Fears are put at ease, and a slightly understanding is reached

“Ah before I go, Melith how far away can she get from me before the spell activates.” Levan asks standing in the door way, his stance a little awkward as he is slightly embarrassed he forgot to take such an important question.

“Hmm, oh well the range with fluctuate based on where you need her to be do to your orders but, if no orders are given she’s she should probably stay about half a rooms length close to you at a minimum, however if you tell her her to go some where like the castle wash room to do task the spells range will increase, though even still she can’t go more then a days walk away even if you give her an order to do so, if she reaches the day’s walk limit she will be burned until she returns to you.” Melith explains, meticulous in his overview of how the spells range works.

“Right thank you Melith I’ll leave to your work now.” Levan thanks the mage as he then exits the study with Skara in toe.

Shutting the door to Melith study he goes over in his mind the rules of the spell making sure he doesn’t forget them.
His fangs grow with annoyance as he mulls over how the whole thing works as he does though. Damn the order really thought of everything with this spell. Even if they were threatened into sending slaves away the maximum trigger limit of a day’s walk was undoubtedly a way to keep them from actually leaving their masters fully. The annoyance then immediately leaves his mind as he turns around to see Ruby, Fillies Uten, and Bella all standing by the door.

They all except, Uten turning their eyes away from from Levan’s all of them seemingly taken a sudden interests in the architecture of the walls and, ceiling of the throne room. Obviously they have been standing outside with their ears to the door. Something Levan knows they are NOT supposed to be doing.

Skara is has a look of amazement as she peaks out from behind Levan to look at the companions. She has seen many people in her time at here old brothel yet, never has she seen people like this. They’re so beautiful, and attractive. Their clothes are so unique, and exotic Skara couldn’t help but be jealous of the outfits they are wearing. Her eyes sparkle with a sense of wonder as she secretly hopes that perhaps Levan, her new master, intends to give her new clothes like the that look like. However just as quick as that sparkle of wonder came it faded away. Skara’s years of conditioning as a **** set upon her mind. She is a **** she doesn’t get to want things, she tells herself. A dejected look on her face, she casts her eyes downward. In her mind she recounts her teachings that she learned as a ****. Desires aren’t for slaves, you should only care what your master wants. She repeats the mantra over, and over till that desire fades, that brief spark of personhood sniffed out by years habituation.

“Tell me now, how long were you all listening in?” The count asks, folding his arms at the guilty faces of three of the companions.

“What listening in how dare you count we would never-ow-ow-ow.” Bella smugness is cut off as Levan tugs on one of his ears like he’s a naughty child.

“Oh I dare, you all should know you shouldn’t involve yourself in business I didn’t give you permission to involve yourself in, I think that all of deserve a personal punishment from me later tonight night.”

Bella, Ruby, and Fillies all give a audible groan, and the three of them all at once start making excuses why the this was most certainly not their fault.

“Awww come Leavy I didn’t every really hear anything.” Bella chirps sweetly trying to charm his way out of his punishment.

“Yeah it wasn’t even my fault anyways those two influenced me!” Fillies says shifting the blame on to her comptriates.

“I um, can’t take a punishment tonight, I have something to do, besides it was all Bella’s idea.” Ruby pointing at the blonde boy elf.

“What no, it was it was your idea Ruby, you only you could have come up with such a hair brained scheme, you being drunk on wine like you always are.” Bella snorts sticking out his tongue at Ruby.

“As if I would come up with something so juvenile sounding, if anything this was conceived by Fillies.” Ruby shoots back.

“No way you old hag, I’m a good girl!” Fillies says throwing one of her mystical balls at Ruby’s face.

“Hah you good that’s a laugh,Your the biggest brat out of all of us combined!” Bella puffs our his chest, getting right in Fillies face.

Levan flashes his fangs as his annoyance at this immature display finally boils over.

“ENOUGH, enough of this childishnesses! I know each of have enough brains to know you have done wrong here! All of you know, you should know better then to poke your noses into business I haven’t involved you in! This sect relies on its secrets, and its ability for discretion, yet it seems you have forgotten this, so I will FIRMLY beat it into you as it seems I need to do understand!?!?” Levan’s barks with all the fury of father scorned by disobedient children.

The three then fall silent. There’s a lot of neck and, shoulder rubbing from each of them. Their unruliness, and objections now replaced, with obedience, and looks of shame. This shouting as well causes Skara to jump in surprises though she then quickly steels herself making sure to stay by her master’s side despite the furious aura around him.

Levan then turns his gaze solely on Uten.

“...You as well Uten, you aren’t exempt from this, this isn’t for some sort of game this time, you don’t get to opt out.” Levan says in a clear, commanding tone that leaves no room for argument.

While Uten’s face doesn’t change in response to this, Levan can tell she’s not pleased. Her wings flap with annoyance, her body tenses, and she’s grips the crop in her hands with such **** the wood creeks, threatening to snap between her fingers. Still even with the displeasured **** glare she is giving the count Levan doesn’t back down. Glaring just as intensely right back at Uten. He wavers for not a second, his eyes silently saying he will not be questioned on this matter for a second.

With no sign of any weakness from the count she backs down. With small nod she bows her head, and keeps her eyes cast downward. Silently signaling her submission to the Counts judgment.

“Good glad we sorted that out.” Levan says his demeanor tempered, as each of the companions finally, yet reluctantly accepted his sentence.

