Tied Together
#1
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Hadley wandered a short distance from the camp he shared with Shadowfang. The large killer was a comforting presence for the timid male, even if it absolutely terrified him at times to realize he was with someone that could kill him with as little effort as breathing. Hadley's confidence was growing with the time he spent away from the pack, mind clearing of the confusion that had settled around him. He had always attached himself to another, needing them there. Now, he was standing on his own. It was a scary, amazing feeling, to know that he was finally being himself.

Learning who he was was actually interesting. Even before being a slave Hadley hadn't acted like himself, working instead to earn his brother's approval as a true man. It wasn't so anymore. Even if Hadley was a naturally submissive creature, he didn't need another's approval anymore. The fact that he was submissive because he wished to be, and not from fear, had been a pleasant surprise. There would be no guilt because he allowed others to go first, knowing that it was just who he was. Humming to himself Hadley wandered around, looking for some wood so he could make a small gift for his pack members when he returned. Perhaps some small pendants, like the one he'd made for Selene.
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Isa had decided to wander around again. She had begun to feel like she didn’t really belong in Casa. She wasn’t sure why but she just felt like she was useless. The only other members she had grown close to were Hadley and Adelle. The others she would see often around Casa but she hadn’t been very sociable lately. She began to wonder if she was even meant to be in a pack at all. She had traveled from place to place with Thana for so long and after the appearance of her fathers ghost, she had receded into herself, shielding herself away from others like she used to do.


She had left the blade her sister had gotten her in the room but brought her dagger with her, thinking she could do some carving to relieve some of the stress. She stopped at the town only for a moment to gather a few small pieces of wood and continued on. She picked up a male scent; again, not actually trying to figure out whom it belonged to before heading towards it, assuming it was Tharin. Isa stopped when she realized it was nowhere near the stream Tharin had claimed as his home. She took a deep breath and her eyes widened when she realized it was Hadley. She dropped the pieces of wood, no longer caring for them, and took off in Hadley’s direction. She slowed down when she got close, not wanting to scar him. He was humming to himself when Isa got close enough to see him. She stepped forward and stared at him. ”Hadley?”


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#3
The sound of his name being called had him jumping. He had grown more confidant, that was true, but it was still easy to startle him. It would take longer than a couple months to get him to stop seeing Amy everywhere, prepared to take him back and toy with him. Taking a deep breath Hadley collected himself, turning around. He blinked with surprise as he saw Isa standing there. Isa? He looked around, realizing how close he'd wandered to the place where they had both lost their memories. Sheepishly he grinned at her, running his fingers through his thick shaggy hair, starting to grow out from the short crop it had been in.

His manner was still submissive, but his posture was relaxed, more cheerful in how he felt. Hey. Wasn't expecting to see you out here. His eyes wandered over her, surprised at her short hair. It had looked nice long, decorating her form and framing her shape. The short hair seemed to fit her just as well though, if not better. It certainly fit her strength, the scars on her face now open to be seen. It wasn't hidden, but it held no shame to it, just like the scars Hadley bore. He didn't bother covering them up, finding it a bother and rather pointless. It looked like they had both changed during the time apart. You look beautiful. Hadley blushed, glancing away. I mean, well. You look well. What was he saying? He didn't want to take the compliment away from her, not when she was beautiful.
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Hadley jumped when she called his name and she apologized quickly. ”I’m sorry, I hadn’t meant to startle you.” Hadley turned around to face her and seemed surprised. He looked around and gave her a sheepish grin as he ran his hand through his hair witch he seemed to be growing out a bit. She smiled sweetly at him, happy to see her friend again.


He seemed a lot more relaxed than he used to be. She smirked when he mentioned not expecting to see her. ”I wasn’t expecting to see you here either.” She noticed his eyes wander over her slender form. She was no longer thin, but back to her beautiful form, her silver coat shinning like it used to. He seemed surprised by her short hair, which she kind of expected. She was surprised when he called her beautiful, her face turned bright red as she glanced down. She looked back up at him and smiled, still blushing. ”You still look handsome.” She didn’t know how he would react but she had meant it, he was very handsome. Isa couldn’t take it anymore, she stepped closer, closing the space between them, and wrapped her arms around him. She wanted to tell him how much she missed his company but thought it best not to in case he went back to Selene. ”It’s good to see you again Hadley.”


