phar went to her aunts for the night.....

[19:20] Pharzuph was it intrusive or was it khaos, hard to say, as she his was cleaning his hair she sighs " this is a first, usually its the other way around.. the humans bathe me..hmm...lucky boy then" she was still having the thoughts and it was getting stronger as she moved the cloth over the boys neck, the dirt falling away in the suds.  She wasn't rough at all just going through the motions it might of felt nice and she had some flashes to another life...her cruel side rearing its monstrous head.  she suddenly put her hands around Re's neck.  She couldn't stop as she was slowly puling his head down toward the water, her grin cruel and full of malice.

[19:24] Re-Amme (reamme) As Re's face reaches the water, a few bubbles issue from his nose, his body gives two slight spasmodic jerks and then stops, The man had stopped breathing.

[19:26] Pandemonium HUD: FYI: In order to attack another player, it is necessary to explain the in-character reasons for the attack through role-play. This can be done either before the attack or immediately after winning or losing the duel. It is NOT permissible to attack anyone who is already engaged in a roleplay. (Click RP-ONLY button to avoid unwanted combat.)

[19:28] Pandemonium HUD: 🎲 [1d20]: 彡乀 PђαƦzuקђ 彡乀 (nymph.zenith) rolled a 12.

[19:28] 彡乀 PђαƦzuקђ 彡乀 (nymph.zenith): (ok won the khaos roll)

[19:29] Pharzuph held his head down under the water, watching the bubbles rise up and cackled.  probably close to killing him before she snapped out of it and the images were let go, she blinked and looked around confused.." oh" pulled him up as he stopped breathing and sat him up gave a few smacks to his back. with a move of her hand she sent her shadows into the mans body, like a cold wash it would push the water out of his lungs and gave him a very small jolt of of dark energy to get his heart going again.  she kept patting his back.  " oh, wakey wakey, you almost had an accident'

[19:30] Re-Amme (reamme) coughs up water, head lolling still unconscious but breathing again,

[19:39] Pharzuph she gave him a grin as he was breathing and continued the cleaning " oh there you go....well you are alive so there is that...." had gotten most of his body but gave him another once over because like jochi she didn't like dirt or dirty things, though she was less crazy about it, would be arm deep in blood and guts and just roll in it but...dirt ..no, blood yes.. " oh ..yes.. you are weak...hmm" did remember she drained him, he probably needed food. Summoned an imp to her as it moved up and chattered" some veggies , water and a glass" her command the imps took off.  now that the human was all clean, she picked him up and put him on the table..." oh..." she had to remember what her servants did for her.  picking up a towels he wrapped him up like a mummy.." hmm that .. doesn't look right" moved the towels so his mouth and nose were out" better".

[19:47] Pharzuph well the water was being sopped up of his body as she pretty much used half the towels in the room, waiting as the imp returned with the items... " ew, you know what break it all apart into the tankard here" she poured water into it and the imp dropped in a bit of all the veggies she had bought in the market today.  She pulled her shadows into it that solidified to little blades and blended it all into a smoothie. Did learn a few things in her days in the mortal realm.  sent the imp away...and she went over to him. " are you awake yet?" couldn't feed him if he was out, poked at him a bit.

[19:49] Re-Amme (reamme) groans and blinks his eyes, wondering where he is . Looking around and seeing Pharzuph he nods his head. "Y yes,,Ma'am.." he answers very tiredly.

[19:53] Pharzuph hands him a tankard of veggie smoothie, all the veggies were in it.  The smoothie was lovely " well you are clean now, here drink this it will help you, make sure you drink all of it" had no idea what a veggie smoothie tasted like, it looked like swamp water and smelled worse to her, off putting for the carnivorous demoness. helped him up as well.  " its fresh made from the veggies in the human village."

[19:58] Re-Amme (reamme) smells the "smoothie" and tries not to grimace too much. "Thank you, Lady,"  he says, before quafting down the whole thing at once for fear of the wretched taste. Smiling, despite his inner feelings. he asks "May  I begone now Milady? I have much work to finish at the forge?"

