for you to guard my new pet...make sure he doesn't run off." he said, an glint in his eye that promised death if his orders were not carried out.
Iori bowed. "Yes, your majesty."
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Post by fearless on Jan 10, 2010 22:58:04 GMT -5
Amira was in the bedroom not knowing what was going on. He was angry and hurting, he had really been whipped. He hissed when the servant who was cleaning his wounds started to disinfect them.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 10, 2010 23:02:31 GMT -5
Iori was ordered to follow Amira day and night. He went to his new station outside of Amira's door, resisting the urge to peek inside.
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Post by fearless on Jan 10, 2010 23:08:49 GMT -5
"Fuck!" Amria screamed at the pain as the other male gently cleaned the cuts. It hurt just as much as it hurt to get them, and he hated it. He didn't want him to stop though, he didn't want scars.
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