Is it ok if this is dated forward to October 1st?

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More exploring was in order for the young woman. She wanted to collect some more thread and possible things to sew with if possible. Once again she had no thought about whether or not her friends would be concerned where she had gone. Tawny never thought about those things, still slightly uncertain about their caring. Why would they be concerned about her…when her own mother and father never cared? It was something she refused to think about anymore, not wanting to make herself sad.

With her backpack strapped to her shoulders and partially full of dried meat, she left her home. Walking through the dark, early morning frost had her shivering in no time, but before long the sun was rising. By that time she was out of the pack lands and nearing the outskirts of a small area that smelled like the towns in Ichika. There was always stuff to be found in those places, the previous inhabitants had so much junk stuffed in their homes! Smiling happily, the girl scampered through the forest to find only three buildings.

What was once a gas station, an automobile repair shop, and a falling down restaurant sat there in the early morning light, looking like a rotted mess. Walking closer, she peeked into the auto shop and looked around, rubbing her fingers over the different materials. A few of the smaller tools and such were dropped in her back pack, along with all of the washers and bolts she could find. Thankfully the tiny metal pieces were so light, because when she walked out of the auto shop her backpack was already starting to bulge with the amount of things it carried.


Next up on her raiding list was the gas station. She eyed the gas pumps nervously, walking around them in a wide circle, not sure what the hell they were. Once inside, she took a deep breath and cocked her head to the side in confusion. The scents from both Ichika and the neighboring pack were coating the place. Perhaps her friends had already come through here for supplies. Shrugging, she got down to business, rooting through this and that, searching for anything that would catch her eye.

This is going to be hard...she is so sweet and innocent...

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There was so much to take in, so much to find and collect. Already her small backpack was bulging, and it was starting to get a bit heavy on her slim shoulders. The smalls of the pack members who had been there before kept flowing through her nose, blocking the scents of everything else. She never smelled the cans of clear oil until her hands grasped one and she popped the lid open. One little whiff of the strong scent and she started sneezing, shaking her head and closing the top tightly again. Every bottle she could find was slipped back into the pack. After another few minutes of looking around, she slipped the bag off and settled it onto the ground in the corner before going back to looking.

The sound of a strong, masculine voice in the shop had her jumping with a soft gasp, one hand pressed to her chest. Before she was able to turn around on her own, a set of large hands grabbed her shoulders and slid her to face the male. He was standing very close, close enough that the soft swell of her growing feminine chest brushed against his black fur. She tilted her head back and looked up at him, dark blue eyes wide and curious as to what he wanted and why he was there. The girl’s time with Saul, Jace and Razekiel had really been helping her with trust issues and she no longer just expected every person to hurt her. Her obvious lack of knowledge was also something that helped her trust others, she was too ignorant about certain things to know any better.

When Fang pushed her back against the wall she didn’t make any moves to fight him, because she wasn’t sure what was going on. There was no real reason in her eyes to feel super threatened yet, so she just smiled a little and tilted her head to the side, still watching him closely. ”I’m Tawny!” Her mouth parted again with a wider smile, showing her sweet friendliness and trust in him. ”W-what you doing here? I’m looking f-for pretty things…do you like pretty things?” Her arms lifted a little and she stroked her fingers through the thick black fur covering his chest while looking into his eyes. The man was huge, towering over her little body and creating a sort of cage with his arms. The dark color looked good with her own, midnight and chocolate brushing together, it was really pretty in her eyes.

I almost started crying while writing this. >.<

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She’d not been called beautiful very many times, and though she knew it was a stronger form of the word ‘pretty’, it didn’t really register in her mind. She simply smiled and nodded dumbly, not really sure how to respond to him. When he pushed himself closer, she back up as far as possible, pressing her bottom and shoulders against the wall painfully, wishing she could get away from him, if only to put a few inches in between their body’s. The small building was warm already, and with the heat pouring from his huge frame, she was starting to pant, her little pink tongue poking out from between her lips.