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#5
Hadley shrugged at the apology, kept low down. It wasn't her fault that he got surprised so easily. It was just something he didn't seem to be able to control. He wished he could smell others when they were coming, but unless he actually concentrated on smelling for things his nose was perfectly useless, bringing him into situations he could have avoided with a sharper sense of smell. He smiled, as it appeared both hadn't had any particular plans, just traveling around. It was quite the coincidence to run into each other. Well, not a huge one. He was close to Casa di Cavalieri after all. He really shouldn't be, but he was.

He wasn't the only one embarrassed by his awkward words it appeared. A slight pink color showed through Isa's fur as she looked away. When their eyes met again Hadley didn't know how to respond to what she said. He knew it in a way, as his body had been sold to customers for a night together, but he'd never really thought about what it meant. It was just a fact, as much a part of him as the ugly scarred flesh on his arm. Unconsciously his hand reached over, touching there lightly as he wondered about what she said. Isa's arms wrapped around him, and Hadley moved to wrap around her. It's good to see you too. Glad to see you're better. He had been worried that he'd left at a bad time, seeing the pain in her when he'd left.
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She enjoyed seeing Hadley smile when she said she wasn’t expecting him either. She liked seeing him happy. Besides, he had such a charming smile. Their eyes met when Isa mentioned him being handsome. Her face was still red and Hadley reached up to touch his scarred arm. Hadley wrapped his strong arms around her just as he had and said it was good to see her as well.


Isa loved being in Hadley’s arms. She buried her muzzle into his chest, breathing in his scent. Thoughts ran through her mind and she realized how she felt about Hadley. She cared about him a lot and she had feelings for him as well. Feelings that made her hope they could someday be more than friends. Isa would never admit it to him though, not with everything that had happened.


She was becoming a little stressed and tense as she thought about all the drama between her, Hadley, and Selene. Isa remembered all the wine in the house and looked up at Hadley smiling. ”Would you want a drink? I could really use one.” She stepped out of the hug, taking his hand in hers, waiting for his answer.


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#7
It was no wonder he'd been carrying her scent when he met Thanatos. Canines just seemed to hug him when they met him. Or in Shadowfang's case, roll over and show his belly to stop Hadley from having a mental breakdown and go running off thinking a demon was after him. Come to think of it, Shadowfang had no problems slinging his arm around Hadley. Despite him doing nothing to encourage it, and often flinching when contact did occur, hugs and general contact continued in his life. Her muzzle buried into him, making him distinctly uncomfortable with the memories of Selene doing such a thing, as if to reassure herself that he was real, and there, drying Isa's tears, and Sebastian, his fascination with the muscles on Hadley's body.

Isa finally pulled away, much to Hadley's relief. He'd liked the hug, but having her head buried in his chest had made him feel bad, as if something had happened and he had to work on keeping the bad things away, keeping Isa protected from whatever was coming. The offer of a drink set Hadley's tail wagging eagerly. Y-yes. He would love a drink. It always helped him relax when he was stressed out about things. That, and he just enjoyed it, point blank. Holding hands with her Hadley let himself be tugged over to the house he'd found her curled up wasting away in. It seemed she really liked it. Hadley should fix it up for her, since he was learning to do that kind of thing. She would probably like that. Shadowfang had broken a door anyways, so that had to be fixed.
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Hadley was clearly uncomfortable when she buried her face into his chest. When she pulled away, she looked up at him apologetically. ”I’m sorry Hadley. It seems I had forgotten that you don’t like to be touched.” She hadn’t meant to make him uncomfortable; she just enjoyed being close to him. For some reason she was a lot more touchy feely than she used to be. Isa never used to get as close to others as she had been lately but most didn’t seem to mind. Hadley was the only one who didn’t like to be touched. She giggled as his tail wagged enthusiastically, eager for a drink. She was happy he had agreed, she needed to relax.


