4bidden Social

Type: Blog
Who: Public
When: Week 11; Wednesday, afternoon

This one is attempting to learn more about these computer devices. Please forgive me. I have never taken the time to acquaint myself with technology, and I am afraid the learning process is a slow one, that it is. However, please accept this attempt to practice. Criticism and advice is very much appreciated.

My name is Himura Kenshin. I am honored to meet all of you, although this is hardly the means I would typically utilize to do so. I see many people use this space to converse or to reveal pictures of themselves. I am unsure of how to do so, so I will resolve to written conversation right now.

I thank all who read this for your time.

[Communication Type] Blog
[When] Week 8, Saturday afternoon
[Security] Open

I don't remember all of the signs of a pregnancy... but I'm pretty sure Warlock will be a father! The baby bunnies will be adorable! And if I can set them free for were chases?

...I feel so happy.

DATE: Week 6. Tuesday. Afternoon.
TYPE: Blog. Open.

So maybe I should have let Derek fuck me a lot sooner then I did because wow I have all of the power. He has let me out of the bedrooms which means I have been able to fully explore the house. Still not allowed off of the house property but really his house is sitting on the edge of the lake. It's great! I almost feel like I'm no longer a slave. The first time in 38 days. Ya, that's right. I'm still counting.

I'm pretty sure I'm making Derek sweat a little because week 2 of the three weeks that we have to decide what to do is coming up on Friday. I still don't know what I'm going to choose. I mean I know what it means to him but it is also my life as well. I'm only seventeen. Isn't it a little early to decide soul mate stuff?



Here have a gif of me sitting in the sun for the first time in weeks.

DATE: Week 5. Sunday. Morning.
TYPE: Blog. Open.

OK, since Derek refuses to even acknowledge that I'm alive or answers my damn questions I'm going to ask everyone else.

Can a human be a Mate to a were? I mean they can't right? Right? It isn't possible. I'm not a were. It just isn't possible right?

But all the damn research that I've done says I am. There is this mark on my hand that looks like it is burnt onto my skin but it doesn't hurt. Anything that I can find that comes close to it calls it a mating mark. Which just isn't possible.

I can't be mated to that asshole. Please tell me it isn't possible.

DATE: Week 4. Wednesday. Afternoon.
TYPE: Blog. Open.

Day twenty five of Hell. ...things are becoming better? Or maybe I'm losing my mind. I think I'm losing my mind.

He Who Must Not Be Named In Public took away my laptop earlier this week because I was apparently poking the bears. I wasn't poking anyone. It isn't my fault that people want to help me escape or eat me. I'm tasty.

But he did give me clothes so no more naked Gifs of me. Well semi naked. All you guys got to see was my collar bones anyways.

So I looked like this when He Who Must Not Be Named In Public took my laptop away. I was completely bored out of my mind.

DATE: Week 3. Wednesday. Evening.
TYPE: Blog. Open.

Still hate this place. Still looking for a way to get the chip out of my neck.

I tried to make a run for it. Tore up a tiger's back really well. That was fun.

티아 ... 나는 그에 대해 어떻게 생각 해야할지 모르겠다. 그는 거의 동일한처럼 날 취급하고 내 장난 중 하나에 반응하지 않습니다. 나는 그것을 좋아하지 않는다. 나는 그를 좋아하지 않는다. 난 여기서 나가야 겠어.

(Translation of the Korean: Kostya... I don't know what to think about him. He almost treats me like an equal and doesn't react to any of my antics. I don't like it. I don't like him. I need to get out of here.)

Notice: 5 small bottles of massage oils have been deposited on the main street in Labal Village (Week 3, Friday afternoon.) They will be hiding in plain sight.

Each bottle has a label as follows:

( Vanilla )
( Jasmine )
( Almond )
( Peppermint )
( Lavendar )

(Feel free to include text convos in this thread, and if your character picked up one of the bottles please use include which one was grabbed in the subject. First come, first serve!)

DATE: Week 2. Tuesday. Noon.
TYPE: Blog. Filtered to slaves.



Hello, I'm Evan. Two weeks ago my name came up in the lottery and I was sold. What makes this particularly bitter is that I was just a month away from my thirtieth birthday, away from absolute freedom. Timing's a bitch, sometimes.

What I'm after, I guess, is advice. Even though I always knew that I could be called up, it was just something that *might* happen. Now that it actually has, I'm having trouble adjusting. I won't carry on about how fair or unfair things are, because that doesn't change the reality of the situation. She legally bought me, I'm hers, that's the end of it. I have no intention of running off, would never raise a hand to her. She's trying to be kind, I understand that. But by the same token she thinks I should be happy to be owned, and her obliviousness to how I feel about it is a little crazy-making.

What is really difficult for me is the change in how people treat me now that I'm a slave. People see my collar and they no longer see me. I've gone from nearly thirty years of being my own person to being...nothing. I'm no longer addressed directly unless it's confrontation about why I'm out without my master, and where are my papers that say I can be on my own. Every decision I make has to be run through her, and she seems to want me around constantly. I'm not chained in the basement, I have some small freedom, but I feel...smothered, like it's hard to breathe.

I've done a lot of hard physical work in the past week trying to wear out the anger regarding the situation, have run countless miles and exercised enough to make a professional body-builder look like a slacker. It doesn't seem to make a difference. I thought I was more adaptable than what I actually am, and that's another disappointment.

So I guess I'm asking--what do you do, or what have you done that has made the adjustment to being a slave easier? Don't give me the speech about how I should rebel against the system because that's not going to happen. We've all seen or heard about what happens to the rabble-rousers and would be freedom-fighters and I'm not interested in that fate.

My Master... Agron. I'm not used to calling him Agron yet. Let me have this blog thing. I'm not entirely sure what it's for. Who even reads them?

It's frightening how quickly I've fallen in love with my weretiger mate. He tells me the marks on our hands means that we are mates. Bound together by Fate. That we're meant to be together. He can't really tell me exactly what it means. All I know is I don't ever want to be apart from him. He told me that he used to be a slave too. I'm very lucky to be with him. Right now, we're living in his Alpha's house. So far, they've all been kind to me.