The Writer
Your Doom
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Keyla was inside the house. She slowly started to clean the kitchen. Keyla found it a bit difficult….when you can’t see. Yes, Keyla is blind but she is far from helpless, you could say she has certain senses that can detect other people around her. Her hearing wasn’t too bad either. She lifted her wings a bit behind her and then turned to the window when she heard the sounds of horse hooves. She blinked unable to see who it was. She sighed and then turned to walk out of the kitchen. She turned down the hall and stopped at the door front door hearing the sound of humans. It was a slave trader, how dare he step foot on her property. She clenched her fists. The sound of chains irritated her. It was bad enough to have vampires in her home, but at least she could help the slaves in a small way.
Deathwish was walking down the hallway on the third floor. He was holding a book in his hand reading it as he walked. He was stealthy, not making a sound in his movements. He looked up and closed the book within his hand wondering what had just arrived. He turned to a window but the roof of second floor blocked his view. He turned toward the stairs. This castle was interesting to say the least. He did like to observe the other vampires that had come to call it home. Once he had reached the fourth floor he looked outside, his eyes widened to see a girl in a cage. Her hands were bound by chains at the top of the cage and she seemed to be calm at the moment, more surprising than her unusual restraints was her hair. Her hair was white as snow, it was long and covering her face. He put his hand to his chin wondering to himself. It was interesting indeed, a random slave owner arriving here with a rare human.
Nick was in a large living room. He sat the couch drinking a bit of wine by the fire. He put his head on the arm rest of the couch as he was laying on it. He sighed a bit and looked around seeing if his slave was nearby. He was bored but didn’t find it needy enough to bother his slave if she wasn’t around. Nick was a more laid back guy so he found it useless to yell in such a quiet castle.
Flower was the girl outside in the cage. Her hands tied above her. She had her hair covering her face but when she looked out to the slave trader, eyes burning with furry at him even he could see her green eyes through her hair. She was cleaned up as if to attract more vampires to her. All the slave trader wanted was to have her out of his hair. She jerked on the chains a bit but found it useless to try for the moment. To the slave trader she was like a dragon, rare, unseen, but very dangerous. She watched as he tried to ignore her stare.
Keyla was inside the house. She slowly started to clean the kitchen. Keyla found it a bit difficult….when you can’t see. Yes, Keyla is blind but she is far from helpless, you could say she has certain senses that can detect other people around her. Her hearing wasn’t too bad either. She lifted her wings a bit behind her and then turned to the window when she heard the sounds of horse hooves. She blinked unable to see who it was. She sighed and then turned to walk out of the kitchen. She turned down the hall and stopped at the door front door hearing the sound of humans. It was a slave trader, how dare he step foot on her property. She clenched her fists. The sound of chains irritated her. It was bad enough to have vampires in her home, but at least she could help the slaves in a small way.
Deathwish was walking down the hallway on the third floor. He was holding a book in his hand reading it as he walked. He was stealthy, not making a sound in his movements. He looked up and closed the book within his hand wondering what had just arrived. He turned to a window but the roof of second floor blocked his view. He turned toward the stairs. This castle was interesting to say the least. He did like to observe the other vampires that had come to call it home. Once he had reached the fourth floor he looked outside, his eyes widened to see a girl in a cage. Her hands were bound by chains at the top of the cage and she seemed to be calm at the moment, more surprising than her unusual restraints was her hair. Her hair was white as snow, it was long and covering her face. He put his hand to his chin wondering to himself. It was interesting indeed, a random slave owner arriving here with a rare human.
Nick was in a large living room. He sat the couch drinking a bit of wine by the fire. He put his head on the arm rest of the couch as he was laying on it. He sighed a bit and looked around seeing if his slave was nearby. He was bored but didn’t find it needy enough to bother his slave if she wasn’t around. Nick was a more laid back guy so he found it useless to yell in such a quiet castle.
Flower was the girl outside in the cage. Her hands tied above her. She had her hair covering her face but when she looked out to the slave trader, eyes burning with furry at him even he could see her green eyes through her hair. She was cleaned up as if to attract more vampires to her. All the slave trader wanted was to have her out of his hair. She jerked on the chains a bit but found it useless to try for the moment. To the slave trader she was like a dragon, rare, unseen, but very dangerous. She watched as he tried to ignore her stare.
