Logan/Wolverine ||| X-Men ||| slave45825243_t78_aJuly 10 2012, 19:31:23 UTC
Ladies only for smut. Forgive me for not setting something up; I'd like to leave various options open for whoever might be interested in tagging. Any scenario where Logan is the slave works for me. But be warned, he will not behave. He may try hard, or he may not try at all, but in the end, he will most likely misbehave. Have fun trying to teach him better, though!
Natasha just stared at the unruly man in front her. This had to be a joke. An enemy must have found out her whereabouts and sent this gift to as some sort of sick revenge. There was no way someone which such an overbearing presence could be a slave. Nothing about him came across as submissive.
"You come with return postage right?" She finally said.
It was hard, being a slave. Not in the way people usually complained about. Logan didn't mind hard work, and simple food was fine - as long as he got enough of it, and he usually did. What he had a problem with was doing as he was told. He preferred to be set to work and left alone. For days, if at all possible.
Changing owners was a pain in the ass, even for that reason alone, but every one of them so far had lost his patience with Logan. On to the next one. She wouldn't be any better. Her first words were enough to convince him of that.
"No, Ma'am." Over the years, Logan had developed an amazing talent to say phrases like this without any emotion, let alone respect.
Natasha blew out a breath. This was just great. She had a man in her home she had no use for and no idea where he came from. Not only that he seemed to have an attitude problem, which Natasha didn't care for.
He didn't like her attitude any more than she liked his. Which, undoubtedly, he should hide. Unfortunately, he wasn't very good at hiding his dislike for her, and the world in general.
"I don't know." He was going to get killed over this. Fuck's sake, Logan - get your act together. "... ma'am."
*She was going to skin Attis, literally for this.*
Well, don't just stand there gawking, pup. I'm not sure why my cohort did this, but you can be damned sure we're gonna have fun at his expense.
How do you feel about hunting live prey ...with a pack ...pard ...or, whatever. *inspects her nails as her favorite leopards, panthers, and female lioness' begin to make their appearance. And oh yes, they do sense a new beastie in the room. Giving him a wide berth, they looked to both her and then him for their cues.*
Oh, don't worry, he always comes back to life. He'll just be a little put out is all.
*Logan stood at attention, patiently awaiting where this was going. For being sent out as a gift and not knowing what his fate was going to be, he was remarkably calm. His new mistress seemed to know exactly what he was best at. If he could do that and please her at the same time, his life wouldn't be so bad.
Her question went unanswered; wasn't a real question, after all. Whatever she wanted done was an order. What he felt was of no relevance. As all her big cats came out, Logan remained calm as ever. The only sign that he'd noticed them at all was that he popped his claws - fists low, unthreatening; just letting the cats know what he was capable of.*
We're huntin' your... cohort? *He looked at her then, searching for confirmation. It was no surprise that a lot of people thought him dumb. He wasn't. But in cases of life and death, it paid to make sure you had the right person.*
Oh, very nice. *comments on his claws, very pleased*
Yes, yes we are. *answers him, but then speaks to the air itself* Sending me a paid for slave ...he knows I like willing slaves, not bought or coerced ...as if I couldn't ...I'll show him what being a slave really means oh where was I? Yes, we're going to hunt him down and then you are free to go.
((OOC: I don't even know, he's going for it, in an AU sort of way.))
*Satisfied that he's impressed the cats, he sheathes his claws again. Now there's a question that requires some thought.*
... I'm used to it.
*He could probably live with being freed, but what would he do? This is the life he's used to. Can't say he's good at it. Arguments tend to happen. He'll happily follow orders for a while - and then something will make him dig his heels in, be flogged and sold to whatever idiot's willing to take him. Still, it's a living.*
*One of the lioness made to his side, clearly the silent victor in the very subtle bid to hunt by the new beast's side.*
Are you quite certain of that? From what I can see, you could make mince meat out of most men ...oh, I think she likes you. *The lioness pretended not to hear that from her mistress. It wasn't dignified, even if she could use a good neck scratching.*
Either way, it's what I promise. If you choose to stay on afterward, I won't deny you.
*Perhaps it was a lack of ambition, perhaps it was something else. Logan didn't mind serving someone, as long as that someone was worth serving. Wasn't his fault he'd never found anyone worthy...
At the comment about the approaching lioness, Logan looked to the animal, but didn't respond. No pettings - not yet, at least. He was glad enough to tolerate her presence, but he had his position to uphold. Perhaps after. For now, he returned his gaze to his mistress.*
Oh, I will be participating. *Her eyes flash full on black for a split second, showing a hint of sharpened fang she sported for just the occasion.*
A few words to the wise. He can blend in with all manner of wood, flower, and vegetation and if he's three sheets to the wind, the chase may be short, but the fight will be long. He's quite obnoxious when inebriated. *As she speaks, she works on getting a handle on his general locale.*
*Well. Her participating was not something Logan expected, but he can only respect her favoring the hands-on approach. It means a different way of doing this. Less letting go. Letting her get a few hits in. Still, he can live with that.*
It won't be long.
