Collars & Leashes // High Aphro
Frown lines folded across Izaya's forehead. He snarled and tugged at the collar around his neck, but it didn't budge at all. Though it was made of nothing but black satin and a few decorative onyx stones, nothing the young man did would break it. Not even his blade, thrown across the room moments before in a fit of frustration, could cut through it.
"Master," he spat, glaring at the now shredded paper that lay scattered across his bed. Upon waking, the scraps had been a letter that read Your Master awaits you at the bar. No one controlled Izaya. He was the one to play God with others, to move them about as pawns on a chessboard for his amusement.
With every moment that passed, a strange tug within him grew stronger. More and more, his thoughts drifted to the supposed 'Master' who was likely the one that had left him bound in that maddening collar. Izaya had to find them... He knew where they were, he had to get to them.
Despite his state of undress, Izaya found himself leaving his room and heading for the bar on the other side of The Hotel. Though his eyes were still bright, something about the light in them had changed. His anger was gradually, and without his realization, slipping away to be replaced with a hunger.
[[Ladies, gents, others--all are welcome to try their hand at taming this feisty boy. All I ask is no OCs, please. Permissions and Preferences for your reading pleasure~
Mun Status: Bring it~]]
"Master," he spat, glaring at the now shredded paper that lay scattered across his bed. Upon waking, the scraps had been a letter that read Your Master awaits you at the bar. No one controlled Izaya. He was the one to play God with others, to move them about as pawns on a chessboard for his amusement.
With every moment that passed, a strange tug within him grew stronger. More and more, his thoughts drifted to the supposed 'Master' who was likely the one that had left him bound in that maddening collar. Izaya had to find them... He knew where they were, he had to get to them.
Despite his state of undress, Izaya found himself leaving his room and heading for the bar on the other side of The Hotel. Though his eyes were still bright, something about the light in them had changed. His anger was gradually, and without his realization, slipping away to be replaced with a hunger.
[[Ladies, gents, others--all are welcome to try their hand at taming this feisty boy. All I ask is no OCs, please. Permissions and Preferences for your reading pleasure~
Mun Status: Bring it~]]