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A few days before her attack, Vieira woke up to Kaena gone from the den and her heart sunk and felt as if it would explode from the anticipation of what would come. She received no punishment for her laziness and she only assumed the woman woke up extra early for a border patrol. Now, nearly confined to her room to heal, the woman felt a little restless and stir crazy. It had been only one night but it left her feeling as if her legs were wanting to run a marathon but the rest of her body was exhausted. The pain in her back was no different than this morning than it was the night before but she felt a little better. It hurt to move and Vieira did her best to adjust on the hard and cold floor, twisting herself in order to roll over to her side so she could use her arms to pick herself up. There was no easy position to rest in that did not cause any pain and the woman simply had to take it, suck it up, and try to sleep.

When Vieira found sleep the night before, she slept rather deeply and woke up once or twice because she hurt to much. Her whines were minimal, trying to be quiet to avoid upsetting Kaena, but sometimes it was too much discomfort for her to bear. This morning, just as the sun was rising, the pain was enough to wet her eyes with tears. Her eyes closed tightly, cringing at the pain as she rolled over and pushed herself up with her arms. The slave came to a stop when she propped herself up with her knees and straightened her back. The bandage was not very comfortable, constricting her breathing and movement and making her range of motion limited, unfortunately causing more discomfort if she moved the wrong way. A long breath was enough to ease some of the pain radiating from her back but it gave her the realization that her head throbbed from the trauma she received.

She leaned back on her heels, her hand running up her neck and to the back of her head where the wolf hit her. The skin was tender, bruised, and the entire source for the headache. Her eyes closed the dark room out and she wished there was something she could take to make it subside. Slowly, Vieira's golden eyes opened and she looked out the small door to the main cave and came to the conclusion her owner was still asleep. A breath of relief escaped and she pushed herself with one final thrust so she could make it to her feet. The struggle took longer than normal but she was up and ready to get the day going. She worried her efficiency would fall short in her daily duties but she could not risk not doing them at all. Her weight turned her around and her hand gripped the doorway from her room to the main opening of the cave. Her legs felt shaky and she gave herself time to gather her composure before she did anything.



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The silver-furred hybrid had risen quite early that morning, awakening before the sun had even risen above the horizon. The periwinkle and gray of the very early dawn greeted her when she'd first wandered outside of her cave, intent on finding food this morning. Her own stomach did not demand it, but the Quintus still asleep in the cave required food—her injury was not so severe as to require long-term care, but it certainly made for feeding herself particularly difficult—Kaena knew Vieira was particularly proficient with hunting to begin with. Without Kaena to feed her the girl would likely starve, or perhaps subsist on scraps and carrion. She was a simple bibelot to Inferni; pretty, decorative, but essentially useless outside of Kaena's personal appliace.


As the coyote woman trotted back triumphantly from the mountain, she headed toward the caves. Her jaws clutched a rather large goat's carcass, the hind legs dragging between her forepaws absurdly. She was shifted to her Secui form and had been since she'd spotted the creature; without the ability to shift it was unlikely the hybrid would have brought down the hearty creature. Domesticated goats were particularly adapted to the feral lifestyle; they survived far better than cows or pigs or anything else did, it would seem. They were common in the mountains—Kaena had seen quite a few of them, and this was the first time she'd brought one down in Halcyon mountain, though they had been a favored prey on the old territory.


It didn't take long before the coyote was along the sloping hills of the cave, passing by her neighbors. The cold winter's day had driven them all inside, it would seem; though there was only a thin coating of snow on the ground, some larger drifts still scattered here and there, it was still a chilly day, and the coyote was thankful for her thick Secui coat to help keep her warm. She trotted into the cave without hesitation, dropping her prey immediately and letting out an annoyed growl at Vieira, who seemed to be up and about despite her injures. "What are you doing?" she demanded, wanting to know why the Quintus was up at all.



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VIE DOES NOT VACUUM.
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The younger woman, unfortunately, knew no better. She knew being up and active could hurt herself further or slow down the healing process, but she knew it was not supposed to stop her. Her former owners did not see it as a handicapped if she had been hurt and she did not expect any different from Kaena despite her kindness the night before. As she stood hovering in her door way and trying to decide what to do first, she notice the vacant feel of the cave and her eyes turned to the incline where the woman slept. Her master was not there and she sucked in a long breath of worry, clenching onto the stone she was holding. It made her nervous and sick to her stomach but there was little she could do about it.