*Her warnings are duly noted, but he can't not speak against her, confident in his abilities. Combined with hers, and the lionesses', what chance could this guy have?*
it's still Rhea char mun. Using Attis journal for a bitwhatmakes_a_manJuly 15 2012, 00:01:41 UTC
*He knew it would rile her. She needed this more than he did. It had been awhile since her last hunt. So, he made himself out to be the ass once again, he mused with a silent snort. He considered arms, but thought better. He knew exactly what he had bought and made sure to know all of the other man's capabilities.*
*A sniff of the surrounding air told him she was onto him. A little whisper to Gaia herself and within seconds, he had the earth rumbling beneath Rhea's feet. Funny that her mother always liked him out of all of Rhea's consorts.*
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And we're a go. *She starts out into the fields and heads closer to the mountains where Attis loved to roam. The favored lioness and her new acquisition she brought to the front with her.*
(ooc feel free to embellish the location or if and when you wish to find him. As I npc Attis, I'm good to go.*
((OOC: Will do! Should I cross any lines, please let me know. I'll be happy to edit.))For a while, Logan stayed right behind Rhea, the favored lioness on the other side of her. This was too good to keep holding back, though, and soon he was next to Rhea, sneaking a little more to the front with every step, though he tried not to actually get ahead of her. This was her party, after all
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Forgive me for not setting something up; I'd like to leave various options open for whoever might be interested in tagging. Any scenario where Logan is the slave works for me. But be warned, he will not behave. He may try hard, or he may not try at all, but in the end, he will most likely misbehave. Have fun trying to teach him better, though!
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"You come with return postage right?" She finally said.
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Changing owners was a pain in the ass, even for that reason alone, but every one of them so far had lost his patience with Logan. On to the next one. She wouldn't be any better. Her first words were enough to convince him of that.
"No, Ma'am." Over the years, Logan had developed an amazing talent to say phrases like this without any emotion, let alone respect.
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"Who sent you then?"
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"I don't know." He was going to get killed over this. Fuck's sake, Logan - get your act together. "... ma'am."
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Well, don't just stand there gawking, pup. I'm not sure why my cohort did this, but you can be damned sure we're gonna have fun at his expense.
How do you feel about hunting live prey ...with a pack ...pard ...or, whatever. *inspects her nails as her favorite leopards, panthers, and female lioness' begin to make their appearance. And oh yes, they do sense a new beastie in the room. Giving him a wide berth, they looked to both her and then him for their cues.*
Oh, don't worry, he always comes back to life. He'll just be a little put out is all.
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Her question went unanswered; wasn't a real question, after all. Whatever she wanted done was an order. What he felt was of no relevance. As all her big cats came out, Logan remained calm as ever. The only sign that he'd noticed them at all was that he popped his claws - fists low, unthreatening; just letting the cats know what he was capable of.*
We're huntin' your... cohort? *He looked at her then, searching for confirmation. It was no surprise that a lot of people thought him dumb. He wasn't. But in cases of life and death, it paid to make sure you had the right person.*
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Yes, yes we are. *answers him, but then speaks to the air itself* Sending me a paid for slave ...he knows I like willing slaves, not bought or coerced ...as if I couldn't ...I'll show him what being a slave really means oh where was I? Yes, we're going to hunt him down and then you are free to go.
...unless you like being a slave?
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*Satisfied that he's impressed the cats, he sheathes his claws again. Now there's a question that requires some thought.*
... I'm used to it.
*He could probably live with being freed, but what would he do? This is the life he's used to. Can't say he's good at it. Arguments tend to happen. He'll happily follow orders for a while - and then something will make him dig his heels in, be flogged and sold to whatever idiot's willing to take him. Still, it's a living.*
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*One of the lioness made to his side, clearly the silent victor in the very subtle bid to hunt by the new beast's side.*
Are you quite certain of that? From what I can see, you could make mince meat out of most men ...oh, I think she likes you. *The lioness pretended not to hear that from her mistress. It wasn't dignified, even if she could use a good neck scratching.*
Either way, it's what I promise. If you choose to stay on afterward, I won't deny you.
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*Perhaps it was a lack of ambition, perhaps it was something else. Logan didn't mind serving someone, as long as that someone was worth serving. Wasn't his fault he'd never found anyone worthy...
At the comment about the approaching lioness, Logan looked to the animal, but didn't respond. No pettings - not yet, at least. He was glad enough to tolerate her presence, but he had his position to uphold. Perhaps after. For now, he returned his gaze to his mistress.*
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A few words to the wise. He can blend in with all manner of wood, flower, and vegetation and if he's three sheets to the wind, the chase may be short, but the fight will be long. He's quite obnoxious when inebriated. *As she speaks, she works on getting a handle on his general locale.*
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It won't be long.
*Her warnings are duly noted, but he can't not speak against her, confident in his abilities. Combined with hers, and the lionesses', what chance could this guy have?*
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*A sniff of the surrounding air told him she was onto him. A little whisper to Gaia herself and within seconds, he had the earth rumbling beneath Rhea's feet. Funny that her mother always liked him out of all of Rhea's consorts.*
...
And we're a go. *She starts out into the fields and heads closer to the mountains where Attis loved to roam. The favored lioness and her new acquisition she brought to the front with her.*
(ooc feel free to embellish the location or if and when you wish to find him. As I npc Attis, I'm good to go.*
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