Entering through the gates of heaven or hell [Open

[Zalin]

Zalin was slowly finding himself drawn into towards some gates without realizing consciously at least. His clothing was his usual attire and he had his usual array of cuts and bruises marring his ever so lightly tanned skin. He reached out with his hands to wrap his elegant fingers about the bars of the gates looking through it.

It reminded him of his old harem home. He needed to know more about this place that's all he knew. His mismatched eyes seemed to scan the area as if trying to decipher something or as if searching for something. A slight frown marred the otherwise smooth skin on his face as he continued his leisurely scan.

Then it was as if something had compelled him or he'd decided that it was time to enter this place. He slowly pushed the gates open hearing them creak slightly as he did. Slowly he walked through the gates and took in his surroundings calm and quietly, the slight breeze just catching the near on transparent gauze material he currently had tied with a simple knot about his waist acting as a skirt.

He jumped faintly as the gates closed behind him once he was all the way through but he was in all honesty too intent on looking about to truly jump. Again it seemt almost as if he was searching for something in his quiet manner. He mentally picked up someone approaching but he gave no outwards indication of that, he wished to know how they'd handle or how they'd react first after all.

He had his morals. Somewhat. He wouldn't submit without being forced to submit. Quite willing to fight back despite his submissive preferences. He had to know they weren't afraid to use near on any means to force that submission out of him. The pain was always oh so enjoyable after all. A hand reached up to run over the jewels about his neck remembering as he did every time he made that gesture the pride of being the most highly acclaimed member of the harem, the most treasured one.

[Marie Del Cour']

Now one would ask why a maid would be wandering the grounds,in fact there was really no reason.She was just out for a leisurely stroll,but then again keeping her eyes on the front gate for anyone who might enter inside.And to her amazement,she did spot someone outside the gate her eyes watched curiously when this stranger entered.She put a hand on her hip,she wore a skimpy maid's outfit with everything to match and her hair was short brown.

"Oh my my,a new person has entered our happy little sanctuary".

Her lips curled into a smile,watching him enter and the bigs gates close behind him.Yet another person trapped in this place,under the curse and cannot leave.She for one would never want to leave,and if you could not find her here she can always be found at the Kerrington House.How you ask,well that is her little secret that only a select few know about.

She decided to go over and greet this stranger,her heels clicking on the paved driveway.When she reached the person,and now getting a closer look she was abit startled.All those bruises and cuts he had,clearly this man had been through something in his life.

"Bonjour and welcome mousier,I am Marie".

[Zalin]

Zalin glanced to the person infront of him taking in the skimpy maids outfit and the brown hair. He wasn't overly affected by the costume though. He gave a smooth bow not doing the proper drop down to his knees as he'd been taught though.

"Aah, Bonjour Marie, it is a great honour to meet you," he responded, that though was just a formal politeness that had been near on perfectly bred into him... more like beaten into him. Ah he remembered those enjoyable sessions with so much fondness.

"My name.... the name my former owner gave me before he departed this world to the great home waiting in the guy for those oh so powerful conquerers and owners, is Zalin," he purred the name out, unconciously adding the sensuality that he'd been trained to use.

[Marie Del Cour']

"Zalin what a handsome name,for such a interesting man".

He was so proper and his manners we're quite exquisite,something she would expect from a man such as he.For Marie could tell from his scars and bruises,he had come from some sort of place where the master or mistress before used pain to get they're point across.If she had chosen to be a mistress,her weapon of choice would be the whip.The sound of it and how it cut into the skin with every blow,had been something she wanted to try on someone or have done upon her.

"This is ze Haruka Mansion,some might say it is dark for a powerful curse resides over this place".

Marie had hoped she didn't scare him,or make him want to turn and run.She herself had seen slaves who escaped such terrible masters and run for that gate,only to be turned to dust in a second and they're lives ended.She turned her head and looked back to the mansion,before starting to walk back the way she had come from but called over her shoulder.

"It is up to you mousier,do you wish to enter.......".

[Zalin]

Zalin barely flinched at the words for he had no fear of the darkness or the pain. "As long as I get pain I have no desire to leave," he commented softly stretching out easily. "Fire, candle, whip, knife... I've had them all. You somewhat learn to enjoy," he purred softly. Even the mention of pain was something that made him happy.

Though feeling it was even better in his books. But that was a rarity among most people. He slowly walked just one step behind her."I am curious enough to wish to enter though," he added on giving a slight bow once more. "Pray tell me, is there any easy way to tell a master from a slave. I was part of a harem, used to one master who oft sold me out to others for my company," he explained.

It'd probably explain the name and mannerisms as well as the politeness never fully taking eye contact. That was something else he'd learnt very quickly. It was more a case of his eyes would dart for a brief second and then return to the ground. Mainly as he had no knowledge of her rank.