Her mind was cut short with the scent of her master, blood, and that of prey. She had not eaten since early yesterday morning and she realized how hungry she was. She had become used to eating on a regular basis and with it taken away, she felt the discomfort of hunger all of a sudden. Her body had done well to hide it but the scent of blood and fresh prey was enough to send her mind whirling. Kaena entered into the dark cave with a growl, surprising the woman, and she clenched onto the wall even harder. The goat fell into a bloody mess on the ground while she looked down on the ground, avoiding looking at her owner. "I am getting up to do what you need me to do," she said meekly. Even in pain and injury, she was not able to put her subservient side away long enough to heal.

She eyes fell on the goat a moment before she looked away again, thinking Kaena would have her skin and cook the creature. It was always the worst, having to work when she had an injury that did hurt every time she moved. The woman's legs jerked with the urge to hide in her room but she did not move, unsure of what her owner was mad but she did not want to do anything to provoke and instead fell into a silence. Something held her in place and prevented her from doing what she felt she needed to do and she knew her hesitation would cost her.



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There was anger in Kaena as she saw the other canine, already on her feet, swaying gently as she stood there. The tawny coyote was in no position to be walking around; the silver-furred Centurion was only filled with rage as she saw this, anger at the girl's programming and Astaroth for having done this to her. She could not take but a moment for herself out of life. The Centurion stepped over the goat corpse quickly, her head down, and she shook her shaggy Secui head. In this halfling form, with her winter coat, the coyote woman appeared to be a fair bit larger than she actually was. Kaena's coyote blood was mountain-dwelling Eastern coyotes, rumored to have absorbed remnant wolf populations when humanity hunted the larger cousins to near-extinction in the lower forty-eight states.


The hybrid woman would not allow the other canine to prevaricate about the extent of her injuries; Kaena had yet to see them, thanks to the bandage, but the hybrid woman knew so soon after being injured that the Quintus should not have been on her feet. The silver-furred coyote shook her head firmly, yellowed eye glaring at Vieira sharply. "No, you're not." Her words were plain and blunt, though far softer than she wanted to speak. She wanted to yell at the other coyote till she curled up in her alcobe and didn't reappear for weeks; it was out-and-out stupid for her to have gotten up. "You'll eat, and then you'll lay back down," she continued, still shaking her head, though now she turned and took two paces backward to the goat, dragging it back and closer to the other canine.


Abandoning the corpse for the moment, the hybrid turned back around, tossing her muzzle downwards at it. "Eat," she commanded, still vibrating with anger, though she had it well-controlled, muzzled, and managed. Stalking back toward the bedding area where she slept, the hybrid woman began to shift as she walked, shrinking smaller to occupy less space within the already cramped cave. Her halfling form did not make for a roomy dwelling, and the coyote woman did not wish to eat in her Secui form. It would be uncomfortable to stoop so low to the ground. Her shift completed, the hybrid glanced back toward Vieira, intent on allowing the other canine to eat her fill before Kaena took any herself, even if this reversed the usual roles.


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A slew of conflicting emotions soured through her and she felt fear course through her veins. She did not like angering the woman and somehow she had for only doing her job. Her eyes were glued to the floor when Kaena objected to her words. The woman barely got out of her room but Kaena did not want her to do anything. It was completely different from what Astaroth would want her to do. When she had not been able to get pregnant as soon as he wanted, he had punished her to the point of nearly taken her life. There was something that stopped him but she had always wished he finished the deed. It would have saved her further distress and pain and a lifetime of the same things over and over. Her eyes closed and she lifted her hand slowly to cover her muzzle. The pain of her former punishments were fresh as ever, her mind having recorded them all neatly in the back of her mind but they came out at random intervals.

Kaena's treatment, however mad she was, was not something she expected. The woman did not want her to do anything but instead do the very thing that got her in trouble nearly a month ago. Her eyes wandered to the corpse as Kaena explained what she was going to do. Vieira did not move right away but waited, taking a deep breath that caused her body to ache. The woman did want to lay back down and had only gotten up to do her usual work. She was thankful Kaena was not going to make her do the day to day things and instead give her a break. Vieira shook herself out of her position and moved to begin her way to the floor. Kaena brought the corpse closer to her before parting the dead animal's side and shifting into the smaller position.

The slave felt a discomfort from being in a different position a her owner but there was nothing she could currently do about it. If Kaena were to ask her to shift, Vieira would do her best but she knew she would fail and crumble halfway through any sort of shift. Astaroth would have done something like that to her. He always demanded her to be in the same form as he and would play games, leaving in one form and returning in another just to have a reason to punish her. It was not often the woman went against the man's word and he had to find ways for her to disobey, ultimately ending in an unrighteous punishment. She tried to think of something else but it weighed on her mind in addition to the fact she would be useless for the day, if not for the next few days should her master disallow her movement from her room.

