J-New Toy

Dhiate Drako · 03-06-2012, 09:06 PM

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OOC Hope this was okay.

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Dhiate groaned inwardly when Amy left. What would he do without her here? He glanced, almost awkwardly, at the male still standing at the doorway. With a cautious eye, he began to walk a little closer.

The male began to get a little excited, and he beckoned for Dhiate to come closer. The slender male obliged and approached Raoth albeit warily. Raoth pointed to the chains at his legs, then back to Dhiate. Dhiate knelt down and examined the chains. They were very sturdy. He looked back to where they led, inside. Amy must have put them on him, he realized. With that thought, he rose to his feet and shrugged. "Sorry pal. No can do." Raoth's eyes grew dark, and he lunged for Dhiate. He'd been expecting it, but it was still difficult to dodge. He fell the the ground, his bangles jangling loudly. Before his new 'friend' could attack again, he scurried away on hands and knees.

Some distance away, Dhiate sat, turning his arms over to look at his scrapes. Two identical cuts had opened over each elbow. They weren't deep, nor were they likely to scar, but they did sting. He licked his palms and ran them over his wounds to clean them. Within a few swipes, they were mere pink slashes on his arms.

Dhiate crawled over to the wagon and sat with his back against a wheel. He faced the ocean in the distance and breathed in its salty air. It brought a soft smile to his lips as he crisscrossed his legs and sat Indian style. Keeping Raoth, who sat glaring by the cottage, in his peripheral view, he began to undo his braid. He ran his fingers through his dark hair and then began to braid it again as he waited for his mistress to return.

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