Plaything (Malomyotismon x AveDominusNox)

[AveDominusNox]

When the club started to whine down- that was when he realized he had chosen the wrong location. Plenty of the girls here were willing to go home with him; however all of them had come with others. People who would see him leave with the girl and point a finger at him if they disappeared. This had been his worst idea yet.

He was Miller Lark, a slender, twenty-three year old writer with odd past times. His hair was a dark onyx, shaggy and a little unkempt, while his eyes were a striking emerald hue. Tonight he was wearing dark grey cargo and a orange hoody. It was all apart of his plan to stand out, though now weather or not he did seemed mute. Depressed, he turned his attention back to his drink at the bar, the only one he had ordered the entire night.

 

[Ahri the Kumiho]

Sarah Wilcox was behind the bar, her owner hitting her for just being born as he repeated 'i wish i could sell you! You piece of dog shit!' Sarah was a gorgeous neko. Her eyes were deep blue and her hair was bright golden. She was pale skinned, and stood a bit short at about 5'3, and she was also really skinny due to her master never feeding her.

Sarah was really hurt. She had cuts everywhere, along with bruises and a broken nose. Then, her master started to punch her, and the meows of pain came out of the room. She wanted anyone to take her away from that psycho.

 

[AveDominusNox]

Lark was leaving when he heard the cries of pain. His first instinct was to ignore the noises. Everyone had their own problem, and it was up to everyone to deal with those themselves. Yet as tried to ignore it he could also hear the angry screams. He could typically ignore a little drama, but he, like most people, was curious to a fault. Whatever was happening wasn't his business but that thought didn't stop him.

He followed the noise. It took him straight to a room (he was surprised he could hear here from the club) with grisly abuse against a perfect little neko. Listening into the owners insults and screams, Miller had to hide a smirk. Quietly he entered the room and coughed into his hand. "Pet problems?"

 

[Ahri the Kumiho]

Sarah winced in as her master punched her again, but she was glad that someone had entered room, so she clung into his arms and cried, hugging him tightly and shivering in fear. "PLEASE! TAKE ME OUT OF HERE! PLEASE! I BEG YOU!" she cried, she was really scared. Her master looked at him and chuckled. "5 Grands and she's yours," he said with a grin. 5.000$ was surely a lot of money, but Sarah was worth it.