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Hi I'm new and am wondering if anyone wants to rp. I play both doms and subs so it doesn't matter which one i play. I'm ok with all sorts of things except for scat sorry.

@Blackbutlergurl 's character @Dusutii 's character Noise Prince's Character Breif Plot: Morning sunlight poured from the tall windows, filtered through curtains of a sheer, rich material. Sallo was awake, though he didn't open his eyes, wanting to fall back asleep. He felt very soft material around him, it was so comforting, and unfamiliar. This concerned him, and his eyes fluttered open. The room was unfamiliar to him. It was quite roomy, there seemed to be many fine goods all around. It was all so pretty. It reminded him a bit of Anatan traders who came to his home village… back when he was home. He hadn't been home for a long time, taken away from his home and family when he had the misfortune of being alone when slave traders were on the outskirts of his village, hoping to find someone like him alone. He had been forced across his homelands, and onto a boat, shipped to Anata. He wept the instant he stepped foot on the boat, knowing that he was going to a strange, distant place. Knowing he would be sold as a slave, likely never to return. He was told by the sailors horrible things of what happened to Slunderen- their word for what he and his people were- slaves. They also told him that he was a "boy" and "man", and that Slunderen boys and men were like girls. Sallo was puzzled, and said that they were no Slunderens who were boys or men or girls. They laughed at him, though he didn't understand- but he liked when they laughed, so he would say more things like this. They would laugh more, pat his back, and give him sweet drinks or extra food. One night, though, one of the sailors had a lot to drink, and when Sallo tried to make him laugh, he became angry and hit him. Sallo stopped trying to befriend the sailors, it was frightening. Land wasn't much better, but he didn't cry like he did on the boat. He was quickly shuffled to another person's care, and a few days later, he was under the care of yet another person. Both these people were disinterested in him, and Sallo tried to tell them about his people- things that made the sailors laugh, and both of them sneered at him, telling him the way he spoke was irritating. Sallo knew he didn't speak Anatan like they did, as he struggled for every word and the remnants of the Slunderan languages, of which there were four dialects of, effected the way he spoke. The second man to have him on land was the one that made him miss the sailors. He was cruel and rough, and hurt him and another slave frequently. Sallo was terrified of him. But he was also the one to unite him with a dark-haired man named Naouko. He was the other slave, though he wasn't Slunderen. This man was very kind, and comforted him. He didn't hit him, and he never said he was irritating when he spoke. Naouko let Sallo hold onto him sometimes, too. Sallo feared he relied on Naouko too much, but he didn't seem to mind. Naouko had been a slave for a long time, Sallo learned, this made him sad. He wondered if only the slaves in Anata were kind. The man who transported the two of them finally brought them to were they were to be auctioned. Sallo tried to follow Naouko's lead, who seemed to know what he was doing. But the caretaker came up to behind Naouko… Sallo whimpered at the memory, and shifting the the sheets of the bed he was in sent a pain in his lower regions, and he bit his lip. The gruesome day that resembled the stories the sailors told him… He looked to the side, and saw Naouko sleeping soundly beside him. It was the king of Anata- a title Sallo assumed meant the man was very important, who bought them and took them away from the caretaker. He bought both of them, together. They were brought to this room after that, and Sallo was so exhausted he had fallen asleep almost immediately. The pink boy eased himself a little closer to Naouko, placing his hand gently on his beside him. When they were chained on the platform, they couldn't reach each other to try to help when the caretaker was… Sallo didn't know the word for what he did… and they could only reach out and hold each other's hands, holding tightly as the only comfort they could give one another. Sallo's knuckles were still a little sore. Sallo's eyes began to close again, wondering what was going to happen to them. Sallo barely remembered what happened after the king brought them back to his large stone house. He might have explained somethings to them, but Sallo didn't remember, maybe he didn't pay attention. Regardless, he was a little scared of the man, as he only knew one kind person here so far, and he was asleep besides him. But having just the one friend gave him more confidence.