Thread: Princess & Alchemist of the Bang (Fancy_Sakura)

Clarisse had heard the countdown, signaling the start of the violent brawl amongst the men. As she expected, he had to have known that they would spontaneously burst out into a violent rage, and he did not look the least bit ashamed of his actions. It was hard for her not to take a couple peeks over at the men, but she would quickly turn away within seconds of her looking. With him holding her close to his body like this, she would turn to bury her head in his chest. He had a very interesting scent to him. It's not like she was trying to pick up on it, but with her heightened senses, it was hard to ignore. It was an odd mix of the material of his shirt, materials in the vials, and a hint of sweat. It wasn't surprising considering he probably traveled a lot. If he had nabbed something as rare as Nymph Tears, he much have had a lot of connections. She noticed that he was checking out the collar, mainly the crystal embedded in the center of it. Before she could ask what he was trying to do, she noticed the faint glow of the crystal, taking her attention of from the feuding men for the moment. What is...ah! It started off as a warm tingle washing over her, followed by a sudden rush of pleasure that rocked her entire body. Fu...fuun... She tried to restrain any sort of sounds as her body shivered with delight for only a couple seconds, and a faint tingle still lingered. W-what was that supposed to be? she muttered, finding it hard to hide the blush that spread over her face. What was the significance of the crystal anyway? Of course she wasn't able to see it when the man wrapped it around her neck, but if this was how it was for all slaves, there had to be a reason. The first thought was something that bugged her, where she thought about how most female slaves would turn out to be pleasure slaves. The thought made her tail stand out. The Tears are mine! Hand them over! Damn you! Things were really getting out of hand with those men. The man's little description on their greed was intriguing. She personally did not know enough humans to make her own judgement, but she knew better than to label all humans like that just with the example of these men. In a sense, we are all alike. There is no perfect being. she said. Time had passed, and one by one the men fell to the ground in a bloody mess. The scent was very present in the air, and the mixed aromas stung at Clarisse's nose. She could not believe how nonchalant this man was acting with these men fighting to the death. And on top of it, he had tricked them! That was not a vial of genuine Nymphs Tears. She had the feeling there was something different about him, aside from being an elf. Of course, she didn't know about his thoughts on how anyone would want a slaver to live longer. If she knew what he was thinking on that, it would strike her as odd, especially because he a slaver himself, wasn't he? She looked on to see the last of the men reaching for the vial. A silent gasp left her lips as she heard the dagger fly through the air into his chest, hearing the last of his words. Somehow, this man had successfully killed off this group without carrying out the deed himself. Then again, he had technically taken the life of the last man. As Clarisse was released, she watched him walk over to casually pick up the vial and tuck it away in his shirt. In that moment she had the desire to just run off suddenly, but for some reason, she could not bring herself to do it. Maybe it was out of fear of what he might do to her if she tried. She didn't know yet about the 'leash' of her collar. She watched him come back to her with that smile of his, which made her feel a little uneasy. And his little nickname for her would not pass without some words from her. After all, she was not used to being called anything aside from her name. I am not Ms. Kitten. I have a name you know. It was risky giving her name to him. She could easily try to fake it, but she had a feeling she couldn't hide anything from him. My name is Clarisse... As he pulled out the seal of the Slavers Guild, she listened to what he had to say. She was shocked, to say the least. He had killed the previous owner of the seal?! At the end of his little confession, she noticed the seal had gone out, right on cue. She wasn't aware that they could control that from afar. His calm demeanor worried her, and she had the feeling that things would not be easy for her if she was with him. Not surprisingly, her hunch was right, and her series of misfortune would continue for a little while longer. After he had tossed aside the seal, Clarisse's ears perked up a little. She could hear something approaching them, but it was not just one thing. It was a large group...there were horses. She did not like where this was going at all. Her first thought was that soldier from her kingdom had finally caught up to her, and things would get ugly now that she had a Master. Things would get really complicated if that were to happen. She turned to see that the group was actually coming from the nearby town. Perhaps they had noticed the battle between the slavers. She would think that it was a good ting, as slavers were normally hated in the towns. But for some reason, her Master had other plans. What? W-wah?! She felt her body being tossed up over his shoulder, and with her leaning over his back she could see the group approaching. You're not serious are you?! We can't possibly outrun them! With the group stopping nearby, the standoff would begin. They must have been talking about this man, and if that was the case...he was a criminal?! And not just any offender. He had racked up quite a number of offenses in the short time he was in the area. She couldn't see him pull out the vials, but she could tell he had no desire to give in to either option. That worried her very much. It felt like her heart stopped for a moment as soon as he yelled 'RUN AWAY!' She saw the three vials being tossed towards the group, and with that, he was off. She was not the least bit comfortable with his shoulder bumping into her stomach as he ran. She had to push herself up a little to ease the pain. Her eyes widened in shock as the vials exploded in fiery bursts, engulfing many of the men and some of the horses. She would have thought the ones who got out fine would catch up, but to her surprise, he was able to pick up speed, running far quicker than any horse. She would know from the few times she had ridden a horse. There was that one unfortunate incident where she lost control of the horse and it went off with her panicking all the way. Upon arriving in the forest, he had started to slow down, eventually stopping and allowing Clarisse to stand on her own feet. Though as soon as her feet touched the ground, she felt her legs tremble and she fell down to her knees. Her heart was still beating a mile a minute, and she thought it might burst out of her chest. He didn't seem to be the least bit exhausted from that run, though she was. W-what...w-what are you thinking?! she suddenly cried out.