[20:02] Pharzuph had watched him drink it and put her hand over her mouth, to stifle a gag reflex.  " was it good?" had no idea what was good for humans , spawned a pureborn so things like that just escaped her. " you should sit there a bit, don't want you passing out. Get your strength up. so tell me about you?  " was lookin around the cubbards and found some fresh clothing for him " this might fit you".

[20:07] Re-Amme (reamme) shook his head at her question "No, Milady, it was horrid, but I suppose it is good for me. Thank you." He truly wanted her to know that the thought was the important thing here. At her suggestion to sit for a bit, he nods "Very well, I will sit for a bit. There is little to tell, I am the Assistant Blacksmith at Fairhaven. Lord Seraphis is a very noble Lord." Looking at the clothing, Re remarks , It may indeed, but it isn't necessary for you to go to the trouble Milady."

[20:15] Pharzuph nosed crinkled hearing the word noble, those words were not in her kins vocabulary.  she gave a forced smile " oh , sorry i have no idea what suits the palate of a human. " can't imagine drinking that so could sympathize with it. " oh how nice, I did some smithing with a hellforge long ago, its very satisfying work. I enjoyed it,  its ok, you don't have to wear it , your original clothes are here on the side here. " motioned to it " Seraphis is very important to me, his patience is endless so how did you meet him?"

[20:22] Re-Amme (reamme) looks down at the towels he is wearing and smiles "I like these towels, I think that clout is past wearable , would it be too much to ask Milady for these towels? I would then have someting to wear from the stream to the cloth vendor across the square." Then in answer to her question about Seraphis he replies "One evening i was sitting with a group of others at a bonfire near the village.. I noticed a dark tar like substance moving towards us on the ground and as it reached us, up formed Lord Seraphis. Well, he requested a certain person to follow him saying that that person had been summoned by the Great Judge, but the others there started to become hostile to him."

[20:24] Pharzuph was done, she moved her hand to let her shadows move and the water drained from the tub the dirt on him left a residue and she wasn't about to clean that.  " well you survived the bath." snickered a bit , she gave a nod " oh go ahead have at them" wasn't worried about the towels she can get more Listened to the tale and gave a nod " ahh yes, is our task sometimes, its natural to be hostile to our kind". motioned him to go on.

[20:27] 彡乀 ֆΣƦαקђᓰֆ 彡乀 (xinzhihai) the Elder One would begin affixing the shackles and collar to the new prison Convict. "There that will get the message out that you belong to us." He'd look to Pharzu and Re. "Make sure to get Re fitted for his collar too, i don't want other demons or angels trying to vie for his capture."

[20:29] Re-Amme (reamme) continues "Well, I explained to the group that he had already apologised when they had pointed out to him he should have used the horn. They would have nothing of apologies, Then Lord Serapis requested that the one follow him here, It seemed that the person was terrified so I begged Milord to allow me to accompany them , but he said it wouldn't be good. " pausing .. his eyes opened wide "But... but Lord... you...  am I a captive LOrd?" Re asks getting very distressed.

[20:30] Draven Malakai Hopshire (nightingale.foxpaws): in the main pandomonium group theres a role pandemonium captive

[20:32] Pharzuph she heard searphis an gazed back, catching a glimpse of another being, was too far away and heard him " ohhh ...well his neck is about this big" she moves from behind the screen and holds up her hands into a small circle.  chuckled and she would pull a collar from the shadows.."I like to tease" . as she was about to put a collar on him before he got up and doth protested. " well, our work takes us there, i hate to say it but the mortals are getting far too bold.  I think one of us should be there to teach them". not her, she sighed and waited. " dearest?" waiting on his reply.

[20:33] 彡乀 ֆΣƦαקђᓰֆ 彡乀 (xinzhihai) The Elder One would enter into the room, finding the man no worse for wear as he nodded toward his mate smiling. "I'm glad you didn't kill him in my absence my beloved." He'd return his gaze to Re. "You're not captive at all, though by wearing a shackle, it will tell those around you not to mess with you. Think of it as a badge of honor, or a seal of protection." He'd look to Pharzuph's hands as he chuckled. "Alright."