Vieira carefully lowered herself to the ground and tried her best to hide her discomfort but it was too much and she cringed, moaning in pain. The position of the wound was awkward for her, any movement of the arms pulled against the torn flesh and the bandage did little to soothe it. It was there to prevent further bleeding, pressure, and to keep foreign particles from getting inside. Her arms stretched over the corpse to tear away meat was enough to make her feel nauseous and lose her appetite. The woman did not want to eat but her hungry stomach and Kaena's order changed that and she brought the bloody mess to her jaws, taking what she could in her mind and chewing slowly. She tried not to move the rest of her body so she would not twist herself into an upset stomach and find the food too much to handle.

Eating a raw corpse in this form had always been awkward for her but she made no motion and ate. Her stomach had always been small and the portion she had was enough to satiate her hunger. She put the rest of her grab down on the animal with a long breath of satisfaction. If anything, it might have been too much food but she always ate as much as she could back in Eterne in fear of not knowing when her next meal might be. Kaena was kind enough to feed her on a regular basis and the slave rarely went hungry. Vieira slowly sat back and decided not to move right away and instead waited for a period of relief from the pain in her back.



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It was not often Kaena paused to contemplate the nature of their relationship; the coyote woman figured she had been granted a gift, a parting present from Astaroth and Eris in the form of a living, breathing apology. She knew Vieira had not been crafted solely for her; in fact, it had to have been the furthest thing from Astaroth's mind when he'd created the girl. He certainly wasn't thinking of Kaena Lykoi when he'd impregnated the tawny coyote's mother—but through circumstance or simple chance the tawny coyote had fallen into Eris's grasp, and the girl had thought to send a present to Inferni, just in case her mother still breathed. The coyote woman did not question this; she merely accepted things as they were, and she did not seek to change them, as much as some of her clanmates might have wanted her to.


Part of what Kae had told Rikka was true—Viei could not fend for herself. Without care, it was simply not likely the girl would survive; she had been thin when she'd arrived, and Kaena wouldn't have been surprised if she'd subsisted on small rodents and leftover summer berries the whole trip up. The way the other canine ate seemed almost strange sometimes, as if she were extremely hungry but afraid to eat. This time it seemed as if eating caused the smaller canine physical pain, which the hybrid was hardly surprised by—any kind of movement seemed as if it would be painful for Vieira. A totally benevolent canine would have gotten up to tear pieces of meat for Vieira; Kaena had no interest in that. Perhaps this would serve as a reminder exactly why she wasn't supposed to have gotten up this morning. Then again, Kae could hardly blame her—it wasn't as if the Centurion had explicitly ordered the straw-colored coyote to remain in bed specifically.


The hybrid sighed shortly and shook her head as the other coyote seemed to finish, her glittering eye regarding her with smoldering anger. She was less angry than she had been; it was difficult to remain angry at such a pitiful and helpless thing as an injured Vieira, who seemed doubly useless when lame. Then again, who wasn't when they were hurt like that. "You wonder why I wanted you to stay in bed, hm?" she questioned, her single eye regarding Vieira, focused on the bandaging around her torso. Almost restlessly the coyote woman stood, walking past the smaller canine to grab the spare blanket, still unused and folded rather neatly on the shelf. She took it in her teeth and turned back around, gingerly stepping over the goat to walk back toward the alcove, shaking out the blanket as best she could in her Lupus form, dragging it over her other one and then turning back around to look toward the other coyote.


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The woman looked at her hands, covering in the goat's blood, and she had nothing to do about it. Kaena moved from her bed to grab the extra blanket they had stored away and the slave watched her, her hands palm up and resting in her lap until the blood dried. She did not want to put it anywhere else on her fur. The slave had the urge to try and get up to help the woman but with one move and the pain, she thought better of it. Vieira hated feeling useless; it left her paranoid and so much open room for disobeying her master (or what felt like disobeying). If she had idle hands, she was doing something wrong, but Kaena had insisted otherwise and she remained still. Soon she would have to get up and return to her room and while it would be nice to lay down, it was empty and lonely in there.

Kaena came back from her room and Vieira turned her head to watch, waiting for an order of some sort but she knew one would not necessarily come and if one did, it would not be to perform any duties. The voice of the other was a tone she knew well but not one she understood for the purpose. Sarcasm did not go far on her ears when she was trained to take things literal; she had, after all, brought back a collar and chain for her master. "Yes, ma'am," she said quietly and returned her gaze to her reddish pink hands, flexing them to test how wet they felt. The blood thickened and clumped and she wiggled her fingers until it was not awkward to move them. "I understand," she said and spoke toward her hands instead of the woman.