She led him to the house, holding his hand, and took him inside through the broken door. Isa let go of his hand and opened one of the cabinets, revealing multiple bottles. Some were wine and others were other types of alcohol. She didn’t care what they were called, she like any kind. Isa turned to Hadley and smiled. ”You pick.” She stepped to the side, allowing him access to the cabinet. She didn’t care what they drank, it would relax her no matter what it was.


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#9
He shook his head at her apology. It wasn't her fault that he had so many bad memories attached to what she had done. He reached out, ruffling her short hair before his hand dropped back down. She might not like his rough affection, as simple as it was. He wanted to show her that he cared, wanted to be with her, but even with the changes he'd gone through reaching out to others just wasn't easy. It's fine. I don't mind it when you touch me. Not as much as being touched by others, at least. It was taking time, but he was slowly getting used to her affectionate behavior, becoming as much a part of him as Selene and Sebastian was.

Inside the house Hadley watched with surprise as Isa navigated so easily through the house. Her scent trailed through it to all kinds of places. What had she been up to? Cabinets were pulled open, and Hadley found himself staring at a treasure trove of alcohol. His jaw dropped before he managed to close it, swallowing tightly. He wanted it all, so thirsty and just what he needed to quench the thirst just in reach. He pulled out a bottle of brandy, looking at it happily before turning back to Isa. I think this will do quite nicely. Reaching back in he pulled a second out, allowing each of them to have a bottle to drink from.
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Hadley shook his head when she tried to apologize and he reached out, ruffling her newly cut hair. She giggled and reached up, ruffling his shaggy hair as well. He said he didn’t mind when she touched him and she believed him but would still try to not be as affectionate as she had been lately.


He seemed surprised by how she knew just where everything was in the house. She just hadn’t realized how often she had been in there. It felt like home to her, safe, even with the broken door. Isa chuckled when Hadley’s jaw dropped at the sight of all the alcohol. ”I had taken a few bottles back to my room in Casa too, there used to be even more in here.” It seemed he enjoyed the delicious liquid as much as she did. He pulled out a bottle and turned to her, a happy look on his face. He reached back in and pulled out a second bottle, one for each of them.


Isa took one of the bottles from him and sat down on the bed before opening it. She held her bottle up towards him and smiled. ”Cheers.” It was the last thing she said before taking a big gulp of the brandy. She licked her lips, enjoying taste of it. She looked back to Hadley and smiled sweetly before taking another swig.


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#11
His own shaggy hair was tugged at, bringing a grin from Hadley at the childish giggle erupting from the female that he'd always seen as slightly serious. Then again, their previous encounters weren't exactly on the best of terms, one filled with such darkness Hadley couldn't remember it, the other when he left the pack after rescuing her from near death. He really didn't know her well at all. His hair was still short enough that it wasn't any trouble, feeling nice to be tugged through. He enjoyed seeing this side of her, so light and beautiful, lifting his spirits up.

Hadley joined her on the bed, grinning as he watched the spunky gal open up the bottle, lifting it up happily. It really was lucky, meeting her like this. He would move further away after this to help him keep his mind clear, but it was still amazing that it had happened. Opening his bottle he clinked it against her. To a beautiful lady. He lifted the bottle, taking a deep swig from it. The liquid burned comfortably as it moved through his body, relaxing his mind and letting him look around. I don't get why you're so drawn to this place. Alcohol or not, it's sad.
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Even though she had only been a yearling, alcohol had been her best friend until she left her home; and it continued to be her friend for a few months after to help get rid of the memories. No matter how much alcohol she consumed though, she was never able to erase the memories.


Hadley sat down next to her on the bed, opened his bottle, and clinked it against hers. To a beautiful lady. She hadn’t ever been told she was beautiful twice in once day. She smiled as a slight pink color became visible through her fur.


Hadley looked around the room and said he didn’t understand why she was drawn to the small house. Isa wasn’t entirely sure why she did either; it just felt like she was safe there. She took another deep swig of the liquid and it burned her throat as it went down. She loved the feeling, loosening her up as she drank more. ”I don’t really understand why I am either, but what makes it sad?” She took another swig, already finishing about a third of the bottle.


Isa scooted closer to him, her side pressed up against his, and leaned her head to rest on Hadley’s shoulder. She was happier than she had ever been. She had him there with her and she had her best friend to help her relax and forget all the stress.