[20:39] Re-Amme (reamme) eyes Seraphis, then looking back to Pharzuph he looks at her too, Now not sure he believes Seraphis at all. But he nods his head, "Very well, as you wish, Milord, Live Forever." he says trying to look cheerful/

[20:39] Re-Amme (reamme): .

[20:40] Pharzuph and gave a fang filled smile too seraphis " it was close..." was all she said about the fate of the boy but he could sense the struggles. Waiting with the collar as it was time for fitting though it was a snap and go, might be a bit loose but still cold metal and comfy.  Her mate had a way with words. She looked at Drave and gave him a once over before she spoke to seraphis " he reminds me of hound" that face was it, the grimace , was almost uncanny.  and upon word she snapped the collar to re's neck, adjusted it and patted him on the head " good boy" was done so she was going to meet the newcomer.  " if seraphis is done, you can go home"

[20:43] 彡乀 ֆΣƦαקђᓰֆ 彡乀 (xinzhihai) He'd look to Re, as he tilted his head slightly, wondering why he looked at him like that. He'd then flick his gaze back to Pharzuph. "Ah. i see. You tried to drown him?!" The memories would flood into his mind through their bond. "Forgive me and my mate Re. I had no idea she would actually give into her intrusive ways. If I could've bathed you, I would've."

[20:44] Draven Malakai Hopshire (nightingale.foxpaws): lol

[20:48] Re-Amme (reamme) looks at Lady Pharzuph astonishedly, "I... err...she did? Ohh... " Raising his eyebrows then trying to bow to Seraphis, "I didn't know that, Lord. Won't everyone in the village laugh at me with this ,,, these,, attachments, Lord?"

[20:50] Pharzuph eyes Seraphis. " I give no apologies...and do not dare apologize for me....I speak for myself.  I will not change the dark in me.  I"m from an ancient time and that.. " she pointed to the bath that was clearly full of residual dirt.  " is just a footnote in my steps, he is clean and he is alive that is more then expected , my line is not known to babying humans " her rage lifting a bit.   Her head snapped to Re " you live in an illusion of freedom and one day the curtain will come down , the veil torn away.  ..". a bit too emotional she walked out..." i need air.."

[20:53] 彡乀 ֆΣƦαקђᓰֆ 彡乀 (xinzhihai) the Elder One would shake his head. "You can take them off at any time, it's just as a means when you travel back and forth." He'd return his gaze to Pharzuph. "Are you alright my dear?"

[20:56] Azmodi (asmodeus.mercury) woke up rather late and hurried to find Her. was not long before he felt her presence and sauntered into the room with several others. Remained quiet not wanting his attention to draw any attention

[20:59] Pharzuph moved out of the room and snapped her wings out like whips, folding them to her back again. When azmodi appeared she just pointed to the spot near her, the glare in her eyes was enough to pierce flesh if a gaze could do so.  She gazed back too Seraphis " just lovely" ....gazed to draven " what is your name.?"  Still couldn't get over how he reminded her of hound, that face.

[21:03] 彡乀 ֆΣƦαקђᓰֆ 彡乀 (xinzhihai) He'd look to Re as he approached adorned in the shackles. "They look good on you....granted I think they look good on every mortal, but that aside." He'd smile a fangs protruding from his lips. "I thank you for your work today. Perhaps we can begin the blood letting tomorrow to best Serve Pharzuph's needs." He'd bow to the mortal as he looked to his mate.

[21:03] Re-Amme (reamme) feels a bit shocked by Pharzuph's reaction and whispers to no one in particular "I hope she is alright."  Getting up from the couch Re flexes himself with all the metal he is wearing, Going to where it lay, he picks up his old clout and with it in hand, asks permission to go out. "Begging Pardon, Lord Seraphis,, may I return to my tasks? Or is there something else I can assist you with?