Vieira placed her hands on the ground and gave a slight push. She rotated so she was on her knees and in a position that would hoist her up as still as possible to avoid any sudden movements. The slow and carefully calculated ones were enough, she did not need sudden jerks that would pulse through her body and send her into tears. Her fists clenched when she rose and she stiffened at her full stance before leaving the company of the corpse and headed back toward her little room. She did not wait for a command because it had been given earlier, before she ate, but she felt the tension around Kaena the closer she got.



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The hybrid woman was not terribly used to tending to the injured—she sorely wished she had retained some of Naniko's salve. It certainly would have helped in this instance; the only thing the coyote had to show for that now was the empty jar that it had come from. Perhaps she could get salt water and bring it to Vieira to have her dash it over the wound, but Kaena had no idea if such a treatment was actually beneficial to wounds or not. The hybrid woman had used it for years, and she had never gotten a terrible infection like the one that had taken her eye after Kryptic had wounded it since taking that up. Still, now that the coyote woman knew there were better treatments for injury she thought they would do better for the tawny coyote.


The hybrid woman saw the blood on the other canine's hands; it appeared awkward and out of place on Vieira, something that certainly did not belong with what Kaena knew of her. The irony of it brought a half-smirk to the coyote's face, and she watched as Vieira stood up, drawing back from the entrance to the alcove. The coyote woman did not wish to banish the other coyote away to her room, but what else was there to do? She didn't want Viei moving any more than necessary—her wounds needed time to heal, and she certainly couldn't be wandering around outside or even cleaning the cave as she'd been doing. "Good," she stated simply in response, and tilted her head toward the entrance to the room. "You should lay back down." These things were said with less of an edge than anything else the hybrid woman had said thus far; she was losing the anger that had risen in her upon seeing the tawny coyote standing and moving around inside of the cave.


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Vieira slipped by the woman after she told her to lay back down. The woman carefully moved back into her room. Getting back down a second time would still be difficult but she knew what to expect. She regretted getting up int he first place but she knew it was better to save her hide from the abuse she might receive, even if it would not have come. Her jaw tightened in reflex as she slipped down on the mess of blankets. The extra blanket Kaena gave to her made a surprising world of different and she clenched the edges when she sat on the ground. She pulled it over her chilled legs. The wind could not reach her room but the air was stale and cold.

She lingered in the upright position for a bit and looked toward the exit of her room. She could only see a partial form of her owner but she was sure she was waiting to make sure she made it all the way down. The woman winced as she moved and carefully rotated her body so she could sleep on her front. Her blanket hung around her hips and she pulled another close to her chest and hugged it. Vieira did not find sleep and instead stared at the dark wall, eyes traveling to find the small building of legos she made a few weeks ago. She had the strangest urge to reach out and break it but she resisted and hummed quietly to herself.



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The silver-furred woman watched as the other canine rather feebly made her way into the little alcove, her movements low and seemingly wracked with pain. The hybrid woman frowned, her anger drained away completely now—this was no time to be angry with the tawny coyote. Kaena wished she could do more for Vieira; she waited until the other canine was completely laid back down again, and she stuck her head into into the alcove. It was not particularly tight; the hybrid would have had enough room to turn around, but it was rather dim, and she was glad she had given Viei a candle.


Comparing her treatment of Vieira to the way her prior owners had seemed to treat her always made Kae feel a little better; the hybrid woman knew that the other canines who had called themselves owner of Vieira prior to her had not been nice, not by a long shot. What she remembered of Astaroth had been a charming, conniving sort—she had seen his anger shine through at some points. There was something inherently wrong with Astaroth, something Kaena could not quite put her finger on at first. It had become apparent later, only fully when this other daughter of the Kimaris man had showed up on her borders. She wondered how many other children Astaroth might have raised; from her recollection he was not the youngest man when she'd killed him. He had years to sire other creatures like Vieira, but she did not think he had exerted the effort into them as he had this one. They were thrown to the wayside, perhaps forgotten as Samael, Razekiel, and Ahemait had been.


The coyote woman faced Vieira, her scarred head twisted toward the other coyote to peer at her, half of a smile, almost awkward, on Kaena's face. "Do you need anything?" It was an odd question to ask the Quintus, considering that was not the way things usually worked. Still, Kaena was certainly willing to care for the other canine—if Viei simply wanted to rest the hybrid might go and bother Jedidiah about coming to tend to her wounds. He had professed some skill in the medicinal area, or so Kaena recalled. They had so many new faces it was difficult to tell one from the next. In time, though, the Centurion was certain they would prove their worth. It was either that or perish, these days.