When Fang’s hands trailed down her body and cupped her small, still developing breasts, she froze and snapped her jaws together with a soft ‘click’. She had seen her Papa do this to Mama…so long ago. Mama had always fought, never wanted Papa to touch her body, and she had gotten beaten down for fighting. Every time she would walk away after he hurt her, bleeding and filled with hate. Tawny didn’t want to be hurt, and though she wasn’t sure why her father wanted to touch her mama in such a way, she knew the beatings were terrifyingly painful. Mama used to hurt the tiny baby girl after those occasions, and Tawny took to running away after the fighting started to avoid her own pain.

Shaking with newborn fear, the girl stayed there, unmoving and compliant. She would do nearly anything to avoid being beaten again, and if it meant letting this big man play with her for a little while, then so be it. Her jaws parted for him when he pressed his mouth close, allowing him to kiss and slide his tongue in as he wished. There was no protesting on that part. Her head dropped back against the wall and she closed her eyes tight, her body feeling heavy and her tummy starting to hurt. Sooner or later, whether Fang was done playing or not, she was going to be sick. The need to vomit was already roiling in her stomach, dragging up the slight taste of venison and berries.

Raising her trembling hands, she curled her fingers into his fur and shook her head a little. ”P-please…please don’t h-hurt m-m-me…” Her little body shrank away from him more and she turned her head to the side, ears laying down flat and tail tucking up between her legs tightly. Near complete submission from fear of the past and would could possibly be the present.

...now she is pissed. xD

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His hands were so big and strong, the body that was holding her tightly to the wall was hot and heavy, refusing any space to allow her a fresh breath. Panic was coming along slowly to accompany the growing fear. She didn’t know what to do, having never been in this position before. Simply sit there and allow her body to be violated and hurt against her will or fight against him and have her body violated and hurt anyway. There was no way for her to get out of this situation without something extremely bad happening. In her mind, there was no way for her to prevent this abuse, nothing for her to do to make him stop and go away. She was weak and small, defenseless and useless against this man, absolutely pathetic.

When his big hand found their new spots on her body, she whimpered and squirmed, trying to not let the tears in her eyes fall. Failing, she turned to watch his face as he touched her body, the big blue eyes shining with wetness and sadness. Tawny wondered what drove a person to hurt another like this, to render another creature completely defenseless and then take all of their choices away. To take away their right to say no and to walk away, to make them fear so greatly. She blinked a few times and sighed softly, shaking her head and closing her eyes again. He wasn’t worth looking upon, this man who was taking away her choices as a sentient being, he was not worth her time or her body, and she hoped he figured that out sooner or later.

The little girl stiffened greatly when his fingers stroked down between her legs, touching the soft area that had never been touched before. A low growl began building in her chest and worked its way up her throat, breaking out and vibrating through the air loudly, a clear threat. Something in her mind had snapped as she thought about her mother and father again. She refused to be treated like that again, and would not allow this man to do this without at least leaving a mark on him as well. Her eyes opened once more, clear of tears but narrowed and angry. Lips curled up in a silent snarl, showing off her sharp little pearly white teeth. The little hands that were still resting on his chest curled and dug in, her nails slowly digging into the flesh beneath his thick fur.

Tawny wasn’t a fighter by any means, but she was tired of being pushed around and hurt, and this man was just unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end of her mental breakdown. Her jaws snapped close to his face and another growl rumbled from her throat. She was beyond pissed down, and was not about to stop protesting angrily until he backed off.

A little more sexual abuse is permitted, just not a TON. maybe mixed with the pain.

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Tawny wasn’t sure she understood the evil gleam shining in his black eyes as he grinned and backed away a little bit. Thinking that he might be getting the hint, she started to step forward, as if to walk away from him. It was a failed attempt on her part, especially when her hands were snatched up and slammed back up onto the wall above her head. The force with which he was gripping her wrists would leave deep bruises, and her body was stretched upwards, causing her to stand on the tips of her little brown toes. Pain radiated through ever muscle and joint in her entire body, the strain of the stretching was not forgiving, and she knew that if he didn’t kill her, she’d pay the price for disobeying him in physical pain. There was no doubt in her mind that she’d come away from this unscathed, just like her mother.