[21:06] 彡乀 ֆΣƦαקђᓰֆ 彡乀 (xinzhihai): ((Just remembered i have to wake up early tomorrow, so i have to go for now. Ty all for the rp tonite, and i'll see you all next time. :) ))

[21:06] Draven Malakai Hopshire (nightingale.foxpaws) lookat at pharzuph and  says "none of your business demon"

[21:10] Azmodi (asmodeus.mercury) lowered his head as he knelt at the place indicated.  even after all this time, the years he could understand volumes from Her simply from a gesture or a glance.   Looked out inquisitively at the werewolf and mortal nearby, wondering what their stories were, what brought them here.  Would give a respectful nod to Seraphis as he started to leave but eyes snapped back to the wolf as he disrespects "watch your tone" he snapped with a low rumbling growl.

[21:11] Re-Amme (reamme) bows  to Lady Pharzuph. and then to Lord Azmodi

[21:12] Pharzuph put her head up and was going to answer seraphis before he left she sighed of course " Re you are free to leave. " she growled as draven had taken the hard route...hearing azmodi she gave a grin glad someone had her back today.  that hand released a concussion of dark energy onto the creature that was draven.

[21:14] Re-Amme (reamme) replies "Thank you Milady, God bless, " as he goes up the stairs.

[21:16] Draven Malakai Hopshire (nightingale.foxpaws) eels back, muscles tensing the moment the dark energy slams into him. A guttural snarl rips from deep in his chest, body arching as the blast sends him staggering to the side, claws scraping the floor with a screech. His eyes burn golden through the haze, locked on Pharzuph—not in fear, but in raw defiance. Drool trails from his fangs as he crouches low, a feral growl vibrating the walls. He doesn’t speak… but the look in his eyes says everything.

Challenge. Rage. Survival.

He doesn’t flee. He doesn’t submit.

Instead, Draven plants his claws, shoulders bristling as his tail flicks once in warning. Blood drips from his muzzle as he slowly rises, steam rising off his singed fur. The beast within him is awake now—and it remembers.

[21:21] Pharzuph Re's blessing of her made her inwardly scream.....as the last of the energy flew into him, she bound him with a slew of shadows that wrapped his form " next one will be hellfire, i'll burn the fur off you and make you look like a naked mutated cat "she hissed at him and stared him down the touch of khaos in her eyes , she knew feral and faced it head on. " perhaps...a lesson" she lifted her hand and drew a rune in the air, it flowed of black shadow stuffs, pursed her lips and blew his way.  the shadowy rune would snap to his neck to cut his voice, a simple silence spell , but a twist when he tries to talk he will strangle.  " no food, or water till you learn.  I was going to be nice to you, I have a bit of a soft side for the fuzzies but you just solidified your place on my shit list." she hisses to azmodi " Tell him, how long you had starved for.. and how terrible it was.

[21:24] Draven Malakai Hopshire (nightingale.foxpaws): /ME body seizes as the shadows coil around him like constricting serpents. His limbs strain against the bonds, muscles rippling beneath matted fur, but they hold firm. A violent, wet snarl tears from his throat—until it doesn’t.

The moment the rune snaps to his neck, his jaw clamps shut. His head jerks to the side as if struck. He tries to speak—instinctively—but instantly gags, his throat convulsing as invisible fingers choke the life from his voice. His golden eyes flare wide in shock... then narrow into pure hatred. His chest heaves with labored, rage-filled breath.

He doesn’t plead. He doesn’t beg.

Instead, he lowers his head, saliva thick on his lips, and stares up at her with that same defiance—unchanged, untamed. His ears pin back, tail flicking once behind him. Blood drips from one side of his maw where he bit into his own tongue during the struggle, but he shows no sign of yielding.

Even now—gagged, bound, silenced—he radiates resistance. His silence is not submission.

It’s

[21:24] Draven Malakai Hopshire (nightingale.foxpaws):  a promise.

[21:24] Draven Malakai Hopshire (nightingale.foxpaws) body seizes as the shadows coil around him like constricting serpents. His limbs strain against the bonds, muscles rippling beneath matted fur, but they hold firm. A violent, wet snarl tears from his throat—until it doesn’t.

