INUBASHIRI FUJI
URAKATA
TIGER STRIPED
"My Music Box."
Posts: 4
Animal: Tora-Ge Akita
Occupation: Slave
Played By: Eru
Bio: BIO
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Post by INUBASHIRI FUJI on Dec 11, 2013 1:53:01 GMT -5
WE DO NOT SOW
| Scar tissue, twisted up and mangled on her arms, and Fuji watches it quietly, the inu's striped arms turn and twist before being crossed beneath her breasts with a finality that is chilling; few approach her here and that is how she wants it. They seized her from a home that she did not belong in, took the acute angle that was her trauma and jammed it somewhere else, tore her open inside, her head spiraling and that solitary eye just as cold now as it was before.
Apathy and hatred cling to her, rotting out her insides and sloughing away what feels until there is nothing left but twisted disgust, and ere Inubashiri Fuji parts her jaws and lets it low; a soft, vibrating snarl that ripples down to her throat and makes her tail curl up tight. She has paced, will pace, until her feet ache and throb and there will still be no reprive for the rotting of her mind, she can feel that and it is slow, horrible; the twitching of her ears as they lay flat against her head is quite savage and Fuji parts her lips to show teeth filed-down forcibly. Instead of help her they held her and filed her teeth, taking her weapons, though her claws remain if only because of the difficulty in removing claws.
Her fingers splay across her own throat and not for the first time she ponders ripping it out, spilling herself across the ground. She leaves that thought be, however, and merely paces once more, her head dipped down, her ears twitching and her tail curled tight like a bowstring against her; she can see them, George and the others, and her eye closes in seeking respite, which of course is never found; lacking respite she aches for absolution, and that is negligible. Help. She needs help, and she knows it, but where is help when she's trapped in a cage--!
With a bellow that is more anguished howl of despair the woman leaps forward and slams her head against the bars of her cage, her fingers curling around the bars as she slips down, lets herself limp against them, lets her breathing level, mellow, rasp. She has no duty here; her bare flesh, the short shorts; labeled damaged goods by the paperwork, branded and marked as such by Kotonoha. But even as she becomes aware of someone watching her, she makes no effort to move, merely lets her head settle. |
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HIKARU FUYUKI
SHINKANSEN
WINTER'S CURSE
Posts: 18 
Slave 1: morgan vance
Occupation: head officer
Played By: Wolf
MP3 Theme: http://k002.kiwi6.com/hotlink/0s66d3phcv/yellowcard-fighting.mp3
Weapon: broad sword
Gif Image: http://i.imgur.com/Zj4uL4c.gif
Bio: BIO
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Post by HIKARU FUYUKI on Dec 12, 2013 14:41:49 GMT -5
Desperate times called for desperate measures. After all, it was clear that even though her identity was safe it wasn't good for Hikaru to be alone. During her free lapses she stayed and worked in her metal shop as a woman named Yuki. It was normal living for a normal woman who built weaponry and armor. She needed someone else though, outside of her organization known as Shinkansen.
This was why the woman was brought to the auction house. She was here as a civilian after all. Someone here for a urakata that her organization captured and brought here. She didn't need just anyone though, she needed someone who could protect her when her group could not. After all she couldn't associate with the group when she was playing the civilian role. It was almost as if she was a different person during these times and many would believe she was.
She had gone through a few sections finding nothing really that satisfied her as she pushed her glasses back up her face. A recently added feature to her "yuki" persona. A loud sound drew her attention down a different area to the canine section. Of course she would end up here, shinkansen only used dogs mostly besides a few, like herself. So maybe it was inevitable.
Her eyes drifted to the form that had made the sound and her blue eyes visible softened as she looked at her. Slowly she moved to her and squatted down some so she could be on even level. "Doesn't that hurt?" she asked softly almost asking if she was okay. She was worried and her eyes showed as such, after all, Yuki didn't like people getting hurt.
"i'm yuki. I hope i'm not bothering you to much." she said as an awkward blush came to her face. | You know, I thought you were so naive, but you were runnin' again on me - 'cause baby, I saw through your lies, lies, lies. When I had the world in the palm of my hand you never looked at another man, but when I started to slip you said, "Bye, bye, bye". Time has made you just a memory. Now I'm winnin', so baby either see - you're runnin' back to me. You better keep on runnin', don't stop runnin', keep on running, 'cause you can't catch me. You better keep on runnin', don't stop runnin', keep on running. Oh, yeah. |
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INUBASHIRI FUJI
URAKATA
TIGER STRIPED
"My Music Box."
Posts: 4
Animal: Tora-Ge Akita
Occupation: Slave
Played By: Eru
Bio: BIO
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Post by INUBASHIRI FUJI on Dec 12, 2013 22:16:01 GMT -5
WE DO NOT SOW
| She breathes, lets air roll in between her teeth and down her throat, lets it soothe the burning there that she cannot sate with a greater burn; there is nothing for her but this cage, she feels, she fears, she understands; Inubashiri is a battle-scarred bitch, her empty socket hidden away beneath a patch that hides the scars and twists the appearance; her frown deepens when she hears a voice, it does not peak into a smile, and her hands curl around the bars of her cage. For a moment, the akita is quiet, her sides rise, fall, and then she tilts her head up, back, and her solitary purple eye meets that of yuki.
"Of course it does," She begins quietly enough, rising slowly, standing at her full height; not too tall, but she's strong-looking, muscled, her eye fixated dead ahead, before her head inclines and her tail twists into a tighter curl, a more rigid shape, her ears swivelling forward, not back. In this one there is no sign of fear, nor is there sign of foolish arrogance; she is Urakata, and that is lesser to what these are, these Masters. The brand on her flesh makes her aware as much; her gaze flicks, and she scowls at the guards. Once more there is no desire to seek them out, only the injured pride, the suffering mind, and it is that which quietly demands the cessations of their lives--for Inubashiri Fuji, it would be as easy as snuffing out a candle, and that, too, is marked on the sheet.
She raises a clawed hand and points simply to the folder on the front of the cage. "You will find information there," she says, and there is no fear in her voice, no fear in her eye, for this is how good the bitch has become at restraining that which scares her; she reins it in with little problem; her head tilts and those striped ears pin against her skull, faintly-striped hands falling to her sides. "If it is not suitable, ask me whatever questions you may have. It is my duty as an unclaimed Urakata to answer whatever is asked of me."
With that, she turns, and begins to pace once more, her eye down, her body trembling, tensed up like a wire ready to spring; despite her facade, Inubashiri Fuji cannot hide the fact that she had, once, the run of the wilderness from time to time, when her master was not requesting 'special service' of her. The only mark of that, of course, was an indicator that Fuji had been abused prior to her...reclaiming. She blinks, once, and swishes her tail, and waits for the woman to leave. |
LAIKA OF GS! |
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