Another growl rose up through her chest and throat, showing her disgust and growing hate for this man. Snapping her teeth once more, she began to spit out angry words, almost inaudible through the growls. ”You could never be my master. Pathetic little man.” Her voice was strong now, though still soft and slightly puppy-ish, she was not stuttering. The anger and stress was obviously clearing her mind, making it possible for her to focus on something other than being viewed as a sweet girl. When she was with her pack-mates, she was always self conscious and scared of what they might think of her and the pressure there caused her to be nervous enough to keep the speech impediment she’d developed over the months. There was no need to look sweet and innocent anymore, not with this asshole.

She closed her eyes as the sight of the large curled fist entered her vision, causing her to cringe and squirm in another attempt to get away from him. A loud ‘woosh’ of air left her lungs when his fist hit. The kiss forced upon her face was the final straw, and then the contents of her stomach finally came back up. Tawny’s jaws parted and she vomited all over the place, dropping stomach acids and pieces of partially digested food onto the floor, some of it splattering onto Fang’s feet. The taste was horrid and the acids burned at her throat and tongue. Groaning in pain and discomfort, she dropped her head back onto the wall, panting and crying, the big tears sliding down and falling from her brown cheeks.

The scent of her own blood was prominent in the air, and it wasn’t until she smelled it, that she noticed the livid stinging on her stomach. Peeking down, she saw the claw marked that overlapped the scars her mother had given her almost a year before. The little growls in her chest were softer now, sounding more like a puppy than a young woman. The pain in her stomach was distracting, making her not think so much about fighting him. She just wanted to get away from him, anything to get away from the pain of being hit again.

Woo! This isn't so hard to write anymore, since she is so pissed off. xD

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Tawny yelped when she was thrown down onto the ground, her arms straining to hold herself up off the floor. He pushed her head down, smearing her nose in the stomach acids on the floor, causing her to gag again. Thankfully there was nothing left in her tummy to come up, so she didn’t vomit again. The dry heaving only got worse as he pushed her face closer, more tears falling from her eyes, mixing with the noxious fluids on the ground, her body heaving and shaking violently. This was the most disgusting thing she’d ever been made to do. Her mother had forced her to clean…some not so lovely things, they always made her lose her previous meal…but this was by far the worst thing she’d been through. And it was only getting worse.

A soft cry left her mouth through the gags as his hands found her soft spots again. She could feel her body reacting to the touches, a slight wetness where his fingers traced, and for some reason she began feeling ashamed about that. Her body should have no reactions to this beast, none at all. She began squirming and trying to move away from him again, not wanting him to be touching her anymore. Despite the fact that he would hurt her again; and it would probably be worse than the punch. And it was. The feeling of his big teeth slicing through fur and flesh left her crying heavily, shoving against his chest in another futile attempt to push him away, and only making the pain worse. The smell of her blood filled the room again, totally clearing out the scent of the vomit. Her hands rose from his thickly muscled chest to her face, wiping away the traces of her body’s weakness.

She had no idea what he was talking about when he opened his ugly maw to speak, so she ignored him, turning her face away and staring at the floor while she cried. When he said something about ‘wanting to have sex with him’ her head whipped around and she growled again, glaring at him with her stormy blue eyes. She wanted nothing to do with this prick, and the fact that he was trying to make it seem like she wanted this abuse was just insane. The growling and glaring continued even when he picked her up easily and then shoved her back down, slamming her little legs down onto the floor roughly. Wincing, she leaned back away from him and brought her hands up as if to slash at his legs.

Before she got the change to do anything, though, he had grabbed her head and jerked her forward, pressing his thumbs into the back of her jaws and forcing her mouth open. The thick male part that was pushed into her mouth was something she wasn’t sure about. She’d seen the males excrete bodily fluids from it, much different from her own excrement process…but this was new. Why would he put it in her mouth? Confused, she just sat there frozen, growling and gripping his thighs tightly with her fingers, slowly pressing her nails into the flesh beneath his fur, wanting to smell and taste his blood.

Yeah, a few more.