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The woman remained in continuous discomfort but it was better than being put to use for whatever Kaena needed. Astaroth would push her until she could do no more and then he pushed somewhere. None of it made sense to her and she was never given relief, no matter how much she begged for mercy, she was always pushed to the point where she wanted death. Each of her former owners had taken her to that point, directly or indirectly, and it was never granted. Even if this life was all she had known, death was still in the back of her mind because she knew it was better than what she had to go through. Even now, it was hard in its own way. She was not suicidal but she knew she would never get out of this with as often as it was put into her mind. She could not accept anything else, knew nothing else, because Astaroth had made her just how he wanted and managed to succeed.

Kaena's kindness was as foreign to her as a distant language she had never heard before. Her question even confused her and she had to turn her head to find the woman to see the sincerity she heard in the voice. Kaena was the lesser of four evils but nonetheless had gotten a hang of what she was. She had a bit more humanity in her than the other three and perhaps a step above an object. Vieira was property but the treatment was better, she was fed regularly and was far from physically unhealthy. The woman even gained a few pounds since being under Kaena's rule that were not there when she lived in Mexico and with being physically healthy, Vieira had no difficulties getting up or going to bed and even had a bit more stamina and did not regret as much as she used to.

The slave was not punished or sexually abused on a daily basis and perhaps it was why she believed Kaena was asking because she was concerned. Her golden eyes watched the woman's paws to think of something but she drew a blank. She was not able to think about anything that could help her and the woman slowly shook her head. "No, ma'am," she said and her hand lifted to push some of the blanket to lift her head like a pillow. It relieved some of the pressure that pulled the wound but it did little to help any of it. "Thank you for the meal," she added and her eyes stared at the wall of her room nearest her owner. Vieira offered a bit of a smile, something she felt was required, but it felt awkward on her lips to be there when she was in so much pain.

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The coyote often wondered who would make it through and who would fall by the wayside; she had no doubt that Vitium had traveled to Dahlia de Mai. The dark-eyed child would want to inflict maximum punishment on his family if possible, and joining up with their most hated enemy was certainly a damn good way to do that. The silvery Centurion wondered how many of Inferni's own would survive the battles and fighting; she would keep Vieira much, much closer. War did not spare women, it did not spare one as soft and gentle as this creature here. Kaena did not understand that the gentleness of Vieira had been beaten into her, and it was just another symptom of the tawny woman's fear. Maybe it was that Vieira did not clearly evince just how screwed up in the head she was thanks to Astaroth, or maybe it was just that Kaena failed to discern it.


The silver-furred hybrid listened to the other woman's response and gave a slow nod, hesitating for a very long moment before she took an almost meek step forward, ducking into the alcove slowly, as if she feared startling the other coyote. At the tawny canine's movement and scrunching of the pillows, the Lupus coyote leaned forward to tug very gently with her teeth on one end of the blanket, doing her best to assist the other canine despite her awkward form. Fingers always made for easier handling of humanity's objects, and this was no exception. The coyote ceased that and settled down to her belly slowly, curling up beside the Quintus to add her warmth and comfort. Their fur touched, but the coyote was hesitant to move closer at first, not wishing to startle the other canine or stir her painful wounds. "You're welcome," she said softly, now regretting the possible sharpness she had shown to the smaller canine before. Vieira had only been doing what came naturally to her.


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Kaena's movements startled her but she was able to conceal any action. The hybrid's help was well taken and she smiled again, her tail thumping beneath the blanket but it did not go more than one or twice before it settled against the back of her legs, stiff as the rest of her body. What she did not expect next was her laying down with her instead of her own bed. Her jaws parted to say something, perhaps question the woman, but she realized she had nothing to say. Instead, she shut her mouth and swallowed hard, deciding to just close her eyes and rest with the woman near her.

She felt a wave of safety with her at her side, as if nothing could get her. It did, after a few minutes, make her feel better and the awkwardness disappeared. With someone so close, she believed no one could come and get her. That the wolf whom nearly killed her could not come back for her in order to finish what he started. She shuddered at the thought and Astaroth, in the back of her head, laughed.