“Now then I’ll have you summoned to my quarters when it’s time for all of yours punishment, until then I have more important matters to attend to.” Levan speaks plainly.

He then turns around to Skara, and gently puts a hand on her shoulder, which makes her stiffen up afraid Levan’s anger is going to be turned into her. Levan’ spots this, and quickly removes his hand, taking a step back to give their girl some space.

“It’s okay, it’s okay my dear don’t be frightened I... simply wish to apologize for yelling like that in front of you, I didn’t scare you did I?” Levan apologize, still trying his best to coax out some form of trust from Skara.

“Scared me a little too, where’s my apologize.” Fillies grumbles under her breath, her words dripping with bitterness and sarcasm.

“Congratulations, that comment just earned you some extra bit of punishment Fillies, care to try and spring for some more, or are you going be smart be silent now?” Levan turns, narrowing his eyes at the ebony girl, as he dares her to continue with the off hand comments.

The Fillies face goes red with anger, yet she holds it in not wishing to receive ever more of punishment then she’s already getting. Stomping her foot on the ground she turns away, and walks away in huff as she exits the throne room in frustration. The count watches Fillies leave, before then returning his red crimson eyes back on to Skara. Who still has not dropped her guard around him.

“I’m sorry if I did scare you, come on now let’s get you cleaned up.” Levan says, those eyes of his sparkling with kindness as he extends a hand outward to Skara.

Skara takes his hand, the excepted obedience of a **** complying her to do so. Skara shivers as she takes her masters hand, his body is cold to the touch unlike a normal humans. Her new master being a vampire unnerves the young half-orc. She knows little about the blood sucking creatures of the night, the time at the brothel didn’t see her well educated in anything more then sex. Yet what she did know was that they were considered evil abominations that feast on the blood of the living. Dark creatures that would use any means to feed their addictions to the life blood of others.

“Okay let’s be off.” Levan’s says to Skara with cheery smile as he begins to walk along while holding her hand.

Looking at the fangs in his mouth as he flashes smile Skara almost faints on the spot. It takes all of strength to just keep herself together as the count starts walking along with her in tow. Then Remembering how he talked about cleaning her, Skara mind starts to race. He’s going to prepare her like a meal, washed, seasoned, then drank dry! Skara feels herself growing faint again, and in a moment of weakness forgets her etiquette as ****, and rips her hand away from his.

“M-master please don’t eat me!!” The half-orc begs, trembling as she hugs her arms around herself.

She wants to run away. She doesn’t though her fear still not enough for such an outright rebellion against her master.

Levan looks confused.

“I don’t have any plans to eat you Skara, I apologize if I somehow gave you that impression.” The count speaks in apologetic almost saddened tone.

Has he done something wrong, misstepped some how to make this poor girl think he was going to eat her?

“I-I mean d-don’t drink my blood, your a vampire right m-master?” Skara winces, excepting she’s going receive a punishment for speaking out of term like this.

“Skara I have no plans to drink your blood, nor do you have to call me master, despite the spell I don’t see you as my ****.”

Levan strokes a hand on the side of the girls cheek, again Skara looks confused.

“Not a ****-but does that mean your going to throw me away? No NO! I am your **** please master! I’ll do anything you want I promise you can drink my blood, you don’t have to throw me away!!!” Skara insists, looking as if she’s about to cry.

“Throw you away? My dear you are not trash to be discard you are your own person surely you must know that.”

Levan stiffens, has this girl really been so thoroughly beaten down that she views her self as nothing without a master?

Skara really is starting to cry now, she rubs her eyes as tears start to stream down her cheeks.

“I-I am sobon a **** master it’s all I am! sob Please I’ll die on my own master, sob with no one to guide me, no one to care, for me please master!” Skara continues to cry, clinging on to Levan’s coat she, ironical her now being afraid of HIM running away.

Levan feels rage boiling in his chest. She really does feel like she’s nothing with out a slaver owner! That disgusting former master of her’s... if he had the means of finding him Levan would go to the man right now, and rip him in half!!

“Shhhh shhhh okay, okay, it’s okay my dear listen I’m not getting rid of you alright?” Levan says wiping the tears form Skara’s face with a handkerchief from his pocket.

“You’re-your’er sniff not?” Skara says looking up a Levan with big soulful eyes, as she finally starts to calm down.

“No my dear I will take care of you, but just know I don’t think of you as my property, while you may have to obey my orders due to this spell that binds us I will try to give you as much freedom as possible. Please if not for yourself but for me try to become more independent.” Levan says placing his hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“More independent?” Skara seems to mull over the words in her mind, seemingly having a hard time grasping the concept.

“Yes if not for yourself, for me you can do that for me right?” Levan asks.

“Y-yes of course master I can do anything for you!” Skara says, her fists clenching with spirited determination.

Levan smiles it seems there still is person inside the girl after all. Still he’ll need to be gentle in coaxing it out. The transition from that **** mentality, to her own person doesn’t seem to be something he can rush. In fact it seems he might even have to play a bit of the role of a **** master, as much as he despised the whole notion...

“Okay then as your first task as mine I order you to follow me to wash room, you are filthy with dirt.” Levan smiles trying to keep the mood light even he takes on the role as a **** master.

“Yes master, right away master!” Skara says bowing, seemingly a lot more cheerful now that she knows she has a master to follow.

Even if he is a bit scary looking...