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Tawny gagged again when he shoved the length into her mouth roughly, causing it to push against her throat. Whimpering, she tried to pull away, to get it out of her mouth. His grip on her head was too strong though, and he kept her firmly planted there, pushing her back and forth. After a while she just stopped trying to move away, the pain in her jaws and throat now mixing with that of her stomach and shoulder. The violations continued as he laughed at her attempt to make him back off, her little nails obviously not doing very much to hinder his ability to stay standing. In her mind, there was literally nothing that she could possibly do to get out of this situation. Perhaps if she had been smarter and remembered to bring the knife that Razekiel had given her in the weeks prior…but she wasn’t and she hadn’t.

When he called her a ‘damn virgin’, she tightened her hands on his legs and dug her nails in deeper, hoping that the cuts got infected later and that he might lose both of his legs. The hate growing in her chest was immense, bubbling and building until she thought she’d burst and rip him apart. The moment he pulled his length out of her mouth and began excreting the white fluid on her face, she jumped up and slammed her little body against his. Teeth snapped loudly as she lunged for his neck, trying and failing to rip out his throat. Hands rising, she whipped the nasty liquid off of her face and rubbed it all over his chest. ”Filthy…nasty. You are gross!” It was obvious that she knew she’d be hurt for this, but did not care anymore. No one would care, she was sure, this incident only further showed her how worthless of a person she really was.

Hehehe. :3

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The fact that he was now so angry was proof that her actions were getting to him, which was rather satisfying to the little girl. She knew punishment would follow soon enough, but it was inevitable with a man like this. There was no way that she would escape being beaten down in this situation, everything she did would have been wrong in his eyes. Obviously, to him, she was a worthless little virgin only good for fucking and beating. Probably not worth his time, and yet here he was, taking out his anger on her tiny body, knowing how bad he would hurt her in the process. There would be no walking out of the town for her at the rate he was going, she was going to be in so much pain that moving would be nearly impossible.

The impact from his hand to her face sent the little one tumbling, her body crashing to the ground with a hollow ‘thud’ and a sharp yelp from her mouth. The entire right side of her body began to throb, making it known that it would be severely bruised and tender later on. Crying heavily, she curled into herself and brought a hand up to her face, rubbing the spot he had hit, trying to rub the sting of pain away. To be able to deal with this asshole, she needed to be able to think and see him, to know what was coming at her. The pain was blinding and made it pretty much impossible to focus, it needed to go away. He wasn’t going to let her go for more than a few moments without inflicting a new pain though, and she realized that as the backpack was laughed at her stomach.

The weight of the tools she had collected before slammed into her frame and knocked her breath away again, making her gag and inhale sharply, coughing and sputtering. Shaking, she shoved the bag away and pushed herself up, almost not making it when he began yelling at her again. When she saw the fists hanging at his sides, she flinched and pushed herself back until she was in the corner, curling in tightly on herself as she cried.

Its ok. This can be the closing post. ^.^

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He was so horrible; laughing at the broken and bloody girl like it was truly funny to watch her cry in fear. Tawny curled more and hid her face beneath her arms when he got closer, hoping that whatever punches or kicks he threw would just kill her and get it over with. First her mother and father didn’t care if she lived or died, leaving her all alone after beating and starving her so many times. Then the traveling commenced and no one ever thought she was worth the time or effort to share food or shelter with. The first time anyone had ever shown real interest in her wellbeing was here in this territory. Saul and Axelle were the first creatures she met that she felt were trustworthy, who wouldn’t hurt her for no reason. The fact that she’d lived for so many months without ever feeling the love of even a friend in passing sealed the thoughts of her worthlessness. Now after that seal had been cracked and chipped away slowly by the Ichikans…this Fang was building it right back up and pounding it down harder.

When he growled at her to get out of his sight, she scrambled up and darted to the side, grabbing her backpack and breaking for the door. Her body left a splattered blood trail as she left the building, stumbling and falling all over the place. Pain flared up in her stomach and shoulder, making it hard to move. After a few minutes of labored running, she tripped over her own feet and crashed to the ground. There were no trees, no buildings…not even rocks near her body. No shelter from whoever or whatever might stumble upon her broken and bleeding frame. Not that it mattered; she had no fight left and would have fallen to any predator without much fuss, if only to just end herself there. She knew that Saul and Jace and the other Ichikans she’d met had showed emotions of affection and caring towards her, and she would miss Saul…but was there really a point in living when she had no one to live for?