Thread: Turmoil of Hopes ( Nighthaven x Sweetemmi )

Once upon a time.. So the old man would start, a weathered figure of elderly age, clothed in naught but a loincloth, and carrying only a wooden rod through which he see's. He was blind, his eyes nearly as white as his hair. He was sitting there, stocking the fire he started to protect from the surrounding cold and the snow. An alien sight to behold, as many would think him frozen to death by now, and yet, he was sitting there, talking to no one in particular. .. That is, how Fairy tales start their retelling, don't they ? he went on, carving a circle into ground between himself and the fire with the use of his wooden rod. Let me tell you though, this isn't a fairy tale, for even if the creatures within are of Mythical, Mysterious sources, it is not they whom rule. For Human, you see, they are crafty, they have forged a world, where beings of power have been real, and have been toppled, chased, and all but extinct in some cases, for, the fear of the strange and different so often drove the human mind. And in a world where the impossible is real, they turn not on one another, but those that are to strange to even be considered human. And for a moment, it would seem that there was movement in his eyes, like a swirl of flame, a blue glimmer, though surely that was just a trick of the mind, a reflection of the flames, for, these things, Magic, and fairy tales, they where not true in this world. ----- The item ?! The stern voice of Ixchel Demanded, commanded to know, ushered from the, by appeal, middle aged man that sat behind the black office table. A well respected and partially feared man of whom little was known. Founder of the first Sanctuaries for creatures to strange an dangerous for Humans to accept. He himself was human, or least appeared to be, to many tongues had claimed his presence as unnatural and dangerous, few had ever considered to remove or oppose him in a direct manner. In part perhaps that was due to the work her did, in a way, gathering creatures from all corners of the world where humans had nothing to fear from them, and in fact, benefit from them. The Sanctuary not only serving as save haven for all walks of creatures tired of the hunt, but bluntly a Brothel, or zoo as some called it, for humans to relish and abuse the creatures they hated and longed for. It was a sad truth in this world that, anything Human's could not accept, was destroyed with brutal efficiency, and though many had means of staying unseen and secluded, Human's Ingeniously found ways over and over again to dwindle their numbers, murdering them wherever they could come across them. Worse though, as they where not considered equal, in part even a danger, many sought these creatures out, only to enslave them, and more then once a young Kitzune, A sylph, or whatever they could find, was dragged before Men of wealth to not murder their body, but the creatures minds in their bed, until it was only a pleasing shell of their Mysterious past. That which was strange, was not only dangerous, it held otherworldly beauty that many desired, and there was a booming market out there for creatures that had no one to protect them or their rights and freedoms. That very Market was the reason though that the Sanctuary could actually protect it's inhabitants, because only the wealthy could truly effort to purchase these pleasures, and the small folks where left to fantasize about the terrors they could cast upon a lovely creature in their bed's, and the wonders they could experience with their bodies. So, renting out the Sanctuaries inhabitants to Any who could effort a whore, was a means of a stalemate that was widely accepted, even welcomed within the Human community, so much, that more often then not a branch of the Sanctuary Brothels was located within a city, rather then being cast outside the borders of Human Civilization. Well ?! Ixchel repeated with obvious impatience, finally being handed a Silver chain with a pendant, silver as well, that held in it's core a blue gem that appeared to move as though it was a swirling mist, a magical stone of sorts. Payment ? the shadowy figure that handed the jewelry over to the Brothels owner asked. It be delivered as usual. Now leave me ! Ixchel near snarled at the other man, whom swiftly bowed ever so slightly before he left Ixchel's office. Finally then. It was about time I found one of your kin. he exclaims, rising from his chair to bluntly throw the item onto the carpet that adorned the floor before his table, as though it had no value at all. But then he'd pull a small hidden leaver below his table, causing the blood red carpet below the pendant to glow with a faint light, a simple sign invented by humans capable of basic magic to break seals that where caused by the same source of energy, permitting the new owner of Pendant to unseal the inhabitant of the blue gem, which then, by the rules that ensnared the captive, had to obey the caller until released. Release though was the least thing on Ixchels mind, this wasn't a business of charity he was running, and in fact, if what he learned was true, this creature would be an eternal source of income for his establishment.