She thought of the time they spent together, nearly a month ago, when Kaena confessed her secret to her. That someone hurt her and Vieira had given little for her to take as sympathy. Vieira just had no way to express it, no way to really feel it, but knew she needed to. Astaroth's laughter lingered, though quieter now that she had her own thoughts, and she fought against it. "Miss Kaena?" she asked for her attention of the other tentatively, as if she did not want to speak at all but something was making her. Even Vieira did not know why she wanted to speak but something pulled it forward. Perhaps it was the lingering sound of the laughter she listened to for so long.

"Do you... do you hear things in your head?" she asked, her ears falling back against her head. She might have turned her head or twisted to keep her facial expression completely hidden but the pain in her body kept her still. She turned her head downward slightly to hide her eyes as best as she could, afraid of a punishment for speaking without being spoken to first or asking a question that was not allowed.

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The relationship to this smaller coyote was very strange at times, and not so much at others. It was quite odd how Kaena could have abused Vieira at one turn, forcing her to do things she had obviously not desired to do, and now here she was, mothering the injured coyote as if she were a true Lykoi, and not one who had simply borrowed the name from Eris. The silver-furred woman preferred it this way, however—her own surname was superior to that of Kimaris, and it was good that Vieira had dropped her connection to her father. Perhaps in time a healthier perspective would evince in Vieira—only time would tell. It certainly made it easier to show her affection so long as Kaena recalled her as Vieira Lykoi, and not Vieira Kimaris. The second name sounded strange to the coal-furred ears of the hybrid woman.


The truth was that Kaena would have fought for Vieira; she might not have shown it so well, but very nearly losing the tawny coyote had put into stark perspective that which she had gained with Vieira at her side. There was cooked food, her cave was always very nearly spotless, she had comfort and company whenever she wanted it... the hybrid woman valued Vieira for more than what she could do for her, however, and there was something deeper there, though Kaena could not yet identify it. The other canine's question drew her attention, and her golden-yellow eye flicked to the other canid's face, searching her pale yellow eyes for a moment. "Sometimes. When I was younger, my mother haunted me," she confessed. It had been many years since she had heard Delphine's devilish whisper in her ear; the woman had been dead for over a decade now. "What do you hear?" she asked quietly, her golden eye still seeking the other canine's face.


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No, said her father, don't.

The woman flinched and did not notice Kaena had looked at her and she barely caught the confession of the hybrid. Vieira did not know if this information could help her, if Kaena understood what was going inside her head. Ever since Astaroth and Sivaro's death, she had heard them constantly. She started to find ways to avoid them but her mind was not strong enough to hold out for log. She could push them back to a point but it never disappeared when they wanted to be there or whenever her mind was weak and her body was stressed. Now was a prime time. Kaena was being nice, she ached in pain, and overall she felt helpless and vulnerable more than ever.

She felt Kaena's gaze upon her and her nose angled downward farther. She did not want to be seen and if she could, she would have taken back what she said. Why it came out, she did not know, but she had asked it and Kaena returned a question. Her jaw tightened as she closed her eyes, wanting to shake her head and change her mind but she could not. "Him," she said quietly, whispering it into the bandage around her body. "Both of them sometimes," she added and her ears flicked upon her head before resting backward. Slowly, Vieira shook her head and decided to change her mind.

"I do not know," she whispered into her chest but she was not sure if it was loud enough. She could barely hear the formation of her words. Automatically, her fingers tapped on her hips and she snuggled her head further into her blankets to hide her face. "I'm sorry," she whispered again though it had no real direction and became lose in the fabrics of the blanket.

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The silver-furred coyote was not certain if she truly believed in ghosts, demons and hauntings—he own limb had once seemed to be cursed, carrying pain and aches through her journey until the very moment she'd crossed the borders. That was the place where Astaroth had bit her, his final strength wasted to inflict more pain on half-dead Kaena, unintelligible words muttered into her flesh with his last breath. Even then, that had never been clearly proven to be anything other than a creation of her own head; perhaps it was a physical manifestation of punishment her own head had concocted for leaving Inferni and her family behind to chase Eris in the first place. The hybrid could not tell the difference; maybe he had haunted her, maybe she had just made it up inside her own twisted-up brain. Reality and fiction were too difficult to tell apart sometimes, as her dreams of Haku could attest.


The other canine's face began to evince discomfort, her nose gravitating toward the earth as if there were a magnetic force grabbing onto that piercing embedded into her muzzle, dragging it downward. The hybrid needed no clarification; she knew who Vieira spoke of, and her own thoughts reflected that. She had dreamed of Haku, but she had never heard him in her waking hours—for that, she was glad. A frown crossed her face and she shook her head slowly. "No apologies," she murmured, twisting her body to lean forward and gently place her muzzle beside Vieira's. "They are both gone," she said. She did not know this was fact when it came to Sivaro, but she knew damn well Astaroth was dead and buried. She had done the deed herself. "They won't hurt you again," she said, and silently added that she would not, either.