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#13
Hadley looked down in embarrassment as her face flushed pink from his words. He hadn't meant to embarrass her. They had just been words that rolled off his tongue so easily. It was so much easier to talk now, even if he still chose to be more quiet. It was easier to make less mistakes if he thought before he spoke. Lifting the bottle he took another slow drink, reminding himself to not talk so much. He didn't want to make her upset. As tough as she was Isa did have a horrible past that plagued her. Hadley didn't view his own past as bad anymore, simply accepting it as fact, something that happened. The nightmares would fade with time.

He was surprised by the question. Surely she knew why he found the house sad. Um... Should he really say it? They were having a good time, and he didn't want to ruin it with bad memories. Deciding to keep quiet Hadley took another drink, shaking his head. Isa moved to lean against him, Hadley stiffening slightly before relaxing. It was alright. She wouldn't harm him. It was nice having the warmth of another canine near him. He was by himself most of the time, Shadowfang just out of sight. Turning he kissed the top of her head slightly before taking another drink. Guess I'll have to fix the house then.
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OOC she is really talkative XD


Hadley hadn’t embarrassed her when he called her beautiful, she just wasn’t used to it. To have someone, that wasn’t her sister, care for her the way Hadley seemed to made her feel like the happiest girl in the world. She never had anyone who she was close to besides Thana and Thanatos but he was family as well.


He seemed surprised when she asked what was so sad about the house. All he said was um before shaking his head, refusing to answer. ”I don’t see it as sad, but happy. The first time I was here, you wanted to look for supplies for repairs. You allowed me to come with because you tripped over me and got mud on my fur.” She chuckled a bit and a soft smile remained on her face as she continued. ”My father’s ghost showed up and you tried to protect me, so there is the happy. And then we..well, you know, but I’m not sure if it’s happy or what. The second time, you came to my rescue and I got to see an old friend. So, again, happy. I see no sadness with the house. The booze was just a bonus. And now, you are here again but this time we are having fun.” A big smile appeared on her face and her tail wagged slightly behind her. Hadley kissed the top of her head and said he would fix up the house. She sat up, surprised. ”You would do that? For me?” She hugged him and kissed his cheek, making sure neither of their brandy spilled. ”Thank you Hadley!”


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#15
Hadley listened with interest as she took the memories he felt were bad and flipped them around. He remembered getting her fur dirty, and the embarrassment that resulted in. He had felt terrible for putting dirt on such a pretty coat of fur, sure that the female would leap up flashing with anger to teach him proper respect for his superiors. Instead she had simply brushed it off, proving to just be lonely and looking for a friend. Since he didn't feel comfortable really leaving the territory on his own he'd asked Isa to come along. Yet the way she spoke about it made it seem like he'd been acting kind instead of simply shy and nervous.

The next part was hard to see the good in. Hadley had tried to protect her, sure but he didn't know if he'd succeeded since that was where his memory cut out on him. He could have failed, letting the ghost harm her somehow, and the part that came after was definitely bad, leading to the fight between Isa and Selene, and Isa coming near death. Hadley grinned at the last memory though, definitely seeing good in it. A couple bottles and good company always spells a fun time. Being with Isa would definitely be good. Her surprise startled Hadley, causing him to pull away, wondering if he'd done something wrong. The warm hug and kiss brought a blush to him, realizing she was just happy. If you're going to be here I want it to be good for you. It was mumbled, a simple explanation he wasn't quite sure made sense. Lifting the bottle he took another long drink, trying to cover up his awkward manner.
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Hadley listened quietly as she spoke and grinned as she finished. She chuckled at his comment until he pulled away when she acted surprised. Perhaps he thought he did something wrong or decided he didn’t want to be touched after all. Isa was still excited though and giggled when she noticed the pink in his face. When he spoke again it was mumbled and he took another drink.


Isa didn’t lean her head on his shoulder again, thinking he liked the space. She took a long drink before looking over at him and smiling. ”So how have you been? Are you enjoying your time away from Casa?” She hoped he was doing all right and was happy. She just wished he would come back soon. ”I’m assuming you aren’t coming back huh? Just happened to run into me and decided to have a good time?” She began to feel the effects of the alcohol as her words began to slur at the end. She hugged him again as she spoke. ”I’ve really missed you.” She looked back up at him, realizing her mistake, and sat back up. ”Sorry.”



