Enclave, Entrap, Entertain

Janos Russo · 06-27-2011, 08:06 PM

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The knife looked to be quite dangerous but he didn’t try to dissuade the other from handling it. He knew from past experiences that his master could do quite some interesting things with that knife and he had the scars to prove it. Part of him wanted to ask Bastion to hurt him, to scar him, give him something else to be beautiful with. He wanted to have that luxury of knowing that his cherub thought him beautiful and thought him worth his time, but really any time that he was able to have with his small owner, the better. If that meant that part of the time that he was with him he was being harmed, well then he wouldn’t mind that. He loved any sort of attention that he could get and right before he was going to say something, the knife had been dropped and he had been turned towards. Oh well, it wasn’t like Bastion couldn’t hurt him later on or with something from their own pack lands. Salsola had some stuff somewhere he was sure that he could get some attention and personal care later from his master. Part of him was more than thrilled with the idea, being able to cover up the horrible scars from the past with the ones from the future that he enjoyed much more.

Holding Bastion on his back was perfect. It was as if the smaller male belonged there. Every now and again Janos would shift Bastion on his back or make sure that he was holding firmly onto him. Sometimes, those small arms started to choke him but he didn’t mind it. It was a rather nice feeling, one that he had grown to like ever since he started carrying around Bastion on his back. Suddenly warmth and wetness was applied to the back of his neck and he shivered, his ears twitching on top of his head as his tail wagged slowly behind him, a happy sound lifting from his chest. He liked his mark being played with. The sign that his master had left with him was wonderful and made him feel comfortable and happy whenever it was messed with in such a positive way. Out of all of his scars, the brand was the only mark on him that he didn’t mind showing to the world. He even covered up his pack mark a lot, not only because he was going to start to try out to see whether or not he could get himself a rank within the pack but also because it didn’t give him as much pleasure as the mark on the back of his neck gave him. Giving a little pleasant sound, he threw him one of his cerulean glances. ”Mmmm master you know just how to make me squirm. I love it.”

He wasn’t sure if his master cared or not about how the place was found or anything like that but he had wanted to say something so that the pause could be broken and the silence shattered. Staying in one place as Bastion moved around the cellar, his ears moved forward on his head, keeping trained on the small cherub as he moved around, waiting for his response. Would he like the place? Would he hate it? He didn’t know but it was practically killing him with anticipation. He just wanted to know if he had done a good job. The room would be perfect he thought it seemed to have everything, even pre-existing holes in the wall where shackles could be mounted up. He would help Bastion set up the place later, helping him with the things that he couldn’t reach and the heavy lifting that he couldn’t do. The silence grew between them, a mantle of darkness and the lack of sound falling over them. Janos felt a thrill of fear as he remembered his old times being holed up in a place very similar to this, the same darkness, the same cold, but unlike then he didn’t feel helpless. The knowledge that he wasn’t alone and that he wasn’t going to have to go through that hell again made things better for him and helped him to calm down and focus again but he wasn’t sure if his master had been able to smell the sudden spike of fear in him or not.

Luckily for him, the words rang out, and it helped unfocused eyes to come back to his body and he seemed to be genuinely happy, his tail wagging happily. ”Thank you master, I will help you make an exit no problem,” he said as he nodded his head to him. Bastion came back to him and ordered him and he reached down to pick up Bastion, swinging him around to let him hold back onto his back again. He would carry him like a princess or a prince, such as he was, but he still wanted to be able to protect them if need be. He didn’t know whether or not someone out there was stupid enough to challenge the heavily scarred male but he didn’t want to take any chances. Janos didn’t just gain himself a master and a new life just to lose it all again because he wasn’t good enough to stop whoever was trying to rip his life apart. ”Just rest easy master, I’ll wake you up when we get home,” he said as he turned back to the ladder. He carried them up to the top and once he was up there, he reached back his hands to keep Bastion well up on his back and he walked up the basement. After making sure that it was locked, he went to the door. After peeking out to be sure no one was there and testing the air for any smells, he left the house and started on an easy lope for the way home, his canine legs carrying him faster than any of the fabled humans, now extinct, were able to do.

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