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With her eyes closed, she could only imagine what Kaena was doing. What her face looked like and how she was reacting. The movement of her coming closer made her eyes part only a fraction to see the hazy outline of the woman. The warmth of her skin against her own made her feel a little more comfort. She pushed her nose against the woman's muzzle and her eyes closed again to hide away the images. Her words did little to soothe her but the touch spoke volumes. Kaena had done little to hurt her (aside from her first punishment) and the only thing she could draw to mind was the stress she went through to try and make her happy. Perhaps Vieira was trying too hard but it was all she knew how to do.

"They laugh," she whispered, finding she could not speak much louder than that. What they laugh at, she was never really sure. It was when she stressed herself out and made things far worse than they really were. "It's hard," she added in the same fashion as before. She could not raise her voice but Kaena had gotten closer and surely could hear her. She struggled to keep talking about it but she needed to do something. Kaena had done so much for her in the last two days, since she had gotten hurt. The slave had never put an ounce of blame on her owner but had, instead, carried the weight of it all. Astaroth praised her for such an action and it only conflicted her further.

"Why do they not go away?" she asked as if Kaena had the answer, whether or not she did. Her world was based on her owner and her owner was supposed to know all; at least all Vieira was supposed to be concerned with. Whether or not Kaena had such an answer was hidden for now but Vieira desperately hoped for it. Kaena offered to help her just moments before and indirectly, Vieira found something to search for. It was not like her to speak out like this but her mind was clouded with the pain and Kaena was here to help. None of her owners had shown a kindness like this.

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The other canine's show of emotion seemed rare to Kaena—it was so often that the only thing Viei seemed to evince was fear. The tawny coyote was afraid of Kaena, afraid of the past, afraid of just about everything, it would seem. It was not as if Viei could be blamed for that; when the thing one knew best in life was a raised fist, the blow was only to be expected and anticipated. It was not unwelcome, though it did surprise the silver-furred Centurion. The hybrid woman considered that their attacks were entirely different—what had happened to Vieira could hardly be referred to as an "attack," for it had lasted far too long. It was prolonged abuse, perhaps from birth up until the time Eris had sent her off to Kaena here.


The hybrid woman's coal-dipped ears folded back, and she half-lidded her own eye, unable to meet the other canine's face in light of the pain she had caused the other canine. Would she, too, laugh in Vieira's mind after she was gone? The coyote woman did not wish for this to happen, and once more she felt a swelling regret for ever having hurt this coyote. Vieira had done nothing to deserve it; in fact, it was just the opposite—the pale-furred coyote deserved far better treatment than what Kaena had inflicted on her to begin with. She knew Viei was not likely to immediately detach herself and run sprinting into the open fields with her arms thrown wide; she was not entirely unwilling to the lifestyle she lived, but that was as a direct result of what Astaroth had done to her.


"What do ghosts have to laugh about?" she wondered, still with her muzzle buried close to the other coyote's face. She was quiet, too, her own voice barely above a whisper. It was the truth, though—Viei had life, and that was something neither Astaroth nor Sivaro could claim. The hybrid wished she might tell Viei something else to comfort her, but in truth she knew the voices never truly went away—her mother, her brother, sometimes even they still whispered through the years and the layers of soil over their bones to her. "Maybe they will, someday," the hybrid suggested wearily. "Time can make the worst wounds seem distant," she added, hoping it was some indirect comfort to the smaller canine. She rubbed her nose against the other canine's cheek gently, wishing she had something better to offer her.




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The physical touch between the two canines was more than welcomed. It was unexplainable and she did not flinched, cringe, or tense up because Kaena was so close to her. Vieira to not feel threatened and did not feel as if the woman would turn on her and do anything that often times made her scared to do anything. It was a feeling that Vieira welcomed with open arms and wanted to hold onto forever, a feeling she did not want to give away. She rarely, if ever, felt this sort of emotion and she did not take it for granted. She held it carefully to her heart because she did not know if she would ever feel this way again. She did not want to find herself hurt and at the brink of death to have this sort of comfort and freedom of her mind. Vieira had no idea what sort of lifestyles were out there for her aside from slavery, was afraid of anything else, but she could live like this. She knew the boundaries between herself and the hybrid woman but if she could live without the fear, perhaps she would be healthier; physically and mentally, and be able to make it through the day with a little more confidence each time.