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Asked about his time away from the pack Hadley looked up softly. What could he say? He had been searching for the key to the lost time, and hadn't found it. He had learned a lot, and improved his skills. That didn't mean he was satisfied with what had been gained. Enjoyment definitely hadn't been on the list of things for him to find, either. Things are going as well as can be expected. My goal still hasn't been reached. I learned a lot though. That was good. He'd come back better than when he'd left. He hadn't thought about whether or not he was enjoying himself though. Mostly he was just learning.

Lifting the bottle Hadley looked across the room, staring at what appeared to be a dark form. It couldn't be anything too bad. The color was wrong for it to be Amy. The drink settled warmly into his body, giving him courage he wouldn't have had before. Chuckling at Isa's choice of words he turned, eyes moving over her body. She was strong, spunky, and very, very pretty. The short hair suited her, allowing him to see those blue eyes much better than before. I didn't miss you. Too busy working. Now that you're here though, we can get to know each other much better than we did before.
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For some reason things weren’t going the way Hadley had expected. She had no idea what his goal was but hoped he would reach it at some point. He looked across the room and stared at something, Isa turned her head to try to see what he was looking at but saw nothing. He laughed when she said she had missed him. He actually laughed.


Hadley turned and his eyes moved over her body before he spoke. The first thing he said made her stop for a moment. He didn’t miss her? At all? She had thought they were friends but hearing that made her think he just didn’t care about her at all. She looked up at him as he continued speaking and finished off the bottle of brandy. Isa got up and pulled out a bottle of vodka, one of her favorites. He mentioned getting to know each other better and she spoke as she opened the new bottle. ”So what do you want to know?” She took a big swing of the delicious liquid and licked her lips as she turned back around to face him. She no longer had a smile on her face but she didn’t show any anger or sadness, just a bit of a blank expression.



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Hadley looked down with a frown, finding the bottle that he'd been drinking from empty. That was disappointing. He wasn't too sure how that had ended up happening. He had been sure that there had been more in there. He cheered slightly as Isa went and brought back a bottle of vodka. That was the good stuff. He moved slightly closer to her, withdrawing at the blank look on her face, bringing a whimper from him. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to hurt Isa, and he definitely didn't want to die seeing the same expression Amy had worn so many times before striking out in an attack.

Asked what he wanted to know Hadley looked down at the ground. I want to know...why I did what I did with you. Why you seem so happy to see someone you barely know. Where you came from. What makes you so strong. Did that answer the question well enough? Nervously he stared at the ground, the piercing gaze enough to sap the courage the liquor had given him. Gently he took the bottle of vodka, gulping it down quickly and hoping that Isa wouldn't mind.
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Hadley seemed to have noticed he upset Isa as he looked down with a frown on his face. He cheered when she got the bottle of vodka out. He whimpered and apologized claiming not to have meant it. She shrugged, a very small smile on her face as she accepted his apology. With all the alcohol in her system, the comment was soon forgotten anyways and she sat back down beside him.


Well, I remember what happened now and my fathers ghost whispered something to you that I didn’t hear and then you..changed. I think he told you to do it, making you act the way you used to when you were a slave.”[/b] The alcohol just made everything slip out. ”I’m happy to see you because your one of the first people to actually care about me and care for me besides my sister. And I don’t really know how to describe it but I feel some kind of connection with you, I don’t know.” He asked where she came from and she had a hard time trying to remember what the area was called, having blocked a good majority of it out. ”Well, I can tell you I came from a place where assassins controlled the area. My father was one of the assassins and kept my mother as his slave. He got me and my sister and tried to force us to train to be like him when we were pups. I didn’t want to though so I was beaten almost every day until I killed him.” He asked what made her strong and she had to pause for a moment. ”I’m strong because I have to be. That is the one thing my father was able to beat into me. Always be strong or be punished or killed. That was his law. Any sign of weakness was met by his blade.” She looked down before taking the bottle from him and taking a big swig.



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