The moment the rune snaps to his neck, his jaw clamps shut. His head jerks to the side as if struck. He tries to speak—instinctively—but instantly gags, his throat convulsing as invisible fingers choke the life from his voice. His golden eyes flare wide in shock... then narrow into pure hatred. His chest heaves with labored, rage-filled breath.

He doesn’t plead. He doesn’t beg.

Instead, he lowers his head, saliva thick on his lips, and stares up at her with that same defiance—unchanged, untamed. His ears pin back, tail flicking once behind him. Blood drips from one side of his maw where he bit into his own tongue during the struggle, but he shows no sign of yielding.

Even now—gagged, bound, silenced—he radiates resistance. His silence is not submission.

It’s

[21:24] Draven Malakai Hopshire (nightingale.foxpaws):  a promise.

[21:30] Azmodi (asmodeus.mercury) visibly shivered when reminded, looking up at the bound creature.  just smirks at the defiance as it is displayed.  "years" he said with a gruff tone which beguiled the pain he felt but would never show outwardly.  "I've seen that defiance walk into hell...your nothing special, nothing new.  In a year you'll be groveling for scraps around here, nipping at the heels of anyone who might show you a shred of mercy. "

[21:32] Draven Malakai Hopshire (nightingale.foxpaws) ears flick at Azmodi’s words—“years”—a growl vibrates low and silent in his chest, the shadows choking it down before it can rise. His amber eyes snap to the demon’s face, burning with that same primal fury that hadn't dimmed an inch.

His muzzle twitches into a snarl, bloodstained fangs bared—not in desperation, but in contempt. Slowly, deliberately, he leans forward against the restraints, neck straining, his chest rising and falling like a caged animal who refuses to break.

Then, with visible effort, he spits—not at Azmodi’s feet, but directly to the side, as close to Azmodi’s shadow as he can manage. It's a crude, silent gesture, one meant to speak volumes without needing breath.

And in his eyes, something sharp lingers:

Not fear.

Not submission.

Memory.

As if to say: "You survived years. I endured worse before I ever fell."

[21:36] Pharzuph As azmodi spoke it was true, she never bluffed nor would she let anymore humans think they can strut around so bold in the prison.   Wasn't looking away from him she matched the gaze the fire in her eyes was ancient, not rage but pure wrath that flowed through her veins, khaos lingered in her shadows and the elder demoness was not one to play games .  She didn't speak, she didn't have too the shadows rose up as she glared at him like one would look upon a bug that was making it's way acrossed a dining room table.  The dark that lifted coiled around draven a symphony of fear and suffering, doubt and turmoil the whispers drawn from every soul she has made suffer, every soul over the ages she has devoured.  There was no words , just a madness and affliction that will follow his shadows, give him no rest. She gave a cruel grin as the sounds went on for a while, darkness rose from the floor danced in agony before she pushed it all down.

[21:38] Draven Malakai Hopshire (nightingale.foxpaws) did not flinch.

As the ancient wrath of Pharzuph bore down on him—her gaze molten with ageless fury, her shadows twisting with the screams of a thousand broken souls—he stood his ground, motionless in the storm.

The shadows rose, coiling like serpents of despair, whispering madness into his ears, clawing at his mind with razor-thin voices of doubt and agony. A lesser being would have collapsed. A mortal would have begged.

But Draven?

He locked eyes with her—eyes that shimmered gold through the black haze, feral and unrepentant. His body trembled under the pressure, but not with fear—with restraint, the tension of an untamed beast being forced to heel.

A twitch in his lip.

A twitch in his claws.

His tail curled, low and slow—not submission, but readiness.

The torment bled into him, but found no purchase. There was suffering inside him already—suffering older than this circle, pain not given, but born. The demoness offered torment like it was unique. To Draven, it was home.

Even

[21:38] Draven Malakai Hopshire (nightingale.foxpaws):  silenced, even bound, he smiled—a wicked, blood-streaked grin full of broken teeth and contempt.

He didn’t need words.