Even talking about this sort of topic did not give her fear of her owner. There was fear of her attacker but she felt safe. Kaena would protect her and her actions in the last two days was enough to prove that. The former conflict and the anger her woman had surpassed and her owner seemed to be interested in what she was talking about, giving her advice that may or may not be true. "They laugh when I do something wrong," she said quietly, keeping her voice at a whisper as she had before and as Kaena was doing. Speaking like this made her feel like they could not hear her but they still laughed, snickered, or mocked her. They found ways to get into her mind even when she tried her hardest. Mentally, she was not strong. Astaroth had broken that. Vieira had tried to build herself up when she was younger but he had taken over and made sure there was no way he could not get to her. He controlled every part of her and it was obvious he succeeded because he still controlled her mind. If Kaena did not punish her, he did. It was just as painful to go through. When she did something wrong (or what she considered wrong from previous experiences) he was there to take over, regardless of Kaena saw it or not.

Vieira lifted her eyes slightly to look at the woman's nose, feeling the hot breath coming from her nostrils and finding comfort in it. Astaroth shook that from her and her golden eyes closed as he spoke. She's toying with you, Vieira, he said and her ears twitched upon her head, resting as they angled back on her skull, just like everyone else. She's lying. Her facial muscles tightened and she withdrew from the touch of the woman as if it were true. He was out to destroy anything good she had and the best way was to start with Kaena. It built over time but the kindness the woman was showing was what needed to be tainted first. The slave depended solely on whoever controlled her and put her faith that they would take care of her. If they did not, her feelings did not change but she lost any happiness she could have had. Going to Eris once Sivaro had passed away had given her hope; that family would be a little better but it was worse in her own way. Vieira had little ideas of family but it was thrown out the window when she was mistreated and forgotten by her supposed sister. When the power of three owners started to overtake the kindness of one, Vieira was easy to believe the voice in her head.

She tried not to make it obvious and continued to rest. She kept her muscles relaxed but her nose no longer touched that of the older woman. "He knows when I do wrong," she whispered, adding on to her former statement a moment later. However, her and Astaroth's idea of doing wrong was different from Kaena's. It was different from anyone here and she could not find that they would be easier on her than anyone else. Wrong was wrong, no matter what it was, and it all resulted in the same punishment that brought pleasure to her owners. They found happiness in it and for so long she had to try and find her own happiness even when they pushed her to the point where she was about to break. They always snapped her back to keep her on her toes and it was the reason her life might end up being shorter. The stress on her shoulders on a daily basis, mentally growing up faster than she was supposed, and everything in between played a toll on her. Vieira knew not of what a real childhood was supposed to be, having never really been around children, and she did not know what she missed out on. Good girl, he whispered, and she realized he had found away for her to confess all she had done wrong that Kaena missed. She brought it out in the open and his goal was succeeded. The woman would ask and she would be force to explain.

The slave let out a long sigh and a soft whimper, hoping to find some sort of mercy from her owner. With Astaroth's voice, she found a new paranoia and a new wave of fear. Her entire comfort zone that was around prior was now gone and she attempted to curl her legs up into herself and draw her arms to her chest. Her muscles were tight as she waited, regretting ever bringing it up at all.


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In many ways, this reminded Kaena of laying close in a warm den with her children; she recalled those times fondly, and she often missed that. Vieira was much older than a puppy, but she was not so different—she required protection and direction, and there was something to blossom in her, still, or so Kaena thought. Maybe with enough time she might be able to shatter the hold Astaroth had over her mind; she had done so with Kairo, though it was true he had never controlled her to the extent that Astaroth seemed to have controlled Vieira. She did not know how much faith she had in ghosts and devils and demons; it would seem to her that Astaroth had cursed her with his dying breath, though perhaps that had been a concoction of her own head, too. Anymore, Kaena's mind simply engaged in coquetry with psychosis and she could hardly tell the difference between reality and what her own head had created.


“Laugh back at them,” she suggested. Maybe this had never occurred to Vieira—she had never heard the paler canine laugh, at least not within her own earshot. “Who still breathes?” she said derisively, thinking of the dead canines—it was cruel for them to plague this canine still. As Vieira drew back the hybrid woman whined her protest softly, shoving herself forward again, though she was gentle and careful not to rustle the other canine too much. “What have you done wrong, though?” she asked, pressing the other canine. “When... when you overslept, you didn't do anything wrong,” she said, distress creeping into her tone. Her coal ears were folded back into her shaggy silver mane. “I overreacted,” she admitted, sighing softly. This was the truth; anymore, the hybrid was having difficulty with the notion that she owned the other canine, and she desired for Vieira to take more initiative and try to have more freedom.

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