Horses and the handling thereof are nothing new to Set. Equestrian husbandry has been a skill he has practiced for years. As a boy he had helped tend to the ornery donkeys of his village and picked up the basics of riding along the way. Horses had been much rarer beasts so far away from the capitol. He was a teenager before he ever saw one up close. It had taken much negotiating with the horse's owner before he was allowed to learn the ropes of caring for and riding it. A summer's worth of hard work and dedication paid off in the long term. The lessons he had learned then had served him well as an adult; horses were the most common means of rapid transport to and from the palace while he did his duty as part of the Pharaoh's sacred court.
Of course, hell horses are much different from the beasts back home. He is still not convinced that the beast he has been paired with even is a horse. But he has made headway in gaining its trust. At present he is simply lingering near the front of its stall just out of its reach. Occasionally he tosses a chunk of meat into its feed bucket, letting it build the association between tolerating his quiet presence with a reward.
"It's not a good sign when they put their ears back like that," he comments offhandedly to the person standing at the stall next door. "Normal horses cause enough pain as it is with their bites. I don't want to think about what sort of damage these things can inflict doing the same."
[A Slave For You] [CW: Aphrodisiacs, fantasy slavery, dubcon, altered state of mind, lowered inhibitions, optional transformations]
Not all those brought onto the stage are available for immediate bidding. Some of them are display pieces meant to excite and entice the crowd between auctions, when the room needs time to cool down. They will be sold eventually when the asking price outweighs their entertainment value. Until then they enjoy an almost pampered captivity - for a given value of 'enjoy'. The drugs supplied by the succubi ensure that they remain quiet and complacent in the interim.
The stage lights dim to a spotlight as one such prize is led to the middle. It is not the first time he has been there. His appearance changes with each showing, courtesy of short term transformation elixirs. Sometimes he sports the furred ears and tail of a jackal; sometimes it is the wings and scales of a dragon. Sometimes he is allowed to remain himself. The only constant is the gilded muzzle encasing the lower half of his face. Drugs might keep him docile for a time but once they wear off he has a habit of trying to bite and resist his captors.
With a soft clink the golden leash is removed and his demon handler disappears as music builds. Something slow and sultry that perfectly matches his movements as he begins to dance. A warrior in his homeland Set moves with grace and purpose, each motion a show of controlled strength, seductive and predatory in equal measure. This time, however, the auctioneer's voice weaves its way through the music. Set's time as a display piece has come to an end.
Who will be taking him home this time?
[Wildcard]
Cooking by the Book
So it has come to this. It is well past midnight and here he is in one of the kitchens, covered in flour and surrounded by a small mountain of ingredients and bowls. The last couple of months have taken their toll on his sleeping habit. The last half year, if he is being honest, but he chooses not to dwell on that. Tonight, instead of tossing and turning and potentially disturbing his suitemates with his restlessness, he had taken to roaming the halls of the hotel. Eventually his wandering had brought him here, and one of the more sympathetic demons had given him free rein so long as he promised to clean up and not waste supplies. Worst things have happened in the kitchens, surely.
Neatly he cracks an egg into a measuring cup, eyeing it to ensure that there is nothing odd about its contents. He has already had to toss out one batter due to grabbing a rotten egg and will not make the same mistake twice. As he stirs it into the mix he tries not to think overly much about what he is doing. Baking is something that he picked up during his stint in Hellburbia. Just the thought of anything relating to his time under Barbas' control leaves him feeling cold and angry all over again.
"Hope the bastard rots for the rest of eternity," he mutters under his breath as he works at integrating the wet and dry ingredients.
At least his bout of insomnia will be useful tonight. Assuming the cake does not burn in the oven. The cookies already in there are starting to smell quite lovely though. Anyone walking past the door will undoubtedly catch a whiff of fresh desserts.
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Set | Yu-Gi-Oh! | OTA
Horses and the handling thereof are nothing new to Set. Equestrian husbandry has been a skill he has practiced for years. As a boy he had helped tend to the ornery donkeys of his village and picked up the basics of riding along the way. Horses had been much rarer beasts so far away from the capitol. He was a teenager before he ever saw one up close. It had taken much negotiating with the horse's owner before he was allowed to learn the ropes of caring for and riding it. A summer's worth of hard work and dedication paid off in the long term. The lessons he had learned then had served him well as an adult; horses were the most common means of rapid transport to and from the palace while he did his duty as part of the Pharaoh's sacred court.
Of course, hell horses are much different from the beasts back home. He is still not convinced that the beast he has been paired with even is a horse. But he has made headway in gaining its trust. At present he is simply lingering near the front of its stall just out of its reach. Occasionally he tosses a chunk of meat into its feed bucket, letting it build the association between tolerating his quiet presence with a reward.
"It's not a good sign when they put their ears back like that," he comments offhandedly to the person standing at the stall next door. "Normal horses cause enough pain as it is with their bites. I don't want to think about what sort of damage these things can inflict doing the same."
[A Slave For You]
[CW: Aphrodisiacs, fantasy slavery, dubcon, altered state of mind, lowered inhibitions, optional transformations]
Not all those brought onto the stage are available for immediate bidding. Some of them are display pieces meant to excite and entice the crowd between auctions, when the room needs time to cool down. They will be sold eventually when the asking price outweighs their entertainment value. Until then they enjoy an almost pampered captivity - for a given value of 'enjoy'. The drugs supplied by the succubi ensure that they remain quiet and complacent in the interim.
The stage lights dim to a spotlight as one such prize is led to the middle. It is not the first time he has been there. His appearance changes with each showing, courtesy of short term transformation elixirs. Sometimes he sports the furred ears and tail of a jackal; sometimes it is the wings and scales of a dragon. Sometimes he is allowed to remain himself. The only constant is the gilded muzzle encasing the lower half of his face. Drugs might keep him docile for a time but once they wear off he has a habit of trying to bite and resist his captors.
With a soft clink the golden leash is removed and his demon handler disappears as music builds. Something slow and sultry that perfectly matches his movements as he begins to dance. A warrior in his homeland Set moves with grace and purpose, each motion a show of controlled strength, seductive and predatory in equal measure. This time, however, the auctioneer's voice weaves its way through the music. Set's time as a display piece has come to an end.
Who will be taking him home this time?
[Wildcard]
Cooking by the Book
So it has come to this. It is well past midnight and here he is in one of the kitchens, covered in flour and surrounded by a small mountain of ingredients and bowls. The last couple of months have taken their toll on his sleeping habit. The last half year, if he is being honest, but he chooses not to dwell on that. Tonight, instead of tossing and turning and potentially disturbing his suitemates with his restlessness, he had taken to roaming the halls of the hotel. Eventually his wandering had brought him here, and one of the more sympathetic demons had given him free rein so long as he promised to clean up and not waste supplies. Worst things have happened in the kitchens, surely.
Neatly he cracks an egg into a measuring cup, eyeing it to ensure that there is nothing odd about its contents. He has already had to toss out one batter due to grabbing a rotten egg and will not make the same mistake twice. As he stirs it into the mix he tries not to think overly much about what he is doing. Baking is something that he picked up during his stint in Hellburbia. Just the thought of anything relating to his time under Barbas' control leaves him feeling cold and angry all over again.
"Hope the bastard rots for the rest of eternity," he mutters under his breath as he works at integrating the wet and dry ingredients.
At least his bout of insomnia will be useful tonight. Assuming the cake does not burn in the oven. The cookies already in there are starting to smell quite lovely though. Anyone walking past the door will undoubtedly catch a whiff of fresh desserts.
[Interested in anything else? Feel free to drop me a line to chat about it!]