His eyes said everything:

“You're not the first ancient thing to try to break me. You won’t be the last. But you will fail like all the others.”

And through the dancing darkness, the howling pain, and the crushing weight of shadowed wrath—

he stood.

[21:44] Azmodi (asmodeus.mercury) watched as the dollop of spit lands near by, a crude grin curling in his mouth as he burst into a rare laugh.  "aww...i think your just begging now really....or a death wish." looks up to Phar "I'll oblige if given the chance" he said, red orbs hanging intensely on the creature now, already tasting his flesh as he sniffed the air in front of him.

[21:51] Pharzuph looked down at him with a smile as his gaze only held false hope , nothing more then the defiance she See's everyday, Her smile patronizing, her look just amusement as one looks at a poor bag of kittens that was fished out of a stream and still mewing " well, on a good note, we shut him up, no more sass " She gave a light yawn all this and she didn't even have a coffee yet and was still doing more work then she should, sadly.. As the shadows moved away she had moved back to pet azmodi on the top of his head, her claws just moving down his scalp lightly to scratch.   instead doted upon her favorite.." did you take a bath today?" moving his hair to the way she likes it. " oh, you feeling up to such after such a long journey...hmmm no.  No need to get your claws dirty on a curr like that.  Besides I have a better idea" she gave a wonderful smile full of fangs and joy .

[21:55] Draven Malakai Hopshire (nightingale.foxpaws) Draven’s eyes narrow, burning with a silent storm beneath the shadows lifting from him. The faintest twitch of his lip twists into a snarl—a low, wordless warning that simmers beneath his bound throat. His gaze doesn’t waver from Pharzuph’s amusement, but there’s no fear, no false hope. Just the cold weight of a beast forced into silence.

The comparison to a mewling kitten only fuels the fire inside him. His claws scrape the ground, restless, eager to rend and tear rather than be coddled or ignored. Yet he remains still—watching, waiting, every muscle taut with restrained fury.

When Pharzuph turns to Azmodi with her doting, Draven’s head tilts slightly, nostrils flaring as if tasting the faintest trace of her contempt. The smile that curves his bloodied muzzle is not one of submission, but of raw challenge.

He is no pet. No favorite.

And no matter what cruel plans they devise, the beast inside him will not break.

[22:01] Azmodi (asmodeus.mercury) ears perk up as Her hand grazes against his hair.  His expressioned tempered a bit as She spoke "no Mistress, not yet, but i've been working up to it" he hated water but She knew that already.  Eyes flickering over to the wolf, wondering what was going through his head. Could see the definance but couldn't read minds.  Smirked though knowing whatever burning pain was inside him was all bottled up now with the gag with nowhere to go.

[22:02] Draven Malakai Hopshire (nightingale.foxpaws) Draven’s ears flick sharply at the sound of Azmodi’s voice, muscles tensing beneath the bindings as the demon’s touch brushed his fur. The faintest flicker of acknowledgment passes through his golden eyes — a recognition of the rare kindness shown to another trapped soul. Yet, the rage behind those eyes remains a wildfire barely contained.

His jaw clenches hard, saliva mixing with dried blood at the corners of his mouth. The silence rune holds him tight, choking any protest or growl, but the fire inside roars just the same — smothered, not extinguished.

Though his gaze shifts briefly to Azmodi, it doesn’t soften. Instead, it sharpens, burning with the promise that the torment he endures will one day be unleashed.

Azmodi may sense the cage, but the beast within still prowls, ready to strike.

[22:23] Pharzuph kept petting az and gave a sigh " alright there is a bath behind me, when we are done you get clean, if you a hungry let me know...I bled the mortal there and it was a lovely flavor.  divine. " she picked something out of his hair, a speck of grime and flicked it, taking one of the pints of blood out of the shadows and gave it to him " Drink up and  you know we like you neat and tidy.  You might need to clean it first.. the mortal before was just filthy.  Last time i do that...I did almost drown him but, he survived.  What am I supposed to do, pet him on the head and be nice.  I am what I am and I will not falter from that to sate any." if any honor she had it would be to her ancient bloodline the elders she reveres. " you know my elders did did visit here.. for once i was elated.  I miss them so" she gave a sigh and finally looked to the one giving her evil eyes and defiance.  " I got some food for the mortals fresh from the market today should keep them sated for a while even fresh meat...i can't believ

[22:23] Pharzuph  they eat animals, the pig meat was...off putting.  " looked too the pup and blinked " oh yes you...I think silence and lack of food is enough to start, There are so many simple ones, castration...do you know how terrible it is to live in the circle of lust with no genitals. " smirked. " i'll leave him for Seraphis...he can do the intake since he brought him in, my night of scroll work is over.   also...i've been in this pit for half a cycle. " she pulled draven along " come on little pup.  time for walkies" .

[22:25] Draven Malakai Hopshire (nightingale.foxpaws) Draven’s amber eyes flash with a low, dangerous fire as Pharzuph pats Azmodi, the ease between them a stark contrast to the cage he finds himself in. He bares a silent snarl at her patronizing tone, claws flexing tightly as the speck of grime is flicked from Azmodi’s hair—an act he would never receive.

The offer of blood, the mocking talk of filth and mortals eating animals, only deepens the dark storm behind his gaze. The mention of castration draws a slow, tense shift in his posture—barely restrained fury simmering just beneath the surface.

When she pulls him roughly along, calling him "little pup" with cruel amusement, Draven snarls sharply, muscles straining against his bonds, but still silent, still gagged. His tail flicks once—hard, sharp—and his eyes burn daggers into her back.

Defiant. Unbroken. Dangerous.

No matter the leash, the beast inside him remains wild.

[22:27] Draven Malakai Hopshire (nightingale.foxpaws): ((castraition is a hard no))

[22:27] 彡乀 PђαƦzuקђ 彡乀 (nymph.zenith): (oh wasn't going to do it, was an implied ic threat))

[22:27] Draven Malakai Hopshire (nightingale.foxpaws): ((ah ok))

[22:30] Azmodi (asmodeus.mercury) glances over at the bath and gives a sigh "yes Mistress, of course" taking the blood in his hand "thank you Mistress. Could almost taste it through the glass. it would satiate his thrist but not the addiction that tugged on his essense.  Would stand when the mention of taking the mortal for a walk. It would be good to stretch his legs he thought as he rose.

[22:37] Pharzuph actually enjoyed walkies time, was her favorite thing with trouble the imp.  She tossed the petulant pup in the cell, will post up about the restrictions on the boards that are somewhere in the prison.   " ok. my shift is officially up..." gave a yawn...  " lets go, I'm spending the night at my aunts. " pulled az along into the shadows to vanish. (holy i need sleep, ni ni)

[22:40] Draven Malakai Hopshire (nightingale.foxpaws): hit the

cold cell floor with a grunt, the sting of shadow magic still burning in his limbs. Shackled, silenced, and caged like an animal. His ears twitched at the fading footsteps, her smug voice echoing in his mind like rot.

He didn't rise. Not yet.

Instead, he stared at the bars, blood trickling from his lip where he'd bitten down to stop himself from giving her the satisfaction of a scream. Shadows still lingered in the corners, whispering lies and doubt—but he let them. Let them talk. Let them try.

His claws dug into the floor, tail flicking once. This wasn't defeat. This was the storm gathering.

And they’d regret thinking the beast would stay chained forever.

[22:40] Draven Malakai Hopshire (nightingale.foxpaws) hit the cold cell floor with a grunt, the sting of shadow magic still burning in his limbs. Shackled, silenced, and caged like an animal. His ears twitched at the fading footsteps, her smug voice echoing in his mind like rot.

He didn't rise. Not yet.

Instead, he stared at the bars, blood trickling from his lip where he'd bitten down to stop himself from giving her the satisfaction of a scream. Shadows still lingered in the corners, whispering lies and doubt—but he let them. Let them talk. Let them try.

His claws dug into the floor, tail flicking once. This wasn't defeat. This was the storm gathering.

And they’d regret thinking the beast would stay chained forever.